"Girl! Who are you?" Looking at the female monk in front of him, Yang Zhen vaguely felt that he had talked about her somewhere, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no impression.

"I am Han Ling! Fifty years ago, you saved my family and my family outside Luoyang City. Great Immortal! Have you forgotten?" Han Ling saw that Yang Zhen didn't remember her, so she jumped anxiously and quickly explained.

Han Ling?

Yang Zhen is very familiar with this name. When Yang Zhen was seriously injured by the Buddha Lan Deng, he showed his true nature. He was picked up by this woman, which was considered to be a life-saving kindness to Yang Zhen. Yang Zhen looked at the woman in front of him carefully and found that she was indeed somewhat similar to Han Ling.

"So it's you!" Yang Zhen smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for more than fifty years. I thought you had become an old woman and had a lot of children and grandchildren. I didn't expect you to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, so I didn't recognize you for a while. I'm so embarrassed."

After Yang Zhen practiced, he had the ability to remember everything he saw, and even the memories of his previous life were particularly clear. But the changes between Han Ling and 50 years ago were too great, and Yang Zhen never thought that after he saved Han Ling, Han Ling left his hometown alone and went to Dongsheng Shenzhou to learn from his master.

"It's me!" Han Ling saw that Yang Zhen had already recognized her, and immediately said happily: "After you saved me, I had the idea of ​​cultivating immortals, so I left my parents to search for immortals and asked. It was not until I crossed the ocean to Dongsheng Shenzhou that my master was taken under my sect. I thought I could see you again after cultivating immortals. But I couldn't find out any news about you."

Yang Zhen remembered the name Han Ling called him "Miao Xingren" just now, and he was a little amused. At that time, Yang Zhen was just intriguing and told Han Ling that he was called "Meow Star". But who knew that Han Ling remembered it as "Miao Xingren" and thought that this was Yang Zhen's name.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen had to explain: "I'm so sorry. At that time, I thought we would never see each other again, so I made up a false name. Actually, I don't call it 'Miao Xingren'. If you go and ask about 'Miao Xingren', of course I can't find me. Actually, my real name is: Yang Zhen!"

"So your name is Yang Zhen. No wonder I couldn't find out about you no matter how much I asked. It turned out that what you told me was a fake name!" Han Ling stuck out her tongue and laughed.

"Are you Yang Zhen?" Han Ling had no response when she heard Yang Zhen's name, but the old Taoist priest was full of shock and pointed at Yang Zhen with his fingers trembling, as if he had seen something incredible.

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the old Taoist priest and said strangely: "Have you heard my name?"

The old Taoist sneered: "Who in the three realms has not heard of your name? Although the murderer who set fire in the Ziwei Temple has not been found yet, everyone in the three realms knows that the fire was set by you. If you, a monster, provoke Emperor Ziwei, you dare to show off everywhere...Puff!"

Before the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Then a blood-red flower slowly appeared in his heart, dyeing the moon-white Taoist robe red. He opened his mouth. The old Taoist priest looked at Yang Zhen in fear and finally fell down slowly.

"Uncle Master!" Han Ling exclaimed. He directly supported the old Taoist priest's body, but could not save his life.

"If I provoke Emperor Ziwei, what will happen if I dare to spread the word everywhere... I don't know! But if you provoke me, there will be no good end!" Yang Zhen said coldly.

"Senior Brother!!!" Several disciples of the same generation around the old Taoist priest were also heartbroken when they saw that the old Taoist priest died.

Fortunately, everyone was a little rational and knew that Yang Zhen’s cultivation was not something they could deal with. Although everyone hated Yang Zhen in their hearts, they did not dare to say too much, for fear that Yang Zhen would kill them all in anger, so that their death would be too worthless.

"Don't stare at me like this, my eyes won't kill me!" Yang Zhen snorted coldly: "Where I don't want to start a big killing, get out! Looking at you, the group of stinky Taoist priests who claim to be righteous, I feel disgusted!"

"Yang..." Han Ling looked at Yang Zhen with disbelief and said tremblingly: "Why? Why did you kill my uncle? Since you saved our family, I have always regarded you as an example, to be a hero and righteous, to save the world and save people. But you killed him because my uncle said no..."

Lan Yue looked at Han Ling coldly and snorted: "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. It's me who killed people. If you want to take revenge, just come to me!"

Yang Zhen turned his head to look at Lan Yue, smiled slightly, and said softly: "You killed me, that's no different!"

Although Yang Zhen just now pierced the old Taoist priest with a sword, he would not die with the old Taoist priest's immortal body. However, what really shattered the old Taoist priest's soul and made his soul scattered was Lan Yue's attack. The attack of the soul was really powerful and unpredictable. It could only cause people to die by shaking their sleeves.

"It's you!" Han Ling looked at Lan Yue in shock and angrily. After learning that it was not Yang Zhen who killed him, Han Ling felt much more uncomfortable.

"Of course he will die if he dares to insult my husband!" Lan Yue said coldly.

"You..." Han Ling looked at Yang Zhen and Lan Yue, and she really didn't expect that Yang Zhen had become a husband and wife, and his wife was actually a person with such a vicious heart.

"I am a demon, you are human, you are born to be incompatible. You regard me as an idol and are looking for the wrong person." Yang Zhen said.

Han Ling looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief and said in disbelief: "Then why did you save us..."

"Yang Zhen! We have recorded what happened today. We are younger generations and are not your opponent, but my master will come to Mount Emei in person and will definitely let you explain this matter!" A purple-clad Taoist priest grabbed Han Ling, then turned to Yang Zhen and shouted sternly.

Yang Zhen smiled and said, "Your master? Who is your master?"

The Taoist priest in purple snorted: "My master is the True Lord of Qingxu Daode. The Taoist name of this person you killed is: Daoyan, and his master is Zhenren Yuding."

When Yang Zhen heard this, he looked at the monks around him in surprise and chuckled: "I didn't expect that you are actually subordinates of the Ya Ding Zhenren. I have heard of his disciple Yang Jian's magic, and the True Lord of Qingxu Daode is also one of the twelve golden immortals of the Ya Ding Cult, which is quite famous in the three realms. It just so happens! I also live in Dongsheng Shenzhou and have no chance to visit them in the past, so let's take advantage of this and say hello to you Ya Ding Cult!"
Chapter completed!