I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that you have the flavor of the same race in you.”

After the words fell, the stone head of Xuanwu Demon Lord gradually fell silent.

The appearance is still the same, but the indescribable agility has disappeared without a trace.

"Huh~"

Chen Yang took a long breath.

He deeply felt that the last few words put more pressure on him than the powerful man as dazzling as the nine suns in that illusion.

After all, it was just a breath of nine strong men that had lasted for thousands of years, and Chen Yangming knew it was fake.

"The Xuanwu Demon Lord who just left is real."

"It says familiar smell."

"It also said people of the same race."

"Is it possible that the reincarnation disk of the heavens is also a spiritual treasure that reaches the sky?"

Chen Yang came up with this idea immediately.

The next second, he slowly shook his head.

"I am not sure."

"But, it shouldn't be."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but the reincarnation disk of the heavens doesn't have its own pursuits and avenues like these spiritual treasures."

"More like a dead thing."

"But faintly, its level seems to be even higher."

"But......"

Chen Yang couldn't help but touch his neck, feeling as if his head was about to fall off if he shook it too much.

According to this world, the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure may not be the most powerful, it may not be above the rules, and it may not necessarily have any power, but in terms of level alone, it is at the pinnacle of treasures.

After all, Chen Yang was still just a young monk, so he didn't dwell too much on this profound issue. After calming down his frightened spirit, he turned around and walked out of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

"This trip was too mentally draining."

It was so big that Chen Yang couldn't even think of picking up a piece of wool.

He just wanted to take a good dip in the hot spring and take a nap there, that would be even better.

This is what Chen Yang thought and did.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, he ignored the flattering greetings from the two newly appointed disciples outside, and ignored the topic of the Outer Sect Competition they were still chatting about. He walked straight to the other end of the soup pool.

The disciples who were on duty to guard the Ten Thousand Demons Cave didn't take it seriously either, and their expressions were even more awe-inspiring.

In their eyes, a strong man like Chen Yang who is qualified to compete for the top ten championships in the outer sect competition should have such a cold demeanor.

Cold and ruthless, Fang is the style of the Demon Sect.

As for Shen Lang, who was so enthusiastic, helped the weak, and had a kind heart, he could not be respected.

That kind is generally called weird.

Plop~

In a separate hot spring pool, Chen Yang untied all his restraints and slid in comfortably, letting the smooth hot spring water cover his head.

There are warm baths everywhere in the soup pool, and there are several outer disciples bathing in each place.

The pool where Chen Yang is located is the only one he owns.

In fact, it was not like this, but after Chen Yang came in, the disciples who were on duty at the soup pool enthusiastically whispered a few words to the outer disciples who were soaking in it, so a few of them talked to Chen Yang with bare buttocks and smiles on their faces.

After saying hello, he immediately left and changed to another hot spring pool.

The serving disciple changed the water in the soup pond and finally invited Chen Yang to enter.

Chen Yang once again sighed: "The Demon Sect is very good!"

"If in the Zhengdao Sect, everyone wants to have face, no matter how elite a disciple is, it is impossible for him to receive such treatment."
Chapter completed!