Yang Zhen walked towards Huimao with a smile on his face.

This walk scared everyone around and they all screamed in surprise.

The hair on the mean cat's body stood up, and he yelled at Yang Zhen: "Boy, stop now, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhen seemed to have not heard what the mean cat said. He walked to the side of Gray Hair, slowly squatted down, grinned, and said, "Long time no see, Gray Hair!"

Huimao looked at Yang Zhen timidly, as if he didn't know Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was stunned, his eyes widened, and he said, "Damn it, don't you recognize me?"

Gray Hair then tried it, leaped up and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Don't do that, kid!"

The mean cat turned pale and exclaimed, with a ridiculous look on his face.

The faces of the people around him also changed, and they rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Empress Fengyu snorted coldly, and with a wave of her hand, a terrifying force of the Great Desolate Sky Ban rushed towards Huimao.

"Quick, get out of the way! Once he enters your body, you..."

Empress Fengyu said nothing and stood there in a daze.

The gray-haired creature looked lifelike, not like an illusion at all, but seemed to have flesh and blood. It leaped onto Yang Zhen, squinted its eyes, and even began to snore.

Everyone had a bewildered look on their faces, especially the mean cat, who walked to Yang Zhen's side stupidly, poked the gray hair with his hand, and yelled, "Holy crap, is it alive?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and couldn't believe it.

The Sky Yin Evil Soul was originally a colorless and invisible thing, but it could take over the soul of a living being, and not all living beings could arouse the covetousness of the Sky Yin Evil Soul. Only a very few people who had comprehended the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth could have this "honor"! The aura on Yang Zhen's body was much deeper and more terrifying than the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Although everyone didn't know what Dao Yang Zhen had comprehended, and what Yang Zhen meant by the phrase "My Dao is My Will", everyone could feel that the aura on Yang Zhen's body had never appeared before.

How could such a Taoist charm not arouse the covetousness of the evil spirit of Tianyin?

However, no one had ever heard that the evil soul of Tianyin could actually transform into a living being. Without any possession of another body, a living being was created out of thin air.

Could it be that the Heavenly Yin Evil Soul... could be cultivated into a demon? Everyone looked at each other, and when they saw Yang Zhen with a warm smile on his face, their eyes widened immediately.

Who has ever seen such a gentle expression on Yang Zhen, this shameless bastard? Even Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er saw this side of Yang Zhen for the first time! The mean cat looked strange, circled around Yang Zhen twice, and said in a deep voice: "No, no, it's not right, kid, you should have gained something now, but now everything is the same as before, it's not right."

After hearing what Jianmao said, everyone looked at Yang Zhen with a puzzled look.

Yang Zhen grinned, patted the mean cat and said, "You are right. The reason why I have not gained anything yet is because... I have not yet gotten rid of the evil spirit of Tianyin!"

"really!"

The mean cat looked sullen, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "Then... us?"

"Yes, you are also in my illusion." Yang Zhen said nonchalantly.

"impossible!"

Empress Fengyu suddenly cried out in surprise, looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, shook her head and said, "This is impossible. How could we enter your fantasy? Are we your imagination, or have we entered your fantasy?"

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, stood up, looked at Huimao reluctantly, and said, "This is the horror of the Sky Yin Evil Soul. Damn, we all underestimated this kind of thing."

"What...what do you mean?" Saint Jiulong said, scratching his head.

I don’t know why, but my head is super itchy today. It may be because I haven’t washed my hair for a long time.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Zhen sighed, reached out and crushed the gray hair.

Puff! Gray-haired man looked at Yang Zhen with tears in his eyes, reluctant to leave.

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "Let's go. The cause and effect between you and me has been severed. Even if it's not completely severed, we won't be able to see each other again for a while."

There was something wrong with Yang Zhen's aura, as if he was a different person. His face was full of calmness, like a sage. If it were accompanied by white hair and a white beard, he would have looked like an immortal.

This kind of calmness should not appear on Yang Zhen, who is either doing something or on his way to do something all day long.

The kind of shameless smile that is vindictive is appropriate.

With a look of doubt on his face, Jianmao tried to walk towards Yang Zhen and asked, "Is it over?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said, "It's over, otherwise why would we still be in there?"

The mean cat was even more confused, with a trace of suspicion on his face. He looked at Yang Zhen, then looked up into the air, and said, "That's not right. Why is it so quiet?"

Seeing the expression on the mean cat's face, Yang Zhen was amused and asked with interest: "Otherwise, do you have to make the sky fall and the earth crack to gain something?"

"Then there must be some celestial phenomena, right?" the mean cat muttered.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "It is not necessarily the case that the greater the movement, the greater the reward."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

At this point, Yang Zhen chuckled, winked at the mean cat, and said, "Believe me, this time is the biggest gain for this Sao Saint. I'll let you see it when I have the chance."

Hearing this, Bitch Cat's eyes lit up.

"What exactly did you gain? Did you comprehend the imperial art?" asked the Saint of Nine Dragons curiously.

"Imperial Technique?"

Yang Zhen frowned, shook his head and said, "I can't really say. Strictly speaking, this should be a kind of imperial technique, or... Damn, I can't describe it. You should feel it for yourself."

Having said that, Yang Zhen turned around and looked at Empress Fengyu, and said, "Time is running out. You wait here for me. In less than ten days, I will bring back the Ancient Water of Life."

As he spoke, Yang Zhen leaped and disappeared into the air.

It took a full quarter of an hour for everyone in the Sanhua Holy Land to react. They looked at each other with shocked expressions.

Jiulong Saint pinched his fingers and exclaimed, "A quarter of an hour?"

"What happened?"

"Could it be the power of time? Impossible, how can Saint Yang be able to control time?"

The mean cat rolled his eyes at the person who was speaking and said, "How could it be the power of time? If it is the power of time, then wouldn't Yang kid be in heaven?"

After saying that, the mean cat looked at the Phoenix Feather Empress and asked, "Your realm is the highest here. What did you feel just now?"

Empress Fengyu had a strange look on her face. After a long while, she slowly opened her mouth and said, "Yang Zhen just said... this kind of power, he named it... Overlord Color!"

Hearing this strange name, everyone was stunned.

The mean cat thought for a long time, nodded, and said: "Indeed, throughout history, the overlords of every world are very lustful."

Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er rolled their eyes at the mean cat. Hua Youyue looked at Empress Fengyu and said, "It should be a kind of momentum, right?"

Empress Fengyu was stunned, nodded and said: "Somewhat similar, but also somewhat different, this kind of domineering color... I can't resist it."

"What?"

Hearing this domineering look, even Empress Fengyu could not resist, and everyone subconsciously exclaimed.

What kind of terrifying imperial technique is this that even the powerful emperors cannot resist?

(End of this chapter)