A dim yellow light burst out from Yang Zhen's eyes. He grimaced in pain and cursed: "Damn it, I didn't expect that receiving a heavenly book would be so painful. What a loss."

The terrifying wave lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour before Yang Zhen tilted his head and lay crookedly on the wooden bench, gasping for breath, without any strength in his body.

In his mind, a huge and ancient thing like a book was shining brightly, which complemented the Heavenly Book of Mysterious Principles that Yang Zhen had obtained before. However, on this Heavenly Book, there were three large seal characters engraved, which looked like they were gilded. The three words "Ksitigarbha" were ancient and vigorous, revealing a breath of heaven and earth!

The Heavenly Book is divided into the Earthly Book and contains the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Even with every extremely subtle breath, one can feel a stream of ancient and ancient aura coming from it.

Panting for a while, Yang Zhen grinned: "What is this called? This is called a genius, don't you think so, bitch cat, bitch cat?"

The sound of someone shouting 666 nearby made Yang Zhen stunned. He opened his eyes and looked, and was immediately confused.

The wooden house had disappeared, or rather had collapsed. Only a wooden bench under Yang Zhen was still intact. Everywhere else was in ruins, and Yang Zhen was buried entirely under the rocks.

"Damn, the peak collapsed?"

Although Yang Zhen had a premonition when he collected the Heavenly Book and Earthly Store Chapter that once he collected the Heavenly Book and Earthly Store Chapter, this world would probably cease to exist, he did not expect that it would be destroyed so thoroughly.

This... Fortunately no one saw it, otherwise Yang Zhen would be charged with the crime of destroying the spiritual peak and it would be a bit uncomfortable for him.

But it was comfortable if no one saw it. Yang Zhen stood up, felt the surrounding soil and rocks with his spiritual sense, and immediately cursed.

This is not just buried in the soil and rocks, it is buried under the mountain, or the entire wooden house has sunk to a depth of dozens of feet below the ground.

Yang Zhen stood there in confusion. In this situation, let alone one punch, even two or two hundred punches would probably bury him under the rubble before he could even get out.

The first inheritor in the world to be suffocated to death, this is a good name.

Yang Zhen laughed at himself and placed his hands on the dirt and rocks beside him. A dim yellow light suddenly burst out of his eyes and disappeared in a flash. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see anything unusual.

"Earth Store Technique!"

With a light shout from Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and whizzed through the rocks.

Yang Zhen was shocked. He did not expect that the skills recorded in the Heavenly Book and Ksitigarbha Chapter were so mysterious. He was unable to adapt for a moment and suddenly lost his direction, running around underground like a headless fly.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Yang Zhen finally rushed out with a bang. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Grass!"

This was a cliff. Yang Zhen's body was still in the process of practicing the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva technique. He was unable to convert the energy for a while and fell directly from mid-air.

On the ground, two groups of people were fighting. Two women were clinging to each other. Their bodies were stained with blood, their blood was boiling, and their faces were pale. It was obvious that they were at the end of their strength.

A group of monks nearby had gloomy expressions and surrounded the two women, attacking them non-stop. Just when they were about to capture the two women, they heard a strange scream and were startled and looked up quickly.

Boom! Yang Zhen finally converted his true energy back, but it was too late. He fell to the ground like a cannonball, creating a deep pit.

The people around were all dumbfounded. They stood there not daring to move, staring at Yang Zhen in the pit, with a look of surprise and doubt on their faces.

"Pah!"

Yang Zhen spat out the weeds in his mouth, got up in a somewhat embarrassed manner, patted the dirt off his body, looked at the group of confused people and said, "I'm sorry to interrupt your fight, please continue, continue..."

Two women in the crowd looked anxious. One of the young women wanted to say something but was stopped by the other middle-aged woman, who shook her head secretly.

As Yang Zhen walked, he was thinking about the Ksitigarbha Technique in the Ksitigarbha Chapter, and how to grasp the direction next time he used it. When he looked up and saw a long sword, he asked in surprise: "My fellow Taoist, why are you pointing a sword at me, the Sao Saint?"

This Sao Saint? Hearing Yang Zhen's strange address, a middle-aged man in front of him was stunned and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Are you the remnant of the Yang family?"

"Yang family?" Yang Zhen was stunned and said, "My surname is Yang, but I am not the Yang family. My fellow Taoist, please move aside and stop blocking my way."

A gloomy look flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. He made way with a half-smile and said, "Goodbye, young master."

"Thank you!"

Yang Zhen clasped his hands and walked straight out. Suddenly, a delicate cry came: "Young Master, be careful!"

"Huh?" Yang Zhen turned around and looked towards the source of the voice in surprise.

A black shadow suddenly appeared beside Yang Zhen, with a cold flash of sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Yang Zhen's chest.

Yang Zhen was surprised. He turned around and saw a ferocious face. It was a young monk next to the middle-aged man. He said fiercely, "Boy, since your last name is Yang, don't even think about leaving... What?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

What the hell?

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the long sword stabbing at him, completely confused. What do you mean if someone with the surname Yang also comes up, then don't leave? Has someone with the surname Yang eaten your rice or slept in your bed?

Dang! There was a sound of clashing swords. The young monk's swordsmanship was sharp and accurate, and he stabbed Yang Zhen's chest directly. However, it seemed that his strength was a little weak, and not only did he fail to penetrate, but he also twisted the sword in half.

The middle-aged monk was bewildered, staring blankly at the broken sword in his hand. He let out a strange cry and retreated explosively. After a moment, he was back to a distance and looked at Yang Zhen in horror.

Yang Zhen looked down and saw that his clothes, which had been worn out by the rocks, now had a small hole, revealing the skin on his chest. The cool wind blew and he felt cold.

Seeing such an incredible scene, everyone was stunned, looking at Yang Zhen in confusion and bewilderment... He swallowed hard at the piece of skin exposed through the hole in his clothes.

Yang Zhen slowly raised his hand to cover the small hole in his clothes, turned his head to look at the young man holding the broken sword, and said viciously: "Damn it, you dare to stab me?"

"Get started!" the middle-aged man shouted, and more than ten cultivators rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The delicate young woman was startled and rushed forward with a sword in hand: "Young Master, be careful!"

The middle-aged woman was also shocked. Seeing everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her face changed. With a light rebuke, her sword suddenly emitted a green light and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

A long sword stabbed towards Yang Zhen's head. Yang Zhen shook his head, it was too slow.

After dodging the long sword, Yang Zhen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ground, muttering to himself: "Ksitigarbha Technique, Bind!"

Boom! Waves of earth rolled up and appeared right under the feet of a dozen monks. Everyone felt something strange under their feet and looked down. Suddenly, their hair stood up.

"What...what the hell is this thing?" The middle-aged man cried out in surprise, raised his sword and stabbed downwards, but with a cry he stabbed his own foot and his face turned pale with pain.

(End of this chapter)