With Yang Zhen's current physical condition, these stones naturally would not cause him any harm. However, Yang Zhen was somewhat uncomfortable being hit by so many huge stones.

It looked like the others were not feeling any better either. They all ran away with their heads in their hands. Although they were in a mess, no one retreated. They all rushed towards this side as if they had seen a treasure from heaven and earth.

Yang Zhen's speed was simply too fast. His speed was already very fast after being slapped by Chilong. With the help of Yang Zhen's Sky Cannon and Lingkongxu, he had already rushed into the cave before everyone had time to react.

The huge cave still had some temperature, and Yang Zhen could feel that it was not the temperature of the earth's magma. Obviously, Chilong was not a cold-blooded animal. As long as it was not a cold-blooded animal, it would have feelings. Yang Zhen made the right bet.

This time, Yang Zhen gained so many benefits from helping Chilong overcome the tribulation. The first was the change in the Huangtian Festival.

Yang Zhen used all his strength to perform the Desolate Sky Sacrifice this time, without considering the side effects it would bring, anyway, if he didn't do so, he would be dead too, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, Yang Zhen was not blown up this time, but under the mutual crush between him and the Origin of Heaven and Earth, formed the purest power, dormant in Yang Zhen's body.

At this time, Yang Zhen's cultivation level has stabilized at the eighth level of the Zhoutian Stage, and he will soon truly break through to the Tianxiang Stage.

Fortunately, Yang Zhen no longer needs to suppress his cultivation level. Otherwise, even if there are no sequelae, Yang Zhen would still curse.

After entering the mountain, Yang Zhen was completely shocked.

No wonder there was always a terrifying aura about Chilong that made Yang Zhen tremble with fear. Yang Zhen actually felt a tremendous wave of air inside the mountain, as if the power of heaven was mighty, and he instantly had an urge to worship him.

Although Yang Zhen had never felt the breath of the emperor, he could feel that this was the breath of the emperor, and it was the breath of the Emperor of Donghuang.

Isn't the Emperor of the East Desert from the East Sea? What is he doing here? Not only did he come here, but he also formed an indissoluble bond with Chilong, and he even hollowed out a mountain to create such a place full of imperial aura.

Yang Zhen thought that the old man, Emperor Donghuang, must have bad intentions. He put such a thing here and he himself did not protect it. Obviously, this kind of thing would sooner or later cause the entire Youzhou continent to fight for this thing. Who knows how many people would die here.

Bad, so bad!

However, this is just Yang Zhen’s subjective conjecture. What actually happened is probably impossible to find out now.

Judging from Chilong's meaning, it didn't want anyone else to get this thing, but wanted Yang Zhen to get it.

How can this be so embarrassing? "Why don't you tell me where the thing is? It's so dark in this huge area, how can I find it?"

Yang Zhen finally reached the underground. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he released his spiritual power. He wanted to see clearly what the environment was like here, but his face changed and he almost jumped up and cursed.

The spiritual power cannot be released at all. In addition to the imperial energy, there is also a restriction, which obviously blocks all of Yang Zhen's spiritual power.

But Yang Zhen changed his mind and felt that it was better this way, as it would prevent everyone from releasing their spiritual power and causing chaos and fighting. How many people would die then?

Yang Zhen sighed. He was kind-hearted. Since everyone was fighting for this thing, he would just take it away. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Who made him so kind-hearted?

Yang Zhen, who was muttering to himself and running around like a headless fly, suddenly felt a burning sensation in his heart again, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Damn, how could I forget about this treasure.

I always thought this thing was a nuisance before, but now it seems that not only is it not a nuisance, but it is also a treasure.

Yang Zhenshen followed his heart and walked forward according to his feelings, not caring about the direction, just following his feelings.

Not long after, Yang Zhen came to a pool of water. The water was extremely clear. At a glance, one could almost see waves of earth slurry surging in the depths.

There was a turquoise mist hanging over the spring water. No one knew what it was, nor whether it was poisonous. Yang Zhen did not approach it, but walked along the water towards the stone platform next to it.

The jade stele was flawless and the imperial aura was surging. Apart from this thing, Yang Zhen really couldn't think of anything else that was more worthy of Chilong's protection.

The stone tablet in front of him was about ten feet high and looked to weigh more than ten thousand pounds. Even Yang Zhen's largest storage ring could not hold it all, and he was in a dilemma for a moment.

In the mist of the spring water, emerald smoke slowly rose along the stone tablet, climbed up and then fell down, as if it was the beauty of fairy dust, and it looked... delicious.

Yang Zhen naturally wouldn't really eat it. He sat in front of the stone tablet and muttered to himself, "How can I take such a big thing away?"

If it were Chilong, he could pick it up with two fingers and take it away, but Yang Zhen was so small that he might be able to carry it, but if he had to carry such a heavy thing out to race with others, Yang Zhen might as well jump into the pool and swim to the ground to be scalded to death.

"It's really too big. It would be better if it could be smaller."

Boom! A series of dull sounds came, and Yang Zhen was startled. He really jumped up and looked at the huge stone tablet in front of him with a vigilant look, his eyes getting bigger and bigger.

At the same time, Yang Zhen felt the burning sensation in his chest again.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, staring at the stone tablet with burning eyes, and asked again: "Can it be smaller?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Boom! "Damn, this thing is pretty good, it's voice-controlled, can it be a little smaller?"

Boom! Yang Zhen was having fun until the stone tablet shrank to the size of a palm. If it shrunk any further, it would disappear. Yang Zhen's heart skipped a beat and he quickly picked up the jade tablet and put it into his storage ring.

"That's comfortable!"

Yang Zhen felt very comfortable both mentally and physically.

From the stone tablet, there seemed to be waves of breath as warm as jade, warming Yang Zhen's body and soul, making him feel extremely comfortable.

Yang Zhen had heard and seen the saying that an innocent man is guilty of possessing a treasure countless times. After getting the treasure, he would not stay here for too long and walked out immediately.

Just as he was walking, Yang Zhen came back and set his eyes on the stone wall next to him.

It was as smooth as jade, clean and flawless, and looked like... a good thing for a fake! Yang Zhen thought, if he just left like that, it would be a bit unkind.

If those people who rushed down didn't see anything, they might get furious, and if a fight really broke out, that would not be good.

Fighting and killing always harms the harmony of nature, so Yang Zhen decided to do another great deed.

Just as Yang Zhen was working hard and sweating to make the fake, almost everyone rushed into the giant mountain.

Not long after, Yang Zhen wiped the sweat off his face, put a unique stone tablet back in its original place, took a deep breath, and became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it. Then his face changed.

Someone is walking towards this side, so fast!

Yang Zhen hurriedly hid to the side. In the misty air, an old lady with unsteady legs and feet came over. After seeing the stone tablet, a look of ecstasy appeared on her face. She rushed over at the speed of squeezing into a bus, picked up the stone tablet and left.

There was no dragging of feet at all. Yang Zhen was stunned! (End of this chapter)