Don't say it's Yang Zhen, it's just that the cheap cat didn't get up for a long time after seeing the leader being photographed, and they all screamed excitedly.

The horror of the Shadow Eater isn't how much it can swallow in one bite, but its ability to daydream at any time.

This thing is a nightmare for people who are not strong-willed, take a daydream, tremble for a long time and can't get used to it, it's just the same as stiff directness, and even more powerful than stiff directness, because this thing is not passive, without CD, you can shoot it immediately.

If you see a person who is more colorful, you may be able to rush to the pinnacle of life and enter the saint mode at once.

Damn it!

The more I think about it, the more powerful the thief is!

Yang Zhen laughed, carried the sword on his body, and said, "Congratulations, you answered correctly, reward a daydream!"

Boom ——!

A terrifying force erupted from under Yang Zhen's feet, and the swamp ground burst open, dragging the Great Missing Sword, sweeping through the dirt like a storm, rushing towards the leader.

The leader's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly took two steps back, and said something to the clansmen who were still fighting with Hua Youyue and the others, angry and hysterical.

Those Shangqian Secret Clans who were still fighting with Hua Youyue and the others were all shocked, their faces were hideous, and they left Hua Youyue and the others and rushed towards Yang Zhen one after another.

Hua Youyue and the others' faces changed greatly, and they were about to rush towards Yang Zhen to help Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen laughed, there was a big shortage of swords in his hand, and he said loudly: "Don't come here, I want to fight a hundred of them!"

Hua Youyue and the others were stunned when they heard this, and then stopped.

Mo Xueling said anxiously: "Yang Zhen, don't be reckless, those Upper Secret Clan's body skills are very weird, and their swordsmanship is superb...... This ......"

Hua Youyue had a smile on her face, although she was also a little worried, more curious.

In the face of so many Shangqian Secret Clans, and an ability that can disappear at any time, how can Yang Zhen fight a hundred at a time?

The next moment, Hua Youyue and Mo Xueling glanced at each other, and their faces showed incredible looks.

The rest of the people looked at Yang Zhen with a confused expression, and the cheap cat muttered to themselves: "Damn, do these rabbits have a special hobby of being beaten, how can they be more comfortable the more they fight?"

After those people from the secret clan rushed to Yang Zhen to catch up, they obviously underestimated the terrifying power of the Great Missing Sword, and many people took the delicate small sword in their hands to resist the Great Missing Sword, but they were naturally slapped away by Yang Zhen's Great Missing Sword, and in the wailing, it was still a little miserable and miserable at first, and it became a groan before it landed, and Yang Zhen was terrified when he listened.

It's horrible!

The leader's face changed again, this time with a flushed look, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Yang Zhen's weapon is strange, don't bump into him, find a chance to kill him!"

Buzz——!

There was a roar between the heavens and the earth, and the monks of the Secret Clan disappeared together, and the entire vicinity of the swamp became a misty, and even Yang Zhen couldn't tell where it was the people and where was the confused aura released.

"Damn, it's amazing to be invisible?" Yang Zhen scolded!

"At least I can easily kill you!" The leader's voice came, and Yang Zhen, who listened to it, almost slapped it with a big lack of sword.

Although he couldn't feel the exact breath of those people, Yang Zhen could feel that they didn't leave, but circled around, trying to find an opportunity to kill with one blow.

This is the strength of the Shanggan Secret Clan in a ghost place like the Forbidden Land of Life, if they hide and are almost invincible, who can help them?

It's just that Yang Zhen is a little puzzled, three thousand years ago, the medicine maniac seemed to have met the Shangqian Secret Clan here, and used the hidden root to pose a 'damn' word in mid-air and spread it out.

Now that 3,000 years have passed, why are these Upper Secret Clans still here?

If these people are not crazy, they should not be a group of people who are so obsessed with this place...... Yang Zhen laughed.

Obviously, this place has been holding on to the secret clan for three thousand years, and it is at least three thousand years, so there must be something good here!

Thinking of good things, Yang Zhen's mood improved, and the phantoms around him also became pleasing to the eye, and as soon as Yang Zhen was happy, he wanted to make others happy, he was such a kind person.

Boom ——!

"More re-clones: Go to Rimatti!"

Whoosh, dozens of Yang Zhen rushed in all directions, so frightened that the leader of the Secret Clan sat on the ground and almost slipped into the swamp.

"No way, you...... You dare to use the power of True Yuan, you are dead, you are dead!"

Yang Zhen pursed his lips, carried the Great Lack Sword to the leader of the Shangqian Secret Clan, squatted down and said, "Who told you that the True Yuan power can only shadow the clone, and the means of the Ben Sao Saint are also understood by you, a goblin?"

"We are the Great Upper Secret Clan, not some goblins!"

Yang Zhen stabbed the leader with the Great Lack Sword and asked, "What clan?"

"Upper ...... Secret Clan!" The leader trembled, rolled his eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and persevered.

The rest of the people from the Secret Clan all appeared, except for the two guys who were more unlucky and were killed by Yang Zhen, they all stared at Yang Zhen deadly.

Yang Zhen glanced at the group of people behind him, and the rest of the clones all contained a trace of his divine soul power, and exploded with a bang.

It's a good beating!

Boom ——!

A secret man was blown away.

"This is true!" The rest of the people screamed and rushed towards that Yang Zhen, and several more were blown away by Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen, who was squatting in front of the leader, sighed, stabbed the leader with a big sword, trembled again, and whispered: "Don't tell them, this is Ben Sao Sheng, you see you tremble when I stab you!"

The leader looked at Yang Zhen with a frightened expression: "Devil, you are the devil!"

Yang Zhen slapped the leader on the head: "How can Ben Sao Sheng be the kind of devil who can't be on the stage, let me ask you, your stealth is a bit powerful, how did you do ......it?"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen glared: "If you dare to say that it is a racial talent, I will throw you into the swamp!"

The leader was about to cry, both eyes lost focus, and the daydream function of the Great Missing Sword was too powerful for him to bear.

In addition, Yang Zhen, the bastard, is like a devil, whether it is in force or scheming, he is determined to take the lead.

Seeing Yang Zhen staring at him with a frightened look, the leader said with a crying voice: "Really...... What a talent!"

Yang Zhen sighed and shook his head: "This can't be played, you said that this is a talent, how can Ben Sao Sheng learn?"

Hearing that Yang Zhen really wanted to learn this kind of talent, the leader glanced at Da Que Jian with palpitations, and seeing that Yang Zhen was about to shoot Da Que Jian up, the leader swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked like he was going to die with his neck.

Bang bang bang!

More than 20 people fell in front of the leader, all rolled their eyes, and several vomited, and what made the leader even more terrifying was that two of their trouser pockets were actually wet, and they hugged each other and gnawed wildly, so ...... It was two men.

"Don't, don't...... Don't shoot ......" The leader hurriedly shook his hand into a phantom, and hurriedly said: "Also...... It's not that you can't learn. ”