The mean cat lay in front of Yang Zhen's face with a strange look on its face, with a look of surprise and doubt on its face. One paw was hanging on Yang Zhen's shoulder, and the other paw was constantly slapping Yang Zhen's face.
After Yang Zhen woke up, he slapped the cat away, looked at the surroundings in doubt, and was immediately shocked.
The secret treasure was still the same secret treasure, and various bottles of elixir were still placed in a mess in front of him. Yang Zhen even did not change the movements of practicing the Undead Bible. In other words, he had not gone anywhere and had been sitting in the secret treasure of the Undead Clan's inheritance.
"Grass!"
Yang Zhen looked at the mean cat in bewilderment and said in disbelief, "Damn it, I saw a ghost."
"What do you mean you saw a ghost? You're crying and looking so compassionate. I was scared. This is not you. Are you possessed by something?"
The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen with a strange expression, stretched out its claws and tested Yang Zhen's forehead, muttering to itself: "It's not a fever."
Yang Zhen looked at the mean cat speechlessly, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes.
Damn it, what does being possessed by something have to do with whether you have a burn or not? This cheap cat’s brain is getting more and more crazy.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and told the mean cat what he had just seen and heard, then asked: "Do you know this kind of beast? Damn, it's too powerful, covering the sky and the sun. If there is such a guy now, the whole world may be destroyed by it, mean cat, mean cat?"
The mean cat sat there with a dull look on his face, looking confused.
"Damn it, this is a big deal, this is a big deal..."
"What the hell, what are you talking about?"
Yang Zhen was also confused. Judging from the expression of the bastard Bian Mao, this bastard really knew about this ferocious beast. Thinking of this, Yang Zhen's mind suddenly became active and he stared at the Bian Mao.
Who would have thought that the mean cat suddenly shook his head, stared at Yang Zhen with a serious face and said: "Boy, I don't know what kind of ferocious beast it is, so don't ask, just pretend you haven't seen it."
Yang Zhen flew into a rage, slapped the cheap cat on the head, and cursed: "Damn it, you said you haven't seen it, then you haven't seen it. Now I am very curious, what on earth is that thing, and why did it destroy the entire undead race?"
"The destruction of the Undead must be their own fault. That existence would not clear out a place without a reason, and would not show up easily. Boy, now is not the time for you to know this. I... dare not tell you."
“Ah ha?” Yang Zhen was stunned: “There is something you bastard dare not say. Don’t tell me that the beast is related to the catastrophe of heaven and earth.”
It seemed that everyone in the entire world of cultivation was interested in the great calamity of heaven and earth, yet no one dared to discuss it, as if once they opened their mouths to talk about it, they would die inexplicably.
Yang Zhen widened his eyes and stared at the bitch cat without blinking, trying to see some changes in expression on the bitch cat's face.
But what disappointed Yang Zhen was that the mean cat, who couldn't hold back his thoughts, not only didn't reveal any information this time, but became more profound. Seeing Yang Zhen staring at it, it spoke after a long time: "Boy, your current realm is too weak. I can only tell you that your guess is correct. As for what that... is, don't talk about it, otherwise, not only you and I will die, you will implicate the entire Beiyu, even the entire Youzhou continent, and even the entire cultivation world."
“Wow, is he so awesome?” Yang Zhen widened his eyes, a look of surprise and confusion on his face.
In fact, Yang Zhen had more or less guessed something without Jianmao's reminder. He couldn't talk about it. This thing would not only take his own life, but also the lives of other innocent people.
But Yang Zhen is now more and more interested in what has happened to the black puppet transformed by the undead Zhoutian period warrior, and that stunning woman, who has no life left but is determined to carve a mark on the ferocious beast at the risk of her life. Is she... seeking revenge?
Putting aside whether the already dead Ye Lingyin could succeed in her revenge, at least until now, Yang Zhen had only seen that stunning woman and the ferocious beast in that image, and for ten thousand years, no one had discussed that ferocious beast and Ye Lingyin again. It seemed that both of them had disappeared.
Just as the bitch cat was about to speak, there was a sudden loud bang in the air, and the bitch cat was so scared that it jumped into Yang Zhen's arms.
"Damn it, kid, get out of here quickly, don't ask anything, don't say anything. If you want to know about the catastrophe of heaven and earth, go find the answer yourself. If you really want to know, you will find the truth one day."
Yang Zhen was also shocked. He didn't expect that a discussion of this level would cause dissatisfaction among heaven and earth.
Isn't this world too damn petty?
Yang Zhen looked up... and didn't see the sky. Then he remembered that he was still in a cave halfway up the mountain.
Seeing the bastard, Cheap Cat, with a shifty look on his face, Yang Zhen did not make things difficult for it. He was destined to find the answer to this matter slowly like everyone else.
At least Yang Zhen is now one step closer to the truth.
Another thing that made Yang Zhen curious was that Ye Lingyin seemed to have practiced a unique martial art, which allowed him to destroy the world with just one finger. During the whole process, among all the undead people, only Ye Lingyin had penetrated all the ferocious beasts in the world with the power of one finger. Although it only took a moment to recover, it was enough to make Yang Zhen jealous for a long time.
It is a pity that the stunning woman Ye Lingyin has probably been dead for tens of thousands of years, and Yang Zhen can be sure that he and Jianmao did not find that incredible martial arts in the secret inheritance of the undead race, that is, in this treasure house.
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What a pity! Just as Yang Zhen was collecting his thoughts and planning to go to the ruins of the mountain gate to take another look, a thunderous noise came from midair, shaking the entire cave.
Yang Zhen was afraid that this place would collapse like it did just now, so his face suddenly changed and he grabbed the cheap cat and rushed upwards.
After coming out, they went back the same way and even the same path they came in, but this time, it was smoother than when Yang Zhen and Jian Mao came in. Jian Mao even jumped off Yang Zhen's head, rested his hands on his head in mid-air, and crossed his legs.
A strange force carried the two of them towards the cliff. Just as they were about to reach the top of the cliff, another earth-shaking noise was heard. The earth and sky shook. Yang Zhen watched helplessly as a piece of rock on the cliff fell down due to weathering over time.
"I... Nima!"
Yang Zhen jumped quickly and clung to the edge of the cliff with Jianmao.
The power of that channel disappeared without a trace.
The mean cat screamed continuously, lying on Yang Zhen's shoulder with his eyes closed and wailing: "Damn it, kid, don't let go, we can't fly here, if you let go, we'll be dead, wow, damn it, I don't want to die."
Hearing what the mean cat said, if Yang Zhen could free up a hand, he would definitely throw this bastard off from here, cursing: "Damn it, how long are you going to show off, you bastard, hurry up and jump on it, and then pull me up, what are you still doing here, are you waiting for the New Year!"
The mean cat was suddenly startled, opened his eyes and exclaimed: "Yes!"
After saying that, the mean cat jumped lightly and came to the cliff, pulling Yang Zhen up.
"Which bastard is fighting and making such a big noise?" Yang Zhen was sitting on the ground cursing. When he looked up, his face suddenly became strange.
(End of this chapter)