"Devil pattern, it's actually a demon pattern?"

"Impossible, how could Yang Zhen refine the magic pattern?"

"Is it possible for Yang Zhen to refine the golden demonic energy?"

"It must be the magic pattern. When did the Lord miss what he said?"

Countless demon cultivators swarmed in and rushed towards Yang Zhen. Even Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian roared and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The golden demonic energy can be given to Yang Zhen, but things like the demonic patterns must not be allowed to be taken away by Yang Zhen.

What is the most precious thing in the Demon Emperor's Tomb in the entire Slug Bank Mountain? The golden demonic energy? The inheritance of the Great Emperor? No, none of them. The truly precious thing is the Demon Emperor's magic pattern.

The golden demonic energy is just a kind of power of heaven and earth that is easier to refine and can improve cultivation more quickly than the vital energy of heaven and earth. The inheritance of the great emperor is just the skills and martial arts that the emperor-level strongmen want to pass on, and they don’t want the skills and martial arts that they have worked so hard to create to be cut off.

The magic pattern is different. If you have the magic pattern, it is equivalent to having everything that the emperor has! Although you may not be able to reach the level of the emperor, you will have a more convenient and rapid breakthrough path. More importantly, there must be an opportunity to become an emperor in the magic pattern!

The opportunity to become an emperor! These five words are irresistible to Shu Ya, Chen Xiaotian, and everyone present.

Rumble.

Countless people rushed towards Yang Zhen. Even Jianmao, Jiulong Saint, and Jinwu took advantage of the chaos and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons even ambushed quite a few demonic cultivators along the way, and even some Taoist cultivators with impure eyes could not escape.

"Damn it, this kid always does things like this, making everyone want to beat him up. What should I do?"

The mean cat ran wildly on his two legs, staring at the dark crowd around him in amazement.

The chicken suddenly leaped up, soaring into the wind in mid-air. Its huge and terrifying figure suddenly let out a long cry towards the sky and spit out a mouthful of golden crow fire at Yang Zhen.

Boom! The heaven and earth were in turmoil. The Golden Crow Fire was like a companion heavenly fire. After it landed beside Yang Zhen, many people around him were startled and retreated backwards.

In fact, the Golden Crow Fire is equivalent to the Golden Crow's companion heavenly fire, but after Saoji was reborn, the Golden Crow Fire has become more terrifying and it is easier to use.

Seeing the raging fire burning around Yang Zhen, Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya both looked up into the air and were immediately shocked.

"Golden Crow, how could such a thing still exist?"

Chen Xiaotian had a ridiculous look on his face, but then he frowned, sneered and said, "It turns out to be a little guy, no wonder the Golden Crow Fire it spewed out is so weak."

Shuya laughed bitterly and said, "Yes, if it was a grown-up Golden Crow, we would have been roasted to death."

The mean cat at the side was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the Golden Crow in mid-air with an unbelievable look on his face and muttered to himself: "Damn, is this bastard so powerful?"

No one knew what the mean cat was thinking with his eyes rolling around. A solemn look appeared on the face of the Saint of Nine Dragons. The energy on his body was rising steadily. He walked step by step in front of Yang Zhen, facing everyone. With a bang, his body exploded. Nine mad dragons roared to the sky, facing all directions with a fierce look in their eyes.

"Now that I am here, who can touch you, Young Master Yang?"

Roar! The roars of nine mad dragons pierced through the universe. In the air, the giant wings of the Golden Crow flew across the sky. Amid the howling wind, terrifying streaks of Golden Crow fire covered the sky and the sun.

The mean cat Ada let out a strange cry, jumped onto the shoulder of the Nine Dragon Saint, and made a Tai Chi starter pose, saying seriously: "Everyone retreat, believe it or not, I will kick you so hard that even your mother won't be able to recognize you."

But that bastard Jianmao looked like he was about to turn into a ball, and he really had no deterrent power.

Among the demon cultivators, many had greed flashing in their eyes, staring at the demon pattern above Yang Zhen's head.

Shu Ya and Chen Xiaotian stopped and looked at each other, seeing the disdain in each other's eyes.

However, on the one hand, they were not sure whether they could kill Yang Zhen even after killing Jiulong Shengzun and Jinwu. What if the magic pattern disappeared once the chaos broke out? Seeing that Shuya and Chen Xiaotian had stopped, the other magic cultivators did not dare to rush forward at this time even if they had great courage.

Are you kidding me? That could cost someone their life, okay?

No matter how precious the magic pattern is, can it be more precious than one's life? Everyone looked at Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya in bewilderment, waiting for the two to give the order to flatten the entire Slug Bank Mountain.

Not to mention the demon cultivators, even the Taoist cultivators around them showed shocked expressions on their faces after hearing about the demon patterns, and they all rushed forward.

Obviously, magic patterns not only have a fatal attraction to magic cultivators, but even Taoist cultivators find it difficult to resist. Although they are unable to practice the magic cultivators' techniques, the Demon Emperor's understanding of the world and the opportunity to become an emperor do not distinguish between any races.

At this time, Chen Xiaotian suddenly snorted and said, "This is not the real magic pattern!"

Hearing this, Shuya breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My Lord has noticed this too?"

Chen Xiaotian snorted coldly and said, "Although I don't know how Yang Zhen triggered the magic pattern, I can see that this is not the true origin of the magic pattern, but the pattern of heaven and earth originally contained in the golden devil energy. It is just similar to the magic pattern in a different way."

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help but show disappointment in their eyes.

But the next moment, Chen Xiaotian suddenly said: "However...even if it is not the real origin of the magic pattern, if you want to find the origin of the magic pattern in Slug Bank Mountain, you also need these heaven and earth patterns."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

As he spoke, Chen Xiaotian shouted, "Yang Zhen, this is no longer something you can swallow alone. You'd better tell me, otherwise, I'm afraid we will all die here."

Are we all going to die here?

Hearing this, everyone gasped, and the group of demon cultivators had panic expressions on their faces.

Lord Chen Xiaotian never jokes about this matter. If he says that everyone will die here, then everyone will definitely die here.

Is it possible that everyone’s life is in Yang Zhen’s hands?

No, this cannot be considered as real control. If Yang Zhen did not tell the secret, Yang Zhen himself would most likely have died.

Shu Ya showed a hint of hesitation on his face, his eyes fixed, and he asked in a deep voice: "Could it be that the legend... is true?"

legend?

Hearing Shu Ya's words, everyone present was stunned.

The mean cat sneered, stared at Chen Xiaotian and said, "I don't know what the legend is, but you'd better not mess with Yang kid, otherwise, it won't be as simple as all of you dying here."

"absurd!"

Chen Xiaotian laughed in anger, stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, do you have anything to say?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Whether you live or die, what does it have to do with me, the Saint of Sorrow?"

Hearing this, Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya's faces both turned cold.

The scene was solemn, and a world-shattering battle was about to take place. Shu Ya suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Yang Zhen, this matter is extraordinary. It not only concerns our lives, but also the entire Great Wilderness. It may fall into eternal disaster. You must think carefully."

"Digging grass, is that so serious?" Yang Zhen blinked and said, "What the hell does it have to do with me?"

"You..." Shu Ya's face was gloomy and uncertain. He took a deep breath and said, "Do you feel a strange breath now?"

Yang Zhen's expression suddenly changed! (End of this chapter)