Chapter 293 The Surname Yang Slept with Your Wife?

Following Yang Zhen's soft shout, a terrifying sound wave like the chant of an ancient dragon suddenly came out from the entire wild world, and the earth was turned upside down, and the rumble swept across like a torrent, rushing towards Yang Zhen's hands.

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

The terrifying wave lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour. Yang Zhencai tilted his head and lay crookedly on the wooden bench, gasping for breath, unable to lift up his whole body.

In my mind, a huge and simple thing like a book is shining, and it complements the Xuanli Chapter of the Heavenly Book obtained by Yang Zhen before, but on this Heavenly Book, there are three big characters in seal script, which seem to be gilded, and the three characters of the Book of Dizang Simple and vigorous, revealing a breath of heaven and earth!

The heavenly book is divided into earth treasures, and the heaven and earth energy is contained in it. Every breath, even if it is extremely subtle, can feel the ancient and ancient breath coming from it.

Panting, Yang Zhen grinned amusedly: "What is it called? This is called Tian Zong Wizard. Don't you think it's a cheap cat, a cheap cat?"

The sound of no one calling 666 by the side made Yang Zhen stunned for a moment, opened his eyes to look, and suddenly looked confused.

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

"Damn it, the spiritual peak has collapsed?"

Although Yang Zhen had a premonition when he collected the Heavenly Book and Dizang Chapter, once he collected the Tianshu Dizang Chapter, this world might cease to exist, but he never thought that it would be destroyed so completely.

This... Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise Yang Zhen would really feel a little uncomfortable if he was charged with destroying Lingfeng.

But it would be comfortable if no one saw it. Yang Zhen stood up, felt the surrounding soil and rocks with his spiritual sense, and suddenly felt a little cursing.

This is not buried in the earth and rocks, it is almost buried under the mountain, or the whole wooden house has sunk to a depth of tens of feet.

Yang Zhen stood there with a dazed face. In this case, let alone one punch, two punches or two hundred punches. I am afraid that the gravel and dregs would have buried him before he got out.

The world's first inheritor who was suffocated to death, this name is not bad.

Yang Zhen laughed at himself, put his hands on the soil and rocks beside him, a dim yellow light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and disappeared in a flash. If you don't look carefully, you can't see any abnormalities at all.

"Ksitigarbha!"

With Yang Zhen's soft drink, Yang Zhen's figure disappeared immediately, and he swished back and forth among the rocks.

Yang Zhen was taken aback. He didn't expect the exercises recorded in the Tianshu Jizang to be so mysterious. He couldn't adapt for a while, and suddenly lost his direction, scurrying around the ground like a headless fly.

I don't know how long it took before Yang Zhen rushed out with a bang, and the next moment, his eyes widened.

"Grass!"

This is a cliff, Yang Zhen's body is still in the operation of the Ksitigarbha Pian, and he can't change his power for a while, so he falls directly from midair.

On the ground, two groups of people were fighting, two of them were dependent on each other, with mottled blood on their bodies, blood churning and pale faces, obviously at the end of their strength.

A group of monks next to them looked gloomy and uncertain. They surrounded the two women and beat them non-stop. They were about to take the two women down. When they heard a strange scream, they were startled and looked up hastily.

boom--!

Yang Zhen managed to convert his true energy back, but it was too late, and his whole body fell to the ground like a cannonball, directly smashing out a deep hole.

The group of people around were all dumbfounded, they stood still and did not dare to move, they stared at Yang Zhen in the pit, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

"Bah bah!"

Yang Zhen spat out the weeds in his mouth, got up a little embarrassed, patted the dirt on his body, looked at a group of confused people and said: "Sorry to disturb you to fight, you go on, go on... "

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

The two women in the crowd looked anxious. One of the young women hesitated to speak, but was stopped by another middle-aged woman, who shook her head secretly.

Yang Zhen was thinking about the Ksitigarbha technique in the Ksitigarbha chapter as he walked, how he could grasp the direction when he used it next time, when he looked up and saw a long sword, he asked in surprise: "This fellow Taoist, can you hold the sword and point at it?" What are you doing with this Sao Sage?"

Ben Sao San?

Hearing Yang Zhen's weird name, a middle-aged man in front of him looked stunned for a moment, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, are you a 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 sin of the Yang family. This fellow Taoist, please step aside and block the way of this Sao Sheng."

A gloomy look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, he stepped aside with a half-smile, and said, "Young master, let's go."

"Thank you!"

Yang Zhen arched his hands and walked straight out, when suddenly there was a delicate exclamation: "My lord, be careful!"

"Huh?" Yang Zhen turned around when he heard the words, and looked at the source of the voice in surprise.

A black figure suddenly appeared by Yang Zhen's side, with the long sword in his hand flickering coldly, stabbing at Yang Zhen's mouth.

Yang Zhen was surprised, turned his head to look, and happened to meet a ferocious face, it was a young monk next to the middle-aged man, and said with a stern look: "Boy, since your surname is Yang, don't even think about leaving... what? "

What the hell?

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the long sword stabbing him, with a confused expression on his face, so don't leave if you have the surname Yang. Is the person surnamed Yang eating your rice or sleeping with your wife?

when!

There was a sound of golden swords clashing, the young monk's swordsmanship was fierce, and his aim was excellent, he stabbed directly at the position of Yang Zhen's mouth, but it seemed that his strength was a little weak, not only did he not stab it, but twisted the long sword up.

The middle-aged monk stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, and with a strange cry, his figure retreated. After a while, he returned to the distance, and looked at Yang Zhen with a horrified expression.

Yang Zhen lowered his head and took a look, the tattered clothes that had been worn in the pile of rocks now had a small hole, exposing the delicate little raisin on Yang Zhen's mouth, it was chilly when the cool wind blew.

Seeing such an unbelievable scene, everyone was stunned, looking at Yang Zhen with a dazed and bewildered expression... The delicate little raisin protruding from the hole in his clothes swallowed with difficulty.

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?"

"Do it!" The middle-aged man shouted violently, and more than a dozen monks rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The delicate young woman was taken aback immediately, and rushed forward with her sword in hand: "My lord, be careful!"

The middle-aged woman also looked shocked. Seeing everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her complexion changed. Amidst the light reprimand, the long sword suddenly burst into a cloud of green light, and killed the middle-aged man.

A long sword stabbed at Yang Zhen's big head, Yang Zhen shook his head, it was too slow.

After avoiding the long sword, Yang Zhen squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand to press on the ground, and muttered to himself: "Ksitigarbha, bind!"

Rumble!

Waves of earth rolled up, and happened to appear at the feet of a dozen monks. Everyone felt something strange under their feet, and when they looked down, their hair suddenly exploded.

"This... what the hell is this?" The middle-aged man screamed strangely, raised his sword and stabbed down, but it pierced his own foot with a groaning sound, his face turned pale from the pain.