Invincibility Starts with Full Attributes

With Yang Zhen drinking lightly, the whole reckless world suddenly sent out a horrible sound like a Gulong Yin. Under the sky, the rumbling swept like a torrent and rushed towards Yang Zhen's hands.

A faint light flashed out in Yang Zhen's eyes, and the whole person's painful teeth grinned and yelled: "Damn, I didn't expect to receive such a book so painfully, I lost it."

The terror wave lasted for almost a quarter of an hour, and Yang Zhen tilted his head, lying on the wooden bench crookedly, gasping for gasps, unable to lift his body with any strength.

In my mind, a gigantic and simple thing like a book shines brightly, and it shines with the metaphysical text of the heavenly book that Yang Zhen obtained before. However, in this heavenly book, there are three large characters in seal script, which are like gilt gold, and the three characters are hidden in the book. Simple and vigorous, with a breath of heaven and earth!

The heavenly book is divided into territories, and contains the essence of Qiankun. Every subtle breath can feel a simple and long-lasting breath.

Panting, Yang Zhen grinned: "What is this called, this is called Tianzong Wizards, do you mean, cheap cat, cheap cat?"

The sound of no one shouting 666 next to him made Yang Zhen stunned, opened his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly he was shocked.

The wooden house has disappeared, or has collapsed. Only a wooden bench under Yang Zhen has been kept in place. All other places are in ruins. Yang Zhen was buried under the rock.

"Damn, the Lingding collapsed?"

Although Yang Zhen had a hunch when collecting Tianshudi's collection of articles, once he collected them, this area of ​​heaven and earth would probably no longer exist, but he did not expect such complete destruction.

This... Fortunately, no one saw it. Otherwise, a crime of destroying Lingding was detained. Yang Zhen was really a bit uncomfortable.

But nobody felt comfortable when he saw it. Yang Zhen stood up and felt the earth and stone around him, and suddenly scolded his mother.

Where is this buried in the earth and rock, it is buried under the mountain, or the whole wooden house has sunk to the depth of dozens of feet.

Yang Zhen stood at the same place with a brutal expression on his face. In this case, let alone one punch, it was two punches and two hundred punches. I am afraid that the gravel has buried him before the person has gone out.

The name of the world's first suffocated inheritor.

Yang Zhen laughed at himself and put his hands on the soil next to him. A yellow light burst out of his eyes, and flickered away. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see any abnormality.

"Geozoology!"

With Yang Zhen drinking lightly, Yang Zhen's figure suddenly disappeared in place, whizzing between the rocks.

Yang Zhen was taken aback. He didn't expect that the exercises recorded in Tianshudi's Tibetan collection were so mysterious. After a short time of no adaptation, he suddenly lost his direction and sprang up under the ground like a headless fly.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Zhen just slammed out, and at the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

"grass!"

This is a cliff, and Yang Zhen's body is still in the operation of the Dizang Pian, and for a time the power cannot be converted, and he fell directly from the air.

On the ground, the two groups were fighting. Two of the women were interdependent, with mottled blood stains on their bodies, their blood turned pale, and they were clearly the end of the crossbow.

A group of monks next to him looked gloomy. They surrounded the two women and kept working hard. At first sight, the two women were taken down. When they heard a groan, they were startled and looked up quickly.

boom--!

Yang Zhen finally converted Zhenyuan back, but it was too late. The whole person fell on the ground like a shell and directly hit a deep pit.

All the people around were dumbfounded. They stood still and did not dare to move. They stared at Yang Zhen in the pit with a shocked light.

"Bah!"

Yang Zhen spit out the weeds in his mouth, and some climbed up in awkwardness, patted the soil on his body, and looked at a group of coercive people and said, "Sorry, disturbing you to fight, you continue, continue... "

While talking, Yang Zhen crawled out of the pit and left.

Two women in the crowd looked anxiously. One of the young women stopped talking and was stopped by the other middle-aged woman. She shook her head secretly.

Yang Zhen walked while wondering about the Tibetan art in the Tibetan monastery. How can he grasp the direction the next time he used it? He raised his head and saw a long sword. What is the work of Ben Sao?"

Saint Sao?

Hearing Yang Zhen’s weird title, a middle-aged man in front of him looked stunned. Shen Sheng asked, “Who are you, is it Yang’s aftermath?”

"Yang Family?" Yang Zhen froze, saying: "Ben Sao Sheng is indeed named Yang, but it is not the Yang Family's desire. This Daoist, please give up a little, and block the way of Ben Sao Sheng."

A gloomy look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, seemingly giving way, smiling and saying, "Little boy, go well."

"Thank you!"

Yang Zhen arched his hand and walked straight out, and suddenly a charming exclaimed cry came out: "Master, be careful!"

"Huh?" Yang Zhen turned around and looked at the source of the voice in surprise.

A black shadow suddenly appeared on the side of Yang Zhen, the long sword flashing in his hand, stab at Yang Zhen's heart.

Yang Zhen was surprised, turned his head, and looked at the last grimacing face. It was a young monk beside the middle-aged man. He looked fiercely and said, "Boy, since you are also named Yang, don't want to leave... what? "

What the hell?

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the long sword stabbing, his face stunned. Whatever the name is Yang, don’t leave. Yang’s eats your rice or sleeps with your wife?

when!

A sound of Jin Ge sympathy came. The young monk's sword was fierce, and his quasi-head was excellent. He stabbed directly at Yang Zhen's mouth, but it seemed that his strength was a little weak. Too.

The middle-aged monk looked dumbfounded, staring blankly at his hand and interrupting his sword. He groaned, his body exploded, and after a moment of effort, he returned to the distance and looked at Yang Zhen horrificly.

Yang Zhen glanced down, and the ragged clothes worn in the rock piles now have a small hole, revealing the delicate little raisin at the mouth of Yang Zhen's heart.

Seeing such an incredible scene, everyone was dull and looked at Yang Zhen with a dazed expression... The delicate little raisin exposed in the hole in the clothes swallowed hard.

Yang Zhen slowly raised his hand, covered the hole in his clothes, turned his head to look at the young man holding the broken sword, and said fiercely, "Damn, do you dare to stab me?"

"Hands on!" The middle-aged man snarled ~www.readwn.com~More than ten monks rushed towards Yang Zhen.

The charming young woman was taken aback, and the sword rushed up: "Master, be careful!"

The middle-aged woman was equally shocked, and when she saw everyone rushing towards Yang Zhen, her face also changed, and with a scornful rebuke, the Long Sword suddenly burst out of a green awn, killing the middle-aged man.

A long sword pierced Yang Zhen's head, and Yang Zhen shook his head too slowly.

After avoiding the long sword, Yang Zhen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand on the ground, and muttered to himself: "Geozoology, bind!"

Rumble!

A wave of dirt rolled up and happened to appear at the feet of more than a dozen monks. Everyone felt something strange under their feet, looked down, and their hair suddenly exploded.

"This... what the **** is this?" The middle-aged man groaned and lifted his sword downward, but stabbed his feet with a wailing voice, and the painful face was pale.