"not good!"

The Yu Ding Zhenren shouted loudly, and his whole person quickly flew into the air and flew towards the battle between Yang Zhen and Yifeng. The speed was so fast that it seemed to have cut through the space. In just a blink of an eye, the Yu Ding Zhenren's figure had already appeared behind Yifeng.

"You are defeated!" After Yang Zhen finished speaking, his left hand grabbed the blade of the Youlong Sword, leaving Yifeng with no chance to escape. The sharp blade of the Youlong Sword could not cut off Yang Zhen's palm.

"Swoosh!"

The Qingming Sword pierced Yifeng's heart, and the murderous aura was terrifying on the blade, and the coldness was imminent.

Facing Yang Zhen's killing sword, if Yifeng chose to abandon the sword and escape, he might be able to save his life. However, as a swordsman, Yifeng was deeply influenced by the real person of Yu Ding. How could he give up his sword and escape? Since he did not choose to abandon the sword, he could only choose to take Yang Zhen's sword head-on.

Facing the Qingming Sword that was piercing straight, Yifeng sighed silently in his heart and avoided the vital parts sideways.

"snort!"

"You can't help but take action, Master Yu Ding!" Yang Zhen looked at Master Yu Ding who held his Qingming Sword with one hand and said in a serious tone.

Yang Zhen has always known that the strength of Yu Ding Zhenren is very strong, and even among the twelve Golden Immortals, he is still among the top. However, when Yang Zhen saw that Yu Ding Zhenren easily grabbed his Qingming Sword with only one hand, Yang Zhen truly understood the strength of Yu Ding Zhenren.

Although Yang Zhen also grabbed Yifeng's Youlong Sword, it was when the Youlong Sword was still. However, the Yuding Zhenren grabbed Yang Zhen's sword with Yang Zhen's sword when Yang Zhen made all his strength. Doesn't this mean that Yang Zhen's sword can't hurt Yuding Zhenren at all?

Release the Qingming Sword, the Jade Ding Zhenren supported Yi Fengfei and retreated ten feet away. He faced Yang Zhen far away.

As early as when Yu Ding Zhen saw Yang Zhen holding Yi Feng's Dragon Sword, he knew that something was wrong, because at that time, Yang Zhen's murderous intent had reached its peak. For the life of his precious disciple, Yu Ding Zhen did not care about any rules and flew into the air directly, stopping Yang Zhen from using his harsh actions on Yi Feng.

"Since you have won, why should you hurt someone's life?" Yu Ding Zhenren shouted in a deep voice.

Yang Zhen smiled "hehe" and snorted coldly: "Real person, do you still remember the bet we made? Now I have won two games. According to the regulations, the lives of your three disciples are mine now. Of course, it is reasonable for me to take his life."

When Yang Zhen saw that Yu Ding Zhenren seemed to have something to say, he sneered and said disdainfully: "Zhengren, the reason why I didn't kill the Zhao man just now is not because I really wanted to let him go, but because I hadn't won the bet at that time, so he could live a little longer. But now that I have won, should the real person abide by the previous bet and hand over the three of them to me."

When Yu Ding Zhenren heard this, he was silent for a moment. Then he said coldly: "Their lives are yours, but it also depends on whether you have the ability to take them away?"

When Yang Zhen heard this, his face turned cold and said coldly: "What the real person said means is that the real person is ready to breach the contract?"

Zhenren Yu Ding felt uncomfortable at this moment. Zhenren Yu Ding had completely underestimated Yang Zhen's strength before, so he made a bet with Yang Zhen. But Zhenren Yu Ding did not expect that Yang Zhen's strength was really great, and his three disciples were not Yang Zhen's opponents at all.

Let Yu Ding Zhenren watch his disciples die, but Yu Ding Zhenren can't do it.

After a moment of silence, Yu Ding Zhenren said in a voice: "Yang Zhen, I ask you, how many tricks do you need to kill my three disciples?"

"Three moves!" Yang Zhen said disdainfully.

When the Master Yu Ding smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I will take you three moves and complete the bet. After the three moves, if I die at your hands, it will be considered that I am not well-educated. My disciples will never seek revenge from you in the future. If I am lucky enough to die, I will not care about today's grudges with you. As for the matter of Daoyan, I will follow the bet and will never pursue you."

"Master!" Yi Feng was shocked when he heard this, and he quickly knelt in front of Yu Ding Zhenren, shouting sadly: "Master, the disciple is incompetent and has failed the master's expectations. How can you make you suffer for your disciple now? Yang Zhen! If you want to kill, you will kill. If you dare to touch a hair of my master, I will never forgive you!"

...

In the West, thirty-three days later, there is a world of nothingness. This is a vast white space, and it seems boundless around it. You don’t know if there is a boundless edge, nor can you see where the edge is.

At the center of this white space, there is a Bodhi tree. Around the Bodhi tree, this faint golden aura is floating, adding a color to this white space.

Under the Bodhi tree, two monks sat cross-legged. One of them was six feet tall, with golden skin and a bitter face. The other was also six feet tall, but he was full of compassion, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"Oh! It seems that Subhuti is going to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou again!" While sitting in meditation, Saint Zhunti suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Dongfang, and said in a calm tone.

Upon hearing this, the saint opened his eyes and said lightly: "Junior brother, don't be anxious."

Saint Zhunti sighed: "I didn't expect that Sun Wukong would be influenced by Yang Zhen and did not become a Buddhist guardian. As a master, I had to go to Huaguo Mountain in person. I believe that in the monkey's heart, my master's status is still higher than that of Yang Zhen."

The saint guided him and said, "Your junior brother, didn't you count this before?"

Saint Zhunti said, "Yes, when they came to Fangcun Mountain to become disciples, I calculated that there would be such a day. Although Yang Zhen's joining was an accident, his talent was very high and suitable for me."

The saint who guided him smiled and said, "Yang Zhen is doing a good job now!"

When talking about Yang Zhen, Taoist Zhunti also smiled and said with a smile: "Indeed, he did not waste my teachings for two hundred years, whether it is strength or mind. With his joining, the Jie Sect can definitely compete with the Xing Sect. When the Jie Sect's immortals attack Kunlun Mountain again, the Xing Sect will not be able to take care of the Nanzhanbu Prefectures anymore!"

"What are you going to do with him?" asked the saint.

Saint Zhunti said calmly: "It depends on whether he can overcome this disaster. Lan Deng is still a big challenge for him. If he can complete the disaster, he will naturally be my good disciple."

"Do you give up the lamp?" asked the saint.
Chapter completed!