This attack was almost the strongest attack in the Hinayana period. It was obvious that Yun Jie did not underestimate Yang Zhen like Luo Kun did. As he said, Yang Zhen would have to die facing him.

"You lunatic, do you know how precious the Fruit of Fortune is?"

Yun Jie roared, his expression twisted: "If I get the Fruit of Good Fortune, maybe I can open up the Spiritual Sea before I reach the Nascent Soul stage. Then I will be invincible in the Nascent Soul stage. Maybe if I'm lucky I can condense a Life Star in my Sea of ​​Consciousness. Do you know what a Life Star is, you bastard!"

Boom! The terrifying air wave fell on Yang Zhen, and the violent impact blasted the surrounding rocks and land into pieces, dust flew everywhere, and countless air waves radiated in all directions, creating a mess.

Yun Jie stood there blankly, staring at the place where the air wave erupted. Even if he could kill Yang Zhen with one sword, it would not be able to relieve the hatred in his heart. He trembled with anger.

"This idiot, this idiot, actually ate the Fruit of Good Fortune. My spiritual sea, my life star, are gone, gone..."

Yun Jie was furious and kept cursing. Even his right hand holding the sword was shaking. It was obvious that he was in high spirits.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Have you cursed enough?"

"No!"

Yun Jie roared, and then his eyes suddenly widened. He jumped away quickly, holding his sword and looking behind him vigilantly. His hair stood on end in shock: "Yang Zhen! You are not dead?"

"No, it's impossible. How could you still be alive?"

Yang Zhen was amazed, looked at Yun Jie and said, "How can you be a monk with such a bad temper? Doesn't your abbot ask you whether you can avoid arrogance and impatience?"

"I am a lama, not a monk!" Yun Jie almost roared, "Under the strongest martial arts in my hands, you can still survive, but your only chance to escape is gone. From now on, it's time for you to become a ghost under my sword!"

"Wait!" Yang Zhen waved his hands, looked at Yun Jie and said, "Before I die, can you let me ask a question? Otherwise, I will die with regrets and may turn into a ghost to play with you every day!"

"Are you trying to scare me?" Yun Jie sneered.

Yang Zhen said with a smile: "You are running out of time. The fluctuation of vitality here is so great that it will definitely attract many people. It is easy for you to kill me now, but if the first Jindan stage expert who comes here is from Changyue Tower, it will not be so easy for you to kill me again."

Yun Jie was stunned, looked at Yang Zhen in doubt, and sneered, "What do you want to ask?"

"What is this fate star you just mentioned?"

"You don't even know about the Fate Star. You are such a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. The Good Fortune Fruit can condense into a Fate Star in the sky above the Spiritual Sea. This Fate Star can greatly increase the cultivation speed of a cultivator. It may even help them comprehend the most suitable martial arts for them. It is not only very rare, but also extremely powerful..."

Yun Jie sneered and said, "Forget it, there's no point telling you this. How can a frog in a well like you understand the preciousness of the life star?"

Yang Zhen nodded in sudden realization, then asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Can only one life star be condensed?"

Yun Jie was stunned, then laughed loudly, pointed his sword at Yang Zhen and said contemptuously: "Are you an idiot? One life star is already a blessing, and you still want two... You, you, you, what is that?"

"Destiny Star, is this the thing? I have plenty of them here. Do you want me to give you one?"

In Yang Zhen's hand, there was a floating cloud, and in the cloud there were dozens of sparkling star-like lights emitting a soft and mysterious light.

These life stars were not condensed by Yang Zhen using his martial arts skills, but were reflections of the nebula in the sky above his spiritual sea, and were condensed in Yang Zhen's hands.

Bang, bang, bang! Yun Jie's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and then suddenly widened again, roaring: "Impossible, you are lying to me, you must be lying to me, how could you open up the Spiritual Sea, how could you condense so many life stars, you, you... you are not a human!"

"Pooh!"

Yang Zhen glared: "You are not a human being, and your whole family is not a human being!"

"I kill you!"

Yun Jie roared, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a ball of golden light, but this time the golden light was trembling like a strong man with epilepsy, and it felt a little powerless.

Yang Zhen sighed: "Alas, life is so sad, reality is always so cruel, you don't have any you want, but I have so many that I can't even use them all!"

"Shut up!" Yun Jie's face turned red, and he leaped up. A golden light suddenly appeared in the air, and a ball of terrifying true energy rushed towards Yang Zhen. His sword hummed, and the air wave was surging.

"Just shut up!"

"What? Impossible!"

Boom! There was a loud bang that shook the earth, the roar of thunder shook the sky, and with a snap, Yun Jie's sword and one arm fell to the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground, and with a plop, his life or death was unknown.

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up: "Oh my, equipment exploded!"

The cloud ring fell to the ground on the finger that was still holding the sword. It was a gray, simple ring with an antique smell, and it looked like it must be an extraordinary item.

A white cloud burst out from under Yang Zhen's feet. He suddenly rushed to the side of his arm, picked up his arm and ran away.

"Yang Zhen, you bastard, give me back my arm!"

Yun Jie was chasing him relentlessly. No matter how seriously injured he was, even if he was intact, he could not catch up with Yang Zhen. The farther he chased, the angrier he became. With a "pu" sound, a stream of blood spurted out, and with a "thump" he fell to the ground on his face and was swept away a long distance.

Yang Zhen looked back in amazement, curled his lips and threw Yun Jie's arm to Yun Jie: "It's just an arm, who cares? I'll give it back to you."

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His arm fell on Yun Jie, but the ring and sword in his hand were put into Yang Zhen's arms and inserted into the backpack.

"you!"

Yun Jie puffed out a string of blood, his face was completely bloodless, and he was barely breathing, obviously not going to survive.

Yang Zhen stopped and came to Yun Jie with some distress: "Brother, you vomited a lot of blood, why don't you drink some and take it back!"

Drink...drink some and go back? Hearing this, Yun Jie rolled his eyes and kicked Yang Zhen, almost kicking him, which scared Yang Zhen.

"Dead?" Yang Zhen sniffed Yun Jie's breath and said, "You want to kick me even if you're dead!"

After Yang Zhen left, a pale-faced monk not far away gasped for air, his face full of fear, his lips trembling as he muttered to himself: "Too cruel, too cruel, I...I want to go home."

"Yeah, that's too cruel, let's go home!"

A light voice came from behind, and the monk nodded hurriedly. Halfway through, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he slowly turned his head.

“Yang Yang Yang…really!”

Yang Zhen grinned, and the monk disappeared with a "poof".

"Oh my!"

Yang Zhen was startled again. He looked up and down and left and right. He found that the person had indeed disappeared suddenly and he couldn't find him no matter how hard he looked.

"Did you see a ghost?"

…

Outside the Nine Realms Linglong Tower, a group of people suddenly cried out in surprise.

"Quick, quick, quick, another one has come out, fellow Daoist, what's going on inside?"

"Hey, is this fellow Taoist stupid?"

"I waited for a long time and a fool came out."

The monk suddenly let out a strange cry, and curled up on the ground holding his head, wailing, "Don't, don't, don't eat me, Yang Zhen, I didn't see anything, I really didn't see anything."

Everyone: “…”

(End of this chapter)