So shameless and despicable.

As a great emperor, he actually chose to use a sneak attack to kill Yang Zhen.

As soon as the old man from the Wulin tribe appeared, he was met with waves of curses.

But if cursing was effective, there wouldn't be so many shameless people in the world.

Amidst the crowd's curses, a hint of fanaticism flashed across the face of the old man from the Wu Lin clan, and he suddenly pressed his hands towards the back of Yang Zhen's head.

If this hits the target, not to mention Yang Zhen, even a mountain would be crushed into pieces.

Moreover, the plan of the old man from the Wu Lin tribe was obviously far from that. Once he successfully killed Yang Zhen, at such a close distance, no one would be able to snatch Yang Zhen's soul from him.

Even if Yang Zhen has more magical powers, more than the Wu Lin clan, it is impossible for him to eject his soul at the moment of death.

If Yang Zhen really had such means, then the elder of the Wu Lin tribe would have nothing to say, but does Yang Zhen have it?

At least the elders of the Wulin tribe did not believe that Yang Zhen could achieve such sophisticated calculations and control in such a short time.

The smile on the face of the old man from the Wu Lin clan became more and more intense. This method of instantly refining the heaven and earth almost gave him the ability to teleport. The number of emperors who died at the hands of his power was so great that they could not be counted on one hand.

The Hand of the Emperor of Destruction!

This is a very appropriate name given by the elder of the Wulin tribe to his magical power.

Seeing that his hands had already patted on the back of Yang Zhen's head, the feeling of touching his hair had been transmitted to the spiritual space through his hands.

Hey, you know what, this bastard Yang Zhen is not only handsome, but also has good hair quality. Unlike the old man, he has bald hair and can only support the middle part.

"Go to hell, kid!"

The Wulin tribe shouted loudly, and smashed Yang Zhen's head into pieces with both hands, causing his brains to pop out.

Countless exclamations were heard, and everyone's faces changed wildly, and they all rushed towards Yang Zhen frantically.

Even if we cannot save Yang Zhen’s life immediately, we must snatch Yang Zhen’s soul as soon as possible. Otherwise, everything in the Sanhua Holy Land will be over.

The middle-aged emperor of the Wu Lin tribe also showed a satisfying smile on his face. Killing the opponent so quickly and efficiently has always been the Wu Lin tribe’s favorite thing to do.

Although he did not do it himself, the sight of Yang Zhen's head exploding already made the middle-aged emperor feel an almost morbid pleasure.

However, just as everyone rushed towards Yang Zhen and the two great emperors of the Wu Lin tribe had hideous and distorted faces, ready to peel off Yang Zhen's skin and capture his soul, everyone in the Sanhua Holy Land was stunned, looking behind the old man of the Wu Lin tribe with confused faces.

Especially the middle-aged emperor of the Wu Lin clan, he staggered forward, a confused look on his face, his eyeballs almost popped out, he pointed behind the old man of the Wu Lin clan, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Yang Zhen, he saw Yang Zhen! Not only was Yang Zhen safe and sound, he also came behind the Wulin clan elder.

How is this possible?

Could it be that Yang Zhen also had the means to refine the heaven and earth in an instant? This was impossible. The means to refine the heaven and earth in an instant was the inheritance of the Wulin clan for tens of thousands of years and had never been leaked out.

No, even if the Wu Lin clan's method of refining the heaven and earth were leaked, the elders of the Wu Lin clan should be able to sense it instantly and respond, but what about now?

Looking at the confused expression on the face of the old man from the Wu Lin tribe, it was obvious that he realized something was wrong. No, it was an expression between realizing something was wrong, but not knowing what was wrong.

“After, after, after…”

The middle-aged emperor looked anxious, and pointed his trembling finger behind the old man of the Wu Lin tribe.

A trace of doubt flashed across the face of the Wulin tribe elder. He looked at the middle-aged emperor and said tentatively with a confused look on his face: "Hahaha?"

Everyone staggered when they heard it.

Fuck your behind, behind, behind, hahahaha, I'm still ole ole ole ole.

The next second, Yang Zhen's hand was already on the back of the old man from the Wu Lin tribe.

However, what greeted him was a fist as big as a sandbag.

Boom! The sound of fists hitting flesh was heard, and the old man of the Wulin tribe screamed and flew out, his face full of confusion, and blood from his nose spurted two meters high.

"This is impossible!"

The old man from the Wu Lin tribe drew a horizontal line in the air. Yes, it was a horizontal line. Because the speed was so fast, even the arc could not be seen.

Yang Zhen's head was broken and his body was also broken. It was obviously not the real Yang Zhen, but a shadow clone.

What kind of shadow clone could be so lifelike? The Wulin clan elder was unable to react until he landed on the ground. What on earth was going on?

How could a kid at the Emperor level play with the two of them at his fingertips? You have to know that this kind of feeling should be what they have.

This is not fair!

Oh my god, this isn’t fair! A look of fury flashed across the face of the Wulin clan elder. He stood up with a somersault, looked at Yang Zhen with a ferocious expression, and roared, “Go!”

Buzz! The sky and the earth changed color, and the old man disappeared from everyone's sight.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

The middle-aged emperor saw the old man suddenly stand up and rushed towards Yang Zhen. Halfway through, he heard a voice of someone walking away in frustration, and he almost cursed as he staggered.

You old man, why are you shouting so vigorously? The next moment, the middle-aged emperor looked at Yang Zhen deeply and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you are dead. Next time, there will be more than just the two of us."

Seeing the two emperors of the Wu Lin tribe disappear in mid-air, the people in the Sanhua Holy Land finally reacted, with excitement on their faces.

The mean cat even rushed to Yang Zhen's side, looked him up and down, and asked curiously: "Boy, how did you do it? You only have a head left, but you are safe and sound now?"

Yang Zhen blinked and said, "Guess?"

The mean cat curled his lips and said, "Do you want me to guess? You must have used some tricks to dig a hole for the two guys to jump in."

Yang Zhen sighed and said, "You are wrong. I am seriously injured. Otherwise, how could the two guys leave so easily?"

What? Everyone was surprised to hear this.

Especially Hua Youyue and others, they hurriedly surrounded him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "It's okay. How many times have I survived the heavenly punishment just now?"

It seemed like these heavenly punishments were easily overcome, and Yang Zhen was left with only his head, but it was not an illusion, but was actually chopped into pieces.

The world-destroying punishment from heaven, what a joke! If Yang Zhen had not realized the power of the origin of heaven and earth in time, Yang Zhen would probably be left with only a soul, floating somewhere unknown.

However, this tribulation was the one that Yang Zhen gained the most in history. If his current strength were restored to its peak, he could easily defeat two powerful men, the old man from the Wu Lin clan and the middle-aged emperor, with one slap each without any delay.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that Yang Zhen was still concerned about this issue.

Yang Zhen is fine!

At least nothing serious happened!

"There are a total of three hundred and eighty-six heavenly punishments, one hundred and twenty of which are world-destroying punishments. Boy, you have surpassed that person." The mean cat laughed on the side.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said, "It doesn't matter whether it exceeds or not. If I'm not mistaken, the world will change within half a month."

"Change?" The Golden Eagle Emperor asked in a deep voice, "How?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the Golden Eagle Emperor and said, "Xuyan Realm is actually not a virtual world!"

"What?" Golden Eagle Emperor and others were shocked.

(End of this chapter)