Yang Zhen didn't understand the trap that Saint Tianxuan had set up for 30,000 years. He was just worrying about not being able to find a way to repay the favor, when suddenly this guy showed up. Who else could he deal with if not him?

Seeing Yang Zhen rushing up excitedly, everyone had a ridiculous look on their faces.

"Mad man, this Yang Zhen is simply a mad man."

The Great Elder murmured to himself. To be fair, when this bloody man appeared, the Great Elder, who was a great sage, felt a palpitation in his heart.

Fighting against such a person, even if he is just a bloody man and not a truly powerful person, is still terrifying.

After the overwhelming spiritual suppression disappeared, the first thing the Great Elder thought of was to leave here quickly, but he was not as quick and efficient as the Holy Son Yaoguang did.

Although the Holy Son Yaoguang finally came back, it was because the Great Elder and others planned to stay and see how terrifying this bloody man was.

If Yang Zhen was slapped to death by the bloody man, everyone would still have time to choose to leave. As long as the speed was fast enough, even if the bloody man was a great saint like the Saint Tianxuan, he would not be able to stop everyone in time.

The absurd expression on the Great Elder's face was so strong that it could hardly be erased. At the same time, he secretly admired Yang Zhen's recklessness.

There was such a person, and no one had figured out who he was, but Yang Zhen just rushed up like that.

Could it be that Yang Zhen was really a reckless bastard who offended everyone he met? But even if Yang Zhen offended everyone in the world, no one could imagine why Yang Zhen would offend such a person.

Perhaps, for someone like Yang Zhen, there is no need for a reason to offend such a person.

When the group of people thought of this, they were immediately astonished by Yang Zhen. At the same time, the title of a crazy fool was given to Yang Zhen.

Anyway, it’s not me who will die. Now that I can escape, I’ll see what Yang Zhen can do.

This is what everyone is thinking now.

It’s just... it’s a pity to have Saint Tianxuan’s ice coffin.

But there is no way around it. With the Three Lives Flower here and the bloody man's soul attached to it so terrifying, who can get the ice coffin of Saint Tianxuan?

And judging from the thoughts of Saint Tianxuan just now, she obviously knew everything that was said at this moment.

Under such circumstances, no one would dare to attack Saint Tianxuan.

Of course, except for that bastard Yang Zhen.

Seeing Yang Zhen carrying the big broken sword and rushing towards the bloody man, the bloody man seemed to be furious. He roared, his voice was like thunder, and his roar went straight to the sky: "You are looking for death!"

Boom! The terrifying bloody hand slapped Yang Zhen, and it seemed to be slapping Yang Zhen's body. The speed was too fast and no one could see it clearly.

With Yang Zhen's current strength, no matter how fast Blood Hand was, he couldn't let this calf hit him. Before he rushed forward, Yang Zhen had already placed the Daque sword across his heart.

An irresistible force came, followed by a dizzy feeling. Yang Zhen was shocked, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

This guy has great strength. If this slap hits the Great Elder, the old bones will probably fall apart. What can the Great Sage do? Under such tremendous strength, he can't use any means. What's more, the speed of this bloody hand is extremely fast, which makes people despair.

Seeing the force of this slap, the faces of the Great Elder and others changed wildly. It was obvious that they realized what Yang Zhen realized.

This is no longer the terrifying power of the sanctified body. Yang Zhen's sanctified body was still slapped away by a slap. Yang Zhen, who was staggering in the air, had just stabilized his body when the bloody hand suddenly swelled up in the wind. A terrifying wave of blood came over and swept Yang Zhen up.

After reading this, Yang Zhen suddenly felt like he was going to die. He could hear the crackling sound of bones popping in his body, which made his teeth ache.

Saint Tianxuan has fallen silent and has not tried to help Yang Zhen. Obviously, judging from her tone just now, if Saint Tianxuan could help, she would certainly not sit idly by.

There is only one possibility, that Saint Tianxuan cannot take any action at this time.

