Windy summer.

This is the name of a country, and Yang Zhen is walking in the royal capital of this country at this moment.

After a few years, his face has faded and he has become much more resolute, and he doesn't know what he has experienced over the years.

A short time later, he appeared outside the side door of a manor, and was soon led inside.

"Big brother! You're finally here. ”

Yang Zhen nodded, looking at the warm eyes in this manor.

"Over the years, the Fengxia army has continued to kill good people and slaughter civilians in the name of killing the enemy, and the army's food and salary have been greedy at all levels, and some people have long been dissatisfied."

"I also heard that King Fengxia was established from the ruins of the old dynasty because of the sacrifice to the evil gods."

"How is it, big brother, there is a lot of promise here."

A pair of eyes with hot blood, Yang Zhen couldn't help but feel a slight sinking in his heart, these young people, some were bandits in the mountains and forests, some were knights in the rivers and lakes, and some were wealthy people.

But as he followed him over the years, everything changed.

The appearance of integrity and enthusiasm seems to be their original appearance.

He didn't know how to tell, but it seemed like a good thing anyway.

"Since the brothers all want to overthrow this Wind Summer Tyrant, then let's try!"

Yang Zhen raised his head and raised his fist in the sun, he remembered Zhang Qing's warning, he would die, and he was destined to die.

But so what, in the limited time, he just wants to do more.

The changes of the past few years have made him no longer pray for Zhang Qing's salvation.

……

The world of only physical cultivation is so pure, and in just five years, the flames of war have ignited in various realms of wind and summer.

In the following ten years, Yang Zhen and his followers occupied all the important cities of Fengxia like a bamboo, and when countless resources began to tilt, Fengxia could no longer bear it.

The body cultivation of several golden lotuses angrily killed the rebels, and finally in a place in the Hanhai Plain, Yang Zhen broke through by killing the five golden lotuses with the cultivation of the ninth layer of the foundation.

Since then, nothing has been able to stop him.

"General!"

The army was like dust, and there were fanatical followers who brought a gift to Yang Zhen, and at the same time, the other party's cultivation was actually planting golden lotus.

The box opened, and a sculpture with three heads and six arms appeared in front of Yang Zhen.

At this moment, all the people around who saw the sculpture flashed confusion in their eyes, and some instinctive greed erupted.

The first time he saw this thing, Yang Zhen understood a lot, such as why Feng Xia would sacrifice to the evil gods, such as why, in the secret information he learned during this time, even though it was accompanied by the existence of a three-headed and six-armed sculpture.

This world does not belong to them as humans, but to the group of evil gods in front of them.

The first time anyone sees it, they are sure that this thing can bring endless power to themselves.

For this reason, it is inevitable to indulge.

A low dragon chant sounded in the void, Yang Zhen's eyes were clear, and under the dragon power, everyone around him woke up.

Someone shouted angrily, "General, this is the evil god sculpture, destroy it!" ”

"Otherwise, there will be no peace in the world!"

"That's right, ruined it."

Even the general who was in high spirits at the beginning looked at Yang Zhen expectantly at this moment, no longer confused by the sculpture of the Tianluo clan.

"That's what it means."

Zhang Qing, who was standing in the distance, was slightly shocked that Yang Zhen's [intention] was able to affect everyone around him indiscriminately.

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On the other side, Yang Zhen looked at the three-headed and six-armed sculpture and hesitated for a long time, he finally understood now that Zhang Qing said that he would definitely die.

The chaos among the human race is nothing to these three-headed and six-armed races.

One day, if he pierces this day, he will definitely face this group of three-headed and six-armed monsters.

"But ......"

"So what?"

Yang Zhen pressed his palm, and the half-human-tall sculpture turned into powder, like dust blown away by the wind, and faintly, an angry roar could be heard ringing in everyone's ears.

"Even though there are thousands of thorns ahead."

At this moment, Zhang Qing felt Yang Zhen's [meaning], which seemed to be sublimated.

In another decade, a huge empire prostrate at Yang Zhen's feet, and thousands of physical cultivation legions seemed to be able to sweep the entire world.

Thirty years later.

Kill!

Countless shouts and killings, the surging evil aura filled the sky, and in the center of the gunsmoke, Yang Zhen looked at the enemy in front of him with solemn eyes.

This was the first time he had encountered a strong man who could manifest the phantom of the Tianluo Clan.

The power carried by the other party seems to have surpassed the golden lotus.

And after decades of training, he is still the seventh opening of the Golden Lotus.

"So what?"

"Kill!"

The blood-colored dragon circled into the sky, and Yang Zhen rushed towards the other party, this was the first battle he encountered when he encountered the power of the Tianluo clan.

Like countless predecessors, even if the Luo clan had been prepared for this day, he still won.

The enemy was torn apart, standing in the rain of blood, Yang Zhen looked up to the sky and roared.

He was angry, he was lonely, at the end of this blood-colored road, he was alone, and behind him, there were countless pairs of believers who could only see its back.

He couldn't stop.

Even if it's a path to death.

"It's a magical legacy, isn't it?"

The Earth Immortal Tianluo Clan appeared in front of Zhang Qing again, and Yang Zhen in the center of the distant battlefield was reflected in his six pairs of eyes.

The only thing he was interested in that ant was the [meaning] that he couldn't even capture in the other party, and that's it.

This chaos will eventually be quelled by the clansmen of the Tianluo clan one day in the future, and even the chaos brought by Yang Zhen may also allow a few new clansmen to open the gate of heaven.

The Tianluo clan is absolutely sure, so in their opinion, this seems to be a good thing.

"Human beings in the past were like this, again and again beyond the confines of the Golden Age of all races, and in the end, no one could stop it."

After speaking, the earth immortal looked at Zhang Qing, "When are you leaving?" ”

"But you want me to send you out?"

Obviously, because of Zhang Qing's existence, the traces on his body are too heavily implicated in the world, causing the crack in this world to become bigger.

The Tianluo clan was completely unprepared to return to the human world like this, and they still wanted to hide again, so as not to be aware of the reality of their own race.

"The juniors have their own means to leave, probably, not long after."

Zhang Qing replied respectfully, and then looked at Yang Zhen in the distance, the other party's rise speed was faster than he imagined, maybe it won't be long before he could have the strength of Tianmen.

Right now, Yang Zhen's strength is no less than the immortal law inheritance of the same level, and even if you count the blessing of that intention, he is even stronger.

The Earth Immortal who got the answer left, and Zhang Qing continued to wait until this day, when Yang Zhen completely broke through the limit of a hundred miles of golden lotus cultivation and fought a decisive battle with a Tianluo clan of the Tianmen Realm.

On the earth, two furnaces collided with qi and blood, and in the sky, a three-headed and six-armed Tianluo clan standing in the clouds stared at the battlefield without squinting.

This is a duel, a mortal sound.