Chapter 1608: The change of the demon

The first thousand six hundred and eight chapters of the change of the demon god
"Di Yan, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Yang Chen's expression turned gloomy for an instant, his whole body was terribly gloomy, his eyes were staring at Di Yan tightly, and his eyes were even more angry.
He never thought that Di Yan would suddenly say such a thing?
"What is that kind of place? Di Yan, you repeat what you said just now!" Yang Chen stepped forward and scolded coldly.
In the voice, there was a strong anger and dissatisfaction. How could he not believe that the sentence just now came from Di Yan's mouth?
Hearing the anger in Yang Chen’s words, the body of the demon shivered. He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly said with a smile:
Yes, the old slave said the wrong thing. Please don’t get me wrong, old The slave means... I hope the master can stay with the Qilin clan for a few more days! So that the Qilin clan can do the best of the landlord!"
I don't know if it was because of nervousness, the demon actually forgot about the thing about worshiping, and used the previous name again.
After saying this, Di Yan just knelt on the ground, squashed his head respectfully at Yang Chen, and said in a trembling voice: "Old slave is stupid, please forgive me!"
"Huh." Looking at Di Yan who was kneeling on the ground, Yang Chen snorted in his nose, and his face also showed a little dissatisfaction. But soon, his face gradually softened.
Indifferently said: "Di Yan, in this case, I can only say this once. If there is another time, I will never let you go. Get up."
"Yes……"
Hearing this, the demon stood up frightenedly, still with a little fear in his eyes.
Although his slave mark was lifted by Yang Chen, when facing Yang Chen's anger, the demon would still conditioned to produce fear.
"Let's go."
Yang Chen didn't say much, he directly raised his foot and walked straight into the distance.
For some reason, a kind of regret suddenly appeared in his heart, some regret that he should not have lifted the slave mark of the demon god. He has never regretted what he did, and since he did it, he would never think about other things.
But this time...
A strong sense of regret filled Yang Chen's heart.
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After leaving the blood pond, under the leadership of the demon god, Yang Chen and the floating Taoist leader temporarily lived in the Qilin clan.
Although the demon said something unpleasant just now, he had to say that the residences he arranged for Yang Chen and Taoist Fu Kong were all very high-end residences.
Regardless of the pattern or arrangement, they are all arranged in a human way. Even in the human world, I am afraid that you can't find such a luxurious room.
The floor is paved with marble, and the chair is made of superb Shenlong wood. Even the bed is covered with a layer of spiritual stone. Lying on it can not only restore the body, but also improve the cultivation level in sleep.
Just finishing this suite, I am afraid that it will not be less than billions of gold.
And such a specification, only when entertaining the supreme guests among humans, the Kylin tribe will give it up and use it.
After Yang Chen turned around in the room, he didn't stop much, and sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly practicing.
Under the bed, the power of the spirit stone also permeated, like a river, digging into Yang Chen's skin, perforating.
This kind of cultivation efficiency is indeed much faster than before. But in just half an hour, Yang Chen felt that his spiritual power had been absorbed into a saturated state.
"call!"
After exhaling a long breath, Yang Chen stood up.
Since the spiritual power has been absorbed to the point of saturation, even if it is absorbed again, it will be of no avail. Moreover, excessive absorption will cause a burden on the body, so Yang Chen has no plans to continue practicing.
He directly lifted his foot and walked outside the house, ready to relax.
And when he first went out, Yang Chen heard a loud noise, as if someone was arguing outside the door, it was very ear-piercing.
"Where are you from? The old man is a magnificent golden unicorn. Did you not know how to salute when you saw the old man?" The voice of the demon suddenly came into his ears.
Hearing this voice, Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately walked out of the door, looking over curiously.
Sure enough, two figures were standing outside the house at this moment, and one of them was not someone else, it was the demon Di Yan.
I saw the demon standing in front of the door, pointing at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, yelling angrily, as if teaching the girl in front of her.
And that young girl, being scolded by the demon pointing her face in this way, her entire expression was extremely aggrieved, she cried and bowed her head, afraid to speak.
"The old man asks you something, why don't you say anything?" The demon frowned and asked with a gloomy face.
There was endless majesty in the voice, like thunder, shaking the girl's body and her face showing fear.
"grown ups!"
At this moment, I saw a Qilin tribe beside him walked out and smiled complimentingly: "My lord, there is no master or servant in my unicorn tribe, so there is never a rule of saluting anyone... …Except for the patriarch and the group of elders, everyone is born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low."
"Huh?" Hearing this, the demon frowned. Without saying a word, he directly raised his hand and waved at the man.
boom!
A golden energy whizzed out directly from the sleeves of the demon god, like a sea wave, blasting the man more than ten meters away.
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying that the old man is not as good as the elders and the patriarch?" The demon god's face was gloomy, his nose snorted, and he looked down at the man on the ground.
"No, I dare not."
Hearing this, the man was frightened and knelt down quickly, his body trembling.
"Two things that don't have eyes! Who gave you the courage to provoke the majesty of the old man?" If a person snorted disdainfully, his eyes were full of contempt.
"Come here, drag these two idiots out for me, and play five hundred boards each!"
The demon spoke coldly.
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two Qilin tribesmen turned pale instantly, and their bodies became soft.
The Kirin tribe’s criminal law is extremely harsh, and these five hundred boards are not ordinary beatings, but boards mixed with spiritual power!
If the five-hundred big boards are all down, then they must be killed for half their lives?
"enough!"
At this moment, an angry voice suddenly rang.
"Huh?" Hearing this voice, the demon was taken aback for a moment, and then his body trembled.
He quickly turned around and looked at the person behind him respectfully.
"Brother, why did you come out?"
"Di Yan, you are too much." Yang Chen frowned and slowly uttered a few words.