In the far north of Beiyu Island, in a horror movie, the Tianxue Holy Land seemed to appear out of thin air. The endless snow palaces were each as large as a spiritual school. There were countless disciples and powerful people everywhere.

Especially since the birth of the Tianxue Holy Land, it has conquered almost all the major sects in Beiyu with its extremely strong attitude. Even the ancient clan like the Guling Clan is terrified at the mention of it.

No one in Beiyu has ever heard of the Tianxue Holy Land, but the ancient tribes with a long heritage and some other secret tribes all know the origin of the Tianxue Holy Land.

It is said that in the Shangheng period, Emperor Tianxue was able to make snow fall for thousands of miles by himself. His power was comparable to that of nature, and his martial arts were profound. He was one of the few emperors in the Shangheng period who was admired by people.

But later, for some unknown reason, Emperor Tianxue suddenly disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving only the Tianxue Holy Land, which was gradually passed down.

The entire Beiyu was in turmoil, and almost all forces were headed by the Tianxue Holy Land. There was no other way. At this time, if they did not rely on the Tianxue Holy Land, once the Desolate Sky Festival in the sealed land broke out, it would be a catastrophe.

Even so, the entire Beiyu was in panic.

Now, everyone's obsession with finding Yang Zhen is not so strong anymore. With the Scaled Clan, a race that witnessed all the changes in the Tapir North Abyss, everyone in Beiyu has already understood the whole process.

I heard that Yang Zhen had killed a powerful God Transformation Stage expert by himself, and even the Tianxue Holy Land became interested in him. But for some reason, no one has seen any trace of Yang Zhen until now.

It seemed as if Yang Zhen had disappeared from heaven and earth.

Little did he know that Yang Zhen was too lazy to get involved in Beiyu's affairs. Not only was there no benefit, but he would also be involved in racial conflicts. Whoever wanted to do this thankless task could do it! "Boy, are you really not going?" The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen with a strange look on his face and asked.

Yang Zhen was really competing with Sao Ji to see who could fly faster, and ignored what Jian Mao said.

Although Sao Ji could fly as fast as lightning with his wings, Yang Zhen was no slouch either. And to make it fair, Yang Zhen did not use the aerial flying technique or the awesome Tathagata Cloud Palm. He just used his two hands to conjure up a pair of wings and competed with Sao Ji. The two of them won and lost alternately.

"Damn it, I'm really interested in wings now, not those niggers. If you want to go, you can go by yourself!"

"Niggers?" Bitch Cat glared and said, "Do you know what those niggers are?"

"What is it?" Yang Zhen landed with a curious look on his face, folded up the wings that appeared behind him, and looked at the cat with interest.

"That's all experience, all experience!" The mean cat said with a mean look on his face, "Except for the monster leader in the Spiritualization Stage, the others are all ferocious beasts that have been transformed. They are more powerful than ferocious beasts. If you want to do something, it's obvious that doing them will help you improve your realm better than doing other things."

Yang Zhen was stunned and asked, "Why can doing them improve your realm?"

This is quite interesting. Yang Zhen’s current cultivation level is not low. Even if he relaxes his cultivation speed, there are probably not many people in this world who can cultivate faster than him.

However, the speed of improvement in realm is not determined by talent alone. It also requires years of understanding of the world, and it cannot be rushed.

Hearing that the black guys participating in the Desolate Heaven Festival could improve their realm, Yang Zhen really became very interested.

The mean cat laughed strangely, approached Yang Zhen and said, "You don't know this, right? I asked you to do something before, but I didn't tell you why, because I was afraid that you would be too ambitious. Now it seems that such a thing doesn't exist at all, so I will tell you!"

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he said with a cry of "Oh!" "Damn it, you bastard finally told the truth. Come on, I don't know the reason and the benefit, so this slut is not very active in doing things."

The expression on the mean cat's face became more mean, and he said mysteriously: "Do you know why those truly strong people have a kind of temperament that makes people dare not look directly at them?"

"Why?" Yang Zhen was stunned: "Isn't it because of the high realm?"

Yang Zhen was stunned. He clearly felt that the bastard Jianmao was talking nonsense, but he felt that there was some truth in it. He said suspiciously, "Damn it, this slut has little education, don't lie to me. What does self-confidence have to do with being the best in the world?"

"Why would I lie to you? Only when you are outside the world can you truly stand above it. If you yourself are struggling in the mud, how can you possibly comprehend the lofty attitude of an eagle?"

"Oh, that makes sense, but what does this have to do with those niggers?"

Bitch Cat chuckled: "That's a big deal. You don't know the attitude of the entire Beiyu towards those niggers now. Anyone who can kill a nigger will become a great hero of Beiyu. Countless people want to make friends with you and worship you. Countless pretty girls want to take off their clothes in front of you to express their admiration."

At this point, the mean cat glanced at Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er, who didn't notice them, and then continued, "Think about it, if you can go in and out of the Desolate Heaven Festival seven times and kill those black ghosts a few times, wouldn't the whole Beiyu regard you as a legend?"

"No!" Yang Zhen looked at the bitch cat with a puzzled look on his face, narrowing his eyes: "Damn it, I smell a conspiracy. Tell me, what is the benefit that made you, a bastard, go to such lengths to trick me into killing a black man?"

The mean cat blushed, turned his head and walked away: "Forget it if you don't want to go, your kindness is taken for granted."

Yang Zhen picked up the mean cat and said with a smile: "You don't want to say it, right? It just so happens that this Sao Saint suddenly feels that your realm needs to be improved. Otherwise, this Sao Saint will throw you into the Desolate Heaven Festival to train you?"

"Fuck!" The mean cat's fur stood up, and he said hastily, "Boy, let's talk it over nicely!"

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"Then tell me quickly!" Yang Zhen glared!

The mean cat curled his lips, like a deflated balloon, and said dejectedly: "Well, actually the Tianxue Holy Land is sending out invitations to heroes. Whoever can enter the Desolate Heaven Festival and kill the black puppet can become a guest of honor of the Tianxue Holy Land."

"What are the benefits of being a guest of honor?" Yang Zhen asked directly.

Damn it, there is no benefit in doing this. Even if you give a golden seat to this bastard, Bian Mao, he will still look down on it.

Becoming an honored guest at the Tianxue Holy Land must have incredible benefits.

"That would be a lot of benefits!" The mean cat suddenly beamed with joy. Seeing the malicious expression on Yang Zhen's face, he paused for a moment and said awkwardly, "Well... there are no benefits. People who make outstanding contributions can enter the Holy Land of Tianxue Holy Land based on their contribution points."

"What is the divine realm?" Yang Zhen asked curiously.

"Holy Land..." The mean cat narrowed his eyes and pouted, saying, "Aren't you not interested in this kind of thing? I suddenly don't want to talk about it anymore."

"I'm suddenly interested again. It looks like I have to go to the Desolate Heaven Festival. Bitch cat, you seem to be free. How about going with me?"

"Asshole, let me go. I remembered that there is one important thing I haven't done yet... Damn, I remembered that there is a pair of wings in the Holy Land of Tianxue, which human monks can use!"

"Oh?" Yang Zhen's eyes lit up: "What wings?"

"Great Flame Thunder Wings!" The mean cat's eyes also began to glow.

(End of this chapter)