Everyone inside and outside the Three Flowers Holy Land had a look of horror on their faces, and many people even started running outside.

What a joke, with these hundreds of heavenly punishments, even a great emperor would be blasted into pieces. After Yang Zhen's death, who among the people of the Sanhua Holy Land can withstand so many heavenly punishments? The two emperors of the Wu Lin tribe will definitely not help the Sanhua Holy Land. At this time, it is already very good that the two emperors did not add insult to injury. Who can expect them to help the Sanhua Holy Land overcome the calamity?

The Golden Eagle Emperor and the other three could resist for a while, but it was only for a short while.

The three of them have no life-or-death relationship with the Three Flowers Holy Land. They will resist for a while, but only for a while. When they can no longer resist, no one thinks that the three of them will live and die with the Three Flowers Holy Land.

In other words, once Yang Zhen dies, the Sanhua Holy Land will almost certainly be destroyed.

Even though things have come to this, anyone who still dares to stay in the Sanhua Holy Land is not afraid of death.

More and more cultivators began to leave the Sanhua Holy Land, looking as if they hated themselves for not having two more legs. Those who remained in the Sanhua Holy Land all wanted to see what happened to Yang Zhen, how this unprecedented existence finally died under heaven's punishment.

The two emperors of the Wu Lin tribe looked at each other with excitement on their faces. They had waited so long for the opportunity and they didn't want to waste it.

I can't leave, no matter what. I must capture Yang Zhen's soul first.

"Shall we take action?" The middle-aged emperor's eyes were sparkling, as if he saw the power of the void and the power of faith waving at him.

The old man pondered for a moment, suppressed the excitement on his face, and said solemnly: "Wait a little longer. Although the Three Flowers Holy Land is about to be destroyed, this incident will inevitably cause an uproar in the entire Great Wilderness World. We can't be too ostentatious, so as not to attract unnecessary trouble. Wait until Yang Zhen dies, maybe we can secretly kidnap him without alerting others."

"Is this... possible?" A hint of hesitation flashed across the middle-aged emperor's face.

The old man pondered, looked at Yang Zhen's head with a smile, and said, "Everything is possible!"

At this moment, violent thunder in the air blasted and landed on Yang Zhen's head.

"Hurry, now!"

The old man shouted loudly, and the whole person disappeared from the spot and rushed into the air.

A hint of joy appeared on the middle-aged emperor's face. Without having time to agree, he followed the old man and rushed into the air.

The two's every move had been under the attention of everyone in the Three Flowers Holy Land. When they made this move, the faces of the Golden Eagle Emperor and others suddenly changed drastically, and they shouted angrily: "Not good, those two want to snatch Yang's soul, follow me!"

Boom boom boom! The auras of the three great emperors rose violently, and terrifying air waves surged in the air. Waves of auras that could destroy the world rose into the sky and rushed into the air.

Five figures, like lightning, rushed to the edge of the thunder punishment in the blink of an eye.

Unless one is a cultivator at the level of the Great Emperor, one would not dare to get too close to such a heavenly wrath and thunder punishment. If one gets too close and causes the wrath of heaven, one would also be implicated.

The cultivators at the Great Emperor level had much stronger control over their own power and were able to avoid it just right. Even so, the five Great Emperors did not rush into the thunder punishment immediately, but waited quietly in mid-air.

The Golden Eagle Emperor showed a trace of anger on his face. He stared at the two Wulin Clan Emperors and said, "Taking advantage of someone's misfortune doesn't seem to be something we can do."

The old man laughed loudly, looked at the Golden Eagle Emperor with a playful expression and said, "Golden Eagle, you are considered to be the best in Southern Xinjiang. How can you say such a thing?"

The middle-aged emperor nodded and said, "Throughout the ages, the winner is the king. There is no such thing as what can and cannot be done. They are just some constraints of heaven and earth. You and I have not stopped cultivating to the realm of the emperor. Aren't we aiming to escape the constraints of heaven and earth one day and become the supreme existence?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across the Golden Eagle Emperor's face. He snorted coldly and said nothing.

The Emperor of the East Desert laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "It is said that the people of Southern Border are rude and unreasonable, they don't have many tricks, but they are very eloquent. Now I have learned what it means to be eloquent. You have made such a high-sounding statement about taking advantage of others' misfortune. It is a bit ridiculous."

The East Desolate Emperor's eyes narrowed, and a long sword gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand. He stared at the old man and said, "I want to try again!"

The people of the Wu Lin clan have strange and changeable methods. Emperor Donghuang had met them once before. Although he suffered a loss, he still had lingering fears.

Now that we are about to face off, we naturally cannot be careless at all.

The old man laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "My target today is Yang Zhen's soul. As for you guys, that is a matter for the future. Now Yang Zhen is dead... dead..."

Having said this, the old man's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen a ghost, and looked towards the place in the air where the thunder punishment dissipated.

Yang Zhen, who originally had only his head left, was standing there intact.

No, not standing there, but putting on clothes slowly and leisurely.

Seeing this bizarre scene that was beyond everyone's comprehension, even the two emperors of the Wu Lin tribe were stunned. Their eyes were bigger than those of cows, and their faces were full of alpaca expressions.

This...how is this possible?

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With hundreds of such violent and destructive heavenly punishments, Yang Zhen was left with only a head. How could he be intact and still wearing clothes? Everything was silent. Inside and outside the Three Flowers Holy Land, all the creatures with a little intelligence looked at Yang Zhen in mid-air with a confused look on their faces.

Yang Zhen was originally bending over to pull up his trousers and put on his trouser legs when he suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He hurriedly looked outside and was a little confused.

No one knew when the thunderbolt had dissipated, and now he was naked, completely exposed to everyone's sight.

Damn, fairy tales are all lies.

This is clearly not how it's played out on TV. Doesn't this kind of deadly divine punishment always wait until the protagonist passes on his clothes and makes an incredibly handsome entrance before slowly dissipating?

How come when it came to this Saint, the clothes weren't even passed around yet and they started to disperse?

Bullying, isn't that too bullying? Yang Zhen waved his hand hastily, and the thunderclouds around him gathered again, rumbling and enveloping his figure.

Because I let go, my pants fell to my ankles.

Seeing this strange scene, everyone gasped.

They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The Golden Eagle Emperor suddenly laughed loudly, his voice as loud as a bell, and said with a playful look on his face: "I don't know why, but I really want to laugh now."

Emperor Donghuang also laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "This bastard boy always seems to stir up trouble after every job he does."

"Well, I wonder what they are going to do this time!" Emperor Aotian showed a sarcastic look on his face. He looked at the two Wulin clan emperors leisurely and said in a gloomy tone: "Boy, what should we do next?"

Yang Zhen's voice came, a little hesitant: "This Sao Saint has just broken through, and it seems that I have mastered incredible power. Otherwise, how about killing two emperors to offer sacrifice to the heaven?"

(End of this chapter)