The man in black was overjoyed and nodded quickly, then said with a bitter face: "Young man, my... spiritual space is still sealed."

Oh, Yang Zhen forgot about this.

With Yang Zhen's understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth, he sealed the black-clothed man's spiritual space. Without the strength of an emperor, there was no way to break through.

This is also the reason why Yang Zhen was confident in letting the man in black get so close.

After hearing what the man in black said, Yang Zhen thought for a moment, then reached into his clothes and rubbed it.

The mud cannot be rubbed off, Yang Zhen is a relatively clean person.

It's still possible to just make a small pepper that explodes and points to the sky.

Yang Zhen put some small chili peppers in his storage ring to make cumin chili sauce. No one on the blue planet dared to swallow one of these chili peppers. It was so damn spicy that people nicknamed it "spicy enough to pierce the intestines."

After getting five of them, Yang Zhen used the Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire to dry them and rubbed them into powder. He then coated them with a layer of white sugar and threw them to the man in black, saying, "Eat this!"

The black-clothed man's face changed drastically, staring at the spicy sausage in his hand, his face full of distress. Seeing Yang Zhen's eyes glaring at him, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and swallowed it in one gulp. Immediately, his eyes lit up.

"It's... quite sweet." The man in black said with a timid smile.

Yang Zhen glanced at the man in black and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter, but poison tastes sweet. Do you know what I gave you to eat?"

The man in black showed a look of despair and asked, "I know this pill is not simple, but I don't know what it is called or what its toxic effects are."

Yang Zhen nodded, patted the man in black, and happily released his spiritual space. After a while, seeing that the man in black really didn't move, he said, "This elixir can only be refined by this saucy saint myself. It's called... Smiling Half Step Madness. In a short while, you will feel a burning sensation in your abdomen, followed by intestinal cramps, and then... you will bleed to death from your rear palace."

Hanxiao Banbudian! What a high-sounding name, it sounds amazing.

It was fine at first, but my stomach felt like it was on fire. This is also the case when practicing many exercises. It is acceptable. What kind of pain is intestinal colic?

I guess it's a kind of intestinal pain, a bit uncomfortable, but... for a cultivator who can cultivate to this level of strength, who can't endure a little pain?

But when he heard that Hou Ting had died of violent bleeding, the man in black's face changed drastically and cold sweat dripped down his face. He didn't know whether it was because the spicy food melted his intestines or because he was scared.

But... just imagine if the poison suddenly exploded while you were flying in the air, and blood from your anus spurted out all over the sky, that would be... so embarrassing, and it would be embarrassing even if you died, so it would be better to just die quickly.

Damn it, this bastard is so vicious and vicious, almost like the evil cultivator in the legend.

When a heaven-defying cultivator meets an evil cultivator, is this the result?

Seeing the shock and despair on the black-clothed man's face, Yang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This Sao Saint is not someone who kills so easily. It's a sin, but as long as you cooperate with this Sao Saint, it won't be a big deal to give you freedom. After all, we have no grudges, we just have different positions, right?"

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, the man in black was so moved that he almost knelt down. He nodded and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, there is no grudge or hatred. The young man and I just have different positions. Different positions... What do you want to know?"

Yang Zhen nodded, put his hand on the black-clothed man's shoulder, and said, "Relax now and try to practice the technique you practiced. Let me see."

This is easy. The man in black breathed a sigh of relief and began to practice the internal skills.

Anyway, even the martial arts and skills were given to Yang Zhen, and the thing that the heaven-defying cultivators cared least about was the reverse cultivation techniques. This thing was simply heresy in the eyes of other cultivators, and they would not practice it even if they were given it for free.

It's rare that Yang Zhen is interested in this aspect. Once he practices, won't they be on the same side?

Thinking of this, the man in black worked even more diligently, and there was even a hint of showmanship in his movements.

The more Yang Zhen looked at it, the more surprised he was. No wonder those who went against the will of heaven were called reverse cultivators. This was simply competing with the power of heaven.

But the reverse cultivation method is different. It is simply plundering, plundering the power of heaven and earth, storing it in the body, and using it to increase strength.

Yang Zhen's eyes grew wider and wider. If they practiced like this, it would be strange if the world could tolerate these bastards. In fact, this could not be considered as something that the world could not tolerate.

To put it simply, the most obvious difference between a cultivator who follows the will of heaven and one who goes against it is that in a stormy, rainstormy, and thundering weather, the cultivation of a cultivator who follows the will of heaven is equivalent to cultivation in a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain, progressing step by step.

The heaven-defying monks were much more direct. They wore metal clothes, held metal swords, ran to the top of the mountain and said to the heaven: "Bah, you thief heaven, I just want to plunder your power, come and chop me if you dare."

With such immature behavior, it would be strange if God didn't strike you down.

Damn, Yang Zhen almost laughed out loud when he saw this.

Those who follow the will of heaven will have to endure tribulations and eventually be struck by lightning. But you guys, specifically go to the top of the mountain on a rainy day to poke the lightning with your sword?

Is this the reverse cultivation?

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment, looking confused, and then shifted his gaze to the body of the man in black.

When he saw this, Yang Zhen was really shocked.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

No wonder these men in black, even though they made a final breakthrough, were still far inferior to the likes of Sword Demon and Taoist Demon in terms of energy.

Their bodies must have been riddled with holes a long time ago, but they still dared to continue practicing with such physical fitness. Yang Zhen admired them very much.

The man in black looked at Yang Zhen with a bewildered look on his face as his expression began to change erratically. He didn't dare to say anything, let alone open his mouth.

Who knows where Yang Zhen came from and how he cultivated? He was just a saint, but he was defeated by those giant door-panel swords and couldn't even raise his head.

However, there was still some unconvinced look on the face of the man in black.

Yang Zhen saw the thoughts on the black-clothed man's face and asked, "Why, are you a little unconvinced?"

The man in black nodded helplessly and said, "I haven't even used one-fifth of my strength."

After saying this, the man in black looked as if he was afraid that Yang Zhen would not believe him, but he did not expect Yang Zhen to nod and say, "This is indeed a pity."

The reason why Yang Zhen said this was because what the man in black said was absolutely correct.

In a sense, the man in black did not display his true strength. Although one-fifth was a bit exaggerated, it was not impossible for him to kill Yang Zhen. It was even possible that he could kill a truly powerful man like the Sword Demon with one blow.

It is true that the cultivation of those who go against the will of heaven is more complicated, but once they fight with all their might, their explosive power is also terrifying.

Because they are different from people like Yang Zhen. They can use some method to directly release all the strength in their bodies.

It is equivalent to... a direct explosion of the power of a heavenly calamity. Moreover, it is not the kind of heavenly calamity where thunder strikes one at a time, but a direct explosion of all the power.

This... is a bit scary to think about.

Yang Zhen pondered for a moment, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. Is there any room for maneuver here?

Damn, if this really succeeds, I will be the best person in history.

(End of this chapter)