Chapter 1192 Reluctantly Do Something!
How powerful are the people in Sangong?
No one can really touch the background of Sangong, because the inheritance of Sangong is too huge.
Passed down through the ages for so many years, there are tens of thousands of disciples in the Three Palaces alone.
With tens of thousands of disciples, how many people with extraordinary talents can there be?
If you think about it with your toes, you can't mess with such a sect.
Anyway, Yang Zhen has never seen such a huge sect.
Whether it's Maosheng Palace or Xishi Palace, they are all existences that are so powerful that everyone's scalp tingles.
Especially the Jianyang Palace among the three palaces is said to be a powerful existence that once gave birth to a great emperor. Yang Zhen was amazed when he heard it.
"How many sects like this existed in the Great Desolation Era?"
Yang Zhen asked Zhou Tong curiously.
Zhou Tong pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "There are so many!"
"Digging grass, so scary?" Yang Zhen really didn't expect such an answer.
Zhou Tong curled his lips and said: "Since the era of barbaric desolation and the end of the Dharma, such sects have gradually become lonely. Up to now, I am afraid that only the inheritance of Sangong can maintain such a deep foundation, and the others have disappeared for a long time. .”
Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, this way there is still something to play with, if super sects like Sangong all jump out like toads after the rain, what's the point?
Zhou Tong seemed to have seen Yang Zhen's thoughts, and said with a curl of his lips: "Boy, your talent is considered outstanding among the three palaces, but you don't have the support of a big sect behind you, and your cultivation is really not good enough. Among them, many disciples who are as old as you are already in the realm of the Great Sage."
Yang Zhen waved his hand, he wasn't too worried about this.
What happened to the great sage? Even when the great sage came, he still pressed them to the ground and rubbed them.
Yang Zhen is not the kind of person who depends on other people's cultivation for fighting. Yang Zhen's fighting depends entirely on his mood.
Seeing Yang Zhen's nonchalant look, Zhou Tong hesitated to speak, and there was a look of gloating on his face, which flashed by, but Yang Zhen didn't notice it at all.
"Boy, I wish you good luck!" Zhou Tong patted Yang Zhen on the shoulder.
Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong in bewilderment, and asked, "The people in Sangong will definitely trouble me, Sao Sheng?"
Zhou Tong nodded and said: "This is inevitable, who let you win the old man?"
Yang Zhen almost jumped up and gave Zhou Tong a brainstorm: "Damn it, did you cause trouble for yourself if I won?"
Zhou Tong smiled like a fat man weighing two hundred catties, with a playful look on his face.
"Do you think that the Sangong and Six Sects are from the Yaoyan sect outside?"
Yang Zhen pondered for a moment, and said: "Since they will definitely find trouble with me, I have to do something first."
Zhou Tong almost bumped his head against the door frame.
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The Dahuangdi Road exists in a desolate mountain in the northwest of the courtyard.
There are few people here, even fierce beasts are unwilling to come here.
The endless chaotic atmosphere lingers in the world, and many monks will be swallowed up even with their spiritual consciousness, not to mention the dangers they may encounter anytime and anywhere.
The Great Wilderness Emperor Road is not the name of this area. The locals call this place that has been passed down from the barbaric era... the land of sacrifice!
Everything in the world pays homage to the sky, and although it can survive in a desperate situation, it is not in case.
Some people say that the place of sacrificial sacrifice was once a battlefield for immortals, and some people say that this place was once cursed by the ghosts of the Nine Nether Purgatory. In short, all kinds of weird things can happen.
It was not until two great emperors walked out here that it was called the Great Desolate Emperor's Road, because although there were nine deaths here, if they could survive, their understanding of the world would be able to reach a level that ordinary people can't match.
The vastness of the world has become worrying for several times, and countless dead bones have been buried. Even the once powerful emperors have fallen in it, let alone those countless great sages.
At the entrance of the place of sacrifice, a group of more than ten people exuded a terrifying aura, standing quietly on a hilltop, watching the dense dark red aura, the atmosphere was very dignified.
One of the women in red giggled and said to everyone, "You all seem very nervous."
A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes raised his mouth and said, "There must be some nervousness. After all, it is the Great Desolate Emperor's Road, and it will be opened soon. In the next period of time, the place of sacrifice will be the most important place in the entire atrium and even the cultivation world." Lively place."
These people are none other than the descendants and disciples of Sangong, especially the handsome man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, who is surrounded by dragon aura and faintly has the aura of crape myrtle.
The red-clothed woman was not simple either, her aura was faintly visible, she was clearly standing in front of everyone, if she kept silent, no one would notice her.
But once she opened her mouth, everyone would see nothing else, and their minds would be drawn to her by countless clues.
"In this world, is there any place that Yan Zixu of Jianyang Palace is afraid of?"
Jianyang Gong Yan Zixu.
Hearing this name, the other monks around the mountain gasped in unison, and their discussion became even quieter.
A smile appeared on Yan Zixu's face, he glanced at the woman meaningfully, and said: "Where there is a concubine, you, a witch, what's the matter with me, Yan Zixu?"
The concubine Shi concubine laughed loudly, leaning forward and back together, seeing that everyone around was drooling.
Behind Yan Zixu, a burly man who forced himself not to look at his concubine snorted softly and said, "I don't know when the people from the Six Sects will arrive, it's really slow."
Hearing this, more than a dozen people showed interest on their faces.
Yan Zixu even smiled and said: "It is said that a disciple named Yang Zhen appeared among the six sects, and he even defeated Elder Zhou Tong and became the master of Elder Zhou Tong. What do you think about this matter?"
A bright light flashed in the concubine's eyes, and she said, "My family is very interested in this Yang Zhen, but Elder Tu Mieyang has already gone to Qinglianmen with Dong Tianming and others, and now the leader of the team should be Dong Tianming." Well, if this is the case, the slave family will be a little disappointed."
Yan Zixu laughed, and said to the burly man next to him, "Dong Tianming is only mediocre, if he is the team leader, then you should take over."
The burly man snorted coldly and said, "Are you serious, Junior Brother Yan, who asked me to guide the person from the Six Sects?"
Everyone laughed loudly, with playful expressions on their faces.
"Junior Brother Lu Yan will naturally not be interested in Dong Tianming, but... I heard that Yang Zhen has comprehended the Twelve Qinglians, so Junior Brother Lu Yan can learn from it."
Lu Yan grinned, like a stream of water wading through his body, and said, "Senior Sister Feifei still understands me."
"Then you still don't look at the slave's house?" Shi Feifei blinked at Lu Yan.
Lu Yan's hair stood on end, he turned his head hastily, his face flushed, and he hummed coldly.
Yan Zixu waved his hand and said: "Given the affection of the sect, we can't do too much, but the people of the six sects will only become a burden to us, after we get their leader, let them fend for themselves .”
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they all laughed.
"Hehe, that's a good idea, but can I take Yang Zhen with me? I heard that his talent is very high. I'm very curious, how high can he be?"
"Who can stand you..." Lu Yan muttered.
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