This was not the first time that Yang Zhen had entered this kind of world. In the past, it was always a world that was refined by powerful people using their magical powers. However, no matter how it was refined, whether it was separated from the main world to form a world of its own, or it was refined again based on the main world, there would always be the breath of no living creatures.

But in the vast world before him, Yang Zhen could not sense any breath of living creatures. This was a bit strange. Could this be an exiled world?

Yang Zhen walked alone in the world for a long time, passing by desolate mountains and wilderness, crossing rushing rivers, some clear and some turbid, but there was no sight of any living creature, not even a bug.

Until the tenth day, Yang Zhen felt a little irritable deep in his heart. What on earth caused such a world? The world became colder and colder. When Yang Zhen looked up, it was already a glacier. The world was white, and there were glaciers and rivers everywhere. In the silence, there was only Yang Zhen.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhen suddenly had an idea. Not far ahead, a ray of light came from the sky and landed on the glacier, illuminating the icebergs.

This ray of heavenly light was extremely pure, emitting extremely terrifying fluctuations of energy, a kind of power that Yang Zhen had never seen before.

Yang Zhen leaped towards the direction of the skylight and came to a huge mountain with clear and bright light.

Under the endless sky and earth, the huge mountains were unknown how high they were. Yang Zhen could feel waves of danger from them, which made Yang Zhen ecstatic.

Damn, danger was better than dead silence.

Just as Yang Zhen was walking closer to the danger with a curious look on his face, the iceberg suddenly emitted a bright light.

The sky is so vast, the earth is so big, and Yang Zhen is standing in front of the iceberg, looking as small as a speck of dust. When Yang Zhen put his forehead close to the iceberg, he saw at a glance that there was actually a person inside the iceberg.

This discovery almost made Yang Zhen cry out in surprise. He looked at the person who had been frozen in the deep iceberg for who knows how many years with a look of astonishment.

This is an old woman, with her back to Yang Zhen. Although her body is hunched, her skin is as smooth as ice and glows. She does not look old at all, but rather full of life.

Yang Zhenshen knocked on the ice, put his hand to his mouth, and shouted to the iceberg: "Hey, old woman, can you hear me?"

After shouting a few times, there was no movement from the people inside. It was obvious that they had been dead for a long time. Yang Zhen also could not sense any chance of life from this old woman.

Just when Yang Zhen was feeling a little disappointed, a sigh came faintly: "Young man, why are you here?"

Yang Zhen was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "I was sucked in by a whirlpool. Old woman, are you trapped in it?"

"Trapped in there?" The voice inside was intermittent and looming, which made Yang Zhen anxious: "Yes, I don't know how long I have been trapped in there, but what can I do if I get out? This road needs someone to guard it after all."

"This road?" Yang Zhen was stunned and asked in surprise: "Grandma, where is this place?"

The old woman's words were confusing. No matter how you looked at it, this place didn't look like a road. If it was a road, wouldn't anyone who walked into it be trapped inside? Just when Yang Zhen was puzzled, the old woman stopped talking. When Yang Zhen retracted his gaze and looked at the old woman trapped in the iceberg again, he was shocked to find that he could no longer see through the iceberg.

Although the iceberg is still the same iceberg, as transparent as ever, the figure of the mother-in-law is gone. But for some reason, Yang Zhen has a feeling that the mother-in-law has not left and is still there.

What a weird mother-in-law!

Yang Zhen muttered to himself and was about to leave. After taking a closer look at the surroundings, his eyes almost popped out.

"Eh? I guard my purgatory, and you believe in your gods. We should have lived in peace and contentment, but you were reborn after death. I didn't expect... that when you returned, you turned around and were already on the other side..."

A sobbing sound like a muttering was heard, and Yang Zhen felt creepy. He looked around and saw ice everywhere, and his heart sank.

"Damn it, mother-in-law, did you recognize the wrong person? I never believe in gods, and I have never died. Hey, did you make this ice?"

Yang Zhen looked at the ice around him speechlessly. It was still crackling and rushing towards him. He even had the urge to roll his eyes.

What kind of thing is this? Just because of curiosity, I came to talk to this old lady, and I was going to be buried alive in the iceberg? However, Yang Zhen had experienced many storms and waves, so how could he be trapped by the ice? He took out the Daque sword and chopped at the ice with all his strength.

"What kind of icebreaker is this? Even the Saint Soldiers can't cut it?"

Yang Zhen almost jumped up and cursed, patted the big sword and said: "Come out, see if you can break this thing?"

The evil shadow black glutton roared, and the black mist on the Daque sword disappeared.

Yang Zhen looked at the Big Sword in bewilderment. His expression was as strange as it could be. Could the Evil Shadow Black Tie actually be afraid sometimes? The next moment, Yang Zhen suddenly realized that it was not that the Evil Shadow Black Tower was afraid of the ice, but that it probably had no way to deal with the ice and did not want to come out and waste time.

Because of this delay, Yang Zhen was frozen by the ice in an extremely strange posture.

"Fuck you...at a critical moment, no one can be trusted!"

There were ten thousand alpacas running wildly through Yang Zhen's mind. Faced with this situation, he had no temper at all. God knew where these ice cubes came from. Now, he entered a lifeless world and was frozen into an ice block. This... he couldn't even squeeze out tears.

The next moment, Yang Zhen was completely stunned.

In front of Yang Zhen's eyes, there was a dark sky and earth, filled with fierce flames and demonic energy. Black light was burning the earth. To be precise, it seemed like a black flame that was burning fiercely in the air and fell to the ground, burning the endless earth into a scorch.

In the sky, endless thunderclouds were raging violently, but it was not the roar of a thunder dragon, but streaks of heavenly fire falling from the sky. In the endless waves of fire, human figures were emitting dazzling light, struggling desperately, roaring, and yelling at the sky.

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Who are these people?

Yang Zhen had never seen such a terrifying figure before. It seemed that he could destroy the world with just a wave of his hand, but under the scorching heat of heaven and earth, he fell into endless pain.

It was hard to tell what level of cultivation these figures had, but Yang Zhen was certain that he would have no chance of survival in their hands.

The terrifying roar was deafening, and the raging rage covered the sky, making Yang Zhen feel like he had nowhere to hide. Even in the ice, he was sweating profusely.

Yang Zhen didn't dare to stay in this environment any longer. After a long time, he might become as hysterical and crazy as those terrifying strong men above the sky.

Boom! A terrifying wave of fire burned on Yang Zhen's body. The faint white flame melted the ice. Although it was slow, it worked.

The fire of hell!

The companion heavenly fire in Yang Zhen's body was released by Yang Zhen without reservation.

This was not enough. At the same time, the Golden Lotus Sky Fire appeared above Yang Zhen’s head. The fiercely burning Golden Lotus Sky Fire burned everything. In almost an instant, Yang Zhen was able to breathe again.

A cry of surprise came from all directions, and Yang Zhen was shocked when he heard it: "Grandma, is that you?"

"Boy, leave here. This place does not belong to you. The gate of purgatory is about to open. It is about to open..."

The voice was intermittent, as if it came from the Netherworld Purgatory. Yang Zhen woke up suddenly with a ridiculous look on his face.

The sky and earth nearby were gray and gloomy. There was no ice at all, let alone an iceberg that was probably tens of thousands feet high.

Between heaven and earth, incomplete lines can be seen everywhere. Yang Zhen showed a look of shock on his face. These things are the lines of heaven and earth, and the lowest ones are also holy marks.

The world keeps changing, which one is the real heaven and earth?

(End of this chapter)