The monkeys all over the mountains are considered an uncivilized race, but they are more intelligent than those ferocious beasts that have not yet been hazy.

The terrifying thunder all over the mountains fell from the sky and rumbled on the ground. The monkeys had a terrifying look on their faces, and they kept kowtowing, their foreheads were red, their bodies were shaking, and they mumbled and didn't know what they were saying.

Occasionally, someone looked up at the sky, but was pressed to the ground by other elders, and his face became even more in a hurry.

When Yang Zhen jumped up, he didn't know how many monkeys died.

Zhou Tong rushed out of the crowd, his face full of absurd expressions, and shouted to Yang Zhen: "Boy, you know what kind of heavenly punishment this is, you actually want to rush forward, it's simply seeking death!"

Yang Zhen looked back at Zhou Tong, but did not speak, but rose into the air step by step. The sword lights in his hand were lit up in the dark, and the evil shadow black tit roared in the sky. After coming out, he glanced coldly at Zhou Tong and others. How domineering?

The Qinglian Sect Master and others also sighed and said, "Boy, I can't figure out what you are going up to do at this time. This is not your heavenly punishment, so there is no need to take your life."

At this time, more and more monks in the crowd noticed Yang Zhen's actions, and naturally not everyone was worried or worthless about Yang Zhen. Among the many monks, many monks in black showed a fanatical look on their faces and looked at Yang Zhen with a eager face, as if a strong halo was burning on Yang Zhen's body, and they were a little respectful.

Yang Zhen glanced at the leader of Qinglian, grinned and said, "These water monkeys shouldn't have died at this time."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Even those people in black clothes looked at Yang Zhen with a dull look on their faces.

"What does this mean?"

Zhou Tong's face was flashing with a look of surprise and doubt. He then screamed strangely, widened his eyes and said, "You want to save these beasts?"

Yang Zhen was shocked all over, looked at Zhou Tong with a plain expression, and said with a smile: "Zhou Tong, from now on, you and I will have no relationship with each other. The matter between master and apprentice is just a joke after all."

Zhou Tong was stunned, and seemed to have not expected why Yang Zhen would say such words. The look of surprise and suspicion on his face not only did not ease, but became even stronger.

The Qinglian Sect Master thoughtful and said with a wry smile: "Little Friend Yang, why are you... this...? All living beings in the world have their own ways, and life and death are destined. How can you change it alone?"

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "You can't just watch them die in vain. Whether it is a water monkey or a beast, they are always fresh lives."

Hearing this, tens of thousands of monks looked at Yang Zhen silently, as if they were looking at a fool.

Whether it is monkeys or beasts, these monkeys have not even turned on their spiritual intelligence, and they are not even as good as those monsters. Are they not beasts?

At this time, all of those who defied the heavens frowned and looked at Yang Zhen with some confusion. The fanaticism on his face gradually dissipated, leaving only doubts and confusion.

More, looking at Yang Zhen, it was like looking at a fool.

Shi Feifei looked at Yang Zhen blankly. Perhaps among the many monks present, she was the only one who knew Yang Zhen’s mood best at this time.

The prey of the weak is that since ancient times, it has been the world of cultivation or the world of great wilderness, or the world of wilderness. There are countless creatures in the world. Under the magnificent power of heaven, how many creatures die every day because of the power of heaven?

How many people can make their own decisions about birth, old age, sickness and death?

If you can make your own decisions, you still have to pursue the way of heaven and what will the monks in the world tirelessly?

There has always been no reason to talk about in this world.

Yang Zhen said that these water monkeys should not die now, but when will they die not die?

Everyone was puzzled, and Shi Feifei was also puzzled.

This is a catastrophe, at least for the population of water monkeys, it is a catastrophe. Under the punishment of heaven, I don’t know how many water monkeys can survive.

This is also a cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution of heaven has always been like this.

Concubine Shi opened her mouth and wanted to persuade Yang Zhen, but she had no idea.

Everyone understands the great principles, but how many people really understand them?

Besides, Yang Zhen had already taken a deep breath at this time, turned around, jumped and rushed towards the catastrophe clouds in the air in a crazily manner.

Concubine Shi opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything until her mouth was spoken.

She wanted to tell Yang Zhen that going here is very likely to anger the world and die here.

She really wanted to tell Yang Zhen that she didn't have to feel guilty about the disaster brought to the water monkey race by eating the source of causal and effect. The world has always been like this, and I don't know how many such things will happen.

It happened today and will happen tomorrow. In the future, the world is so big that this will happen when and where.

What can Yang Zhen do alone?

More importantly, the heavenly punishment for destroying the race is that even the Dao Demon and the Sword Demon dare not touch easily. After Yang Zhen enters, he will undoubtedly die.

Even though he knew that he would definitely die, Yang Zhen still had to do it. Could this lunatic be a lunatic?

In the crowd, the Dao Demon and the Sword Demon looked at each other and grinned at the same time.

The Taoist demon laughed loudly, his eyes were full of blazing flames. He looked at the earth-shaking death of the seed in the air and said, "I actually saw the figure of that madman on this kid."

The sword demon also grinned and said, "It may be worse than that person. After all, he has a reason. That madman never cares about right or wrong."

"You said, how long can he last?" Daomo looked at Yang Zhen with interest and said.

The sword demon shook his head and sat on the ground boredly, saying, "I am more curious about what happened here than this, why did we suddenly appear here? Is the legendary Void Transfer true?"

Hearing this, a look of surprise flashed across the face of Dao Demon. After staring at the sword demon for a long time, he laughed and said, "I can't explain this matter. But for some reason, I feel that the aura on Boy Yang's body is actually rising steadily. Maybe this time will be a rare fortune for him."

"Is it a fate that will die?" The sword demon curled his lips, disregarding his concern, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Zhen.

Under the punishment of the destruction of the seed, Yang Zhen took a deep breath, raised his head and grinned, carried the Daque Sword on his shoulder, and murmured to himself: "Old guy, we have met again, but this time, you are not targeting me, but... this pussy, I have to pretend!"

"Come on!"

A roar shocked the world, and Yang Zhen, accompanied by the evil shadow black tie, rushed into the Heavenly Punishment of the Destruction.

Rumble, the terrifying roar of heaven and earth. Under the great changes in the world, the whole world was solemn and slaughtered. Everyone was scared and their faces were full of horror.

Many monks retreated together, fearing that they would be affected, but their eyes were reluctant to leave Yang Zhen's sight.

The monkeys in the mountains and fields looked at Yang Zhen blankly, and then they all crawled on the ground, muttering sounds in their mouths, not knowing what they were talking about.
Chapter completed!