With Yang Zhen's soft shout, the entire reckless world suddenly emitted a terrifying sound like an eternal dragon's groan, and the world was turned upside down, and the rumbling swept like a torrent, rushing towards Yang Zhen's hands.

A dim light erupted in Yang Zhen's eyes, and the whole person grinned in pain, and scolded: "Damn, I didn't expect it to be so painful to receive a book from heaven, and I lost it." ”

The terrifying wave lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and Yang Zhencai tilted his head and lay crookedly on the wooden bench, panting heavily, unable to lift up any strength in his body.

In his mind, a huge and simple book-like thing shines, and Yang Zhen has obtained the book of heaven and mysteries before, but on this book of heaven, there are three big characters in seal style, like gilding, and the three characters of the book are simple and vigorous, revealing the breath of heaven and earth!

The Book of Heaven is divided into the earth, and the Qiankun Qi is hidden inside, and every breath even if it is extremely subtle, you can feel a simple and ancient breath coming.

Panting, Yang Zhen grinned: "What is this called, this is called Tianzhong Wizard, do you say, cheap cat, cheap cat?"

The sound of no one shouting 666 next to him made Yang Zhen stunned, opened his eyes, and suddenly looked confused.

The wooden house has disappeared, or it has collapsed, only a wooden bench under Yang Zhen is still well preserved in place, and the rest of the place is all in ruins, and Yang Zhen is buried under the rocks.

"Damn, the spirit is collapsing?"

Although Yang Zhen had a hunch when he collected the Heavenly Book and Earth Treasure Chapter, once he collected the Heavenly Book and Earth Treasure Chapter, this heaven and earth would probably cease to exist, but he didn't expect it to be so completely destroyed.

This...... Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise Yang Zhen would be a little uncomfortable if he was charged with destroying the Spirit Peak.

But if no one saw it, it would be comfortable, Yang Zhen stood up, felt the surrounding soil and rocks, and suddenly scolded his mother.

This is buried in the earth and rocks, it is simply buried under the mountain, or the entire wooden house has sunk to a depth of dozens of feet.

Yang Zhen stood in place with a confused face, in this case, let alone one punch, it was two punches and two hundred punches, I am afraid that before the person went out, the gravel scum had already buried him.

The world's first inheritor to be suffocated, it's a good name.

Yang Zhen laughed at himself, put his hands on the earth and stone next to him, and a cloud of dim light suddenly erupted in his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see anything abnormal at all.

"Jizo Jutsu!"

With Yang Zhen's soft shout, Yang Zhen's figure suddenly disappeared in place, swishing between the mountains and rocks.

Yang Zhen was startled, he didn't expect the exercises recorded in the Heavenly Book and Earth Treasure Chapter to be so mysterious, he didn't adapt for a while, and suddenly lost his direction, scurrying around under the ground like a headless fly.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zhen rushed out with a bang, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Grass!"

This is a cliff, Yang Zhen's body is still in the operation of the Jizo Chapter, and his power can't be converted for a while, so he falls directly from mid-air.

On the ground, two groups of people were fighting, and two of the women were interdependent, with mottled blood stains on their bodies, their faces were pale, and they were obviously at the end of their strong crossbows.

A group of monks next to him looked gloomy and uncertain, surrounded the two women, kept fighting, and were about to take down the two women, when they heard a strange cry, they were suddenly startled, and hurriedly looked up.

Boom ——!

Yang Zhen finally converted the true yuan back, but it was too late, and the whole person fell to the ground like a cannonball, directly smashing out a deep pit.

The surrounding group of people were all dumbfounded, standing in place and not daring to move, staring at Yang Zhen in the pit, with a look of surprise and uncertainty flashing between their expressions.

"Phew!"

Yang Zhen spit out the weeds in his mouth, got up a little embarrassed, patted the soil on his body, looked at a group of confused people and said, "I'm sorry, I'm bothering you to fight, you continue, continue to ......"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen climbed out of the pit and was about to leave.

Two women in the crowd looked anxious, and one of the young women wanted to speak and stopped, but was stopped by another middle-aged woman and shook her head secretly.

Yang Zhen pondered the Dizang technique in the Jizo chapter as he walked, how could he grasp the direction when he used it next time, and when he looked up and saw a long sword, he asked in surprise: "This fellow Daoist, what are you doing with the sword and pointing at the Bensao Sheng?"

Bensao Sheng?

Hearing Yang Zhen's strange title, a middle-aged man in front of him looked stunned, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, are you the remnant of the Yang family?"

"Yang family?" Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and said: "Ben Sao Sheng's surname is indeed Yang, but it's not the Yang family's desire, this Taoist friend, please get out of the way a little and block Ben Sao Sheng's way." ”

A gloomy look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he got out of the way with a smile and said, "Little boy, let's go." ”

"Thank you!"

Yang Zhen arched his hand and walked straight out, and suddenly there was a delicate exclamation: "Childe be careful!"

"Huh?" Yang Zhen looked back at the source of the sound in surprise when he heard this.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on Yang Zhen's side, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand flickered, stabbing at Yang Zhenzhen's mouth.

Yang Zhen was surprised, turned his head to look, and happened to face a young monk next to the middle-aged man, who said fiercely: "Boy, since you are also surnamed Yang, don't think about leaving...... What?"

What the heck?

Yang Zhen looked at the long sword stabbing blankly, with a confused expression, what do you mean that the surname Yang is also don't leave, the surname Yang eats your rice or sleeps with your daughter-in-law?

While!

A golden sound came, this young monk's swordsmanship was sharp, and the accuracy was excellent, and it directly stabbed Yang Zhen's mouth, but it seemed that his strength was a little small, not only did he not stab into it, but he twisted the long sword.

The middle-aged monk looked confused, looked at the sword in his hand blankly, let out a strange scream, his body exploded, and after a moment, he returned to the distance, looking at Yang Zhen with a shocked expression.

Yang Zhen glanced down, the tattered clothes that were worn in the mountain stone pile now have a small hole, revealing the delicate little raisin in Yang Zhenxin's mouth, and the cool breeze blows, and it is cold.

Seeing such an incredible scene, everyone was stunned, and looked at Yang Zhen with a blank and confused expression...... The delicate little raisin that came out of the hole in his clothes swallowed with difficulty.

Yang Zhen slowly raised his hand, covered the small hole in his clothes, turned his head to look at the young man holding the broken sword, and said viciously: "Damn, you dare to stab me?"

"Do it!" The middle-aged man shouted violently, and more than a dozen monks rushed towards Yang Zhen in unison.

The delicate young woman was taken aback for a moment, and rushed up with her sword: "Childe be careful!"

The middle-aged woman also looked shocked, and when she saw everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her face also changed, and in the midst of the light reprimand, the long sword suddenly burst out with a ball of green light, killing the middle-aged man.

A long sword stabbed at Yang Zhen's good head, Yang Zhen shook his head, it was too slow.

After avoiding the long sword, Yang Zhen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground, muttering to himself: "Dizang Technique, bind!"

Thundered!

Waves of earth rolled up, and happened to appear at the feet of more than a dozen monks, and everyone felt something strange under their feet, and when they looked down, their hair suddenly exploded.

"This ...... What the hell is this?" The middle-aged man screamed, and stabbed his sword downward, but it stabbed on the surface of his foot with a snort, and his face was pale with pain.

(End of chapter)