Sure enough, it was a senior whom Yang Zhen had offended!

Hearing the words of the man in the sea of ​​blood, everyone in Shangyuan Sect was startled, with looks of horror and worry on their faces.

"What should I do? It turned out that Uncle Yang Zhen was the one who caused the trouble. With such a powerful senior, after Uncle Yang Zhen comes back, will he..."

"Master, let's fight him. We're all going to die anyway. If we die, Uncle Yang Zhen will definitely avenge us."

"Yes, Sect Master, if Junior Brother Yang Zhen comes back, he might die with us. That death would be so meaningless!"

"This senior is so arrogant. Junior Master Yang Zhen is not someone who is afraid of others. He can do anything. Since this senior is so powerful, why doesn't he go directly to Junior Master Yang Zhen instead of making things difficult for us?"

"Eh? Junior Sister, what you said seems to make sense."

"That's right!" The little sister snorted. The boss looked down on the people in the sea of ​​blood.

Gou Shengtian on the side snorted coldly and said, "What do you know? The senior in front of you is at least a Great Saint, maybe even a Saint. What is Yang Zhen's current cultivation level? At most, he is at the Saint level, no higher. How can he be his opponent?"

Hearing this, everyone shuddered and looked at the terrifying blood sea clouds in the sky with horror and horror.

Among the many disciples present, there was not even one who had reached the Saint Realm, and there were even beginners in the Nascent Soul Stage. How could they understand the terror of a Saint Venerable? The little sister had a dazed look on her face, and asked the True Man Chang Yue beside her: "Grand Master, what is the level of cultivation above Saint Venerable?"

Chang Yue Zhenren showed a forced smile on his face and explained, "Above the Saint Venerable is the Emperor Realm. I heard that now that the Great Wilderness has been opened, there are already Emperor Realm experts appearing. But... Emperor Realm experts are legendary experts. How can there be so many of them?"

"Is that so? Then Junior Master Yang Zhen... might be a powerful emperor!"

Looking at the little junior sister who was like a fangirl in front of them, everyone shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

How could it be possible for a powerful emperor?

"No!" Gou Shengtian showed a solemn look on his face, and said: "Although the Saint Venerable Realm is powerful, there is another realm above the Saint Venerable that is not the Emperor Realm, and it is unknown to the public!"

The little sister's eyes suddenly widened, and she asked excitedly, "Second Grand Master, what is the realm above Saint Venerable called?"

"The finishing touch!" Gou Shengtian said in a deep voice.

"The finishing touch?" A strange look flashed in the little sister's eyes. She shook her head and said, "What an ugly name. Little Master Uncle is not at the level of the finishing touch. He is an emperor, a great emperor, and he will soon come to save us on a colorful thundercloud."

There's no hope! The surrounding disciples looked confused and stared at the little apprentice sister blankly.

At this time, the sound in the sea of ​​blood disappeared again, and only the horrifying sea of ​​blood covered the Baiyun Mountain. What a spectacular and terrifying scene, like a celestial phenomenon, which made people terrified.

Within five days, the entire Youzhou Continent had known about this incident. Shangyuan Sect in Baiyun Mountain was shrouded in a sea of ​​blood by a senior who was so powerful that no one knew what realm he was in. No one was allowed to enter or leave.

Many people were speculating about what powerful figure Shangyuan Sect had offended to be besieged to such an extent.

Even those forces in the Great Wilderness that have only recently emerged were quite wary of them. They searched all other places, but did not go to Shangyuan Sect.

As a result, the legends about Shangyuan Sect in the chaotic Youzhou continent became even more bizarre.

Some people say that Shangyuan Sect is finished. In the middle of the night, you can hear the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. If you get close, you will feel creepy.

Shangyuan Sect has become a Shura field, an abyss of hell connected to the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

It is located in the mountains far away from Shangyuan Sect, on the edge of Youzhou Continent. It is relatively better here, but the news has already been passed on.

Many people in the teahouse were discussing this matter.

"What? It has come to this. Yesterday they said only a few people died, but in the middle of the night you could still hear ghosts howling."

"That was yesterday. You haven't seen such a horrific scene. The sea of ​​blood directly covered Baiyun Mountain. The entire mountain was gone!"

…

Everyone in the teahouse widened their eyes and sighed.

"Now the situation has become so chaotic. Shangyuan Sect is not the only sect that has suffered. The surrounding forces have all been destroyed by the powerful people of the Great Wilderness. Those that have not been destroyed have become vassals!"

No one noticed that a table in the teahouse had turned into powder.

It was not until the man and the woman quietly disappeared into the teahouse that the table suddenly turned into powder and fell to the ground.

Everyone exclaimed, looking at such a weird scene in disbelief, and remained silent, no one dared to talk nonsense anymore.

In mid-air, Han Yan'er had a worried look on her face. After hesitating for a moment, she took Yang Zhen's hand and said, "Don't get excited!"

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Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I'm not excited. I never get excited. If Shangyuan Sect is gone, this world... doesn't need to exist anymore!"

"Yang Zhen!" Han Yan'er showed a solemn look on her face and said, "You must keep your original intention!"

It is hard to imagine how horrible Yang Zhen would become if he was stimulated if Shangyuan Sect really turned into a hell on earth as everyone said.

The whole world is no longer necessary? Others would sneer at this, but for some reason, Han Yan'er felt a chill down her spine.

A thousand miles was only a moment's journey, and Yang Zhen merely took Han Yan'er to rest for a while, inquired for some information in the teahouse, and ate something.

Now, in such a hurry, a thousand miles would be within Yang Zhen’s reach in just a moment.

When Yang Zhen came near Shangyuan Sect, he suddenly relaxed.

He could feel that there were still those familiar auras on Baiyun Mountain. Even though the sky was covered with a sea of ​​blood, his senior sister and the others were not dead.

"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" Yang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and even didn't feel so disgusted with the somewhat familiar breath in the sea of ​​blood!

Han Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief even louder than Yang Zhen and glared at Yang Zhen with some resentment. This was a very rare expression, and Yang Zhen's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Little Taoist, you are concerned about this Sao Saint!"

"Who cares about you?" Han Yan'er glanced at Yang Zhen and turned away!

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said to the people in the sea of ​​blood: "Brother, I am here. You can show yourself now. Let me see who is so bold as to block my door?"

Boom! A roar of heaven and earth was heard, and the sea of ​​blood gradually dissipated, forming a human figure! "Holy Lord, it is indeed the Holy Lord!"

Countless people in Shangyuan Sect exclaimed in unison.

Yang Zhen had a strange look on his face, and said in confusion: "Brother, you are late!"

(End of this chapter)