Chapter 134

All the monks at the golden core period were all boiling.

The treasures of heaven, materials and earth in Yang Zhen's hands seem to be very precious. Even in the Shanggen mirror world, it is impossible to collect so many such precious treasures of heaven, materials and earth.

Maybe there are so many treasures of heaven and earth in Shanggenjing World, but there are also many people here, and the place is so big, it is already a great fortune to meet one, how can we collect so many?

Yang Zhen was chasing after a Nascent Soul stage monk, no matter how you look at this matter, Yang Zhen was a bit weird, but when a Jindan stage monk chased after him, other Jindan stage monks couldn't care less , all caught up.

No matter how powerful Yang Zhen was, he was only a Jindan stage monk, and there was still a Nascent Soul stage monk here. Yang Zhen was doomed, and he was exhausted!

boom!

The air waves erupting from dozens of Jindan stage monks were horrifying, and the waves of true energy that covered the sky and the sun all rushed towards Yang Zhen, and stopped Yang Zhen before he left.

When the middle-aged monk heard Yang Zhen's words and looked back, he was startled, and at the same time, the anger in his heart couldn't be restrained.

You have so many good things, you come to grab a radish from me, you really have a sick mind!

"This is what you said, you can't stand without faith!"

The middle-aged monk turned sharply, drew a perfect arc in mid-air, and chased towards Yang Zhen madly.

When Yang Zhen saw the middle-aged monk come back, he was overjoyed. Sure enough, people died for money and birds died for food.

At this time, those Jindan stage monks all attacked Yang Zhen, without saying a word, all kinds of martial arts and martial arts, and for a while, the real yuan rioted violently in the middle of the sky, like a huge ocean, obviously wanting Yang Zhen Life.

Yang Zhen's target is only the middle-aged monks, and these monks at the Jindan stage can't stimulate the movement of Jindan at all.

In order to be able to have another fight with the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, Yang Zhen swung his long sword, and the Dayan Fenglei Sword suddenly exploded, the terrifying thunder covered the sky and the sun, and thunder dragons roared in the midst of the thunder With a roar, dozens of Jindan monks were enveloped in the blink of an eye.

Rumble!

At this time, the true energy in Yang Zhen's body was completely rioting, and the power of the sword was as brilliant as the sky. Those monks at the Golden Core stage were in no hurry to avoid it for a while, and fell more than half of it from the air with a clatter.

The middle-aged monk was about to rush to Yang Zhen's side. Seeing this terrifying scene, he was startled, his eyeballs almost protruded, and he turned his head and ran away hastily.

"Fuck, come back!"

"It's only a fool!" The middle-aged monk broke out in a cold sweat while running, swishing.

This guy is definitely not an ordinary Golden Core stage monk, how can a Golden Core stage monk possess such a terrifying true energy, and the power of this sword has already touched the meaning of the sword, which is a symbol of the mastery of martial arts after the Dzogchen.

Sure enough, Yang Zhen's perverse character is probably only dared to be possessed by those descendants of the great sects or even the disciples of the Paradise, and there are so many treasures in him, he must be the best among the disciples of the great sects, that is, the world The rumored genius of heaven.

This kind of existence is not something that ordinary monks can provoke, even if they can, it will end up offending the great sect or even the Paradise, and it will definitely be the result of walking around.

Thinking of this, the speed under the middle-aged monk's feet became faster, he didn't even need to move the snake skin, and he ran so fast in a straight line that Yang Zhen felt like he couldn't catch up.

Those Jindan stage monks who were lucky enough to survive looked at Yang Zhen with a horrified expression, and did not dare to chase after him.

Are you kidding me, Yang Zhen went down with his sword like a dumpling and killed a large number of Jindan stage monks. Can such an existence be exhausted?

Yang Zhen didn't expect that his sword would actually cause trouble, but it won't work if he doesn't cut it. These Jindan stage monks are too difficult to deal with. They bully others by relying on their numbers. It would be a bit embarrassing if the boat capsized in the gutter.

Seeing the middle-aged cultivator's way of escaping from death, obviously not something that can be fooled by some natural and earthly treasures, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he took off the thousand faces from his face.

