"Damn it, what kind of restriction is this? I can't even use my spiritual power. Did the Three Flowers Saint also crawl to seal this guy in?"

The mean cat laughed strangely, looked at Yang Zhen teasingly and said, "Boy, you volunteered to come up here to see this, who are you blaming? Anyway, how do you know there are good things up there?"

Yang Zhen curled his lips, turned his head and said to Yang Zhen: "This Sao Saint just heard the guy above talking to me, do you believe it?"

"Believe it!" The mean cat nodded seriously, "I don't believe you, you idiot. Don't say that so many people didn't hear it. You heard it yourself. Even if you have the secret method of sound transmission, don't think about whispering in front of me. Although I can't hear what you said, I can still feel whether you said it or not."

Yang Zhen was stunned and said in surprise: "Damn, your perception is so sensitive?"

The mean cat said with a smile: "How about it, are you envious? Do you want to learn?"

Yang Zhen shook his head seriously and said to the mean cat, "Which part-time cram school did you learn this skill from? You've been cheated, don't you know that? And you're still proud of it? You're so proud!"

"Bullshit, you were deceived, your whole family was deceived!" The mean cat was furious, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "This is a method of tempering the five senses passed down from ancient times. It has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It is said to be the most sensitive method in the world. You actually said that I was deceived. I don't believe you!"

Yang Zhen chuckled and looked at the mean cat without saying anything.

The mean cat was stunned, his eyes widened and he said, "Boy, you don't need to look at me with such disgusting eyes. Even if I want to teach you this method, you won't be able to learn it, because this is a method that is only suitable for spiritual beasts to practice!"

Yang Zhen staggered and almost fell off the chain. The cat was so scared that it screamed and grabbed Yang Zhen's collar tightly.

Is there a method in this world that is only suitable for spiritual beasts to cultivate? In other words, this bastard, the mean cat, is really not a fierce beast or a demon beast. Maybe he is really a spiritual beast, and it is even very likely to be the holy beast he said he was.

Yang Zhen curled his lips in surprise and said, "You haven't tried it yet, how do you know that this Sao Saint cannot practice?"

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously and whispered something in Yang Zhen's ear. After a moment, the man and the cat looked at each other in bewilderment.

The mean cat looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, and when he felt the aura coming from Yang Zhen, his eyes widened immediately: "You learned it?"

"Such a simple thing, of course I can learn it in one go. Do you think I am as stupid as you?"

"Impossible!" The mean cat's eyes almost popped out, and he screamed: "You are not human!"

Yang Zhen almost fell down this time. He slapped the mean cat on the head and flew into a rage: "Damn it, you are not a human being. No, you are not a human being at all."

The mean cat didn't even try to hide, but looked at Yang Zhen in confusion, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "You are not a human, you are really not a human."

Yang Zhen was stunned and asked in surprise: "Wa grass, are you stupid?"

"Not to mention humans, even the demon race cannot practice this method. What... are you?"

Yang Zhen was also confused. He stared at the mean cat and said, "As you can see, this is a genuine human. If it's fake, the penalty is ten times the price!"

There was a look of doubt and surprise in the eyes of the mean cat, and his face looked strange as if he had just met Yang Zhen for the first time. Then he suddenly reacted and asked curiously: "You just said that the guy upstairs talked to you, what did he say?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, and after a moment's silence, he said in an extremely low and hoarse voice: "You are here!"

"You're here?" The mean cat was startled, then jumped up with a cry and said in a strange voice, "That guy up there actually knows you?"

Not to mention that Yang Zhen is just an ordinary single guy from the blue planet. Even the guy who came here before was just an ordinary, even a little stupid guy.

How could such a person know a powerful demon that was worthy of the Three Flowers Saint's suppression? How the hell was that possible! But if he didn't know him, why would he say "You're here"? This sentence was the main reason why Yang Zhen decided to come up and take a look.

Jianmao also felt that it was impossible for Yang Zhen to know the guy above. Hearing this, he said with a dumbfounded look on his face: "Strange, could it be that the guy above recognized the wrong person? This shouldn't be possible!"

Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "It's not impossible. After being suppressed for 20,000 years, or even longer, maybe his brain has gone crazy."

As they were talking, a strong wind suddenly blew in front of them, scaring them both and they looked up hurriedly.

An extremely huge space platform, locked by countless iron chains, spanned in mid-air.

This platform seemed to be made of mud, but it did not have the breath of the earth. Instead, it had a misty and chaotic feeling, making people feel as if they were in the chaos in mid-air.

Yang Zhen and Jianmao crawled in through the iron chain. They didn’t know how long it took them to finally reach the upper level.

The wind was howling, and gusts of evil, destructive aura were blowing in the face, covering the sky and the sun, making people feel so desperate that they could not see any end.

This is the most creepy place Yang Zhen has ever been to.

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Gloomy, evil, obscure and terrifying auras were like sharp blades that almost cut Yang Zhen's skin, leaving him dumbfounded.

Damn it, he is at the full seventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prison Body, and his skin at this level can hardly withstand this... wind?

The howling wind sounded like the roaring of thousands of evil spirits from the Nine Netherworlds of Hell, and its whimpering made people feel scared to death.

With an earth-shattering roar, the iron chains rattled, and Yang Zhen's ears heard the deep and hoarse voice again: "You're here, you... you really are here, fortunately, it's not... too late!"

"Who are you?" Yang Zhen's face changed, and this time it really changed, because he really heard the voice, and he was finally sure that this person was talking to him, not someone else.

The mean cat obviously heard the voice, and the hair on his body stood up. He stared at the endless void and said, "Pretend...pretend to be a ghost, come out!"

"Come out!" Yang Zhen sat down calmly and said, "Come out, I see you!"

The more times like this, the more you need to stay calm! Yang Zhen had a calm expression on his face, but in fact, he was already panicking inside!

Anyone who is scared to death by an evil guy who has been suppressed for at least ten thousand years, or even twenty thousand or thirty thousand years, saying "you are here" in an extremely familiar tone will be scared to death.

Facing the questions from Yang Zhen and Jianmao, the voice seemed to turn a deaf ear and continued to chant: "You are here! Finally here, but... why have you become so insignificant? I gave you... the mission... is over, you are over too, the sky... is over... the earth is... over..."

The sound was intermittent and floating, as if it came from the horizon and went towards the horizon.

Yang Zhen sat down on the ground, muttering to himself: "Damn it, this time I'm in big trouble, what the hell is going on?"

(End of this chapter)