Terrifying thunders fell from the sky and rumbled to the ground all over the mountains. The water monkeys had horrified looks on their faces. They kept kowtowing, their foreheads were blood red, their bodies were shaking, and they were mumbling something in their mouths.

Occasionally, there were those who looked up at the sky, but they were pressed to the ground by other elders, and their faces became even more panicked.

When Yang Zhen jumped up, he didn't know how many water monkeys had died.

Zhou Tong rushed out from the crowd, with a ridiculous look on his face, and shouted at Yang Zhen: "Boy, do you know what kind of heavenly punishment this is? You actually want to rush forward. You are simply courting death!"

Yang Zhen looked back at Zhou Tong without saying anything, but rose into the air step by step. The big sword in his hand emitted bursts of black light, and the evil shadow black glutton roared to the sky. After coming out, he glanced coldly at Zhou Tong and others. How domineering!

The leader of the Qinglian Sect and the others also sighed and said, "Boy, I don't understand what you are doing at this time. This is not your punishment, so there is no need to risk your life for it."

At this time, more and more monks in the crowd noticed Yang Zhen's actions. Naturally, not everyone was worried or felt sorry for Yang Zhen. Among the many monks, there were quite a few black-clothed monks with fanatical looks on their faces. They looked at Yang Zhen eagerly, as if a strong aura was burning on Yang Zhen's body, and they even had a bit of reverence for him.

Yang Zhen glanced at the leader of the Qinglian Sect, grinned, and said, "These water monkeys shouldn't have died at this time."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, even those black-clothed men looked at Yang Zhen with a dazed look on their faces.

"What...what does this mean?"

Zhou Tong's face flashed with a look of doubt and uncertainty. Then he let out a strange cry, widened his eyes and said, "You want to save these beasts?"

Yang Zhen was shocked, and he looked at Zhou Tong calmly, then smiled and said, "Zhou Tong, from now on, you and I will no longer have any relationship. The master-disciple thing was just a joke after all."

Zhou Tong was stunned, as if he didn't expect why Yang Zhen would say such a thing. The look of surprise and doubt on his face not only did not ease, but became even more intense.

The leader of the Qinglian Sect seemed to be thinking about something, and said with a wry smile: "Young friend Yang, why are you doing this? All living things in the world have their own way, and life and death are determined by fate. How can you change it alone?"

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "We can't just watch them die in vain. Whether they are water monkeys or animals, they are still living beings."

After hearing this, tens of thousands of cultivators fell silent, looking at Yang Zhen in confusion and absurdity, as if they were looking at a fool.

What monkeys or beasts? These water monkeys have not even opened their spiritual intelligence, and are not even as good as those monsters. Aren't they beasts? At this time, those people who defied the heavens all frowned and looked at Yang Zhen in confusion. The enthusiasm on their faces gradually dissipated, leaving only doubts and confusion.

More often than not, they looked at Yang Zhen as if he were a fool.

Shi Feifei stared at Yang Zhen blankly. Perhaps among the many cultivators present, she was the only one who understood Yang Zhen’s mood at the moment best.

The strong prey on the weak. This has been the eternal truth in the world of cultivation, the world of the Great Wilderness, or even the world of the Savage Wilderness. There are countless creatures in the world. Under the mighty power of heaven, how many creatures die every day? How many people can decide for themselves about birth, aging, sickness, and death? If they can decide for themselves, why do all the cultivators in the world have to pursue the Way of Heaven tirelessly? There has never been any reason in this world.

Yang Zhen said that these water monkeys should not die now, but when is the right time to die? Everyone was puzzled, and Shi Feifei was also puzzled.

This is a catastrophe, at least for the water monkey population. It is a catastrophe. I don’t know how many water monkeys can survive this heavenly punishment.

This is also the cycle of cause and effect, retribution from heaven, it has always been like this.

Everyone understands the truth, but how many people really understand it? Besides, Yang Zhen had already taken a deep breath, turned around, and leaped forward, rushing madly towards the robbery cloud in the air.

Shi Feifei opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She really wanted to tell Yang Zhen that this trip would most likely anger heaven and earth and she would die here.

She really wanted to tell Yang Zhen that there was no need to feel guilty about the disaster brought to the water monkey race by eating the source of cause and effect. This has always been the case in the world, and there was no telling how many such things would happen.

It happened today, and it will happen tomorrow and in the future. The world is so big that no one knows when and where this kind of thing will happen.

What could Yang Zhen do alone? More importantly, even Dao Mo and Jian Mo would not dare to touch this kind of heavenly punishment that destroyed the race. After Yang Zhen entered, he would definitely die.

Yang Zhen still wanted to do something he knew would lead to his death. Could this madman be a possessed bastard?

In the crowd, Dao Mo and Jian Mo looked at each other and grinned at the same time.

The Taoist demon laughed loudly, his eyes full of blazing flames. He looked at the earth-shaking extermination punishment in the air and said, "I actually saw the shadow of that madman in this kid."

The Sword Demon also grinned and said, "Compared to that person, he may be a little worse. After all, he also has his reasons. That madman never cares about right or wrong."

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"How long do you think he can last?" Dao Mo looked at Yang Zhen with interest and said.

The Sword Demon shook his head, sat on the ground and said boredly: "Compared to this, I am more curious about what happened here. Why did we suddenly appear here? Is the legendary void transfer really true?"

Hearing this, Dao Mo's face flashed with surprise. He stared at Jian Mo for a long time and laughed, "This matter, I can't explain, but I don't know why, I feel that the aura of Yang kid is rising steadily at this moment. Maybe this is a rare good fortune for him."

"Is it a fate of inevitable death?" The Sword Demon curled his lips and didn't take it seriously, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Zhen.

Under the genocidal punishment, Yang Zhen took a deep breath, raised his head and grinned, shouldered the Great Sword, and muttered to himself: "Old buddy, we meet again, but this time, you are not targeting this slutty saint, but... this slutty saint, I have to pretend!"

“Come on!”

With a roar that shook the earth, Yang Zhen, holding a sword, accompanied by the evil shadow and the black tiger, rushed into the genocide punishment.

Rumble, the horrifying roars of heaven and earth continued. As the wind and clouds of heaven and earth changed drastically, the whole world was filled with a murderous aura, which made everyone shudder and their faces were filled with horror.

Many cultivators retreated together, fearing that they would be affected, but their eyes were reluctant to leave Yang Zhen's sight.

The water monkeys all over the mountains stared at Yang Zhen blankly, then all crawled on the ground, muttering something in their mouths, but no one knew what they were saying.

One man, one sword, one world, the entire population of water monkeys, this time they all worship Yang Zhen! (End of this chapter)