The surrounding mountains and forests are as beautiful as a fairyland, with abundant mountains and rivers and vitality. The true essence of heaven and earth is so abundant that it seems as if all the true essence of the entire Beiyu Island has been gathered together.

Such a place is actually the holy land of the undead?

Yang Zhen simply couldn't connect the place before him with the dead and silent Undead ruins. The difference was simply too great.

At this time, changes occurred again between heaven and earth. The whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black fog. Thunder filled the sky and was boundless. Waves of the will of heaven and earth emitting a breath of destruction came towards them, and all living creatures in the entire forest were trembling.

The stunningly beautiful woman's face was as pale as a bewildering sight. She watched the black fog getting lower and lower in the sky, with a look of doubt and surprise on her face.

At this time, the entire Undead Holy Land was alarmed. Countless figures emitting terrifying auras flew into the air, staring at the black fog surging in the air, and shouted questions in a deep voice.

Yang Zhen was bewildered. Among these people, there were too many powerful ones, all of whom exuded the powerful cultivation of the Spirit Transformation Stage. Yang Zhen even saw a powerful being in the Zhoutian Stage.

If such an existence appeared in Beiyu, it would be almost invincible.

How could such a powerful clan suddenly all die?

Despite the repeated shouts from the powerful men, no one in the air made a sound. Yang Zhen looked surprised and his expression was solemn.

In mid-air, Yang Zhen did not feel any sign of life, that is to say, there seemed to be no living creature in this overwhelming black fog.

But if there were no living creatures, how did this black fog come from, and why did it appear in this place? At this moment, a roar that pierced the universe was heard, and the sky and the earth exploded with a bang. The overwhelming will of heaven and earth suddenly became extremely violent and ferocious, like an ancient beast, roaring in the sky. Countless people began to spurt blood and fell from mid-air.

Everyone looked at the air in horror. Yang Zhen was also very shocked. He was now almost certain that this was not a real existence, but that he had triggered some kind of restriction and saw a scene from about ten thousand years ago.

Even Yang Zhen, an outsider, was stunned. A sense of fear from the soul lingered in his heart, but he forcibly suppressed it.

This is the power of heaven and earth. If there really are people or other living beings existing in this black fog, then this creature is not only beyond Yang Zhen's cognition, but also something that even the undead have never encountered before.

The stunning woman's whole body shook violently and she flew towards the crowd madly. However, before she flew to the crowd, she encountered a scene that made Yang Zhen's scalp tingle.

Countless black thunders fell from the sky, like the light of destruction, rumbling down to the ground. Anyone who touched these black lightnings was shocked all over, and disappeared without a trace the next moment, without even a trace of ashes left.

Yang Zhen was really scared. Damn, there was actually black thunder in the world? These black thunders were much more terrifying than the several heavenly tribulations that Yang Zhen had encountered before. Yang Zhen had never seen such a terrifying existence. It seemed that it was an existence that wiped out everything in the world. It contained a kind of will of heaven and earth, which made thousands of creatures shudder and produce a kind of trembling in their souls.

The oppression of heaven and earth.

Countless people died under this black thunder. What made Yang Zhen even more shocked was that these black thunders seemed to be only intended to wipe out all living beings in the world, but did not cause any harm to anything in the world.

The buildings of the Undead Clan, and even the rocks and land on the mountains, were not affected at all. Only people died and the flowers and plants withered. In just a moment, only a few powerful cultivators above the God Transformation Stage were left in the entire Undead Clan's holy land.

Apart from the monk who disappeared in mid-air after being struck by the black thunder, many disciples in the Undead Clan's mountain gate, and even some mortals, were all struck by lightning. They each maintained their original movements, but their vitality seemed to be shattered by the black thunder and disappeared without a trace.

Dead, all dead! There were roars from the strong men in the air, and the stunning woman cried out in grief. Yang Zhen could feel the grief emanating from the strong men who were still alive in the air.

This feeling of watching his own people die but being unable to do anything, even though Yang Zhen was not a member of the Undead Race, he still felt a deep anger and desolation.

Countless strong men rushed towards the black fog again and again, but they died in the end, but they were unable to shake the black fog in the slightest.

Boom! The violent will of heaven and earth was violent and ferocious. Countless strong men gradually turned into ashes. The stunning woman was hit by countless black thunders, and suddenly there were bursts of cracking sounds.

When Yang Zhen turned around and looked at the stunning woman, several jade plates on her body shattered and turned into powder, until they fell to the ground and she could no longer stand up.

In just less than a minute, almost all of the tens of thousands of undead people died. Now, only a few strong men in the God Transformation Stage and that powerful being in the Zhoutian Stage are still alive.

Yang Zhen took a deep breath, his heart was shaken, and subconsciously, he slowly walked towards the stunning woman who was closest to him.

Boom! A terrifying black lightning struck Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen could feel it. All the hairs on his body stood up. Even though it was just an image and there was no substantial damage, Yang Zhen could not resolve the fear in his heart.

Yang Zhen knew in his heart that this fear came from the suppression of countless living beings by heaven and earth. It was the fate of all living beings between heaven and earth. No living being could resist the will of heaven and earth.

Just like the landslides and tsunamis on the blue planet, they are almost completely irresistible to ordinary people. Even if they can predict them in advance, they only know the time of death in advance, which makes them even more afraid.

As Yang Zhen walked towards the stunning woman step by step, the terrifying rumbling sounds of the heaven and earth around him became almost inaudible. In Yang Zhen's eyes, the only thing left was the stunning woman who was crying.

For some reason, when Yang Zhen saw this stunning woman, he suddenly felt something touching in his heart, as if he had also endured this kind of powerlessness and pain tens of thousands of years ago.

This feeling was totally groundless and ridiculous, but it appeared clearly in Yang Zhen's mind.

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Yang Zhen took a deep breath and squatted down in front of the stunning woman. Even though he knew that he could not touch the stunning woman and the stunning woman could never see him, he still stretched out his hand and made a gesture to wipe the tears of the stunning woman.

This kind of grief and indignation can be contagious even if separated by ten thousand years.

Yang Zhen's hand passed through the face of the stunning woman, paused slightly, then slowly raised his head, looking blankly at the violent air waves in the air.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Yang Zhen murmured to himself, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He simply sat on the ground, staring blankly at the purgatory-like existence before him.

At this moment, a roar was heard.

"Black fog covers the sky, black thunder and clouds cover the sea, and the world is clear. This is God's will to destroy my undead race, but I... won't accept it!"

Roar! A sound like a ferocious beast was heard, and the Zhoutian period strongman of the Undead Clan suddenly began to burn with waves of blood.

"Black Blood Sacrifice, no, don't..." The stunningly beautiful woman cried out in sorrow and tried to stand up, but suddenly fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood. Her expression was miserable and her cry was hysterical.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Terrifying roars were heard one after another, and blood-red waves burned on the bodies of all the surviving warriors in the air.

Black Blood Sacrifice! Yang Zhen's heart was moved, his eyes flashed with doubt, and a whispering voice came.

“Even if there is chaos for ten thousand years, I, Ye Lingyin, will break you!”

(End of this chapter)