Run...Run? Seeing Yang Zhen grab the origin of the magic pattern and run away, everyone's face showed a confused expression.

Not to mention that Yang Zhen ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye. The fact that Yang Zhen grabbed the origin of the magic pattern and put it in his arms was enough to make everyone unable to react.

A group of Taoist practitioners had bewildered looks on their faces and looked at each other, as if a person named Yang Zhen had never appeared here.

Those demon cultivators were even worse. They seemed to have forgotten Chen Xiaotian's words. They were like petrified, staring blankly in the direction where Yang Zhen, Jianmao and the others disappeared. It was not until the Demon Emperor Quanyang roared that everyone reacted, but it was too late.

Yang Zhen had already disappeared. What was the point of chasing him at this time? Besides, there were so many directions in the world, who knew which direction Yang Zhen would chase in?

Not to mention that the Demon Emperor Quanyang will not let Yang Zhen go, even Chen Xiaotian and a group of demon cultivators will not let Yang Zhen go. There are also many Taoist cultivators with ulterior motives. Once they find Yang Zhen, won’t they all try to carve him up into pieces?

It was impossible not to run, and it was impossible to run slowly. It was reasonable for Yang Zhen to run away.

The Demon Emperor Quanyang roared continuously, as if he was looking for the origin of the magic patterns around him. He couldn't believe that it was snatched away right under his nose.

When everyone remembered Chen Xiaotian's coming, they all looked towards Chen Xiaotian. This poor old man hadn't closed his mouth until now, staring at the direction where Yang Zhen disappeared with a dumbfounded look on his face. Shu Yai shouted twice from the side but didn't hear anything.

"Asshole!"

Chen Xiaotian suddenly took a deep breath and shouted angrily: "You bastard, give me back the origin of the magic pattern!"

With a roar, Chen Xiaotian ignored all the demon cultivators all over the mountains and leaped forward, chasing after Yang Zhen at an extremely terrifying speed.

Shuya had a ridiculous look on his face, and shouted to the demon cultivators, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and chase him. We must find Yang Zhen no matter what."

Boom! Countless waves of air burst out, all rushing towards the direction where Yang Zhen disappeared.

Su Digong and others looked at each other, especially the mother-in-law, who was so shocked by Yang Zhen that she began to doubt her life.

Before coming here, Su Digong and others vowed that even if they could not obtain the origin of the magic pattern, they must make a copy and take it back, because the origin of the magic pattern played a vital role to Su Digong, and they were very anxious.

The Su Di Palace, which was supposed to be the home court and shine, ended up being reduced to a passerby. No one even mentioned its name to exclaim or sigh. This huge gap is a bit hard to accept.

Especially the mother-in-law, who disliked Yang Zhen no matter what, had a look of disbelief on her face, which was simply ridiculous.

That bastard Yang Zhen, not only turned the entire Slug Anshan upside down, but also snatched the magic pattern origin from the Quanyang Demon Emperor? Thinking of the magic pattern origin, an anxious look flashed across the mother-in-law's face, and she said to the Empress of the Su Imperial Palace: "Empress, what should we do?"

The empress's eyes flashed with surprise, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Let's chase after them too!"

As soon as the people from Su Di Palace moved, the other Taoist practitioners suddenly burst out at the fastest speed in history and chased in the direction where Yang Zhen disappeared.

Moo! A roar that shook the world was heard, and the Sky-Splitting Bull of the Su Emperor Palace roared to the sky, and suddenly burst out with unparalleled speed, leaving everyone behind.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xiaotian and Shu Yai roared in anger, and an extremely huge scorpion condensed in mid-air.

He was already somewhat annoyed with the Rift-Splitting Beetle from the Su Emperor Palace, but for some reason, when he saw the Scorpio condensing in mid-air, Chen Xiaotian felt like he was about to explode with anger.

