Yang Zhen didn't particularly want to know what happened at that time. Anyway, the world was already like this. Those great saints and emperors who had shocked the world throughout history had disappeared. Now the world was stable, and this kind of life was pretty good.

It’s just that Yang Zhen is more interested in the Hailongchi, and what’s going on with the Emperor’s Mark on his heart.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered that blood species.

When Yang Zhen first got the blood seed, he felt it was unusual. Now that he thinks about it, the aura of the blood seed is almost the same as the blood aura here.

Just as he was about to take out the blood species to have a look, Yang Zhen's heart suddenly moved again. He stared at the sea dragon clan who were still fighting with Gu Lao in mid-air, and his expression became even more strange.

This was Yang Zhen's first time seeing the Sea Dragon Clan. He had never seen them before, let alone heard of them. But he suddenly remembered that the shadows he had dreamed of the night before coming to the Sea Dragon Pool were undoubtedly the Sea Dragon Clan! The dream in which countless Sea Dragons were staring at the endless treasures in his arms.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen almost broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, the Sea Dragon Clan, whom he had never seen before, actually appeared in his dream, staring at him with wide eyes. Could it be that the Sea Dragon Clan had appeared in his dream before he came? Damn, this matter is getting more and more mysterious.

Yang Zhen really wants to leave this damn place now.

When Yang Zhen took out the blood seed, a mutation occurred. As soon as the blood seed entered Yang Zhen's hand, it immediately turned into a ray of blood light and merged into Yang Zhen's hand. Not to mention Jianmao and Wang Meiling, even Yang Zhen himself could not see clearly what the blood seed looked like now.

Yang Zhen was startled and shook his hands quickly. Amid the strange expressions on Jianmao and Wang Meiling's faces, his eyes rolled back, he kicked his legs, and fainted with a plop.

With the last bit of consciousness, Yang Zhen heard the distorted voice of the mean cat, "Fuck!" Darkness, endless darkness.

When Yang Zhen woke up again, he found himself standing on a sea of ​​blood. Endless fishy wind blew in his face, and his body rose and fell with the blood.

A wave of heart-pounding cold air enveloped Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen tried to lift his feet, and fell into the sea of ​​blood with a plop.

"Grass!"

I don't know how long I sunk, Yang Zhen felt waves of heart-wrenching pain in his body, as if all the blood vessels in his body were bursting and a burning fire was burning fiercely. The pain made Yang Zhen feel like he was dying, and he experienced this over and over again for who knows how many times. Finally, the feeling disappeared.

Along with the severe pain, the endless surging sea of ​​blood also disappeared.

When Yang Zhen regained consciousness again, the environment around him had turned into an extremely huge circular island.

The island is full of birdsong and flowers, and various animals and plants are thriving. Some creatures are spiritual and are growing and living tirelessly.

What made Yang Zhen feel a little strange was that there was an almost barbaric atmosphere on this small island, as if he had traveled through time and space and arrived in the previous period.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen felt a pain in his chest, and the Emperor's Mark that had disappeared reappeared. There was faint blood flowing, and it seemed to contain endless waves of fire, burning violently.

Yang Zhen half-knelt on the ground in pain, cold sweat dripping onto the ground, then instantly evaporated and disappeared without a trace.

An extremely desolate and domineering force rushed madly into Yang Zhen's bones, blood and flesh, as if trying to change something inside Yang Zhen's body.

Yang Zhen was shocked and angry at the same time. No matter what the hell it was, even if it was something left by the emperor, Yang Zhen was unwilling to let him change his body at will.

Just like the way of the Great Sage Chenxue, Yang Zhen killed him without any regret.

"Damn it, you want to change my body, you're dreaming!"

Now that he knew that the Great Saint Chenxue and the Great Emperor Donghuang were preparing for their own funerals, who knew if this thing that looked like blood and fire would change his body, would he still be himself? Boom! A terrifying power fluctuation suddenly erupted in Yang Zhen's body. Both the power of consciousness and the power of soul were activated to the maximum extent by Yang Zhen. Waves of dragon and elephant roars came, roaring in Yang Zhen's body.

Boom! Yang Zhen's body seemed to be collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. Endless and turbulent momentum erupted and rushed towards the blazing flames.

Buzz! The raging fire encountered an obstruction, and suddenly a blood-colored aura erupted, and the entire fire wave suddenly turned red.

Yang Zhen let out an aha and gnashed his teeth as he said, "The fox's tail is now exposed. The bloody flames are obviously not good things. Destroy them for me, the Saint!"

Puff! The two terrifying forces collided with each other, and Yang Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face became even more resolute.

No one knew what this blood-red fire wave was, but it was even more terrifying than all of Yang Zhen's power unleashed. Yang Zhen actually had a vague feeling that he couldn't resist it.

My own body couldn't even resist the fucking invaders, how could this be tolerated? Yang Zhen gritted his teeth and made up his mind to burn all the blood in his body. Waves of violent power suddenly roared like thunder, enveloping the blood-colored air wave.

Under endless pain, Yang Zhen's expression became distorted, but he laughed loudly. When he was hovering between life and death, a sound of something breaking came from Yang Zhen's body.

A feeling of blood mingling came over him, and Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, a blessing in disguise came out. Yang Zhen actually broke through the shackles of his soul and body and completely merged his soul and body.

After traveling through time, although Yang Zhen was able to fully control this body, his soul was not the original owner of this body after all. Now that he had broken through the shackles, Yang Zhen's body seemed to have been refined from scratch, and his soul had been completely integrated.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

In principle, such a body is completely different from the original one. It is a body that belongs entirely to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly. The feeling of blood mingling made Yang Zhen use everything as easily as with his own arms. With a thought, a force almost like destiny burst out, and in the blink of an eye he refined the blood-colored fire wave.

A thumb-sized golden flame floated quietly in front of Yang Zhen. It did not have any violent aura, but instead gave Yang Zhen a friendly feeling.

At the same time, waves of enlightenment appeared in Yang Zhen's consciousness, drowning Yang Zhen's soul in the blink of an eye.

Wild Heaven Technique! Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help being overjoyed. This blood species actually possessed such a domineering martial art. No, Wild Heaven Technique had already transcended the scope of martial arts.

A name that would attract all the cultivators in the world appeared in Yang Zhen’s mind: unique skills!

"Is this a blessing in disguise?" Yang Zhen murmured to himself and looked at his chest. The imperial mark of Emperor Donghuang finally disappeared and Yang Zhen did not sense any breath of existence.

At this moment, a series of broken pictures appeared in Yang Zhen's mind. Yang Zhen's expression became more and more weird. Then the picture broke and Yang Zhen's body gradually became disintegrated.

When Yang Zhen woke up completely, Wang Meiling was supporting him and wiping his sweat. His clothes were already soaked and blood red, as if his sweat was mixed with blood.

Seeing Yang Zhen wake up, Jianmao and Wang Meiling immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, you finally woke up. What happened? You're sweating and bleeding, and you're even on fire... Hey, where are you going?"

Yang Zhen did not answer the question of the mean cat. He stood up with a strange look on his face, walked to the bottom of the battle between Gu Lao and the Sea Dragon Clan, raised his head, took a deep breath and shouted:

“Stop it!”

(End of this chapter)