Chapter 79 Oh, the Equipment Has Been Dropped!

Yun Jie seemed to be broken by Yang Zhenqi, a mass of violent energy fluctuations erupted from his body, sword Qi was like a dragon, roaring with endless power, and rushed towards Yang Zhen crazily.

This blow was almost the strongest blow in the Hinayana period. It was obvious that Yun Jie did not underestimate Yang Zhen like Luo Kun did. As he said, Yang Zhen must die in the face of him.

"You lunatic, do you know how precious the Fortune Fruit is?"

Yun Jie roared, and the expression on his face was distorted: "If I get the good luck fruit, maybe I can open up the spiritual sea before the Nascent Soul stage, and then I will be an invincible existence in the Nascent Soul stage, maybe I'm lucky Can condense a life star in the sea of ​​consciousness, do you know what a life star is, you bastard!"

boom!

The terrifying air waves fell on Yang Zhen, and the violent impact blasted the surrounding mountains, rocks and land into pieces, the dust filled the air, and countless air waves radiated away in all directions, creating a mess.

Yun Jie stood there blankly, staring at the place where the air wave erupted, even if he killed Yang Zhen with a sword, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart, and he trembled with anger.

"This idiot, this idiot, actually ate the good luck fruit, my spiritual sea, my life star, just gone, gone..."

Yun Jie was furious, cursing non-stop, the right hand holding the sword trembled, obviously really angry.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Have you scolded enough?"

"No!"

Yun Jie roared, and then his eyes widened suddenly, he jumped away quickly, held his sword and looked behind vigilantly, his hair stood on end in shock: "Yang Zhen! Are you not dead?"

"No, it's impossible, how could you still be alive?"

Yang Zhen was amazed, looked at Yun Jie and said: "You have such a violent temper, how can you be a monk? Didn't your abbot ask you 'Can you hold on to arrogance and impetuosity'?"

"I'm a lama, not a monk!" Yun Jie almost roared: "Under the strongest martial arts in my hands, you can still survive, but your only chance to escape is gone. Next, you It's time to become the ghost of the little monk's sword!"

"Wait!" Yang Zhen waved his hand, looked at Yun Jie and said, "Before you die, can you let me ask a question, otherwise I will die with regret, and maybe I will turn into a ghost and come to play with you every day!"

"Are you scaring me?" Yun Jie sneered.

Yang Zhen said with a smile: "You are running out of time. The energy fluctuation here is so big that it will definitely attract many people. It is easy for you to kill me now, but what if the first Jindan stage strongman who comes here It belongs to Changyuelou, if you want to kill me, it will not be so easy."

Yun Jie was taken aback for a moment, looked at Yang Zhen in surprise, sneered and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"What is the fate star you mentioned just now?"

"I don't even know about the life star. I'm really a bumpkin who has never seen the world. The good luck fruit can condense into a life star in the sky above the spiritual sea. This life star can greatly improve the cultivation speed of monks, and it is even possible to comprehend the most suitable one. The martial skills of monks are not only very rare, but also extremely powerful..."

Yun Jie sneered again and again, and said: "Forget it, it's useless to tell you this, how can you understand the preciousness of the fate star."

Yang Zhen suddenly realized and nodded, and then asked with a look of doubt: "Can only one star be condensed?"

Yun Jie was stunned for a moment, laughed loudly, pointed at Yang Zhen and said contemptuously: "Are you an idiot? One life star is already what you want, and you want two...you, you, you What is it?"

"Fate star, is it this thing? I have a lot of it here. Do you want me to give you one?"

In Yang Zhen's hands, there was a layer of cloud floating in it, and dozens of shining stars in the cloud layer exuded a soft and mysterious light.

These fate stars were not condensed by Yang Zhen using martial arts and skills, but the insinuation of the nebula above his spiritual sea, which was condensed by Yang Zhen in his hands.

Thumb up!

Yun Jie's round eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit, and then suddenly widened again, roaring: "Impossible, you lied to me, you must be lying to me, how could you have opened up a spiritual sea, how could it be possible Gathering so many life stars, you, you, you...you are not human!"

"Pooh!"

Yang Zhen stared: "You are not human, your whole family is not human!"

"I kill you!"

Yun Jie let out a roar, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a ball of golden light, but at this time the golden light trembled like a strong man suffering from epilepsy, feeling a little powerless.

Yang Zhen sighed: "Hey, life is so sad, reality is always so cruel, you don't have any of them, but I can't use them all!"

"Shut up!" Yun Jie's face turned red, and he jumped up, the golden light was shining in the air, a terrifying ball of true energy rushed towards Yang Zhen, the long sword buzzed, and the air waves roared to the sky.

"shut up!"

hum!

The next moment, an endless wave of air erupted from Yang Zhen's hands, pouring into the thunder, and thunder and lightning flashed for a while, and countless thunder dragons roared and rushed towards Yun Jie.

"What, impossible!"

boom!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, thunder roared and shook the sky, and with a bang, Yun Jie's long sword and an arm fell to the ground, and the whole person fell towards the ground, with a plop, life and death unknown.

Yang Zhen's eyes lit up: "Oh, the equipment has been dropped!"

The cloud ring fell to the ground on the finger that was still holding the long sword. A gray and simple ring was so beautiful that it looked like something special.

A cloud of white clouds erupted from under Yang Zhen's feet, and his figure suddenly jumped to his arms, and he ran away with his arms folded.

"Yang Zhen, you bastard, give me back my arm!"

Yun Jie chased after him wildly, not to mention he was seriously injured, even if he was intact, he couldn't catch up with Yang Zhen, the further he chased, the more he chased, the more angry he was, he spurted out a series of blood with a puff, puff With a sound, he lay on the ground with his face on the ground and rowed far away.

Yang Zhen looked back in amazement, curled his lips and threw Yun Jie's arm on Yun Jie's body: "Isn't it just an arm, who cares about it, I'll give it back to you."

Slap!

His arm fell on Yun Jie, but Yang Zhen took the ring and long sword into his arms and inserted them into his backpack.

"you!"

Yun Jie vomited out a series of blood, his face was bloodless, and his anger was like a thread, obviously he couldn't survive.

Yang Zhen stopped, and came to Yun Jie with some distress: "Brother, you vomited a lot of blood, why don't you drink some and go back!"

Drink... drink a little and go back?

Hearing this, Yun Jie rolled his eyes, kicked his legs and almost kicked Yang Zhen, making Yang Zhen jump.

"Dead?" Yang Zhen sniffed Tan Yunjie's breath: "Damn, you still want to kick me when you're dead!"

After Yang Zhen left, a pale-faced monk not far away gasped for breath, his face full of fear, and his lips tremblingly muttered to himself: "It's too cruel, it's so cruel, I...I want to go back Family."

"Yeah, it's too cruel, let's go home!"

A light voice came from behind, and the monk nodded hastily, halfway through the nod, his eyeballs almost protruded, and he turned his head slowly.

"Yang Yangyang... Really!"

Yang Zhen grinned, and the monk disappeared with a 'poof'.

"Wow grass!"

Yang Zhen was startled again, looked up, down, left, and right, and it was true that he suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

"Did you see a ghost?"

...

Outside the Nine Realms Exquisite Pagoda, a group of people suddenly exclaimed.

"Quick, quick, another one came out, fellow daoist, what's going on inside?"

"Hey, isn't this fellow Taoist stupid?"

"I waited for a long time for a fool to come out."

The monk suddenly let out a strange cry, curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, and wailed, "Don't, don't...don't kill me, Yang Zhen, I didn't see anything, I really didn't see anything."

Everyone: "..."