Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Yang Zhen was a little confused.

What's wrong? Others don't have a sect, is that wrong? Han Yan'er and Que Ling both looked alert, especially Que Ling, who looked a little hesitant. He looked at Duan Deming, Fang Jushi and others, and stood in front of Yang Zhen, a little hesitant.

Yang Zhen looked at Que Ling calmly. As for Duan Deming and the others, he didn't care much about them.

At this moment, a determined look flashed in Que Ling's eyes. He smiled at Duan Deming and walked behind Yang Zhen.

This simple action made everyone present stunned and look a little surprised.

Qianyang Palace occupies a pivotal position in the Great Wilderness. Even Duan Deming, Mr. Fang and others cannot underestimate the influence of Qianyang Palace.

Although Que Ling is just a disciple of Qianyang Palace, if he can gain this power, the influence of everyone in the ancient land of wilderness will become different.

But now, facing so many forces from the Great Wilderness, Que Ling actually chose to stand behind Yang Zhen. This simple action made everyone even more curious about Yang Zhen's identity.

How could a casual cultivator without any sect power make Que Ling, a disciple of Qianyang Palace, stand against Duan Deming, Fang Jushi and others? Obviously, it was impossible.

Mr. Fang took a deep breath, with a meaningful smile on his face. He was about to speak to Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "How boring! Since you don't believe the truth, it means that we are on different paths and cannot make plans together. It seems that we can't be friends anymore. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Yang Zhen actually started walking. When he passed by Mr. Fang, he gently patted him on the shoulder, causing him to stagger.

Mr. Fang was furious. Just as he was about to speak, Duan Deming suddenly laughed out loud. His voice was full of ulterior motives. He said slowly, "If that's the case, then when we meet again, I'm afraid things won't be good between us and Young Friend Yang. After all, in the ancient wilderness, it's an indisputable fact that people of the same ilk attack those of the different ilk."

These words have already created a rift between everyone. At this time, if Yang Zhen could honestly tell the truth about his sect's inheritance, he might be able to join Duan Deming and others.

Mr. Fang snorted coldly. A person who could cultivate to such a level would never engage in fighting. Although he had an unhappy look on his face, he still did not speak. He just stood beside Duan Deming, obviously agreeing with Duan Deming's words.

Han Yan'er had a blank expression on her face as she followed Yang Zhen, as if she would follow him until the end of time.

Que Ling looked at Yang Zhen strangely, with a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to persuade him. In the end, he did not say anything. He hurriedly followed two steps and stood beside Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen's body trembled when he heard that. He waved his hand nonchalantly and said without turning his head, "Whatever. If it really comes to the point where you have to fight, you'll be done for if I stab you or not."

"Asshole!" Master Fang snorted coldly, staring at the back of Yang Zhen's head, and said in a deep voice: "Too presumptuous, you don't even take us seriously, do you really think you are a sect with a legacy in the wilderness?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "You don't believe the truth, so I just told a lie. You actually guessed it right, but what is the inheritance of the wilderness? I wonder if you have ever heard of the existence that once unified the wilderness?"

What? Hearing the name Honghuang, everyone's heart was startled.

Those who can call the wilderness the primitive world are all those who have a profound heritage. They are the strong ones who have truly witnessed the existence of thousands of races and the turmoil of heaven and earth.

Everyone had a look of doubt on their faces. Duan Deming pointed to the back of Yang Zhen's head and asked, "What is that?"

Yang Zhen raised his head, staring at the sky quietly, giving everyone an endlessly lonely back view, sighed, and said: "The sect inherited by this Sao Saint is called... Class A anti-theft doors!"

Class A security door? Yang Zhen didn't even need to look back to feel the confused aura behind him. He waved his sleeves lightly without taking away even a cloud.

Damn it, one or two of them really think they are the masters of the world. They actually form cliques and factions here and engage in operations of plotting against the dissidents. If I don't give you a shock, it would be like they are underestimating the people of the world.

Yang Zhen was not worrying about this matter out of thin air. In a place like the ancient wilderness, if one was not careful, even his soul would be eaten, let alone his bones.

Everyone stood there in bewilderment, watching Yang Zhen lead his men away. Their faces were full of resentment. However, at this time, if they could avoid conflict with human monks, they would definitely not conflict. All kinds of messy crises have not been overcome yet, so who would waste energy at this time? Que Ling followed Yang Zhen, and the more he looked at Yang Zhen, the more mysterious he became. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Does a Class A anti-theft door really exist?"

"That's natural."

Yang Zhen looked back at Que Ling with a smile and said, "This is a door that any villain can't do anything about. It's almost known to every household in our village. I don't know how many people with bad intentions want to enter this door."

"Plotting something bad?" Que Ling had a strange look on his face, muttering to himself, "How could a sect like this be passed down?"

Obviously, the idea of ​​a sect composed entirely of people with evil intentions appeared in Que Ling's mind.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and was about to speak when there was a sudden loud bang not far away, and a ball of monstrous demonic energy erupted.

"Oh no, there seems to be some unusual movement from the Demon Sect!" Que Ling's face changed and he said in a deep voice.

Yang Zhen squinted his eyes and looked towards the mountains in the distance. The demonic energy was surging and roaring. It seemed like a towering ferocious creature that covered the sky and the sun, and was spreading out across the land.

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At the same time, Yang Zhen felt a turbulent law of heaven and earth, which contained profound principles and Taoist ideas, and made a rumbling sound like heavenly music.

It was obvious that the demonic energy was fighting against the laws emitted by the Heavenly Secret Lock.

"Damn, the demonic energy that can contend with the laws, it seems that this demon sect is also a formidable guy!"

Yang Zhen muttered to himself, and disappeared from the spot in a flash. His voice drifted slowly over: "You two should walk slower. I'll go to the front to check the situation first."

If things continue like this, there might be a big stir ahead.

Countless figures rushed over from all directions, and they had obviously noticed the outbreak of demonic energy. These were guys who were not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy.

The cultivators in the barbaric era had their own various methods of fighting against demonic energy. Although they were not completely passed down, few forces in the wilderness were afraid of the existence of demonic energy.

Along the way, Yang Zhen saw several black figures. The terrifying aura emanating from their bodies was even more bizarre than the demonic energy.

It is obvious that these people are not from the world of cultivation. As for whether they are powerful people who just appeared in the Great Wilderness Era, it is not clear.

Yang Zhen didn’t care about all that. He rushed forward just to see if Saint Tianxuan was here!

Boom! Another earth-shattering sound was heard, the sky and the earth were shaking, the air was roaring, and the sky was howling.

The entire world seemed to be boiling. Under the erosion of demonic energy, waves of law power burst out from mid-air. The powerful shock waves razed the surrounding mountains to the ground.

(End of this chapter)