Thousands of dead bones all lie on the ground and kneel, facing one direction, and hang their heads and die.

Anyone who sees this kind of scene will feel a sense of shock.

When Yang Zhen heard the shouting of the little cat, he ran over and saw it. He was shocked and couldn't help but shouting.

Looking up, the little cat was sitting on the ground beside him, looking at the cocky cock with an angry look.

The slutty cock didn't know what was going on, so he held the little cat's tail and dragged it out. The two guys were in a stalemate, and neither of them obeyed each other.

The little cat was impatient by the slut, and stretched out his claws and slapped the slut's head, and said furiously: "Let go, let go, let go of me, damn, the things here are not from yours, why can't you take them casually?"

"No!" The slutty cock looked furious and let the little cat slap its head so loudly that it would not let go.

Yang Zhen walked forward, a second-hand man slapped them apart, then angrily scolded, "Why are you still fighting?"

The bastard snorted coldly, pointed at the slut and said, "Boy, come and judge. There are so many treasures here, so what's the reason why this slut is not allowed to touch me?"

The slutty cock snorted coldly, tilted his head and looked arrogant, ignoring Yang Zhen at all, let alone being a slutty cat.

"Look at it, what is this bastard's attitude?" The little cat pointed at the slut and said, "If I had put it in the past, I could slap it into a roast chicken with just one slap."

"No!" The slut glanced at the little cat, and looked at the little cat with one eye, with a look of disdain.

Yang Zhen ignored these two guys, turned his head and looked at the group of dead bones on the ground in a frightened and suspicious manner, and frowned.

Hua Youyue came to Yang Zhen and said, "They all died suddenly, without any wounds on their bodies!"

Not only did there be no wounds, but there was no damage to the skin on his body. If it had not been dried into a mummy, Yang Zhen would have thought that a group of people were kneeling down to worship the ancestors.

The leader of the crowd was an old man. He looked hunched, but his body emitted a bright light. I don’t know how many years have passed, but the aura on his body has not completely dissipated.

This is a strong man!

Yang Zhen came to the old man and gave a junior greeting to the old man, which made everyone stunned.

"Boy, everyone is dead. Why are you doing so polite with this old man?" The bastard came to Yang Zhen with a suspicious look on his face, and asked in a striking and suspicious look: "I haven't seen you so polite before."

Yang Zhen glared at the bastard and said, "What do you know? The dead are the most important, and you can't get into the ground. This is the custom of our village. This group of people cannot fall asleep, especially these old men. Don't you feel a little pitiful?"

"Oh, after hearing what you said, I really feel that they are a little pitiful. They cannot live with the heavens in life, and cannot sleep in peace when they die. But in this way, aren't these all living beings a little pitiful?"

Speaking of this, the little cat was stunned, muttered, and said in surprise: "Damn, I suddenly felt that what I said was reasonable, and it simply implies the great way."

Yang Zhen sneered and said, "This is also called Dao. Then Dao is not worthless. This is just a common sense of life. If a creature does not have this awareness, how can he live out his true self in the world?"

No one noticed that everyone, one cat, one said, and I said, and no one noticed that Hua Youyue, behind them, all looked at them with a shocked look on their faces.

Especially Mo Xueling, a foreign woman, had a pair of gem blue-green eyes flashing with a dazzling light, and she looked at Yang Zhen with a burning look of surprise.

"I didn't expect that Yang Zhen, who was not afraid of the earth and not afraid, even the Heavenly Lord dared to kill with one sword, had such a high level of awareness. He spoke with words and words, and he could perform the junior rituals so naturally in the face of an old man. What kind of person is he...?"

Shanyang, who was standing beside him, suddenly snorted and said, "We don't know what kind of person we are, we only know that there is a reason for Yang Zhen to do this."

Mo Xueling was stunned, turned to look at Yang Zhen, and was stunned.

A ray of light suddenly flashed in front of the old man, and a buzzing sound of abundance came from the entire hall. In the direction of the people kneeling down, a huge millstone turntable rumbled over.

"Oh, it's open!" Yang Zhen walked towards the grinding stone turntable happily, and everyone was stunned.

The bitch was also surprised and looked at Yang Zhen's back and said in annoyance: "Damn, I'm fooled. How could you have the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young? It turned out that you discovered a way to open the secret hiding, but this old man was also very bad and actually created such a shameless ban."

Mo Xueling looked at Yang Zhen blankly, couldn't help but laugh and murmured: "So that's it."

Areda sneered and said, "Yang Zhen, this bastard must have not really given the old man his junior gifts."

Shanyang nodded quickly. Just as he was about to speak, Mo Xueling suddenly shook his head and said, "You are wrong!"

"Wrong?"

Areda and Shanyang looked at each other and asked in unison: "What's wrong, isn't it?"

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Mo Xueling's mouth, and the dimples on her mouth were unique to exotic style. She spoke, "When the millstone turntable was opened just now, Yang Zhen's face showed a hint of surprise, which showed that he didn't know that doing so would enable the ban to be opened."

"This..." Areda and Shanyang were shocked, looking at Yang Zhen who was walking to the millstone in surprise.

Hua Youyue, who was walking in front of Mo Xueling, had a faint smile in her expression, and her eyes were falling on Yang Zhen, becoming softer and softer. When she saw Yang Zhen walking forward, she immediately reminded her: "Be careful!"

Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "Come here, little girl, there are good things here!"

Hua Youyue was stunned, Lianbu walked over slowly and asked curiously: "What good thing?"

Yang Zhen is rich and has all kinds of strange things on him. If he can say that he is a good thing, he will definitely not be an ordinary person.

The millstone in the place where the few people are located is extremely huge. After turning around, there is a beautiful seat on it, shining brightly, with a breath of mightyness that makes people dare not look directly at. It should be the head of the sect.

But at this time, the position of the sect leader was empty and there was no one. Although it was spotless, it should have been a long time since anyone touched it.

Yang Zhen looked back as the head of the sect, and said with a smile on his face: "Come and see it yourself, I can't pull it out!"

"Can't pull it out?" Hua Youyue looked over and looked at her head, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said with a low voice: "Holy Soldier!"

Behind the seat, a long sword emitting a bright blue light was inserted. The ice aura was extremely strong, but it was condensed but not dissipated, as if it was always guarding the long sword.

Yang Zhen nodded, jumped to the position of the sect leader, and used all his strength to hold the hilt of the sword. He used all his energy to eat, and could not pull out no matter what he said.

"Damn it, little girl, please get out of the way first. I'm going to compete with this broken sword!" Yang Zhen was furious and changed his angle. A ball of power suddenly burst out from his body. He shouted, his hands were exposed, and his eyes were wide open.

Click!

A crisp sound came, and Yang Zhen's hands and arms were frozen into ice lumps.

"Damn it, it's so cold!" Yang Zhen hurriedly let go, looking at the long sword with a strange expression, his eyes flashed with disdain, and said with a pout, "Breaking Sword, it must be broken, it's sour!"

Hua Youyue laughed and explained slowly: "The Holy Sword has a spirit, so choose the master by yourself. Obviously, you are not its master!"

"Who cares!" Yang Zhen glared at the sword, and the little cat next to him laughed strangely, with a look of contempt.
Chapter completed!