"I'm Yang Zhen!"

The sound rolled like a rainbow, and swept in all directions in mid-air. After hearing the words, more than half of the Jindan stage monks changed their expressions. Instead of chasing Yang Zhen, they turned their heads and ran away.

The middle-aged monk swayed and almost fell from mid-air. He turned his head and stared at Yang Zhen, and roared, "Yang Zhen, I knew it was you, you bastard, wait for me, I saved it." Twenty years of spar, twenty years!"

"Then you come and take it back!"

"Bah, do you think I'm stupid, I... I'll save another twenty years!"

Yang Zhen looked at the middle-aged monk with a dazed face and ran away like this. He made up his mind that he must cultivate his body skills well, hit if he can beat, and run if he can't beat, no matter how strong his fist is, these days, Whoever has the fastest speed is the king.

Lingkongxudu is definitely more advanced than middle-aged monks, but Yang Zhen puts too little thought on it, and is limited by the cultivation base of Jindan period, even middle-aged monks can't catch up, which makes Yang Zhen Very upset!

At this moment, an angry roar came: "Yang Zhen! You are actually here, give me back my spar!"

boom!

The ground suddenly exploded, and a figure came out from the ground, holding a long knife, and the whole person, together with the knife, suddenly transformed into a stormy wave. Follow Yang Zhen to come rushing madly.

"Another Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!"

More and more people rushed towards this side, gloating after seeing Yang Zhen actually fighting the Nascent Soul stage strong man.

"Yang Zhen, this bitch, finally got into trouble that he shouldn't have, and now he's being chased and killed by a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse, he's doomed now!"

"It's best not to die. I still have 10,000 crystals in his hands. Even if I don't get the compensation back, I have to get those 10,000 crystals back."

"Or, let's go together, he seems to have a lot of good things in his hand."

...

Later, the monks turned their minds and approached Yang Zhen under discussion.

Those Jindan stage monks who were shocked by Yang Zhen's sword were hesitant to speak, and looked at those who rushed up with gloating faces.

The battle between Yang Zhen and the Nascent Soul stage powerhouse, these people dared to rush up like this, it was no different from courting death.

Sure enough, just as these people were within the range of Yang Zhen and the long-sword Nascent Soul Stage expert, Yang Zhen suddenly slashed down with a sword, and the berserk true essence evaporated, and Cai Qi Minghua made countless sword blades, facing the giant Blade rushed away.

boom!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the air waves of Yang Zhen and the Nascent Soul stage strongman collided together, overturning a group of Jindan stage monks immediately.

"Impossible, why do you have such terrifying power as a Golden Core stage monk?"

The long-sword Nascent Soul cultivator uttered aloud in horror, and looked at Yang Zhen in amazement, with a shocked expression on his face.

Yang Zhen ignored the long-sword Nascent Soul stage strongman, but stared at the place where the long-sword Nascent Soul stage strongman rushed out, and laughed.

"It's actually a world within a world, there must be something good, don't go, wait until I go in and have a look before we fight, don't go, don't go!"

boom!

A terrifying wave of air erupted from Yang Zhen's body, and his whole body rushed towards the middle of the underground world like a cannonball.

Not far away, the middle-aged monk wiped off his sweat, looked at the bewildered long-sword Nascent Soul stage strong man with relief, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

This idiot didn't hide when he heard Yang Zhen's voice, but rushed out to seek guilt, he deserved it.

How could the long-sword Nascent Soul stage expert think that Yang Zhen was still thinking about good things in this situation, his expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly followed behind Yang Zhen, rushing towards the middle of the world.

In the world within the world, there was a sudden sound of flying dogs and dogs: "No, it's Yang Zhen, that bastard Yang Zhen is here, quickly put away the things, and don't give them to him if they are broken!"

Yang Zhen let out a sigh, and appeared in front of everyone: "It seems that there is already a legend about my brother in the world!"

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, but they moved secretly, surrounding Yang Zhen.

At the same time, a young man with a gloomy expression said to a young female disciple beside him: "Go, invite the elders to come, just say that Yang Zhen has appeared!"