Han Yan'er fell into a deep sleep, but Yang Zhen couldn't sleep, trying to figure out the thing in the Xuyan Realm that could travel through time and space.

There is no wind without waves. Since this legend has been circulating for so many years, and that person almost witnessed it, maybe such a thing really exists.

Could it be the void passage that leads back to the blue planet?

If this is really the passage back to the blue planet, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go back?

Damn it, this slutty saint is already an emperor-level strongman, and when he comes to Earth, he can walk sideways. Not to mention those missiles, even nuclear bombs, this slutty saint can still eat them.

The power of a nuclear bomb is not as terrifying as the world-destroying punishment from heaven. It is simply that the technological development on the blue planet is too backward.

But...what if I'm not going back to the blue planet? If I go to a remote corner with no food, no drinks, and no beauties, wouldn't that be torture?

Yang Zhen decided that no matter where this person was going, he would just pretend that it didn't exist.

It’s still comfortable here.

"Yang Zhen, come here..."

A faint voice was heard, Yang Zhen was startled, then he recognized it as the voice of Empress Fengyu.

What does Empress Fengyu want to talk to me about in the dead of night? Yang Zhen looked puzzled, glanced at the sleeping Han Yan'er, and left quietly.

When he saw Empress Fengyu, Yang Zhen was almost frightened.

Empress Fengyu looked much thinner, as if she had suffered a serious illness.

Yang Zhen asked curiously: "Empress, what's wrong with you?"

Empress Feng Yu shook her head and smiled bitterly, saying, "There was a problem during the training. Don't tell Jiulong. I'm afraid he will worry. I called you here this time to tell you that I plan to go into seclusion."

Yang Zhen looked at Empress Fengyu's expression and asked hesitantly, "Are you... really okay?"

Empress Fengyu smiled and said, "Nothing's wrong for now. Don't worry. If you need help, I won't be polite to you."

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "How long will you stay in seclusion?"

Empress Fengyu shook her head and said, "It's hard to say, maybe a month or a few years!"

After leaving Empress Fengyu, Yang Zhen felt more and more that something was wrong. The way Empress Fengyu hesitated at the end was very similar to what Jianmao and Emperor Donghuang had said before, as well as Han Yan'er, who had told Yang Zhen to pay attention to that thing.

What on earth was that thing? In the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The clear night sky made Yang Zhen feel comfortable.

I don’t know when it started, but Yang Zhen has gradually begun to like this feeling.

As his strength increased, Yang Zhen's state of mind became calmer.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, how can we calm down? We have to stir up trouble, and we must continue to stir up trouble. Maybe in the process, everything will be revealed.

But it seems that there is nothing to do now. Instead, the emperor in the Central Courtyard is refining the heaven and earth, and this matter has caused quite a stir recently.

No, it wasn’t just a small sensation; it shocked the entire world.

According to the news received by the Three Flowers Holy Land, more and more monks began to appear, and various races also gradually surfaced like mushrooms after a rain, and began to prepare for the great catastrophe of heaven and earth.

In this case, the worries of Emperor Donghuang are not groundless at all. It seems that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth is really coming.

This is a bit frustrating. Yang Zhen is still unable to refine the heaven and earth. Even if he tries to refine it, he cannot resist the destruction brought by the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Yang Zhen himself might not be afraid, but what about the many people in the Sanhua Holy Land?

Why are there so many people in Shangyuan Sect?

And what about Yang Zhen's 10,000 followers? They have to make trouble!

Just as Yang Zhen was strolling around and thinking about how to do something, a figure appeared stealthily in Yang Zhen's sight.

Yang Zhen was stunned. What on earth was this bastard, Jian Mao, doing out at this time? Seeing Jian Mao's sneaky look, Yang Zhen quietly followed him.

Not long after, the cheap cat arrived at the back mountain of the Sanhua Holy Land.

The mountain behind the Sanhua Holy Land is a barren land. This is the trauma left by the last catastrophe of heaven and earth, and it has not yet recovered.

Few people are willing to come to this place. Besides being desolate, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not as good as that of places other than the Three Flowers Holy Land. It can be said to be a deserted place.

After the cheap cat came here, he sat on a big rock and stared blankly into the air, just like an old monk who had passed away.

Not long after, the cheap cat began to emit a bright light, and Yang Zhen's eyes almost popped out.

This bastard is actually absorbing the essence of the moon!

Dig the grass!

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

It’s incredible!

Yang Zhen had never heard of any kind of martial arts that could absorb the essence of the moon. This is pure natural and pollution-free energy, and it is energy from outside this world.

The moonlight energy seemed to be out of the control of the heaven and earth. No wonder the bastard, Jianmao, could survive the catastrophe and possess such a magical skill. Just when Yang Zhen wanted to ask Jianmao for this skill, Jianmao suddenly shuddered, cried out strangely, and fell off the stone.

The moonlight on his body gradually disappeared. The mean cat raised his head in confusion, looked around blankly, and started walking back cursing.

Seeing Yang Zhen standing there in a daze, the mean cat was startled. After seeing clearly that it was Yang Zhen, he breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Damn it, you're scaring me to death. Why are you not sleeping and sneaking around here?"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "I haven't asked you yet, what kind of awesome technique were you practicing just now? You looked very powerful."

The mean cat sighed and said, "What kind of powerful technique is this? It's just an ordinary breathing technique. I suddenly thought of it when I came back. I wanted to try it, but you saw it. It failed, a huge failure. It didn't work at all."

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, patted the mean cat and said, "The technique that can make you remember it must not be an ordinary breathing method. Why don't you share it with me and let me have a try?"

The mean cat was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "Holy crap, how could I have forgotten about you? You bastard have great talent, maybe you can really practice this kind of technique."

At that moment, Jianmao told Yang Zhen all the skills he remembered.

Yang Zhen turned around and left, cursing as he left.

The mean cat hurriedly called out from behind: "Damn it, don't leave. Didn't we agree to let you try?"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "Why bother trying it? Don't tell me you don't know this is a demon cultivator's technique!"

The mean cat laughed strangely and said, "What's wrong with practicing demon cultivation? You are almost a demon, maybe you can really practice it. You can even practice the magic cultivation method, so why can't you practice the demon cultivation method?"

"How can they be the same?" Yang Zhen glared.

Demon cultivators are human beings after all, okay? If you give me a demon cultivation technique, I will never be able to practice it.

Just as Yang Zhen and Jianmao were staring at each other, there was a sudden bang from the Sanhua Holy Land, and a ball of earth-shaking air erupted.

Yang Zhen was startled, looked at the bitch cat, picked up the bitch cat, and disappeared on the spot.

"Is it Jiulong?" A hint of curiosity flashed across Jianmao's face: "What the hell is this old guy doing?"

Yang Zhen didn't say anything, his face was calm, and he had a bad feeling.

This matter may be related to Feng Yu!

(End of this chapter)