After falling for a while, the mean cat was stunned.
The aura on Yang Zhen's body became even more violent, and this time it was condensed and did not disperse. All of it gathered on the surface of his body, looking golden, like a large piece of gold shining brightly.
"Damn, this kid is really amazing. He has reached perfection so quickly. If he continues to practice for a while, he will be able to turn his body into a spiritual treasure."
As Yang Zhen swallowed bottle after bottle of pills, his entire body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, which made Cheap Cat marvel at the sight.
At this moment, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound outside, which scared the mean cat. He cursed: "What are these guys doing? Oh my, it looks like they are fighting."
There were rumbling sensations coming, and the mean cat began to feel bored.
"Damn it, kid, you've been practicing for an hour, when is the best time to practice?"
"What the hell?" Yang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes and asked in surprise, "It's been an hour? So fast? Wait for me a little longer, damn, this thing is really something, it takes this Saint so long to practice!"
The corners of the cheap cat's mouth twitched. He had a smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.
What does it mean that it takes so long to practice?
Is one or two hours a long time? I just said that because I was too bored.
How would those who spend one or two years, or even ten or eight years, trying to comprehend martial arts think of this? Do they still want to stay in the world of cultivation?
The mean cat curled his lips, rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay, just practice slowly. I've already told you that this Immortal Bible is an extremely powerful and profound practice. You can practice it to perfection within an hour, which is already a heaven-defying talent. Don't be discouraged, don't despair."
Yang Zhen stared at the mean cat in astonishment, feeling that this bastard's words were a bit sour, but he couldn't figure out why he was so sour.
"Forget it, I'll practice for another hour, and then we'll go out."
After Yang Zhen finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.
The mean cat pouted and said, "Boy, even if you practice for another hour, you can't improve your Dragon Elephant Prison Body. Young man, don't be too ambitious, you need to be down-to-earth... Digging grass, what are you doing?"
Boom! A buzzing sound was heard, and the terrifying air wave directly sent the mean cat flying, and it slid down the wall with a snap.
The cheap cat no longer cared about these things. He quickly got up and looked at Yang Zhen with wide eyes in disbelief.
Roar! The terrifying air waves on Yang Zhen's body suddenly became violent, and violent air waves surged out of his body, forming a huge vortex around him.
The mean cat stared at the incredible scene in front of him in amazement and even forgot to say anything.
Jianmao noticed that Yang Zhen only absorbed the original vitality of heaven and earth. It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhen cultivated to perfection within an hour, which surprised Jianmao so much.
Moreover, Yang Zhen swallowed so many pills in one breath, but nothing happened to him. Could it be that he had absorbed all the energy contained in the pills? Just when the cheap cat was in doubt, Yang Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly a golden light shot out for a foot, terrifying and mysterious.
As Yang Zhen opened his eyes, a voice shouted, "Fourth Dragon Elephant, move!"
"Dig the grass!"
Upon hearing about the fourth dragon elephant, the mean cat jumped up in shock.
This place is not small, but it is not that big either. Once Yang Zhen unleashes the fourth dragon elephant, it is very likely that the place will be destroyed directly.
Sure enough, after the fourth dragon elephant opened, the violent long dragon behind Yang Zhen suddenly swept through the entire space, roaring to the sky, and the mean cat's face was shocked.
"Dragon, a real dragon, how is this possible, boy, have you ever seen a real dragon?"
Yang Zhen had never seen a real dragon. Any martial arts he practiced were just a natural process, practiced according to what he had learned through talent.
However, this fourth dragon elephant is indeed no different from a real dragon.
It was so satisfying that Yang Zhen didn't even hear what the cheap cat said at this moment. The violent power in his body burst out. As the fourth dragon elephant unfolded, a crackling sound erupted from Yang Zhen's body.
Damn, so cool! Yang Zhen himself was surprised. The Dragon Elephant Prison Body had not been improved for a long time. Even Yang Zhen himself did not expect that once the Dragon Elephant Prison Body broke through to the fourth Dragon Elephant, the physical strength would increase so much.
It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Zhen's current physical strength has caught up with Daque Jian.
How terrifying would a body that was as strong as the Great Sword be? It was impossible to say, because Yang Zhen couldn't imagine it now.
Even Yang Zhen was so surprised, let alone the mean cat. The mean cat approached Yang Zhen with a confused look on his face, eyes wide open, a look of disbelief.
At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly shouted again, scaring the cat so much that it ran back with a whoosh.
"Fifth Dragon Elephant, open!"
"Open again?" The mean cat screamed, howling with excitement: "Damn, this kid is simply a demon in the way of body building!"
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At the Undead Tribe’s mountain gate, everyone was rushing like crazy, and no one had ever touched anything in the entire gate.
Everything was neatly placed in its original place. Apart from these monks, no one else had ever been to this place.
"Pioneering, this is pioneering. My God, what good fortune have we encountered? This... I never dared to think about it before."
"Look, someone else has inherited the power. This power is so strong."
"Asshole, I was the first to discover this weapon."
“Stop it, stop it right now, damn it! If I see you touching the female disciples of the Undead Tribe again, don’t blame me for turning hostile!”
"This senior is so paranoid. They have been dead for who knows how many years. Besides, I just fell in love with the jade pendant on her chest. I have no intention of flirting with her!"
"You'd better not have it, otherwise you will definitely suffer a great loss."
"Everyone, be careful about your words and actions to avoid causing trouble."
The sound rolled like thunder, echoing over the entire Undead Clan's mountain gate. Everyone shuddered and secretly became alert, forcibly suppressing the emotions that had become unbridled due to excitement.
In an unknown palace, a young monk looked pale. He awkwardly withdrew his hand from the chest of a stunning female disciple and muttered to himself, "It's too late."
The female disciple who had been dead for who knows how long slowly opened her eyes, which were blue.
Seeing that this female disciple actually "came back to life", the cultivator's legs began to tremble. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, the expressionless undead female disciple suddenly reached out and grabbed him. His ribs were like decorations and could not resist the undead female disciple's hand at all.
Seeing that his heart had been taken out by the female Undead disciple, the monk let out a miserable scream, turned around and staggered hundreds of feet away before falling to the ground with a thud.
A trace of doubt flashed across the eyes of the female disciple. She threw the heart in her hand to the ground, looked around blankly, and moved her body. At an extremely fast and strange speed, she rushed towards the crowded place.
(End of this chapter)