Upon hearing Yang Zhen’s words, all the ancient tribesmen present were startled.

Just as Yang Zhen said, after the ancient clan came into the world, they were very arrogant and indeed did not take the world seriously. And this is true. The ancient clan's inheritance is more powerful than the techniques practiced by the cultivators in today's world, and their martial arts are also earth-shattering. Those techniques and martial arts cannot be practiced at all if it were not for the blowout explosion of the vitality of heaven and earth.

It is conceivable how strong the ancient people's sense of superiority is in this situation.

However, Yang Zhen's words now completely slapped the faces of all the ancient clansmen. The people from the five clans even turned pale and stared at Yang Zhen gloomily.

Those independent cultivators who came in with the five tribes, as well as some sect cultivators who were born and raised in Beiyu, all burst into earth-shaking cheers.

"Damn it, that's great. I've been annoyed with the people from the five tribes for a long time, especially Yang Zhen, who has a bad temper towards me. If anyone wants to kill Yang Zhen and Beiyu Shuangling today, I will be the first to disagree."

"And me. Although I am only at the ninth level of the Mahayana stage, I can still bring one or two people from the five clans with me before I die. If I perform exceptionally well, I might be able to earn one."

"Haha, this fellow Taoist is really humorous. What he said made my blood boil. Count me in. Are the people of the five clans so great? Are the ancient clans so great? Today we will experience the so-called inheritance of the upper eternity."

A group of people were filled with righteous indignation, and thousands of monks shouted like a tide, the sound was overwhelming, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

All the people from the five tribes present were shocked. They looked at the independent cultivators and people from powerful forces in confusion, and they were all silent.

Whether they are arrogant or look down on the world, once these people really unite, how many ancient clans are willing to offend these rolling knifes? Jian Long's face was gloomy and uncertain. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Yang Zhen, are you really so stubborn and want to..."

"Quack!" Yang Zhen grinned, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "This slutty saint wants to kill someone, do I need to bother the world's friends?"

Just as he finished speaking, a breath that made everyone shudder suddenly flashed from Yang Zhen's body. He leaped up into the air, and the big sword in his hand suddenly began to hum.

Boom! A sharp breath rose up into the sky. From the big missing sword in Yang Zhen's hand, a breath that changed the color of heaven and earth rose up into the sky. Everyone was horrified and a look of despair rose in their hearts.

All the people from the five tribes stared at Yang Zhen with pale expressions of fear on their faces.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Jian Long's face turned pale and he looked crazy. He roared, "How could you possibly master this kind of martial arts? This is impossible. Who are you?"

Endless murderous intent surged up, as if it were real, and the entire world seemed to be frozen under Yang Zhen's sword.

Not to mention the people from the five tribes, even Jianmao and Hua Youyue were shocked after seeing Yang Zhen's powerful sword.

"Who on earth is this boy? How could he possibly possess such power? It's impossible. This must be fake."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die yet."

Roar! Jian Long roared, staring at Canglong and yelling: "Damn God, Yang Zhen is so murderous, and you can tolerate it. Now he has mastered this kind of heaven-defying power, and you still turn a deaf ear to it. You are unfair, you are unfair..."

Boom!

There was a loud earth-shaking noise, and terrifying thunder fell from the sky, striking Jian Long with a bang. Jian Long immediately howled and his hair was smoking.

A group of people stared in amazement at Jian Long's insults to the sky. When they saw the thunder suddenly strike from the sky, they were stunned. Many people also muttered to themselves with their eyes wide open: "Fortunately, fortunately, the power of heaven is still there!"

If the power of heaven is no longer there, what kind of chaos will the world become?

Buzz! The sky and the earth changed color, and the terrifying breath that made people shudder suddenly erupted! The long sword was visible, and the air wave was silent. A sword light burning with black flames fell from the sky and landed among the people of the five tribes, and more than half of the people disappeared instantly.

Jian Long survived by chance, but his two legs had disappeared. He stared at Yang Zhen with a grudge and roared, "Yang Zhen, how dare you kill someone from my five clans? The five clans will make you live a life worse than death."

Boom! The terrifying sword fell on Jian Long, and Jian Long's body was instantly shattered into pieces. Even his soul didn't have time to escape before he died.

The remaining few people from the five tribes who had managed to survive rushed outside, and disappeared into the chaos in the blink of an eye, leaving no time to catch up with them.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen falling from the sky in horror. Where the people of the five tribes were, there were countless broken arms and limbs, and blood flowed like a river.

Even some independent cultivators turned pale, fearing that Yang Zhen would go crazy and not let them go.

It’s so terrifying! Yang Zhen’s sword just now was so terrifying!

The whole world seemed to have frozen, and there was no way to resist. It was that kind of despairing feeling that no one present wanted to experience a second time.

I just follow my own will and don't care about fate.

Yang Zhen's words flashed through everyone's mind, especially Han Yan'er, who looked at Yang Zhen with endless surprise! After Yang Zhen landed, he smiled like a big boy, and he couldn't be associated with the killing god just now.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Everyone's eyes followed Yang Zhen, but Yang Zhen acted as if he didn't see anything. He walked to Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er and said, "I'm back. These people deserve to die!"

Hua Youyue's eyes flashed with doubt. She looked at Yang Zhen hesitantly for a moment and said, "Your aura..."

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "It's okay. This is what I got from entering the Dao. From today on, this Sao Saint can be considered to have his own Dao."

Han Yan'er was stunned, looking at Yang Zhen and muttering to herself: "But I don't understand your way."

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, patted Han Yan'er on the shoulder and said, "There is a long way to go, there is no rush. If there are still people bullying you, this slut will stand up for you. I want to see who dares to bully this slut's woman. Damn it, they are rebelling against them!"

After hearing this, everyone gasped and wondered if they had offended Beiyu Shuangling in any way.

Han Yan'er glared at Yang Zhen and said, "Who is your woman?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, and said with a whine: "I almost forgot, you two are still my women. When you have time, do this."

Fight! With a soft sound, the shadow of the sun came out of its sheath.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly. Just as he was about to speak, Jianmao walked up to Yang Zhen with a serious face, looked him up and down, and asked, "Boy, what have you been through in the past year? Why do you have such a terrifying murderous intent? Also, how did you master such a heaven-defying power?"

Seeing that Jianmao was speaking in a serious tone, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "We'll talk about this later. What the hell is this Three Flowers Temple? Why do I sense an extremely sinister aura?"

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen doubtfully, took a deep breath and said, "Boy, although I don't know what you have been through in the past year, it is better for you to avoid killing evil."

Yang Zhen grinned and said to the mean cat: "Actually, you are all wrong."

(End of this chapter)