"How is it possible? Qiongqi Tianxu is a primate. The ancient holy spirit is second only to humans in spirituality. Its power is obvious to all. How can it be compared to something that doesn't seem to have any spirituality?"

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in confusion. Even Qing Guan and Sheng Quan looked at each other, shook their heads, and said, "Yang Zhen is undoubtedly a genius blessed by nature. But such a genius has always been proud and complacent. It's really a pity."

"Obviously, after defeating a Qionglong, Yang Zhen began to become overconfident!" Qing Guan sighed and said, "I hope that Saint Qingluan will not be too shocked by this. After all, we are still allies now!"

Master Shengquan nodded and was about to speak when Heiqiu suddenly burst into laughter and waved his hands suddenly. A violent wave of blood rushed towards the two dragons!

"Boy, you are overestimating yourself. Although your current strength has indeed surprised me, you can only protect two women. Now you are greedy and want to protect the Saint Qingluan, leaving behind such an incongruous phantom. Then I will let you know what it means to bring disaster upon yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a horrifying wave of blood gathered on the two horned dragons. The two horned dragons seemed to come alive, roaring loudly and lifelike. Their scarlet eyes showed bursts of cruelty, and they opened their mouths to spit out two streams of violent energy towards Yang Zhen.

Mei Xiang also laughed loudly, stretched out his hand and slapped his chest heavily, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out. The violent giant bird that covered the sky became even more crazy, roared, and rushed down madly from mid-air.

Such a terrifying posture, even a small mountain could not withstand such a terrifying aura of destruction. Everyone who saw it was terrified and immediately had a deeper understanding of the strength of the Black Lotus Holy Land.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen with fear on their faces, but the next moment, everyone's eyes almost popped out.

Yang Zhen was holding a large palm-leaf fan, fanning himself while flipping the skewers. The terrifying holy light of slashing in the air was actually sweeping towards the barbecue grill slowly in an incredible state.

Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed in shock, and even forgot the death shock that Yang Zhen was going to face.

Yang Zhen can actually draw upon the Holy Light of Killing?

How is this possible?

Everyone had a look of horror on their face, and as they looked at each other, they all felt that it was ridiculous.

At this moment, there was a deafening roar that shook the earth. The sky and the earth roared and turned white. Everyone was so scared that they quickly closed their eyes.

Boom! A terrifying roar that seemed to destroy the world was heard, the heaven and earth were shaking, and there were roars mixed with a tooth-grinding aura of destruction. The sound of swords clashed, as if thousands of warriors were fighting madly.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they saw a mess in front of them. Where was the trace of the dragon or the giant bird?

Destroyed? What kind of cannon is this?

The second battalion commander's Italian cannon!

"No, that's impossible, what is this?"

An absurd look flashed across Hei Qiu's face. He was full of confidence and wanted to help Saint Black Lotus perfect her Taoism, and teach Saint Blue Luan a lesson at the same time. Who could have thought that things would turn out like this?

As for killing Yang Zhen, is that even a big deal? For two half-step great saints, killing a ninth-level Celestial Stage cultivator is as easy as eating and defecating.

What no one expected was that Heiqiu and Meixiang, who were full of confidence, actually suffered from constipation!

A strange fragrance wafted in the air. All the stunned monks took a deep breath at the same time, with looks of surprise on their faces.

"This... There is actually such a delicious food in the world. What the hell have I been eating all these years?"

"This spicy and fragrant feeling is the New Orleans-style skewers. That's right, it must be New Orleans-style skewers!" The mean cat jumped up and down excitedly and screamed, "Boy, remember to throw some to me when it's cooked. No, throw a lot!"

After hearing what Jianmao said, everyone swallowed their saliva. However, what shocked everyone even more was that the holy light in the air was not just an illusion. It was indeed attracted by Yang Zhen's barbecue grill and slowly condensed to form a vortex of colorful light that lingered around Yang Zhen.

"Oh no! Yang Zhen is actually trying to destroy the Holy Light of Slashing Dao. Everyone listen up. Join me in killing him, no matter the cost!"

Hei Qiu roared and gave orders to the people of the Black Lotus Holy Land! Boom boom boom! Waves of violent aura rushed into the holy light of Zhan Dao, and everyone exclaimed in surprise.

“How shameless! The Black Lotus Holy Land is worthy of being called the Black Lotus Holy Land. They are so shameless that more than 20 Half-Step Great Saints are trying to kill Yang Zhen together. How shameless!”

"Shameless? I don't think it's shameless. Didn't you hear that Yang Zhen actually wanted to destroy the Holy Light of Slashing Dao!"

"What do you mean by destroying the Holy Light? That's just an excuse the Black Lotus Holy Land is making up!"

"It's over. There are more than a dozen half-step great saints. If they were outside the Holy Light of the Way of Slaying, Yang Zhen would have gotten up long ago. Even if they were inside the Holy Light of the Way of Slaying, Yang Zhen would not have been able to survive!"

Everyone was talking about it, and although they were cursing, they dared only speak out but not get angry. The other disciples of the Black Lotus Holy Land glared at them and were all silent.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

For a moment, countless people looked at Yang Zhen with a look of regret.

However, at this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly muttered to himself: "So that's it, this is the Holy Light of Slashing, the real Holy Light of Slashing!"

"Young Master Yang, be careful!"

A cry of surprise was heard, and the Holy Maiden Qingluan, with an anxious look on her face, spoke out to remind Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen seemed to have just noticed the Half-Step Great Saints everywhere. He said with a cry of "Oh!" "They are all here. It's so comfortable. You are happy, and I am happy too. Use whatever means you have. If this Sao Saint moves, I will lose!"

Hearing this, everyone thought that Yang was really scared!

There were more than a dozen half-step great saints. Even if they used the Dao intention to fight back, they could have killed Yang Zhen. But Yang Zhen actually said such a shameless thing. If you move, you lose? Do you really want to roast the meat?

A few cold snorts were heard, and when a dozen half-step great saints burst out with terrifying aura, the whole world seemed to change color, and the violent air waves squeezed away the holy light of the sword.

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, pointed behind Yang Zhen in mid-air, and muttered to himself: "What...what is that?"

"Oh my god, am I still asleep? How could there be so many shadow clones? How terrifying is Yang Zhen's spiritual power?"

"No, this is not a simple shadow clone. A shadow clone cannot emit such an aura!"

In the air, a mass of Yang Zhens appeared, all looking at the dozen or so Half-Step Great Saints rushing up with a half-smile! Hei Qiu suddenly felt that he had made a very wrong decision. In the situation where he could not use his true essence in the Holy Light of the Slashing Dao, this ghost place was like Yang Zhen's enlightenment. The one who benefited was not them, but Yang Zhen, who had been looked down upon by them! The Heavenly Dark God Cloud moved! (End of this chapter)