How powerful are the people in Sangong?

No one can truly touch the foundation of the Three Palaces, because the inheritance of the Three Palaces is too huge.

It has been passed down from ancient times to the present for so many years, and there are more than ten thousand disciples in the three palaces alone.

Among tens of thousands of disciples, how many have extraordinary talents?

It's easy to tell with your toes that such a sect should not be provoked.

Anyway, Yang Zhen had never seen such a huge sect.

Whether it is Maosheng Palace or Xishu Palace, they are both powerful enough to make everyone's scalp tingle.

Especially the Jianyang Palace among the three palaces, which was said to be a powerful place that once produced a great emperor. Yang Zhen was amazed when he heard it.

"How many sects like this were there in the Great Wilderness Era?"

Yang Zhen asked Zhou Tong curiously.

Zhou Tong thought for a moment and said solemnly: "Too many to count!"

"Digging grass, is that so scary?" Yang Zhen really didn't expect such an answer.

Zhou Tong curled his lips and said, "Since the end of the barbaric Dharma era, such sects have gradually declined. Until now, I am afraid that only the Sangong inheritance can still maintain such a heritage. The others have disappeared for a long time."

Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. There was still something to play with. What if a super sect like Sangong suddenly appeared like a frog after rain? Zhou Tong seemed to see what Yang Zhen was thinking. He curled his lips and said, "Boy, your talent is considered outstanding among the Sangongs. However, without the support of a big sect, your cultivation is really lacking. Many disciples of your age in the Sangongs have already reached the Great Saint realm."

Yang Zhen waved his hand. He was not too worried about this.

What's wrong with the Great Sage? Even if the Great Sage came, he would still pin them to the ground and rub them.

Yang Zhen is not the kind of person who has to look at other people's skills before fighting. Yang Zhen fights entirely based on his mood.

Seeing that Yang Zhen acted as if nothing had happened, Zhou Tong hesitated to speak. A hint of gloating flashed across his face, but it was so fleeting that Yang Zhen didn't even notice it.

"Boy, good luck to you!" Zhou Tong patted Yang Zhen's shoulder.

Yang Zhen looked at Zhou Tong in bewilderment and asked, "Will the people from the Third Palace definitely cause trouble for me?"

Zhou Tong nodded and said, "This is inevitable. Who made you beat me?"

Yang Zhen almost jumped up and yelled at Zhou Tong: "Damn it, did this slut win you and bring trouble to myself?"

Zhou Tong laughed like a 200-pound fat man, with a playful look on his face.

"Do you think the Three Palaces and Six Gates are the sects of those demonic flames outside?"

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment and said, "Since they will definitely cause trouble for me, I will have no choice but to do something about it."

Zhou Tong almost hit his head on the door frame.

…

The Great Wilderness Emperor Road exists in a desolate mountain in the northwest of the courtyard.

This place is sparsely populated, even ferocious beasts are unwilling to come.

Endless aura of chaos lingers around heaven and earth, and many cultivators will have their consciousness devoured, not to mention the dangers that may be encountered at any time and place.

The Great Wilderness Emperor Road is not the name of this area. The locals call this place that has been passed down from the wild times... the Land of Sacrifice! All things in the world offer sacrifices to the heavens. Although there is life in the desperate situation, it is not a one in a million chance.

It was not until two great emperors had walked out of here that it was called the Great Wilderness Emperor Road. Although it was a life-threatening situation here, if one could survive, one's understanding of the world would reach a level that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

The vastness of heaven and earth has become sorrowful many times, and countless dry bones have been buried. Even the former emperors have fallen in it, not to mention the countless great saints.

At the entrance to the Land of Sacrifice, a group of more than ten people exuding a terrifying aura stood quietly on a hilltop, looking at the misty and undulating dark red aura. The atmosphere was very solemn.

One of the women in red chuckled and said to the crowd, "You all seem very nervous."

A man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes raised his mouth and said, "Of course I am nervous. After all, this is the Great Wilderness Emperor Road, and it will be opened soon. In the next period of time, the Ji Jue Land will be the most lively place in the entire Central Courtyard and even the world of cultivation."

These people were none other than the descendants of the Three Palaces, especially the handsome man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, who was surrounded by dragon energy and had a faint aura of Ziwei.

The woman in red was not simple either. The aura on her body was looming. She was standing in front of everyone, but no one would notice her if she didn't make a sound.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, everyone's eyes were no longer focused on anything else, as if their entire minds were dragged towards her.

"Is there any place in this world that Jianyang Palace Yan Zixu is afraid of?"

Yan Zixu of Jianyang Palace.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Upon hearing this name, the other monks around the hilltop took a deep breath and their discussions became quieter.

Yan Zixu smiled, looked at the woman meaningfully, and said, "When a witch like you is here, what does Yan Zixu have to do with me?"

Shi Feifei laughed so hard that she rocked back and forth, and everyone around her was almost drooling.

Behind Yan Zixu, a sturdy man who tried hard not to look at Shi Feifei snorted and said, "I don't know when the people from the Six Gates will arrive. They are so slow."

Hearing this, more than ten people showed interested expressions on their faces.

Yan Zixu even smiled and said, "It is said that a disciple named Yang Zhen appeared in the Six Sects, and he actually defeated Elder Zhou Tong and became Elder Zhou Tong's master. What do you think about this matter?"

Shi Feifei's eyes flashed with a bright light, and she said, "I am very interested in this Yang Zhen, but Elder Tu Mieyang has already gone to Qinglian Sect with Dong Tianming and others. Dong Tianming should be the leader now. If that's the case, I'm a little disappointed."

Yan Zixu laughed and said to the shirtless muscular man beside him: "Dong Tianming is just so-so. If he is the leader, then it would be better for you to take over."

The burly man snorted coldly and said, "Are you serious about asking me to lead the people from the Six Gates, Junior Brother Yan?"

Everyone burst into laughter, with amusement looks on their faces.

"Junior Brother Lu Yan is naturally not interested in Dong Tianming, but... I heard that Yang Zhen has comprehended the Twelve Green Lotuses, so Junior Brother Lu Yan could learn from him."

Lu Yan grinned, and it was as if a stream of water flowed through his body. He said, "Senior Sister Feifei still understands me."

"Why don't you look at me straight in the eye?" Shi Feifei blinked at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan's hair stood up. He turned his head away quickly, his face flushed and he snorted coldly.

Yan Zixu waved his hand and said, "In consideration of the relationship between the sects, we can't be too ruthless. However, the people from the six sects will only become a burden if they follow us. After we get their leader, we will let them fend for themselves."

Everyone's eyes lit up and they all laughed.

"Hehe, this is a good idea, but can I take Yang Zhen with me? I heard that he has a very high talent. I am very curious, how talented can he be?"

"Who can stand you..." Lu Yan muttered.

(End of this chapter)