The young female disciple's face was pale, forming a sharp contrast with Yang Zhen. After hearing Bai Xinsi's words, she shuddered all over and said horribly, "He...he wouldn't eat the Holy Son of Yaoguang, right?"

Bai Xinsi was stunned, and said hurriedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by eating the Holy Son of Yaoguang?"

After hearing this, the young female disciple and the group of people around her breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Yang Zhen was not really a cannibal? Bai Xinsi's words came faintly: "Even if Yang Zhen wanted to eat, Senior Diao would not agree."

For some reason, after hearing what Bai Xinsi said, everyone felt a chill on their backs, and some even broke out in cold sweats, fearing that Yang Zhen would really pounce on and bite Saint Yaoguang.

“Stop… stop!”

An absurd look flashed across Diao Wutian's face, and it took him a long time to react.

When this roar came out and pierced through the universe, there was no intact place on the body of Holy Son Yaoguang.

The villain in Yang Zhen's heart completely tore the Holy Son Yaoguang apart.

Although he was a little tired, he felt really comfortable. Yang really wanted to laugh out loud, but he thought it was not appropriate now and the environment did not allow it, so he held it back.

Seeing Diao Wutian rushing towards him without any respect at all, Yang Zhen was shocked and hurriedly threw the Yaoguang Holy Land away and returned it to Diao Wutian.

Otherwise, why do we have to keep a low profile this time? Now, we have beaten up the Holy Son of Yaoguang, which is great, but what should we do next? Looking at the old man, he is obviously furious.

What would happen if he angered a great sage? Yang Zhen knew without thinking that he would have to fight desperately again this time.

"Yaoguang, Yaoguang, are you okay?"

There was a look of surprise and doubt on Diao Wutian's face. He waved his hand to let a group of saint-level warriors surround Yang Zhen, then he took out a dozen medicine bottles from his arms and stuffed all the pills inside into the mouth of Saint Yaoguang.

Perhaps he was too worried about the life safety of Saint Yaoguang, Diao Wutian didn't even know what the elixir was. Yang Zhen saw clearly that there was a yang-boosting and life-enhancing elixir in it. He could guess what it was used for with just his toes.

Sure enough, after Yaoguang woke up, he immediately curled up into a ball with his hands on his head, mumbling something inaudible.

After seeing clearly that it was Diao Wutian next to him, Saint Yaoguang's face turned red, and he stared at Yang Zhen and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill him, kill him for me, no, don't kill him, I want to kill him with my own hands!"

There were waves of heart-wrenching cries, and everyone felt sympathetic after hearing them. This person must have been beaten so badly, and there was so much hatred, that they wanted to kill him and at the same time didn't want to.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang is a powerful saint, and the strongest among the strong saints. Such a person could not do anything to Yang Zhen, and was beaten black and blue by Yang Zhen. The other powerful saints of the Holy Land of Yaoguang dared not to act rashly, and could only surround him. Anyway, as long as Yang Zhen could not run away, their mission was accomplished.

He is not the nephew of the seventh aunt. It would be shameful for everyone if Saint Yaoguang was beaten, but who would be willing to risk their life to fight Yang Zhen in such a life-threatening situation?

A group of powerful saints looked at each other, and no one was willing to make the first move.

Diao Wutian snorted coldly, let go of Saint Yaoguang, and walked towards Yang Zhen step by step.

At this time, an old man with a hunched figure stopped Diao Wutian and said in a cold voice: "Elder Diao, I can kill such a wicked boy by myself. Go and check Yaoguang's injuries first and try not to leave any sequelae."

Hearing the words of the hunchbacked old man, Diao Wutian's expression turned cold, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "Elder Gui is thoughtful. I want this boy's soul!"

Elder Gui showed a sinister smile on his face, nodded and said: "The soul is easy to talk about, I will get it for you right away!"

Yang Zhen was not intimidated. He glanced at Hua Youyue, Han Yan'er and others beside Mei Wuhua, took a deep breath, carried the Great Sword on his shoulder, waved at Elder Gui, and said, "Elder Gui, right? I wonder what your famous martial arts is? Is it the Kamehameha?"

"What Kamehameha?" Elder Gui snorted coldly and said, "Nonsense, kid, do you have anything else to say before you die?"

Yang Zhen shook his head and said seriously: "No more, come on, so as not to waste time."

"What an arrogant boy! Do you know who you are facing?" Elder Gui obviously did not expect that Yang Zhen would still look fearless when facing the real Great Sage.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, pointing at another old man next to Diao Wutian, and said, "Old man, don't just stand there and watch. I might be able to kill a Great Sage. You should all come together."

The other old man was dozing with his eyes closed. After hearing Yang Zhen's words, he suddenly opened his eyes, pointed at his nose and asked in confusion: "Boy, are you talking to me?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, I'm in a hurry, you should go together."

The old man laughed loudly, and a huge wave of energy suddenly burst out from his body. He walked towards Yang Zhen step by step.

For some reason, as the old man walked towards him step by step, Yang Zhen suddenly had an illusion, as if the whole world was following the old man's steps and pressing down on him.

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This feeling was a bit terrifying. Yang Zhen's soul seemed to be trembling, as if he was facing a natural enemy. Yang Zhen hadn't felt that kind of powerlessness for a long time.

The old man laughed as he walked, looking at Yang Zhen with a playful expression and said, "I have wanted to take action for a long time, but I feel a little embarrassed. After all, I cannot take advantage of my age and bully others. You said you took action, and it has nothing to do with me. Even if you want to provoke me and want me to rely on my status to not take action against you, you are wrong."

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Zhen's heart sank.

Damn it, although Yang Zhen had no intention of provoking the old man, from his words and the tone of the old man's voice, it was not difficult for Yang Zhen to judge that this old man was the real tough guy.

This old man seems to be unconstrained by any rules or regulations. He does whatever he wants. Such a maverick guy is the most difficult to deal with.

It’s over. Am I going to die here today?

Yang Zhen looked up at the Nine Realms Linglong Tower in the air, which was still emitting colorful light and echoing the violent thunder in the air. He exhaled heavily, put away the Great Sword, smiled at the two great saints, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself: "Desolate Heaven Sacrifice!"

Boom! The violent energy of heaven and earth poured in from the entire Qianyuan Ridge. Even the energy of the heavenly punishment in the air was absorbed by Yang Zhen.

Facing the two great saints, Yang Zhen was really determined to die this time.

This is nonsense. Even if Yang really wants to survive, it is probably impossible.

I just don't know if this bastard Jianmao has the means to bring the dead back to life, or if he can use lotus roots to refine a Taoist body like little Nezha did?

One man with two fists, fighting against two great saints!

(End of this chapter)