But they couldn't help it, and everyone was about to laugh until their noses were covered with snot.

In the last second, he asked the demon cultivator to protect Yang Zhen, and in the next second, Chen Xiaotian bumped into him directly. What was going on?

Chen Xiaotian was really pissed off by Yang Zhen.

You take out a Scorpio, I take out a Scorpio, you take out a Black Lotus of Death, I take out the Blue Lotus of Heaven and Earth and the Heavenly Lotus of Destruction.

This kind of situation can literally drive a person crazy.

Everyone had a look of surprise and wonder on their faces, staring blankly at Chen Xiaotian who had been knocked unconscious.

The other demon cultivators hurriedly removed their defensive formation, their faces filled with panic.

Chen Xiaotian roared, his face livid, staring at Yang Zhen and yelling: "Yang Zhen, you will die today. Even if gods and demons are alive, they can't save your life!"

Boom! After a loud bang that shook the earth, the demonic energy on Chen Xiaotian's body completely burned up, and a black sword in his hand burned with black flames, rushing towards Yang Zhen.

Without the protection of the magic cultivator's defensive formation, Yang Zhen was almost exposed to the terrifying sword light in the next moment.

At this moment, a strange look suddenly appeared on Yang Zhen's face.

Whoosh! Yang Zhen disappeared, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Screams were heard, and everyone's faces were filled with horror. They looked around in confusion, looking for Yang Zhen's shadow.

Chen Xiaotian was startled, a look of rage appeared on his face, and the surrounding fire waves burned wildly, covering an area of ​​100 feet in a blink of an eye.

"You bastard, come out here!"

After a loud bang that shook the earth, the sword in Chen Xiaotian's hand tore through the sky, and a streak of light pierced through the sky and earth, directly hitting the place where Yang Zhen disappeared.

At this moment, a scream was heard.

"My Lord, be careful!"

The Demon Emperor who followed Chen Xiaotian changed his expression drastically. Just as he was about to rush towards Chen Xiaotian, old man Yue Wang sneered and punched the Demon Emperor.

"Old man, your opponent is me!"

Boom! The air wave exploded, blowing countless people away.

When Yang Zhen appeared again, he was already behind Chen Xiaotian and threw a simple punch at Chen Xiaotian.

In the crowd, Luo Jin and Jin Chanzi were both stunned.

Luo Jin, in particular, exclaimed, "Impossible, how can such a punch threaten Chen Xiaotian? What exactly does Yang Zhen want to do?"

Jin Chanzi put his hands together, trembling, and looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, saying: "This punch is not simple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, something strange happened.

Yang Zhen's hand actually disappeared.

It was as if it had penetrated the void and appeared directly in front of Chen Xiaotian.

"Bye-bye!"

Yang Zhen grinned, and then there was the sound of punches hitting flesh.

Boom boom boom! Several punches landed on Chen Xiaotian's face.

Everyone looked at the scene in panic, watching Chen Xiaotian's face being flattened by Yang Zhen and his nose being crooked.

The mean cat's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he looked at Yang Zhen with a weird expression, muttering to himself: "Damn it, so ruthless!"

"Yang Zhen, your things are so easy to wash..."

Chen Xiaotian was so furious that he ran away.

Yang Zhen chased after him, cursing: "Damn it, whether this slut sage dies well or not is none of your business, why don't you stop and make this slut sage die miserably."

"Boy, if you dare to kill the Lord, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

The more Old Man Yue Wang looked at Yang Zhen, the happier he looked. When he heard what the Demon Emperor said, he chuckled and said, "Boy, smash as much as you can. Hit with one punch after another. Damn it, if you want to destroy all living beings, you little demon cultivators are not qualified. It's better to let your emperor do it."

Buzz! A bright moon appeared in the sky. Old Man Yuewang pointed his finger, and a beam of light that penetrated the sky and earth blasted towards the Demon Emperor. His eyes were always on Yang Zhen, and he continued, "Boy, fight with confidence. I want to see how this old guy can make you live a life worse than death."

Boom! Another punch landed on Chen Xiaotian's head, and Chen Xiaotian's head was almost smashed by Yang Zhen.

Seeing this scene, everyone felt a creepy feeling, and the eyes they looked at Yang Zhen were filled with horror.

Chen Xiaotian seemed to be stunned by Yang Zhen, with a crazy look on his face. He suddenly turned around and hugged Yang Zhen, saying grimly: "Boy, I have never suffered such humiliation in all these years. Today, I want to see who can survive between you and me."

As he spoke, dark red devil flames suddenly burned on Chen Xiaotian's body, and waves of terrifying aura that could destroy the world rushed madly in all directions.

There was a look of despair on everyone's face.

"The demon disintegrates!"

Someone shouted in surprise, and countless people ran around. Even the demon cultivators showed panic-stricken looks on their faces and hurriedly dodged around.

Boom! Yang Zhen didn't even have the chance to speak before he was drowned in a sea of ​​blood.

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The terrifying fire waves burned the heavens. Waves of horrifying air that could destroy the world swept in from all directions. Those monks who were swept up in it were burned to dust in an instant.

For a moment, the entire top of Xiyuan Mountain was filled with the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

"Holy Lord!"

"My Lord!"

"Yang Zhen!"

Countless shouts echoed in the air.

Everyone on the top of Xiyuan Mountain stared in amazement at the sea of ​​blood exploding in the air.

Chen Xiaotian, actually died together with Yang Zhen?

No, it was not a mutual destruction. Although the disintegration of the Heavenly Demon was terrifying, it would still leave a trace of its origin. Although its vitality was severely damaged, Chen Xiaotian would still be able to recover his strength ten or a hundred years later.

But Yang Zhen is different. Yang Zhen does not have the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, so he will be burned to death directly, and even his soul will not be able to escape.

Sure enough, countless people heard a scream, followed by Yang Zhen’s voice.

"Ah, I am dead, I died miserably, ah, my soul, my soul is about to burn away..."

These words made everyone shudder and they couldn't help swallowing.

Although this sounds a bit strange, who cares about such details at this time?

Yang Zhen was about to die, so who would care if his shouting was a little weird? A sad atmosphere gathered in the air. The tens of thousands of cultivators that Yang Zhen had rescued from the Demon Sect all showed furious looks on their faces, and rushed towards the surrounding demon cultivators as if they were risking their lives.

Only the mean cat looked stunned, and walked towards the Xutian Imperial Palace cursing.

"Damn it, I knew it. This bastard entered the Xutian Emperor Palace alone and dug grass. This is too ugly to hear."

In the sea of ​​blood, a figure flashed by like a flash of lightning. No one noticed that Yang Zhen didn't even have a single wound on his body.

It is true that the disintegration of the demon can shock and kill countless people, but what is Yang Zhen's body? The holy realm of the flesh!

Just relying on Chen Xiaotian's demon disintegration, you want to burn him to death? This is a joke!

However, taking advantage of the situation, Yang Zhen still sneaked into the Xutian Imperial Palace alone.

But when Yang Zhen stepped into the Xutian Imperial Palace, he suddenly felt as if he was in a dream.

Finally...back?

Yang Zhen stood there in confusion, scratching his head and muttering to himself: "What the hell, what does this feel like?"

(End of this chapter)