Chapter 895: Star World! Holy Tomb!

Mind power is like the power of faith that has been circulating on the blue planet, it is an extremely powerful force.

If there are enough people, Yang Zhen is even confident that he can poke a hole in the world with a single sword, but the limitations of this thing are too great.

First of all, there are many people, many, many, and everyone contributes a little bit of thought power. When will they gather the power to compete with the heavens and the earth?

Secondly, these people have to dedicate their mind power willingly, which is very difficult to do.

Yang Zhen is not a great magic stick, he was able to gather the thought power of tens of thousands of monks, it was just a chance meeting, he saved so many lives by coincidence, and he fought against the world with his own strength, beheading the five demons, this is what he did. It aroused the frenzy of tens of thousands of people.

If Yang Zhen didn't fight against heaven and earth, didn't want to suppress and kill Mo Wu, but wanted to fight other people, then ghosts would contribute some thought power to you.

After a long time, these people still remember that Yang Zhen is already good enough to contribute?

Who are you?

So this kind of power is the kind of power Yang Zhen dislikes the most, and it is far inferior to the power he has mastered.

After hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone present had an urge to strangle Yang Zhen to death.

Wulun Tianzun widened his eyes and said: "Boy, what do you know? In the Great Desolation Era, many people have made thousands of years of hard work in order to gather the power of thought. The Demon Sect has been doing its best to study this power and develop it. Demon puppets and demons, in the Great Desolation Era, the disciples of the Demon Sect were almost half the total number of the Great Desolation World, so you should have some idea of ​​how powerful they are, right?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhen was taken aback, did he really do this?

But wouldn't it be like losing the watermelon and picking up the sesame seeds?

Which of those strong men in the imperial realm needs this kind of power to fight against heaven and earth?

Anyway, Yang Zhen is very disdainful of this kind of power, and he doesn't want to develop any religious beliefs. Why do we need so many believers?

Seeing the expression on Yang Zhen's face, everyone knew that they couldn't be persuaded.

Feng Wuya shook his head and sighed, and muttered to himself: "It's a pity that a person who is born to be the master of one's fate has such a generous personality. Time is fate, and cause and effect are indeed mysterious."

Yang Zhen didn't know what Feng Wuya was muttering about, and he didn't really care about it, so he asked curiously: "Apart from the demon god leader, what other powerful forces have been born?"

A demon god leader is obviously not enough to fight against the entire Demon Sect, Yang Zhen is still very worried about his own life.

He didn't want to fall asleep, so there was a sinister puppet standing at the head of the bed, holding a knife and gesturing where it would be better to cut it off, it was very scary.

But obviously, in the Western Regions, only the demon gods should be stronger, and they are the only ones who can unite with other forces to jointly fight against the demon sect.

Yang Zhen can be a matchmaker for the leader of the demon god, and bring the existences such as Yaochi Holy Land over to discuss important matters.

It's just that Yang Zhen's personality is really not suitable for sitting down and holding meetings. There are constant meetings and quarrels just to erase one or two golem puppets. This is not Yang Zhen's style of doing things at all.

In the next half month, the Mozong really began to subtly influence the beliefs of the monks in the Western Regions, instilling the concept of the Holy Palace to the world.

Except for those monks who were rescued by Yang Zhen, most of them were brainwashed by the Mozong.

The heavens dominate the blood, this is a half-step imperial method, once this kind of practice is carried forward, how much sensation will it cause?

The cheap cat looked at Yang Zhen with a bored face and said: "Boy, the Demon Sect obviously doesn't have time to trouble you, what are you going to do next?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said: "They don't come to make trouble, and they are really boring. Since there is nothing wrong here, and Sao Ji has resurrected, I plan to go back to Baiyun Mountain!"

"You want to go back to your sect?" The cheap cat said eagerly, "Bring me, I also want to see what kind of sect is capable of cultivating such a monster like you."

Yang Zhen laughed out loud, now thinking of that small sect in Baiyun Mountain, Yang Zhen still feels like going home.

After fighting and killing for a long time, it seems that it is a good choice to spend a few days of ordinary life once in a while.

Besides, the world has changed drastically, and now the entire world of comprehension is surging, and more and more powerful beings are beginning to wake up. Who knows what chaos will be in the world by then?

None of this has anything to do with Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was just curious about how many powerful beings there were in the Great Desolation Era. As for what these beings would do after waking up, to benefit them and make them suffer thousands of miles, that was the number of days, not the number of Yang Zhen's fate.

After Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er heard the news, they looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

Yang Zhen looked at the two of them curiously, and was a little curious in his heart, why did the two stunning women who were so calm in the face of Heaven's Punishment and Heaven's Tribulation look a little... nervous?

"When... are you going to go back?" Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhen hesitantly, and asked with her head lowered.

Although Han Yan'er didn't speak, she looked at Yang Zhen with burning eyes, obviously she was also very concerned about this time.

Yang Zhen was taken aback, scratched his face, and said, "It's not decided, I might leave tomorrow, you know, I'm a person who has no sense of time."

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"Ah!" The two women whispered, and said in unison: "Leaving tomorrow?"

"Is there... any problem?" The expression on Yang Zhen's face became even more surprised.

The two women shook their heads at the same time and said, "No... no problem."

At this time, the cheap cat rushed in suddenly, screamed strangely, and said, "Boy, it's not good, something big happened, damn it, something really big happened this time!"

Yang Zhen was taken aback, turned his head to look at the cheap cat and said, "The sky is falling?"

The cheap cat stared and said: "Boy, now is not the time to joke. I'm afraid that old man Feng Wuya will come to you soon."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Wuya's voice came from mid-air: "Where is little friend Yang?"

Yang Zhen, Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er looked at each other, walked out curiously, and when they saw Feng Wuya, they were taken aback for a moment.

Feng Wuya came very fast, and there were many people behind him, all of them with livid faces.

"What happened?"

Feng Wuya took a deep breath and said, "Yaochi Holy Land, something happened to Yaochi Holy Land."

"What?"

Yang Zhen's expression froze, he stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Yao Chi Holy Land, what happened?"

With an angry look on Feng Wuya's face, he said, "A sacred tomb was found near the Tianxing World, the holy land of Yaochi. The members of the Demon Sect used extremely sinister methods to kill thousands of monks, and the blood flowed into rivers. As a guide, I wanted to break open the holy tomb, but was blocked by the Yaochi Holy Land, most of the Yaochi Holy Land has been destroyed, and it can be said that the Yaochi Holy Land is already in jeopardy."

"Grass!"

Yang Zhen rushed towards the holy land of Yaochi with a bang, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Feng Wuya and the others changed their expressions, and after looking at each other in blank dismay, they looked at the cheap cat.

The cheap cat pouted, and said, "Near the Star World, there seems to be someone who is retreating."

"Three saints?"

Both Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er were shocked, and the two swords of sun, moon and shadow behind them suddenly burst into phoenix cries, and they both chased towards Yang Zhen at the same time.

"Hey, wait a minute, old man, how can I leave out such a lively event!"

Wulun Tianzun hurriedly followed behind him. What made Wulun Tianzun almost vomit blood was that his speed was too fast to catch up with Yang Zhen, but he couldn't even catch up with the two women.

Just as he was speechless, there was a sound of rattling and laughing, and a chicken, carrying a cat on its back, ran past him with a whoosh.

"I...you..."

Wulun Tianzun was dumbfounded.

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