Chapter 290: Saint Soldiers Have Spirits! Choose Your Own Master!

Thousands of dead bones, all knelt on the ground, facing one direction, bowed their heads and died.

Anyone who watched this kind of scene would feel the shock.

Yang Zhen heard the cheap cat's cry, ran over to take a look, was startled, and couldn't help shouting.

Looking up, the cheap cat was sitting on the ground beside him, looking angrily at Sao Ji.

Sao Ji didn't know what was going on, and desperately dragged the cheap cat's tail out, and the two fell into a stalemate, neither of them convinced.

The cheap cat got impatient with being caught by the chicken, stretched out its paws and slapped the chicken's head in a series of slaps, and said angrily: "Let go, let me go, damn, the thing here is not you Home, why can’t you take it casually?”

"Impossible!" Sao Ji was furious, even though the cheap cat slapped its head loudly, it just didn't let go.

Yang Zhen stepped forward, and a bastard slapped them. After pulling them away, he angrily said, "Why are you still fighting?"

The cheap cat snorted coldly, pointed at Sao Ji and said, "Boy, you come to judge, there are so many treasures here, and this bastard Sao Ji won't let me touch it, what's the reason?"

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

"Look at it, what's the attitude of this bastard?" The cheap cat pointed at Sao Ji and said, "If it was in the past, I could turn it into a roast chicken with a single slap."

"No!" Sao Ji glanced at the cheap cat, and looked 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 dead bones on the ground with a surprised expression, and frowned.

Hua Youyue came to Yang Zhen and said, "They all died suddenly, without any wounds on their bodies!"

Not only is there no wound, even the skin on the body is not damaged. If it hadn't been air-dried and turned into a mummy, Yang Zhen would have thought that a group of people here were kneeling down to worship their ancestors.

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

This is a powerhouse!

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

"Boy, everyone is dead, why are you still being so polite to this old man?" The cheap cat came to Yang Zhen with a suspicious expression, and asked with a look of surprise: "I have never seen you so polite before."

Yang Zhen glared at the cheap cat, and said: "What do you know, the dead are the most important, and they will be safe when they enter the soil. This is the custom of our village. This group of people can't sleep when they die, especially these old men. Poor?"

"Oh, listening to what you said, I really feel that they are a bit pitiful. They cannot live as long as the sky, and they cannot sleep peacefully in the earth after death. But in this way, don't all living beings feel a little pitiful?"

Speaking of this, the cheap cat was taken aback, muttered, and said in surprise: "Damn, I suddenly felt that what I said made sense, and it implied the truth."

Yang Zhen sneered and said: "If this is also called Dao, isn't Dao too worthless? This is just a common sense of life. If a creature does not have this awareness, how can it live out its true self in the world?"

One person, one cat, you said something to me, no one noticed, behind them, including Hua Youyue, all looked at them with astonishment.

Especially Mo Xueling, a woman from another land, with a pair of sapphire blue-green eyes shining with amazing talent, looking at Yang Zhen with burning eyes, full of surprise.

"I didn't expect that Yang Zhen, who was not afraid of the heavens and the earth, who dared to kill even Tianzun with a sword, would have such a high level of awareness. He spoke with empathy and words, and he could act so naturally in the face of the old man." Li, what kind of person is he...?"

Shan Yang on the side was stunned, and suddenly snorted softly and said: "We don't know what kind of person, we only know that Yang Zhen did this for a reason."

Mo Xueling was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Zhen, and was immediately astonished.

In front of the old man, a ray of light suddenly flashed past, and there was a buzzing sound from the entire hall, and a wave of vigorous breath came out. In the direction where everyone was kneeling, a huge and incomparably huge millstone turntable boomed.

"Oh, it's opened!" Yang Zhen happily walked towards the millstone turntable, and everyone who watched was stunned.

The cheap cat also looked astonished, looked at Yang Zhen's back and said annoyedly: "Damn, I have been fooled, how can you have the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, it turns out that you have discovered a way to open the secret treasure, but this The old man is also very bad, to come up with such a shameless restriction."

Mo Xueling stared blankly at Yang Zhen, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and murmured, "I see."

Areda sneered, and said, "Yang Zhen, that bastard, certainly didn't mean to give the old man a junior salute sincerely."

Shan Yang hurriedly nodded at the side, and just about to speak, Mo Xueling shook his head suddenly and said: "You are wrong!"

"wrong?"

Areda and Sanyo looked at each other, and asked in unison: "What's wrong, isn't it?"

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Mo Xueling's mouth, and the dimples around his mouth carried the unique charm of exotic styles, and he said: "When the millstone turntable was turned on just now, there was a trace of surprise on Yang Zhen's face, which shows that he didn't do it before. Didn't know doing so would open the ban."

"This..." Aida and Shanyang were shocked, and they looked at Yang Zhen who walked to the side of the millstone in amazement.

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

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

Hua Youyue was taken aback for a moment, walked over with lotus steps, and asked curiously: "What good thing?"

This guy Yang Zhen is very rich, and he has all kinds of weird things on his body. If he can say that he is a good thing, he must not be ordinary.

The millstone where the few people are located is extremely huge. After turning around, there is a beautiful seat on it, shining brightly, with a breath of grandeur that makes people dare not look directly at it. It should be the head of the sect. seat.

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

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

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

Behind the seat, there is a long sword exuding a shining blue light stabbed obliquely. The ice breath on it is extremely strong, but it does not disperse, as if it has been guarding the long sword.

Yang Zhen nodded, jumped onto the seat of the head of the sect, grasped the hilt of the sword with all his strength, exhausted all his breastfeeding strength, and couldn't pull it out no matter what.

"Damn it, little girl, get out of the way first, I'm going to fight with this broken sword!" Yang Zhen was furious, and changed his angle, a wave of power suddenly erupted from his body, he yelled, his hands were bruised, His eyes widened.

Click!

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

"Oh shit, it's so cold!" Yang Zhen hurriedly let go, looked at the long sword with a strange expression, with a look of disdain in his eyes, and said with a curled lip: "The broken sword must be a broken sword. It's broken, it's sour. of!"

Hua Youyue laughed, and slowly explained: "The holy sword has a spirit, so you can choose its own master. Obviously, you are not its master!"

"Who cares about it!" Yang Zhen glared at the long sword, and the cheap cat next to him smirked strangely, with a look of contempt on his face.