The horror of the evil shadow black glutton does not lie in how much it can swallow in one bite, but in its ability to make others daydream anytime and anywhere.

This thing is a nightmare to people with weak willpower. One tap on it and you'll start a daydream, and you'll shiver for a long time before you can adapt. It's just the same as the stiffness attribute, or even more powerful than the stiffness attribute, because this thing is not passive and has no CD. You can get the effect immediately when you tap it.

If you see a rather lustful person, then you can slap him/her right away, and maybe you will be able to have an orgasm, shiver to the peak of your life and then enter saint mode.

Oh shit!

The more you think about it, the more cunning it seems!

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, shouldered the Great Sword towards him, and said, "Congratulations, you got the answer right, and I'll give you a Daydream as a reward!"

Boom! A terrifying force erupted from under Yang Zhen's feet, and the swamp ground burst open. Dragging the Daque sword, he swept through the mud like a storm and rushed towards the leader.

The leader's face changed drastically, and he quickly took two steps back. He said something incoherently to the tribesmen who were still fighting with Hua Youyue and others. He was furious and hysterical.

Those members of the Shanggeng Secret Clan who were still fighting with Hua Youyue and others were all shocked, their faces ferocious, and they abandoned Hua Youyue and others and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

Hua Youyue and the others' faces changed drastically, and they were about to rush towards Yang Zhen to help him.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, the sword in his hand was wielded fiercely, and he shouted: "Don't come over, I can beat a hundred of them alone!"

Hua Youyue and the others were stunned when they heard this, and then stopped.

Mo Xueling said anxiously: "Yang Zhen, don't show off. The body movements of those Shanggeng secret tribe members are very strange, and their swordsmanship is super... this..."

Hua Youyue had a bright smile on her face, although she was a little worried, but more of it was curiosity.

Faced with so many members of the Shangheng Secret Tribe, some of whom have the ability to disappear at any time, how can Yang Zhen defeat a hundred of them alone?

The next moment, Hua Youyue and Mo Xueling looked at each other with an incredible look on their faces.

The others looked at Yang Zhen in bewilderment, and the mean cat even muttered to himself: "Damn, do these rabbits have a special hobby of being beaten? Why do they feel more comfortable the more they are beaten?"

After those people from the Shanggeng Secret Clan chased after Yang Zhen, they obviously underestimated the terrifying power of the Daque Sword. Many of them used the exquisite small swords in their hands to resist the Daque Sword, but were naturally knocked away by Yang Zhen's Daque Sword. Their wailing sounds were a little miserable at first, but turned into moans before they hit the ground, which made Yang Zhen shudder.

So horrible!

The leader's face changed again, this time it was flushed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "There is something strange about Yang Zhen's weapon, don't fight him head-on, find a chance to kill him!"

Buzz! There was a roar between heaven and earth, and all the cultivators of the Shanggen Secret Clan disappeared. The entire swamp became hazy, and even Yang Zhen couldn't tell who was the human and who was the confusing aura released.

"Damn it, is being able to become invisible a big deal?" Yang Zhen cursed! "At least I can kill you easily!" The leader's voice came, sinister, and Yang Zhen almost swung his sword when he heard it.

Although he could not sense the exact breath of those people, Yang Zhen could feel that they did not leave, but were circling around, trying to find an opportunity to kill them with one blow.

This is the power of the Shanggeng Secret Clan in such a haunted place as the Forbidden Land of Life. If they hide, they are almost invincible. Who can do anything to them?

But Yang Zhen was a little confused. Three thousand years ago, Yao Fengzi seemed to have met the Shanggen Secret Clan here, and used the Ksitigarbha Root to form the word "Fuck" in the air and spread it out.

Now, three thousand years have passed, and this group of Shangheng Secret Clan is still here? If these people are not crazy, they should not be a group of people. They are so obsessed with this place... Yang Zhen laughed.

It is obvious that this place has obsessed the Shanggeng Secret Clan for three thousand years, and it is at least three thousand years, so there must be good things here!

Boom! "Multiple clones: Go to Limati!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, dozens of Yang Zhen rushed in all directions, scaring the leader of the Shanggeng Secret Clan so much that he sat down on the ground and almost slipped into the swamp.

"Impossible, you... you actually dared to use the power of true energy, you are dead, you are dead!"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, carrying the Great Sword and coming to the leader of the Shanggen Secret Clan, squatted down and said, "Who told you that only true energy can create a shadow clone? Do you think a goblin like you can understand the methods of this Sao Saint?"

"We are the great Shanghengmi tribe, not goblins!"

Yang Zhen poked the leader with his Daque sword and asked, "What tribe?"

“Shanggen...the secret tribe!” The leader trembled all over, his eyes rolled back, and he gritted his teeth and held on with great difficulty.

The rest of the Shanggeng Secret Clan members all appeared. Except for two unlucky guys who were killed by Yang Zhen's big punch, they all stared at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen glanced at the group of people behind him. The rest of his clones all contained a trace of his spiritual power and exploded with a bang.

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Boom! A member of the Secret Tribe was blown away.

"This is real!" The others screamed and rushed towards Yang Zhen, but several of them were slapped away by Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, who was squatting in front of the leader, hissed and poked the leader with the Daque sword. He shivered again and whispered, "Don't tell them, this is me, the coquettish saint. You see, you shiver when I poke you!"

The leader looked at Yang Zhen in horror: "Devil, you are a devil!"

Yang Zhen slapped the leader on the head and said, "How can this slut be a devil? I want to ask you, your invisibility is quite powerful, how did you do it..."

As he said that, Yang Zhen glared and said, "If you dare to say it's a racial talent, I'll throw you into the swamp!"

The leader was almost crying, both of his eyes had lost the ability to focus. The daydream function of Daquejian was so powerful that it was a bit difficult for him to bear.

What's more, this bastard Yang Zhen is simply like a devil. Whether in terms of force or scheming, he has firmly grasped the leader.

Seeing Yang Zhen staring with a terrifying look on his face, the leader cried, "What a talent!"

Yang Zhen sighed and shook his head: "There's no way to play now. You said you guys are gifted, but how can I learn from you? Tell me, how are we going to chat today?"

Hearing that Yang Zhen really wanted to learn this kind of talent, the leader looked at the Daque Sword with lingering fear. Seeing that Yang Zhen was about to slap the Daque Sword, the leader swallowed his saliva, stiffened his neck, and looked like he was ready to die.

Bang, bang, bang! Twenty or so people fell in front of the leader, all rolling their eyes, and several of them vomited. What made the leader even more terrified was that two of them had their trouser pockets wet, and they were still hugging each other and biting each other frantically. Those...those were two men.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t shoot…” The leader hastily shook his hands into a shadow and said hastily, “It’s… not that we can’t learn.”

(End of this chapter)