Only now did he suddenly remember that the Scorpio, which he had spent a thousand years to refine, was still in the hands of that little bastard Yang Zhen.

This Yang Zhen simply had to die. Even if he didn't die, he had to be taught a lesson he would never forget.

Damn it, this is so infuriating. It is so infuriating.

The terrifying Scorpio roared at the Long-splitting Beetle and its speed increased rapidly, and it was not slower than the Long-splitting Beetle at all.

A look of disdain flashed across the face of the Longicorn. It mooed and increased its speed again.

Along the way, countless monks and Taoists were slowly left behind, and many of them got into fights because of quarrels, causing chaos for a while.

Slug Anshan, the Demon Emperor Quanyang looked at countless people disappearing in front of him in the blink of an eye in confusion, and seemed a little unable to react.

The Demon Emperor Quanyang had never fully recovered, and was now just a puppet. It would take some time for him to completely regain his sanity.

Now that he had his things robbed and was stood up by everyone, he could only roar to the sky. Those puppet demon insects were flying everywhere, and the entire Slug Bank Mountain instantly turned into a hell on earth.

I don’t know how many people died here, and how many lives were destroyed. Slug Anshan roared continuously, and the terrifying demonic energy covered the sky. All the nearby cultivators left, and even some nearby sects began to discuss relocation in a helpless manner.

They had to move, because this kind of terrifying power was something they could not withstand at all.

If the Demon Emperor Quanyang comes out of Slug Bank Mountain one day, they will be the first to suffer.

In mid-air, Tuntianhu was jumping and playing happily. When he saw Yang Zhen and others coming back, he was obviously very excited.

Jiulong Saint hadn't reacted yet. He stared at Yang Zhen's hand with a dull look on his face, then looked at Yang Zhen's chest, even touching it, and asked, "Are you okay?"

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Yang Zhen glared at the Nine Dragon Saint, slapped his hand away, and after landing on the back of the Heaven-Swallowing Hound, he grinned and said, "Slow down, you can't be slow now. There are a large group of people chasing you. Whether you can run away depends on you."

Upon hearing this, Tuntianhu showed a trace of surprise on his face. He looked back and suddenly grinned with a sarcastic smile, which was so vivid that everyone was stunned.

Roar! A low roar was heard, and Yang Zhen's face changed. He immediately shouted, "Hold on tight!"

Boom! A terrifying shadow that covered the sky and the sun rushed forward. Such a huge body actually produced a sonic boom in the air. One can imagine how terrifying the speed of the Sky-Swallowing Hound's explosion was.

Anyway, it was the first time that Yang Zhen saw that the Heaven-Swallowing Hound had such a terrifying speed. He was shocked and muttered to himself: "Damn, it's simply a necessary weapon for pretending to be cool and running away."

With an excited look on his face, Jianmao rubbed his hands and came to Yang Zhen, asking, "Boy, did you really get the origin of the magic pattern from the Quanyang Demon Emperor?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the mean cat and said, "Why else do you think I ran away?"

"Can you call this running?" The mean cat glared and said solemnly, "This is called a strategic retreat. Damn, with so many people chasing you, it would be strange if you didn't run. But then again, can you take the magic pattern origin directly with your hands?"

"Who said that I held it with my hands?" Yang Zhen rolled his eyes at the cheap cat. The bastard's fur was getting longer and longer, but his knowledge was becoming more and more superficial.

When these words were spoken, the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons, the Slutty Chicken and the Bitch Cat were all stunned.

Not held by hand?

Yang Zhen laughed and waved his hand casually. A slight ray of void power flashed by, scaring the cheap cat so much that it jumped three feet high and grabbed the hair of the Nine Dragon Saint tightly.

Poor Saint Nine Dragons, his head was tilted after being scratched by that bastard, the cheap cat, and his eyes suddenly widened. He screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

"Void power?"

"Impossible, boy, how can you control the power of the void?"

"cannot!"

(End of this chapter)