How big is the momentum of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin?

As the Wushuitan Lake was surging like a river or sea, huge waves of air rose up into the sky, surging and tumbling, and faint roars that shook the world could be heard.

Not to mention the three Celestial Stage masters, even the Half-Step Great Sage surnamed Lu had a horrible expression on his face, staring at the Black Water Pond and saying in a deep voice, "Be careful!"

The mean cat stared at the Black Water Pond with a serious expression, a look of doubt flashing on his face. He came close to Han Yan'er and whispered, "This thing is not simple. I can feel a palpitation in my heart. You should leave here later and return to Shangyuan Sect first."

"No, what will you do after I leave?" Han Yan'er shook her head, her breath becoming weaker and weaker.

The mean cat glared and said, "Young Yang, you asked me to protect you, and I can't explain why you got hurt. If you die here, how can I face you, young Yang?"

Han Yan'er said nothing and shook her head.

The mean cat took a deep breath and was about to speak when Han Yan'er suddenly said, "If I leave, you won't have to face Yang Zhen."

Hearing Han Yan'er's words, the mean cat laughed and said, "Just relying on these weaklings to kill me, do you think I'm made of mud?"

Roar! A roar that shook the world was heard, and nine dragons appeared at the same time. Under the shroud of the terrifying fog, the nine dragon shadows were looming, which was extremely terrifying.

"Dragon bone, this is impossible!"

The Half-Step Great Sage's face changed drastically, and he muttered to himself: "Nine dragons are born, nine dragons are born, there should be a coffin."

The mean cat also screamed strangely and said, "Damn it, why did he come out?"

Boom! The terrifying sound continued, and an extremely large coffin rushed out of the black water, with surging waves, and the surrounding space was distorted. The face of the Half-Step Great Sage changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped back a few steps, looking at the terrifying scene of the nine dragons pulling the coffin with a vigilant face.

The mean cat leaped up and landed on Han Yan'er, saying, "Go away, don't mess with this thing!"

Han Yan'er's face changed, and just as she was about to leave, a lazy voice came: "Just leave after getting beaten, when did you become such a coward, you bastard?"

The mean cat glared at him and said, "Which bastard is talking about your cat uncle... Yang Zhen in a sarcastic way?"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, standing on the bronze coffin, with the sound of water roaring around him and the horrible air waves surging. His sleeves fluttered, and he carried the Daque sword on his shoulder, but with a playful smile on his face, he said, "Who has offended our Master Cat?"

The mean cat laughed strangely and cursed, "Damn it, it's you, kid. How did you get on the Nine Dragon Coffin? Come down quickly. Do you know how terrifying this thing is?"

"I don't know how horrible it is, I only know that my cat is being bullied..."

Before Yang Zhen finished speaking, his face suddenly turned livid. He leaped forward and appeared beside Han Yan'er in an instant. He asked in a deep voice, "Are you injured?"

A strange look flashed across Han Yan'er's face. She turned her head and whispered, "I'm fine!"

Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, the mean cat approached him hesitantly and said, "Boy, be patient for a while, this is what your fundamental master said, don't be impulsive, the other party is a half-step great sage."

"What happened to the Half-Step Great Sage?" Yang Zhen burst out with a terrifying wave of air with a bang. The energy and blood in his body surged violently. The figure of Qiongqi Tianxu behind him suddenly condensed, vividly, and roared towards the sky.

"Is a Half-Step Great Saint so great?" Yang Zhen narrowed his eyes and stared at the Half-Step Great Saint named Lu, and said in a deep voice: "A woman who dares to bully this great saint must die, even if she is a great saint!"

The Half-Step Great Sage's eyes never left the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. Hearing this, a hint of amusement flashed across his face. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "You are courageous, but your brain is not very good. I didn't expect that under the Great Nether Purgatory, it was actually the senior Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. Boy, hand over the inheritance you got from the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin, and I can give you a decent death."

Yang Zhen grinned, glanced at the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin that was still climbing, lowered his head and said to the cheap cat: "It is true that I told you to be patient for a while, but there is another sentence behind it, which I will teach you today."

"What?" The mean cat blinked and asked curiously.

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get!"