The bloody man snorted coldly, and a visible ripple of power rushed towards Yang Zhen along the bloody hand that was swollen by the wind.

If this ripple of power hits Yang Zhen, even if Yang Zhen doesn't die, he will definitely lose half of his life.

At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly roared, and Qiongqi Tianxu behind him roared towards the sky, biting the bloody hand heavily, shattering the ripples of power, and the entire Qiongqi Tianxu exploded into countless pieces.

The phantom shattered, and Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, but an almost hideous smile appeared on his face.

"Break it for this slutty saint!"

A roar was heard, and the blood in Yang Zhen's body also burst out. Waves of terrifying blood burst out from Yang Zhen's body, and the seeds of the blood of heaven and earth took root and sprouted, turning into a raging blood wave.

Boom! A muffled sound was heard, and the huge bloody hand was actually burst by Yang Zhen!

Boom! Yang Zhen fell to the ground, creating a huge deep pit in the ground, and there was no breath left.

Everyone was shocked, especially the monks with lower cultivation levels, who all rushed outside, tumbling and crawling.

The Saint Son Yaoguang's face changed and he rushed out again with a whoosh.

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I don’t know if it was because he heard no movement inside for a long time, and the Great Elder and others hadn’t come out yet, but Son Yaoguang came back again.

Even though Saint Yaoguang was thick-skinned enough, after being the first to run out twice in a row, his face turned red and he said awkwardly, "Still... I can still come in and out freely."

The great elder turned his gaze towards the bloody man.

Yang Zhen seemed to be dead. The bloody man let out a light exclamation, as if he was a little surprised. His two empty eye sockets looked deeply at the direction where Yang Zhen landed. He roared angrily and raised his hands to the sky. The air suddenly became brightly lit. Under the thunder, a loud singing of the Heavenly Dao suddenly appeared, deafening and shocking everyone's soul.

"What is he going to do?" Elder Jian had a look of doubt on his face: "Could it be..."

"He wants to condense the Heavenly Soul!" the Great Elder said in a deep voice.

"Condensing the Heavenly Soul, is he crazy?" The master of Saint Qingquan exclaimed, looking at the bloody man in the air in disbelief.

The Great Elder shook his head and said, "What a madman! He was able to come up with this method. He is really a madman."

"What's going on?" Elder Jian looked at the bloody man in the air in doubt and asked in surprise.

The elder pondered for a moment and said, "When the Sansheng flower bloomed, Saint Tianxuan set up a plan for ten thousand years, hoping to gather someone's soul, but was secretly used by the blood man in front of him, breaking the Sanhua Saint's soul gathering plan and then using the power of blood to gather the heavenly soul. In this way, no matter whether Saint Tianxuan succeeds or not, the blood man will be the one who benefits in the end!"

"Why?" The third elder had a strange look on his face.

If Saint Tianxuan succeeds, then what will be condensed should be that person's soul...

Thinking of this, the look of surprise on the Third Elder's face became even stranger.

The great elder sneered and said, "To condense the Heavenly Soul, this kind of thing has only been done successfully by that madman throughout history. However, when he was condensing the Earthly Soul, he suffered a series of heavenly tribulations, and finally died of exhaustion after enduring 360 heavenly tribulations. He survived a narrow escape to condense the Heavenly Soul and fought against the Heaven for his life. This bloody man is very calculating. By subtly replacing the original with the new one, the one who is fighting against the Heaven for his life is not him, but Saint Tianxuan or the person whose soul Saint Tianxuan wants to condense!"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Who is this person? Just as everyone was in doubt, a sound that might have been someone stretching came from underground. The bastard Yang Zhen, dragging the big sword, crawled out step by step.

"After a long time, I finally figured out what you want to do. But you, a half-human, half-ghost fellow, why are you making things so complicated? Don't you know that my logical thinking ability is a little poor? Relatively speaking, I prefer something more direct, such as... chopping you to death!"

Ahhh, I'm so busy. Sorry, Nanfeng will update more often when he has time.

(End of this chapter)