This is not the Hongmeng world, it is simply a world of confusion. After Yang Zhen came in, he was completely confused, his mind was a mess and he felt a little slow.

The mean cat screamed, pulled Yang Zhen's collar and said, "Damn it, kid, what the hell are we in?"

Han Yan'er seemed a little scared and held Yang Zhen's hand tightly. Yang Zhen patted her and said slowly, "Don't be afraid. It's just a place of its own. It's no big deal."

"It's no big deal?" The mean cat ruthlessly sabotaged the situation, staring at the surrounding environment and said, "Boy, this is a world refined by the Great Sage, and it almost has its own laws. We know nothing about the laws of heaven and earth here. Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"How dangerous can it be?" Yang Zhen curled his lips. How dangerous could this damn place be? The Great Sage could survive, but they couldn't? Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, the mean cat grinned and said, "Don't move. It's better not to move. You don't know the laws of heaven and earth here. If you move, you might be wiped out on the spot."

Yang Zhen sat down on the ground with an ugly expression on his face. He said in astonishment, "Is it so cruel?"

Seeing that Yang Zhen didn't dare to move, the mean cat heaved a sigh of relief and started to explain, "Why else do you think the Great Sage of Nine Dragons dared to let nine long worms pull his coffin around? This is a world of its own. Whoever the Great Sage of Nine Dragons wants to die must die. There is no room for negotiation, even if other great saints come."

"Damn it, doesn't that mean we are doomed?" Yang Zhen glared, "This Nine Dragon Great Sage is too stingy, he doesn't even allow others to visit his house?"

The mean cat showed a look of contempt on his face, and said as he looked at the surroundings, "Boy, this is where the body of the Great Sage of Nine Dragons is stored. How can we let others come in casually? If someone with bad intentions destroys the body of the Great Sage of Nine Dragons, wouldn't his preparations for tens of thousands of years go to waste?"

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Jianmao in surprise. This bastard who was only afraid of chaos in the world finally said something true.

If this was the place where Yang Zhen stored the corpse himself, let alone a person coming in, even if a fly came in, Yang Zhen would cut it into pieces.

This is no joke. All the hard work put into success will be ruined in an instant, and it will be too late to regret it then.

People are dead, where can I go to regret? Thinking of this, Yang Zhen took a breath, not even daring to breathe, holding his breath and concentrating, he said to Han Yan'er and Jianmao: "You two be careful, I'll see if I can figure out what's going on here first."

Having said that, without waiting for Jianmao and Han Yan'er to speak, Yang Zhen entered into a state of enlightenment. He looked like an old monk in meditation, his entire mind immersed in this grey world.

The mean cat was stunned and said in amazement: "Others may not be able to achieve enlightenment once in their lifetime, but this bastard can achieve enlightenment easily. This talent... really deserves a beating."

Han Yan'er rolled her eyes at the mean cat and said, "You're still talking nonsense here. Think about whether you can help. You've lived for so many years. Have you never heard of this law of heaven and earth?"

The mean cat glared and said, "What do you know, little girl? The longer you live, the more you will know. Who can remember so many things? By the time I remember everything, I'm afraid we will all become fertilizer here."

Han Yan'er curled her lips and simply ignored the bastard Jianmao who failed to deliver at the critical moment. She sat cross-legged carefully and began to practice.

The mean cat mumbled something to himself and lay down on the side. Just as he was about to put his head under his paws, he suddenly shuddered and looked at Han Yan'er with wide eyes.

Han Yan'er exuded a strange aura, and with each inhalation and exhalation, it seemed to be in harmony with the laws of nature, and it was actually able to attract the aura of Yang Zhen.

Not long after, Yang Zhen also began to exude this aura.

Seeing the aura emanating from Han Yan'er, the mean cat was struck by lightning. He stared blankly at the turbulent chaotic aura around him, rubbing his hands and saying excitedly, "Damn, Yang kid and little Taoist are so lucky. There's actually a trace of chaotic aura refined in here, and it was actually touched by Han Yan'er!"

At this point, the mean cat had a weird look on his face, and muttered, "Now Jiulong is going to cry. Although I don't know where he got this trace of chaotic energy from, he actually refined it into the coffin world. But if it continues like this, Jiulong hasn't woken up yet, and this trace of chaotic energy may be refined by Han Yan'er."

The mean cat circled around Han Yan'er and Yang Zhen excitedly, with a complicated expression on his face.

It is hard to imagine that a cat's face can reveal such complex human emotions. One can imagine how strange the cat's heart is at this moment.

Yang Zhen did not practice, and his entire mind was immersed in the coffin world. He would probably not wake up for a while. Han Yan'er accidentally touched the chaotic energy, and it would be unlikely for her to wake up now. The cheap cat was bored for a moment, and fell asleep beside Yang Zhen.

I don’t know how long it took, but with each breath of the cheap cat, I could faintly hear the roar of a dragon, as if the cat had the power of nine dragons in its body.

The chaotic energy around Han Yan'er became increasingly dense, and her face turned pale. It seemed as if she was aware of this power and was trying to refine it forcefully, but it looked a little reluctant.

Only Yang Zhen seemed to be fine. No, he was like a dead person. Even his breathing became extremely slow. If one did not stare at Yang Zhen for a long time, one could not feel Yang Zhen's breathing at all.

The rumbling and violent thunder was still roaring in the air. Under the turbulent winds of heaven and earth, violent gusts of wind whistled past, blowing Yang Zhen's clothes and hair into the air.

As time went by, the strong wind in the air became stronger and stronger. The cheap cat was caught off guard and was blown far away. He suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. When his eyes fell on Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen suddenly shook all over, as if he was waking up.

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Roar! A roar that shook the world was heard, and the whole world seemed to be on fire. In the chaotic air, a huge black shadow loomed, and the cheap cat was shocked and his fur stood up.

"Damn it, kid, wake up, what the hell is this?"

Roar! There was another roar that shook the universe, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky, rushing towards Yang Zhen and others with a destructive attitude.

The mean cat looked pale, staring at the dark shadow that blocked out the sun in the sky, and cursed wildly: "Jiulong, you damned bastard, can you just seal this thing in? It's over, it's really over now."

"What is this?" Yang Zhen opened his eyes, looked at the huge creature in the air with curiosity, and asked without turning his head.

"Tuntian Hou, this is Tuntian Hou, it's over, boy, we are going to be eaten." The mean cat's face turned pale and he muttered to himself, "Damn it, I don't know if this fur of mine is easy to digest."

Yang Zhen was stunned when he heard this. He turned to look at the mean cat and asked, "Which one is stronger, the Heaven-Swallowing Hound or the Dragon-Chiding Hound?"

The mean cat glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "It's obvious that after Chilong saw the Heaven-Swallowing Hound, he had to run away!"

(End of this chapter)