With Yang Zhen's whisper, the entire wild world suddenly emitted a terrifying wave of sound like an ancient dragon roar. As the sky turned over, the rumbling rumbled across the river like a torrent, rushing towards Yang Zhen's hands.

A dim light burst out from Yang Zhen's eyes, and he grinned in pain and cursed: "Damn, I didn't expect that it would be so painful to receive a heavenly book. I lost it."

The terrifying wave lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour. Only then did Yang Zhen tilt his head and lay on the wooden bench crookedly, gasping for breath, unable to lift up any strength on his body.

In my mind, something huge and simple like a book shines brightly, and it is in harmony with the Xuanli Chapter of Heavenly Book that Yang Zhen obtained before. However, this Heavenly Book is carved with three large seal characters, which are like gilding. The three characters of the Diksvara Chapter are written on it are simple and vigorous, exuding a breath of heaven and earth!

The heavenly book is divided into Ksitigarbha, which contains the Qi of the Universe. Every slightest breath can feel the ancient and long-lasting breath.

While panting, Yang Zhen grinned and said, "What's this called? This is called a genius. Do you think it's a little cat, a little cat?"

The sound of no one calling 666 next to him stunned Yang Zhen. When he opened his eyes and looked confused.

The wooden house has disappeared, or it has collapsed. Only a wooden bench under Yang Zhen’s body is still preserved in place. The rest of the place is covered with ruins, and Yang Zhen is buried under the rocks.

"Damn it, the spiritual peak has collapsed?"

Although Yang Zhen had a premonition when collecting the Heavenly Book and Dizang Chapter, once he collected the Heavenly Book and Dizang Chapter, this world might no longer exist, but he did not expect it to be destroyed so thoroughly.

Fortunately, no one saw this, otherwise Yang Zhen would be a little uncomfortable if the charge of destroying the Spirit Top was detained.

But it felt comfortable if no one saw it. Yang Zhen stood up, and his spiritual sense felt the surrounding earth and rocks, and immediately cursed.

This is not buried in the soil and rocks, it is simply buried under the mountains, or the entire wooden house has sunk to the depths of dozens of feet below.

Yang Zhen stood there in a daze. In this case, let alone punching him out, two or two hundred punches, I'm afraid that the gravel and slag had already buried him before the person could go out.

The world's number one inheritor to be suffocated to death, this name is good.

Yang Zhen laughed at himself, put his hands on the soil and rocks next to him, and a dim light suddenly burst out from his eyes, flashing away. If you don’t look carefully, you will not see any abnormalities at all.

"Ksitigarbha technique!"

With Yang Zhen's whisper, Yang Zhen's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and swished between the rocks.

Yang Zhen was shocked. He didn't expect that the technique recorded in the Book of Heaven and Earth Ksitigarbha was so mysterious. He had no adaptation for a moment and suddenly lost his direction and ran around under the ground like a headless fly.

After a long time of running, Yang Zhen rushed out with a loud bang, and the next moment, his eyes widened.

"Grass!"

This is a cliff, and Yang Zhen's body is still in the operation of the Ksitigarbha's martial arts. For a moment, the power cannot be converted and fell directly from mid-air.

On the ground, two groups of people were fighting, two of them were interdependent, with mottled blood on their bodies, and their faces were pale. They were obviously at the end of the powerful crossbow.

A group of monks next to him looked gloomy and surrounded the two women, constantly striving for success. They were about to take down the two women. When they heard a strange scream, they were shocked and hurriedly looked up.

boom--!

Yang Zhen finally converted his true energy back, but it was too late. He fell to the ground like a shell and directly smashed a deep pit.

The group of people around were all dumbfounded. They stood there and did not dare to move. They stared at Yang Zhen in the pit, with a flash of shock and doubt in their expressions.

"Phhh!"

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

While talking, Yang Zhen crawled out of the pit and was about to leave.

Two women in the crowd looked anxious. One of the young women wanted to speak but stopped them. They were stopped by the other middle-aged woman and shook their heads secretly.

While walking, Yang Zhen was thinking about the Ksitigarbha technique in the Ksitigarbha chapter. How could he grasp the direction when he was using it next time. When he looked up, he saw a long sword and asked in surprise: "Fellow Taoist, why are you pointing your sword at this Sao Sheng?"

I'm a saint?

Hearing Yang Zhen’s strange name, a middle-aged man in front of him was stunned and asked in a deep voice: “Who are you? Is it the remnant of the Yang family?”

"Yang Family?" Yang Zhen was stunned and said, "This Sao Sheng is indeed surnamed Yang, but it is not a traitor of the Yang family. This fellow Taoist, please let you get out of the way and block this Sao Sheng's path."

A gloomy look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he made the way with a smile, saying, "Young Master, go well."

"Thank you!"

Yang Zhen bowed his hand and walked straight outward. Suddenly, a delicate exclaim came: "Young man, be careful!"

"Hmm?" Yang Zhen turned around and looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

A black shadow suddenly appeared beside Yang Zhen, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly, stabbing Yang Zhenxin.

Yang Zhen was surprised and turned to look at him. He happened to meet a hideous face. It was a young monk next to the middle-aged man. He said with a harsh expression: "Boy, since your surname is Yang, don't think of leaving...what?"

What the hell?

Yang Zhen stared at the sword stabbing blankly, looking confused. If you have the surname Yang, don’t leave. If the surname Yang eats your rice or sleeps with your wife?

when!

A sound of golden spears clashing came. The young monk's sword technique was sharp and his head was extremely accurate. He stabbed directly into Yang Zhenxin's mouth, but it seemed that his strength was a little weak. Not only did he not stab in, but he broke the sword.

The middle-aged monk looked confused and stared at the broken sword in his hand, screamed strangely, and retreated. After a moment, he returned to the distance and looked at Yang Zhen with horror.

Yang Zhen looked down and saw that the torn clothes that were worn in the pile of rocks now had a small hole, revealing the delicate little raisin at Yang Zhen’s mouth. When the cool breeze blew, it was chilly.

Seeing such an incredible scene, everyone was stunned and looked at Yang Zhen with a confused look on his face... the delicate little raisin exposed in the ripped hole on his clothes swallowed hard.

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?"

"Take it!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and more than ten monks rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The delicate young woman was immediately startled and rushed forward with her sword: "Young Master, be careful!"

The middle-aged woman was also shocked. When she saw everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her face changed. With the sound of reprimanding, a blue light suddenly burst out from the sword and killed the middle-aged man.

A long sword stabbed Yang Zhen’s head, and Yang Zhen shook his head, it was too slow.

After avoiding the long sword, Yang Zhen squatted down slowly, reached out and pressed his hand on the ground, muttering to himself: "Transatisfied Ksitigarbha, bind!"

Rumble!

A stream of earth waves rolled up and happened to appear at the feet of more than a dozen monks. Everyone felt something strange under their feet. They looked down and their hair suddenly exploded.

"This... what the hell is this?" The middle-aged man screamed strangely, lifted his sword and stabbed it down, but he thrust his feet with a whistle, his face pale in pain.
Chapter completed!