Yang Zhen blinked at Qi Yunling and said, "Anyway, you guys can do whatever you need to do and just pretend I don't exist. I just came here to see the world so that I won't be accused of sleeping too long and damaging my brain."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Qi Yunling pursed her lips and smiled, looked at Yang Zhen with interest and said: "Daoyou Tie Niu is really an interesting person."

Yang Zhen laughed loudly: "There are thousands of good-looking people, but I am the only one with an interesting soul, so Ling'er, you must seize the opportunity."

Qi Yunling paused, glared at Yang Zhen slightly, turned her head away without saying anything.

Bo Tai looked at him in bewilderment. He opened his mouth but could not utter a word. Finally, he snorted coldly and repeated Yang Zhen's words over and over again, as if he wanted to remember this famous saying.

There were so many people in Wuting Mountain that when the people from the Black Lotus Holy Land arrived, there was a commotion, but it soon quieted down and everyone stared at the misty air in a daze.

A group of people stretched their necks, like little birds waiting to be fed insects. Yang really wanted to laugh, but then he thought it was not the right occasion, so he coughed dryly and held it in.

At this moment, a sound like the cry of a crane suddenly came from the sky, loud and clear, penetrating the heaven and earth, and echoing throughout the Wuting Mountain.

Everyone's expressions were shocked and they looked towards the source of the sound, and immediately cried out in surprise.

In mid-air, a gigantic green bird appeared in everyone's sight. It stretched its neck and cried loudly, and then it spread its huge wings across the sky like a green phoenix. The terrifying air waves blew away the surrounding clouds, and the bird looked even more extraordinary as it rolled and tumbled.

Yang Zhen was stunned, with a look of doubt on his face, and he shouted: "Damn, such a big bird?"

Bo Tai next to him snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone: "You are surprised by what you have seen. This is a dark phoenix, a descendant of a blue phoenix, a holy spirit born of heaven and earth."

Dark Luan?

Yang Zhen was stunned. Is he a descendant of the ancient bloodline Qingluan?

It’s quite impressive, but I don’t know if this big bird is big enough for the Tianhu to eat in one meal.

Although Yang Zhen had never seen the Tianxun Hou eating, he always felt that the big bird in front of him might not be enough to fill the Tianxun Hou, so he immediately lost interest.

"It's them!" A look of surprise flashed across Qi Yunling's face, and she murmured to herself, "The Holy Lord said they might show up, and sure enough, they're here before the Samsara Bell even appeared."

Hearing this, Yang Zhen immediately became interested. It was obvious that Qi Yunling knew the identities of the people who came. He immediately asked, "Who are these people? Do they have any grudges against you?"

Qi Yunling laughed and said, "Aurora Holy Land has always been at peace with the world, how could it have so many enemies? In fact, Qingluan Sect and Aurora Holy Land not only have no hatred, but also have a very good relationship."

Yang Zhen suddenly realized. No wonder Qi Yunling looked a little happy. It turned out that the allies had arrived.

The Ming Luan was so huge that it blocked out the sun and the sky. The already gloomy sky suddenly became even grayer, causing everyone to exclaim in surprise.

After the people from the Black Lotus Holy Land saw Ming Luan, their faces looked a little bad. More than twenty half-step great saints all exuded waves of monstrous black energy, and the surrounding heaven and earth energy rushed towards them even more violently.

It was not until this moment that Yang Zhen suddenly realized that the Black Lotus Holy Land’s unpopularity was not groundless.

The vital energy of heaven and earth absorbed by these guys did not all enter their bodies, but instead condensed around them, as if they did not want to share it with everyone.

What a joke, with such a terrifying absorption of the vitality of heaven and earth, if it were all absorbed into the body, I am afraid that every one of the people in the Black Lotus Holy Land would explode and die.

But this behavior is too despicable, even more despicable than Yang Zhen's. It is obviously an act of occupying the toilet without doing anything. No wonder so many forces don't like the Black Lotus Holy Land. The behavior of this sect is simply to make enemies with the world.

It was unknown whether the Qingluan Sect intended to target the Black Lotus Holy Land, but the huge Mingluan landed next to the Black Lotus Holy Land with a bang. Suddenly, the Great Sage Qingguang appeared. Wherever the green light covered, the vitality of heaven and earth was as stable as a dog, and there was no sign of being forcibly plundered.

Hum! A cold snort was heard, and a half-step Great Sage in the Black Lotus Holy Land showed a trace of anger on his face. He walked out of the crowd and looked up at Ming Luan. Yang Zhen was afraid that this old guy would be eaten by Ming Luan as a bug.

Yang Zhen showed an interested look on his face, and hurriedly moved a bench to sit down. Before he could take out the melon seeds and peanuts, Qi Yunling shook his head and said, "It's impossible to fight."

"Why can't we fight?" Yang Zhen was stunned and asked in surprise.

They were so confrontational that they couldn't even fight. This was somewhat inconsistent with the style of the Great Wilderness Era.

Qi Yunling led everyone to walk towards the Qingluan Sect, saying as they walked: "Nowadays, almost all the major forces have some grievances. They gather together at this time to find the Samsara Bell, so it is almost impossible for them to fight each other."

Yang Zhen curled his lips, put away the bench reluctantly, followed Qi Yunling and others, and walked towards the Qingluan Sect.

At this moment, a sound of inhaling came from all directions, which made Yang Zhen's hair stand on end and his back feel cold.

Damn, the voices are so uniform. What kind of national fragrance and weather can make them so orderly?

"The Saintess of Qingluan!"

Qi Yunling suddenly exclaimed, and said with a look of joy: "I didn't expect that Saint Qingluan would come."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The Holy Maiden Qingluan?

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this. What a big name! He was actually called the Ancient Holy Spirit?

Following everyone's gaze, Yang Zhen's eyes suddenly widened.

A line of women came down from Mingluan's back. The one leading them had long black hair like a waterfall and wore green clothes like a phoenix. When her clothes fluttered in the wind, Yang Zhen felt like he was looking at a fairy.

As expected of the Saint Qingluan, the expression on her face carries a sacred feeling, especially Nana's figure, which is shone with a green light, making people dizzy.

What surprised Yang Zhen even more was that the Qingluan Saintess in front of him, although she was about the same age as him, had already reached the peak of a half-step great sage, as if she could attain enlightenment and break through to the sainthood at any time.

What an amazing woman! Yang Zhen took a breath. Whether in appearance or temperament, the woman in front of him was comparable to the young girl, and she was even more fairy-like than Han Yan'er.

Seeing the slow and gentle steps of the Saint Maiden Qingluan, the air around them seemed to condense. Yang Zhen seemed to hear a lot of slurping sounds around him. He immediately looked at her with contempt and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Bah! Have you never seen a woman?

Ah? Really unstable! Yang Zhen had a look of contempt on his face, his eyes watching the nose, his nose watching the heart, his heart watching the Saint Qingluan, walking behind Qi Yunling, like a simple and honest big brother next door who made people worry-free.

Botai's eyes widened and he almost bumped into Yang Zhen's back. Yang Zhen looked at him with disdain. He patted Botai on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you still need to practice."

"Practice? Practice what?" Bo Tai looked confused.

Yang Zhen gestured and said, "Wipe your saliva first."

Bo Tai's face changed drastically, and he wiped his face hastily. There was no saliva at all. He was furious and stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Asshole, are you kidding me?"

Yang Zhen waved his hands, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, his heart on the Saint Qingluan, and said like an old monk in meditation: "Sorry, I saw it wrong."

(End of this chapter)