Thousands of dry bones, all kneeling on the ground, facing in one direction, hung their heads and died.

Anyone who watches this kind of scene will feel a shock.

Yang Zhen heard the cry of the cheap cat, ran over to take a look, and was taken aback, and couldn't help but shout.

Looking up, the cheap cat was sitting on the ground on the side, looking at the chicken with an angry expression.

Sao Ji didn't know what was going on, so he dragged the tail of the cheap cat out desperately, and the two of them were deadlocked, and no one was convinced.

The cheap cat was impatient with the chicken, stretched out his paws and slapped at the head of the chicken, and said angrily: "Let go, you let go of the deity, damn, the things here are not your family, why can't you just take it?"

"Can't!" Sao Ji was furious, and let the cheap cat slap his head with a loud bang, but he didn't let go.

Yang Zhen stepped forward, slapped them away, and after pulling them away, he scolded angrily: "Why are you still fighting?"

The cheap cat snorted coldly, pointed at the sao chicken and said: "Boy, you come to judge the theory, there are so many treasures here, what is the reason why this bastard of the sao chicken actually doesn't let the deity touch it?"

Sao Ji snorted coldly, tilted his head and looked arrogant, ignoring Yang Zhen at all, let alone a cheap cat.

"Look at it, what is the attitude of this bastard?" the cheap cat pointed at the chicken and said, "If it had been put in the past, the deity could have slapped it into a roast chicken." ”

"Can't!" Sao Ji glanced at the cheap cat, looking at the cheap cat with one eye, full of disdain.

Yang Zhen ignored these two guys, turned his head and looked at the group of dry bones on the ground with a look of disbelief, and frowned.

Hua Youyue came to Yang Zhen and said, "They all died violently, and there are no wounds on their bodies!"

Not only did there be no wounds, not even the skin on his body was not damaged, if it wasn't for the dried corpse, Yang Zhen would have thought that there was a group of people here kneeling down to worship the ancestors and ancestors.

The leader of the crowd was an old man, who looked rickety, but his body exuded a shining light, I don't know how many years have passed, and the aura on his body has not completely dissipated.

This is a strong man!

Yang Zhen came to the old man and made a junior salute to the old man, and everyone who watched was stunned.

"Boy, everyone is dead, why are you so polite to this old man?" The cheap cat came to Yang Zhen with a suspicious face, and asked with a shocked face: "I haven't seen you so polite before." ”

Yang Zhen glared at the cheap cat and said: "What do you know, the dead are the biggest, and they are in the earth, this is the custom of our village, this group of people can't sleep when they die, especially these old men, don't you feel a little pitiful?"

"Oh, listening to you say this, the deity really thinks that they are a little pitiful, they can't live with the sky in life, and they can't sleep in the earth when they die, but in this way, aren't all these beings a little pitiful?"

Speaking of this, the cheap cat himself was stunned, muttered, and said in surprise: "Damn, the deity suddenly felt that what he said made sense, and it was a hidden avenue." ”

Yang Zhen sneered and said: "If this is also called the Great Dao, isn't the Great Dao too worthless, this is just a common sense of life, if a living being does not have this awareness, how can he live his true self in heaven and earth?"

One person, one cat, you say a word, no one notices, including Hua Youyue, behind them, all of them look at them in shock.

Especially the exotic woman Mo Xueling, a pair of sapphire blue-green eyes flashed with amazing brilliance, and she looked at Yang Zhen with a look of surprise.

"I didn't expect that Yang Zhen, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and even Tianzun dared to kill with a sword, actually had such a high consciousness, his words were full of sincerity, and in the face of people who had already been ancients, he could perform the junior salute so naturally, he ...... What kind of person is he?"

Shanyang on the side was dumbfounded, and suddenly snorted lightly and said, "We don't know what kind of person, we only know that Yang Zhen did this for a reason." ”

Mo Xueling was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look at Yang Zhen, and was immediately stunned.

In front of the old man, a light suddenly flashed, and a buzzing sound of aura fluctuated throughout the hall, and in the direction of everyone kneeling, a huge grinding stone turntable rumbled around.

"Oh, oh, it's open!" Yang Zhen happily walked towards the grinding stone turntable, and everyone watching was stunned.

The cheap cat was also stunned, looked at Yang Zhen's back and said with annoyance: "Damn, the deity has been fooled, how can you kid have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, it turned out that he found a way to open the secret treasure, but this old man is also very bad, and he actually made such a shameless ban." ”

Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen blankly, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and muttered, "I see." ”

Arda sneered and said, "Yang Zhen, this bastard, definitely didn't really mean to give the old man a junior salute. ”

Shanyang nodded busily on the side, and was just about to speak, Mo Xueling suddenly shook his head and said, "You are wrong!"

"Wrong?"

Arda and Shanyang looked at each other and asked in unison, "What's wrong, isn't it?"

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of Mo Xueling's mouth, and the dimples on the side of his mouth had a unique playfulness of exotic style, and he said: "When the grinding stone turntable was opened just now, Yang Zhen's face showed a trace of surprise, which shows that he didn't know that he could open the ban by doing so before. ”

"This ......" Ah Lei and Shanyang were shocked, and looked at Yang Zhen who walked to the side of the grinding plate in disbelief.

Hua Youyue, who was walking in front of Mo Xueling, had a faint smile on her face, her eyes kept falling on Yang Zhen, getting softer and softer, and when she saw Yang Zhen walking forward, she immediately reminded her: "Be careful!"

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Little girl, come here, there are good things here!"

Hua Youyue was stunned for a moment, Lianbu walked over, and asked curiously, "What good things?"

Yang Zhen is a rich streamer, and he has all kinds of strange things on his body, which can make him say that it is a good thing, and it will definitely not be ordinary.

The grinding stone in the place where several people are located is huge, and after turning around, there is a beautiful seat on it, shining brightly, with a majestic aura that people dare not look at directly, it should be the seat of the head of the sect.

It's just that at this time, the seat of the head of the sect is empty, and there is no one, although it is spotless, it should be that no one has touched it for a long time.

Yang Zhen looked back at the seat of the head of the sect, and said with a smile on his face: "Come and see for yourself, I can't pull it out!"

"Can't pull it out?" Hua Youyue looked over, a surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said in a low voice: "Holy soldier!"

Behind the seat, there was a long sword that emitted a brilliant blue light, and the cold aura on it was extremely strong, but it was condensed but not dispersed, as if it had been guarding the long sword.

Yang Zhen nodded, jumped to the position of the head of the sect, held the hilt of the sword with all his strength, and used all the strength to eat, saying that he couldn't pull it out.

"Damn, little girl, get out of the way first, I'm on a par with this broken sword!" Yang Zhen was furious, changed his angle, and a cloud of power fluctuations erupted from his body, and he shouted, his hands were bruised, and his eyes were round.

Click!

A crisp voice came, and Yang Zhen's hands and arms were frozen into ice lumps.

"it, it's so cold!" Yang Zhen hurriedly let go, looked at the long sword with a strange expression, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and pouted and said: "Broken sword, it must be a broken sword, broken, sour!"

Hua Youyue smiled and slowly explained: "The holy sword has a spirit, choose your own master, obviously, you are not its master!"

"Who is rare!" Yang Zhen glared at the long sword, and the cheap cat next to him quacked and laughed with contempt.

The second watch is here, and there is nothing wrong with this time!

The south wind is really witty!

(End of chapter)