Seeing that Yang Zhen shattered the space without moving, everyone's faces showed expressions of horror.

Who is Yang Zhen?

He is just a saint-level cultivator with a rather eccentric personality. It seems that most of the earth-shaking events recently have his shadow. But no matter how you look at it, Yang Zhen is just a saint-level cultivator with a little luck.

However, how is it possible that such a monk in the holy realm could master the imperial art?

Regardless of whether people believe it or not, the shattered space before their eyes is not deceiving. Empress Fengyu showed a look of surprise on her face, and it was obviously not her who did anything secretly.

In other words, Yang Zhen, with his Saint Realm cultivation, actually mastered the Imperial Art that only the Emperor Realm strongmen could master? How the hell is this possible?

Even if they saw it with their own eyes, everyone felt as if they were in a dream.

The mean cat showed an excited look on his face, and jumped onto the confused Jiulong Saint's shoulder, shouting: "Damn it, I knew it, this bastard boy really has mastered the emperor's art, damn, this is going to be exciting, a Saint Realm kid has mastered the emperor's art, aren't those emperor-level masters living like dogs?"

The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons froze and glared at the cheap cat in annoyance.

The mean cat laughed strangely and said, "I didn't say anything about Empress Fengyu. She is an emperor after all. How could she have the same opinion as me?"

Jiulong Saint smiled bitterly and said, "But what you said is not wrong. Young Yang has mastered the imperial technique. How could such power be mastered by someone who is not an imperial cultivator?"

The mean cat sneered and said, "To use what Yang often says, there is no such thing as possible or impossible."

At this time, Yang Zhen suddenly moved, and walked towards Chen Xiaotian and others step by step, with a contemptuous expression on his face, and said: "If this is not enough, then..."

As he spoke, Yang Zhen's aura rose again, and with every step he took, the energy waves on his body became more violent.

"It was this Saint who opened the Heaven and Earth Shackles of the East Sea, and it was this Saint who opened the Heaven and Earth Shackles of the North Island. If it weren't for this, not to mention you demon cultivators, even those from the Great Wilderness Heritage who have experienced the Heaven and Earth Catastrophe, wouldn't be able to show up."

"I resurrected the Phoenix Feather Empress, and the Tianxuan Saint, and the Demonic Mark Origin in the hands of the Quanyang Demon Emperor was also snatched by me."

"If this is not enough, then today I will press you guys who don't keep your word and swear to be farts to the ground and rub them over and over again. Is that enough?"

One sentence at a time, one step at a time, one improvement at a time. After he finished saying these words, a huge golden wave of energy suddenly erupted from behind Yang Zhen, and the violent figure of Qiongqi Tianxu suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"Qiongqi Tianxu!"

Countless people exclaimed in surprise, and whether they had seen it or not, all had expressions of horror on their faces.

Even Chen Xiaotian and others who had seen the existence of Qiongqi Tianxu were shocked by the lifelike Qiongqi Tianxu now.

Roar! Qiongqi Tianxu roared, bringing Yang Zhen's momentum to the extreme. Yang Zhen stood in front of the two camps of Taoists and Demons with a sword, squinting at Chen Xiaotian and asking, "If you want the origin of the magic pattern, don't make so many excuses, just do it. Come on, or not, give me a straight answer?"

Chen Xiaotian and others showed a trace of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. How could they escape when being targeted by Yang Zhen like this?

Countless demon cultivators showed expressions of horror on their faces and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief.

Shuya had a bewildered expression on his face, muttering to himself, "It seems!"

like?

Hearing these two words, Chen Xiaotian was shocked and a look of shock appeared on his face.

In the Three Flowers Holy Land, Hua Youyue stared at Yang Zhen blankly. Han Yan'er, who was standing beside her, had a confused look in her eyes, her gaze fixed on Yang Zhen's back.

Yang Zhen really made Chen Xiaotian, that shameless guy, very angry.

Oh damn, he clearly swore that if I got the origin of the magic pattern, this bastard would go back to the Demon Sect and live like a coward for the rest of his life.

Now, not only did he break his promise, but he also made up all kinds of excuses to launch a holy war. Even Yang Zhen couldn't do this kind of weird operation.

At the same time, Yang Zhen also felt a little strange.

What the hell is this law of heaven and earth? It turns out that Tang Sai can find all kinds of excuses to get away with swearing. It's just a game of words. God is still too young.

Over the entire Three Flowers Holy Land, endless waves of air rolled and surged, and bursts of violent aura caused celestial phenomena. Between lightning and thunder, there was a doomsday scene.

Between the two camps, the atmosphere was so stagnant that it seemed as if time had stopped.

Chen Xiaotian looked at Yang Zhen coldly and snorted. Just as he was about to speak, Shu Ya beside him hurriedly said, "My Lord, think twice before you act!"

Hearing this, Chen Xiaotian showed a trace of anger on his face. He snorted coldly and said, "Yang Zhen is so arrogant, how can I let it go?"

“But it won’t lead to a holy war!” Shu Ya frowned, a hesitant look on his face.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Chen Xiaotian laughed loudly and said, "What holy war? Can we decide whether to have a holy war? This matter is just between you, me, Yang Zhen and the Three Flowers Holy Land behind him. What does it have to do with the holy war?"

Shu Ya was shocked and looked at Chen Xiaotian in confusion.

In the crowd, Jianmao also showed a look of shock on his face. He stared at Chen Xiaotian blankly and muttered to himself: "Awesome, Yang boy has met his match."

Well, it's just a matter between Chen Xiaotian and others, Yang Zhen and the Sanhua Holy Land. In this way, this battle actually has nothing to do with the holy war at all.

Seeing the gloomy expression on Chen Xiaotian's face, and the teasing that seemed like a smile, Yang Zhen was confused, and said with a "oh" and cupped his hands:

"Damn, you can do it this way? I admire you!"

Chen Xiaotian laughed loudly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, kid. There is no need for a holy war now. I must take back the origin of the magic pattern. You..."

Before he could finish his words, Yang Zhen suddenly turned around and walked away in front of everyone, with a strange smile on his face, and said: "Since there is no holy war, then... Queen, the rest of the things will be left to you."

Walter?

Chen Xiaotian staggered and almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"You bastard, you are shameless."

A roar that pierced through heaven and earth resounded throughout the Sanhua Holy Land.

Everyone stared blankly at Yang Zhen's elegant back, shocked.

This...is this also okay?

Compared to Yang Zhen’s amazing actions, all of Chen Xiaotian’s thoughts seemed as ridiculous and pale as those of a child.

(End of this chapter)