Yang Zhen was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know what it is, but it must be a good thing."

No one knows how deep the Endless Abyss is. When the Golden Crown Tree was there, people didn't feel anything. Now that the Golden Crown Tree has completely disappeared, people realized that this abyss is deeper than they imagined, and the breath becomes thicker the deeper they go. In the dim and obscure breath, it seems like something is staring at the surroundings.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares back at you! That's the feeling!

Yang Zhen muttered to himself. Like the cheap cat, he could only sense a little bit of the aura and had no idea what good stuff was inside. However, he was certain that the Great Nether Purgatory had not fully developed the entire abyss in nearly ten thousand years.

The mean cat was a little disappointed when he heard this. He followed Yang Zhen boredly and suddenly asked, "Boy, do you really not plan to establish a sect?"

Yang Zhen was stunned, turned to look at Yang Zhen and said, "Why are you suddenly talking about this again?"

The mean cat curled his lips and said, "You are able to gather the power of faith. Although I don't know how you did it, but believe me, when you become truly powerful, you will know the horror of the power of faith. Even if you don't establish a sect, it's okay to occupy a mountain and become a hegemon, right?"

Becoming the overlord of a mountain does not involve as much trouble as founding a sect. As long as you can control your subordinates, you can live a free and easy life, which is much better than running around now.

After hearing what Jianmao said, Yang Zhen was stunned, slowed down his pace a little, and there was some hesitation in his eyes.

In fact, Yang Zhen doesn’t know what he wants to do now.

It was unrealistic to establish a sect. That would be too troublesome, and it was not the life Yang Zhen wanted to live. How could he compare to the pleasure of fighting with the old men when they disagreed with each other? Occupying a mountain and becoming a tyrant might be better, but in the end he would still be bound to a mountain, unable to witness the magnificent times of the Great Wilderness, and it was not the life Yang Zhen wanted.

"Let's talk about this later. Maybe one day when I'm tired, I'll find a mountain and find 108 brothers, then eat meat and drink wine, and give birth to 180 big fat boys."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Han Yan'er's face turned slightly red, she burst out laughing, and said with a spit, "How shameless!"

The mean cat laughed strangely and said, "I didn't realize you were so ambitious. How long will it take to have a hundred or eighty fat boys?"

Yang Zhen looked smug, curled his lips and said: "What's the big deal? The eternal night is endless, and there will be plenty of time to be reborn then, right?"

Seeing that the two were talking more and more outrageous, Han Yan'er snorted coldly, raised her sword and walked forward. Not long after, her face suddenly changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted: "Yang Zhen!"

Yang Zhen was startled and leaped to Han Yan'er's side. Looking at the horrifying scene in front of him, his face also became solemn.

Waves of creepy black air rolled and surged like thick black water, and waves of foul odors hit people in the face, making people feel sick. In the black water, there was a dizzying breath. The breath that several people felt came from under the black water.

A look of doubt and uncertainty flashed across the face of the mean cat, and he asked curiously, "What the hell is this?"

"Ghost Rose Flame, the thing that separates the Yin and Yang worlds in legend, how could it appear here?"

The mean cat was stunned, and looked at the rolling Ghost Rose Flame in front of him with an eager look on his face, and said: "This is the Ghost Rose Flame? Then isn't the Nine Nether Purgatory below?"

Yang Zhen grinned and said, "This is truly worthy of its name, the Great Purgatory. I didn't expect that there is really a purgatory under the abyss."

Han Yan'er's face flashed with worry, and she said to Yang Zhen, "Yang Zhen, according to legend, wherever the Ghost Rose Flame appears, there will be devastation. Under the suppression of the Golden Crown Giant Tree, the Ghost Rose Flame might be a little calmer. Now that the Golden Crown Giant Tree is gone, if the Ghost Rose Flame breaks out, it will probably cause a disaster."

There are still tens of thousands of cultivators there, plus people from many forces such as the Tianyue Holy Land and the Qianyuan Holy Land. Now maybe people from the Dayu Dynasty have also come.

If the ghost rose inflammation breaks out, how many people will die?

Yang Zhen showed a rare solemn look on his face, and said to Jianmao and Han Yan'er: "You two wait here for me. If I am not back in three days, set off to the west of the Great You Dynasty to find the other people from Shangyuan Sect."

The mean cat also nodded hurriedly and said, "Boy, this thing is not easy to deal with. If you are not careful, you may even lose your life here. How cowardly is that?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, if you want to kill me with just this ghost rose flame, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for me?"

Yang Zhen had no idea what was inside, but there must be good stuff inside.

Yang Zhen would feel unwilling if he didn't go down to take a look just because Ghost Rose Flame was dangerous.

It would be better if he just went down. There was no need for Han Yan'er and Jianmao to take risks with him.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen pulled Han Yan'er into his arms and hugged her tightly. As Han Yan'er exclaimed, he said, "There is no time. This thing is about to explode. How can I let these ghosts kill the people I have saved with great difficulty!"

As he said that, Yang Zhen leaped up and jumped towards Gui Qiangyan, laughing loudly, and said to the cheap cat: "Cheap cat, help me take good care of the little Taoist Chi. If the little Taoist Chi loses a hair when I come out, you can think of the consequences!"

The mean cat jumped up and down, cursing, pointing at Yang Zhen and shouting, "Fuck you, kid, you let me, a cat, protect your woman, you bastard, do you have any conscience..."

Plop! Yang Zhen fell into the ghost rose flame with a nearly perfect fall.

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The mean cat stared blankly at the water splashes gradually becoming calmer, then suddenly his face changed drastically, and he turned around tremblingly to look at Han Yan'er, with a harmless smile on his face, and said, "Let's talk it over nicely if we have something to say."

"Who did you say was his woman?" Han Yan'er began to feel cold.

The mean cat screamed and ran away. What protection for the little Taoist idiot? The little Taoist idiot needs people... needs the protection of a cat? When Yang Zhen fell into the water, he vaguely heard the sound of ghosts and wolves howling from above. He mourned for the mean cat for three seconds and then put it behind his mind.

Han Yan'er is thin-skinned, and Yang Zhen doesn't even dare to joke with her like this. The bitch cat is simply courting death, and it has nothing to do with Yang Zhen.

When entering the black water, Yang Zhen shuddered suddenly, and his body was almost covered with ice.

It was so cold. Ever since he cultivated the first ray of true energy in his body, Yang Zhen had never felt so cold. The feeling of coldness penetrating into his bones almost made Yang Zhen jump out.

Enduring the biting cold, Yang Zhen rushed all the way down. The vague aura was getting closer and closer, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for Yang Zhen to bear.

It was so cold that Yang Zhen felt that if he stopped now, he would be frozen into an ice ball that would shatter at the slightest touch.

In this life-threatening situation, Yang Zhen could only hold his breath and use his best technique... the dog paddle. He dived down quickly, and soon he saw a ray of light coming from below.

Yang Zhen's face lit up with joy, and just as he was about to speed up, his whole body suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning. A huge force came from his back, and he fell down like a cannonball.

"What the hell?"

Even with Yang Zhen's spiritual perception and reaction speed, he didn't have time to dodge and was hit in the water at the speed of a cannonball. What the hell was this thing?

Yang Zhen grimaced in pain, feeling something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)