Chapter 470: Fell in Love with Mahayana Period!

Everyone looked dumbfounded and stood there blankly, no one even noticed that the bodies of Lin Shengzi and the elders of the second clan fell on the ground.

Yang Zhen was on fire alone, chasing countless dead zhi and ran wildly in mid-air. What was especially shocking was that those dead zhi screamed in terror, as if they were afraid of being enveloped by Yang Zhen's flames.

Soon someone discovered the difference. The dead zhi burned to death by Yang Zhen was quite different from the dead zhi burned to death by other people. , and the dead Zhi Zhi burned to death by Yang Zhen had no corpse at all, and all turned into fly ash.

Wherever Yang Zhen passed by, there were roaring waves of fire, and after those dead gnats were burned to death by Yang Zhen in groups, they turned into a cloud of pure energy. At the beginning, everyone didn't react, and then they all Frightened.

"My God, what is that!"

"It seems to be a kind of energy, this...why do I feel the breath of void power in these energies?"

"Impossible. If it was the power of the void, Yang Zhen would have died long ago. Besides, how could these dead animals have the power of the void?"

"Speaking of it, if these death beasts have mastered the power of the void, wouldn't we be dead long ago?"

...

Everyone was discussing and expressing their own opinions. No matter what kind of attitude they maintained, they all showed envious expressions in the face of the terrifying pure energy around Yang Zhen.

But at this time, envy is envy, no one dares to rush forward rashly.

So many monks killed so many dead insects, but they didn't release even a little bit of void power. Obviously, only Yang Zhen knew this method.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen who was in the air with envy and jealousy. Some people even felt that the world was unfair. Why did Yang Zhen think of such a way, but those dead animals still couldn't feel Yang Zhen's existence, and seemed to put Yang Zhen in the air? As a natural disaster, I'm afraid I can't avoid it.

This created the phenomenon of Yang Zhen chasing the dead all the way!

"This... How much luck does it take to get such a great fortune? Could it be that Yang is really the son of luck?"

"If Yang is really the son of fate, then this son of fate is too cheap!"

"I still think it's the power of the void, beep my mother, I once inadvertently broke into a place with the power of the void, a distance of hundreds of feet, was almost pulled into the void by the power of the void, and almost couldn't come back , can’t be wrong, I won’t feel wrong, beside Yang Zhen... what he is absorbing and refining is the power of the void.”

"What?"

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback. They looked at Yang Zhen in mid-air with disbelief, and said with horror: "Could it really be the power of the void, but why can Yang Zhen absorb the power of the void? Isn't it one of the most difficult forces to control?"

Someone suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "The power of the void, in the ice palace group, Yang Zhen once tried to refine the power of the void, but failed in the end. Could it be... Didn't he fail at that time?"

"This fellow daoist was too worried. I was there at the time. In the end, Yang Zhen really failed. The power of the void disappeared in front of us. It won't be a lie!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As for why everyone breathed a sigh of relief, after looking at each other, they were a little confused, probably because Yang Zhen did not refine the power of the void, and everyone felt more comfortable.

But……

What is in front of me?

If Yang Zhen didn't refine the void power in the ice palace, then what is Yang Zhen doing now?

boom--!

At this moment, an old man jumped up suddenly, with a bang, a terrifying fire wave burned on his body, rushed towards the midair, came to Yang Zhen, and stared at Yang Zhen in surprise.

"It's the Supreme Elder of the Yan Clan. I didn't expect that the first one who couldn't help it was the Supreme Elder of the Yan Clan."

"The Supreme Elder is a Mahayana monk, is he also interested in the power of the void?"

"Nonsense, who among the monks in the world is not interested in the power of the void, besides, the Yan and Ke clans have been friends for generations, Yang Zhen killed Lin Shengzi and the elders of the second clan, can the Taishang elder of the Yan clan not be angry?"

"Shh, fellow daoist, what you said is wrong. Lin Shengzi and the elders of the second clan broke into the group of dead insects by themselves. Why did Yang Zhen kill him? Be careful that the trouble comes out of your mouth."

Everyone looked in horror at the grand elder of the Yan clan who was rushing towards the mid-air, their expressions were uncertain, even Qian Lao frowned, and said in a low voice: "What the hell does this old Lu Qiju want to do?"

The Holy Maiden of Qianling frowned slightly, and suddenly raised her head and asked, "Old Qian, what are the chances of Yang Zhen surviving in the hands of the Taishang of the Yan Clan?"

"Judging from Yang Zhen's current strength, he has no chance of surviving!" Qian Lao said in a deep voice: "However, although the strong in the Mahayana stage are terrifying, it is not impossible for Yang Zhen to survive. If he can catch up with those dead If so, maybe with the help of Death Zhi's hand, it can achieve the effect of restraining Lu Qiju."

Hearing Qian Lao's words, Qianling Saintess showed a curious look in her eyes, and looked up at Yang Zhen who ignored Lu Qiju.

Hua Youyue looked up, and the moon shadow in her hand gradually hummed, like a phoenix returning to its nest.

Han Yan'er snorted softly, and was about to jump up with the sun shadow in her hand, but was stopped by Hua Youyue and said: "Yang is really fine!"

"But... that's a strong man in the Mahayana period!" Han Yan'er gave Hua Youyue a strange look.

Hua Youyue nodded, looked at Han Yan'er and asked: "If you are now facing a strong man in the Mahayana stage, how sure are you that you will survive?"

Han Yan'er paused when she heard the words, glanced at the old man who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, shook her head and said, "Thirty percent!"

"What?" Qian Lao was shocked when he heard the words, and looked at Han Yan'er in surprise.

A little girl who has just passed the tribulation, facing a strong man in the Mahayana stage, there is actually a 30% chance of surviving?

This... this is simply impossible!

Qian Lao laughed and shook his head, and sighed secretly, it was obvious that Han Yan'er didn't know how powerful a Mahayana stage powerhouse was.

With Qianlao's current strength, no matter how many strong men in the Transcendence Tribulation Period come, they will not be able to put any pressure on him. This is the strength of the strong men in the Mahayana Period.

If crossing the catastrophe is the beginning of a monk facing the number of days, then the Mahayana period is the first level that cannot be broken through without having enough true energy in the body.

The so-called Mahayana refers to a realm, a state of mastery and mastery, and the great accomplishment of Mahayana.

Any martial skill, as long as it has been mastered in the Mahayana stage, it has reached the point of proficiency, and it can be easily mastered, like using your arms and fingers. Compared with the strong people who barely use martial arts in the Transcending Tribulation stage, it is simply a heaven and an underground.

Everyone looked at the air in amazement. From the flames on Yang Zhen and the Taishang Elder of the Yan clan, one could feel that Yang Zhen and Lu Qiju were not in the same realm at all.

Although the flames on Yang Zhen's body are weird, they can clearly see the state of urging, but the flames on Lu Qiju's body are obviously different, as if the real essence is slowly coming out from all parts of the body non-stop, and it is naturally flowing around the body. the same as burning.

Perfect!

At this time, Yang Zhen glanced at Lu Qiju, and with a surprised expression, he took the last trace of pure energy containing the power of the void into his body, and asked with a smile: "What advice do you have, senior?"

Lu Qiju snorted coldly, apparently not paying attention to Yang Zhen, and said, "Tell me the method of refining dead insects!"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.