Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "It's not necessarily fake. It's very likely that it's Ziwei Tianzun, but a trace of consciousness is trapped inside."
The mean cat was stunned and said in surprise: "Isn't that very dangerous? What if we are trapped in there too?"
Yang Zhen sneered and said, "What a joke! Would this Saint be trapped in a mere wooden house?"
"That's true!" The bitch cat staggered and followed Yang Zhen in the direction they came from, while the bitch followed behind them with a confused look on her face.
When we arrived at the snake road, the flashlight was still working furiously. A snake-shaped light marked the correct route, and the wooden house happened to be at one of the nodes.
The more Yang Zhen looked at the wooden house, the more unusual it seemed. How could the person who set up the snake path restriction put such an abrupt thing inside? Could it be that he lived in it to guard the snake path?
With the algorithm of Snake Path, which is a high-level mathematical method, only a handful of people can get in. Yang Zhen didn't think that there was anyone smarter than him at that time who could come up with such a charming way to break the formation.
Yang Zhen and Jianmao looked at each other and said, "You two wait here for me. If there is danger in there and I am really trapped inside, you can find a way to get me out."
The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously and said, "Boy, are you sure you want to go in alone?"
Yang Zhen stretched his muscles and said, "We are idle anyway. Instead of all of you following me in and risking your lives, why don't you two stay here to protect me... although your protection is useless!"
The mean cat was furious, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, just go without worry. If you can't get out, we will tear this place down and make sure you never get out again."
Damn, this bastard! Yang Zhen kicked the mean cat, and the mean cat immediately laughed and dodged.
Chatting along the way, Yang Zhen looked back in the direction of Qiankun Holy Sect, lowered his head and re-entered the Snake Road.
Not far away, Mo Xueling looked at this side with deep eyes, muttering to herself: "Yang Zhen went in like this, something that even Tianzun couldn't comprehend. This... isn't he afraid of being trapped in there?"
Shanyang looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Spirit girl, I always feel that Yang Zhen is an extraordinary person."
Areda nodded and said, "This person must be extraordinary. I didn't expect this place to be the legendary Qiankun Holy Sect. It is said that Qiankun Holy Sect was a super large sect in the Shangheng period. Suddenly one day it disappeared without a trace. What happened?"
Mo Xueling pondered for a moment and said, "The most powerful inheritance of the Qiankun Holy Sect is the Qiankun Nine Swords, which is now in the possession of Hua Lingnv. Now that Yang Zhen has entered that place, let's go look for some other inheritances."
The three of them took a deep look in the direction of the snake road, then turned and left.
Mo Xueling's voice floated softly: "I don't know if Yang Zhen will go to Beiyu. Now the news of Desolate Heaven True Mark has not spread. We don't have much time, so hurry up."
…
Yang Zhen entered the wooden house smoothly and was stunned for a moment.
The furnishings in the wooden house were very simple, with only a table and a stool. On the wall directly opposite, there was a huge Tibetan character hung, written crookedly, which made Yang Zhen curl his lips.
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However, the more Yang Zhen stared at the hidden words on the wall, the more confused he became. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the wooden bench without realizing it.
As soon as he sat down, Yang Zhen felt a shock all over his body. It was as if someone was shining a strong flashlight in front of his eyes. A strong feeling of blindness came over him, and he felt dizzy, as if he was in the clouds.
When he woke up again, Yang Zhen had arrived at a vast and desolate land with endless mountains and rivers. There was a desolate atmosphere everywhere, which was ancient and solemn.
"What the hell is this place?"
Yang Zhen looked around, but there was nothing special. It was as if he was still in the wooden house the moment before, and the next moment he was kicked into the ancient world by a mysterious force. He had no clues and didn't even know where to go.
What made Yang Zhen feel most overwhelmed was that the time here seemed to be eternal. The dim sun in the sky was hanging half-dead in the sky. There was no wind, and Yang Zhen could not even feel any warmth or cold.
In such a place, it's good enough not to collapse! Yang Zhen tried to circulate the Shangyuan Ancient Scripture in his body and found that the power in his body was all there. He was relieved. The Thunder Sword was broken. Yang Zhen had to find a long sword in the storage ring and flew between heaven and earth. He didn't know how long he had been around, and he came back to the starting point again.
At this moment, even Yang Zhen's heart almost panicked. He cursed his mother and simply sat down, took a deep breath, and calmed his mind.
Mo Fan from the Qiankun Holy Sect must have been to this place and was able to get out, but he was unable to learn anything from it. This was Yang Zhen's greatest reliance, and the reason why he dared to barge in so rashly.
Ziwei Tianzun only has a trace of spiritual consciousness here, and he can go out, but he seems unable to get away from this place. In other words, this ghost place has a certain restraining effect on spiritual consciousness. Thinking of this, Yang Zhen secretly thanked God that he did not cultivate to the realm of wandering, otherwise, if he couldn't help but let his spiritual consciousness leave his body, he might really be trapped here and unable to get out.
After filtering all the information in his mind, Yang Zhen looked at the sun that did not appear out of place in the sky, grinned, and closed his eyes.
This closure lasted for several days! ...
Most of the people in the Spirit Road had already left, even Hua Youyue had completed the inheritance and left. They stood quietly at the exit of the Snake Road with a sword, staring at the wooden house in a daze.
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The bitch cat and the slutty chicken started fighting again. The two idiots were evenly matched. The bitch cat seemed to enjoy slapping the slutty chicken's head with his claws, and the slutty chicken would grab the bitch cat's tail and perform the Eighteen Dragon Kicks whenever he got the chance, making the bitch cat wail and get furious.
Mo Xueling and the others came to Hua Youyue, hesitating to speak, and finally sighed and said, "Are you really not leaving with us?"
Hua Youyue looked at Mo Xueling, shook her head and said, "I'll wait here for him to come out!"
Bitch Cat threw Saoji out, staggered to Hua Youyue, and said, "Little girl, Bitch Yang has been in there for so long, and there is no movement at all. Maybe he is no longer here."
Hearing what the mean cat said, Hua Youyue was shocked and shook her head and said, "Even if he is not here, he will definitely come to find me."
Mo Xueling smiled bitterly and said, "The Spiritual Road is about to close, do you still want to wait here?"
Seeing that Hua Youyue was hesitant to speak, Mo Xueling took Hua Youyue's hand and said, "What the cheap cat said is right. What if Yang Zhenzhen is not here anymore, and you are trapped in the spiritual path? This would be... not good!"
Before Mo Xueling finished speaking, the entire Qiankun Holy Sect ruins suddenly shook violently.
"Hurry, let's get out of here, the spiritual road will be closed soon!" Mo Xueling didn't say anything and pulled Hua Youyue to rush out of the spiritual road.
Boom! A terrifying sound surged over, and behind them, a destructive aura rushed over, as if the whole world was boiling, and everyone's faces changed continuously.
Hua Youyue looked back with a deep and determined expression. She took a deep breath and turned around resolutely, but was grabbed by Mo Xueling and forcibly pulled out of the spiritual path.
Inside the wooden house, Yang Zhen's eyes were deep, like lightning, looking at the wild world that had turned upside down, muttering to himself: "I don't know if the little girl and the bitch cat have left. Don't be stupid and wait for me here. Damn it, the bitch cat will definitely not, the little girl... the bitch cat should take her away."
At this point, Yang Zhen's eyes narrowed, he placed his hands on the ground of the Wild World, and shouted softly: "Collect!"
(End of this chapter)