After saying that, Yang Zhen soared into the sky with a bang in front of Jianmao's astonished gaze, and rushed towards the Half-Step Great Sage with the Daque Sword in his hand. His speed was as fast as lightning, and with bursts of buzzing sonic booms, he rushed to the top of the Half-Step Great Sage in the blink of an eye and chopped off the Half-Step Great Sage's head with his sword.

With this sword, not to mention a half-step great sage, even a strong saint can crack open his head!

The Half-Step Great Sage was not afraid at all. He laughed loudly and blocked the attack with his sword.

“Too slow!”

Yang Zhen's speed was as fast as lightning, but who would have thought that the speed of the Half-Step Great Sage was even more incredible. With a clang of golden swords clashing, the long sword hit the big sword tightly.

The Celestial Stage expert who had drawn his sword as fast as lightning and cut off a hair of the cheap cat had his eyes gleaming as he muttered to himself, "Nothing is indestructible, only speed cannot break it. As expected, Master is sincere... What?"

Before the Celestial Stage expert finished speaking, he noticed that the Half-Step Great Sage's face changed drastically, and the smile on Yang Zhen's face became even brighter. At this time, he still had the leisure to blink at him and said, "Hasn't your master ever told you what it means to defeat ten skills with one force?"

Boom! A loud noise shook the earth. The sword of the Half-Step Great Sage was pressed down by Yang Zhen with a devastating force. If the Half-Step Great Sage had not reacted quickly, it would have hit his head directly.

Even so, the Half-Step Great Sage was hit hard on the shoulder by Yang Zhen. He retreated with a livid face and said in a deep voice, "What kind of strange power is this?"

Yang Zhen's face was also livid. He stared at the Half-Step Great Sage and said, "Isn't the Half-Step Great Sage great? I can't bear to bully my woman. Who do you think you are?"

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Boom! Yang Zhen exploded again. Qiongqi Tianxu roared to the sky behind him. Waves of horrifying blood and energy surged out, like huge waves rising from the vast ocean. The sound was so loud that it made everyone's hair stand on end.

Seeing Yang Zhen rushing towards the Half-Step Great Sage again, Jianmao was stunned and said with his eyes wide open: "This kid's strength seems to have increased again. What kind of strange strength is this?"

At this point, the mean cat turned around and looked at the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin that was about to rush out of the abyss. His eyes lit up and he muttered to himself, "What kind of inheritance did you give to kid Yang? You're still not at peace even after you die."

A strange look flashed across Han Yan'er's face at the side. It was unknown whether it was because she was seriously injured or for other reasons, but her beautiful face turned slightly red. She looked at Yang Zhen with complicated eyes full of anger. As Yang Zhen encountered danger, she screamed in surprise, with a look of worry on her face.

"You bastard, you're looking for death!"

The powerful man in the Celestial Phenomenon stage, whose sword was as fast as lightning, shouted coldly, and rushed towards Yang Zhen with his sword flying.

"Any fancy martial arts are useless when you are at extreme speed. What good is great strength? If Master didn't underestimate you, how could he let you succeed?"

The strong man in the celestial phenomenon period was as fast as thunder, leaving a series of phantoms behind him. With sword flowers all over the sky, he completely covered Yang Zhen in the blink of an eye.

"roll!"

Yang Zhen snorted coldly and slapped the Tianxiang period cultivator with his sword. The Tianxiang period cultivator immediately fell out and spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. His arms and legs were all swinging at a weird angle, obviously broken.

"This... is impossible. Isn't speed the supreme law?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the Celestial Phenomenon cultivator, nodded and said, "You are right, speed is indeed the supreme law, but there is another magical power in this world that you have not understood."

"What magical power?" asked the Half-Step Great Sage with a curious look on his face.

Yang Zhen was too powerful, and often seemed to be able to know all his movements, which made him very uncomfortable, so even though he knew it was not appropriate to ask this question now, he still couldn't help it.

Hearing the words of the Half-Step Great Sage, Yang Zhen swung his sword towards the Half-Step Great Sage. While the Half-Step Great Sage was in shock and anger, Yang Zhen struck the Half-Step Great Sage on the body with a bang.

"This magical power is called...prediction!"

(End of this chapter)