Chapter 118 Rebirth

The main material of the green red copper casting psychic fairy treasure is strong and heavy. All the ancestors present are very hot-eyed. Now no one dares to look at it in front of them, let alone carry it like a guard. Even the lawless old demon of Montenegro stood far away on the edge of the tomb, holding a magic fairy treasure in his hand. If he was not good, he would break out with all his strength to suppress all the evils.

Just as everyone looked at each other, the laughter that penetrated the mausoleum gradually disappeared.

Jin Yang stood in front of the green coffin with the suzerain's sword in his hand, looking at the coffin as high as himself, and his heart was extremely uneasy. The moment the laughter stopped, Jin Yang saw clearly, and the crystal clear breath of life flowed into the coffin. The breath of immortals takes away the creation of heaven and earth and can conceive everything. The breath of life in thousands of vitality is the most original source.

"Ant dares to peep at the body!" There was a sudden sound in the coffin. The crisp and loud voice seemed to come from the dark underworld. The cold air went straight to the heart, and everyone was suddenly peeped at by the powerful terrorist war beast, which was creepy.

The heroes surrounding the green coffin suddenly felt bad. Looking around, the exchange of eyes immediately made up their minds.

Jin Yang slowly retreated, and his bright eyes seemed to be staring at him all the time, which made people feel fright. The suzerain held the sword more tightly, waiting for the legendary "Saint of the Underworld" to be born. Fang Linghou didn't know what he was thinking. He had stood far away and no longer sheltered Jinyang.

Only Jinyang stood next to the coffin in the tomb.

For a long time, Jin Yang's cold sweat wet his whole body and fixed it in place, with the sword in his hand facing the coffin. The heroes from all over the world were all surprised and puzzled in their hearts.

Boom, boom, boom...

At a time when people were surprised, the whole mausoleum suddenly shook, and the mausoleums of the strong and transcendent world were collapsing, and huge stones fell.

"What's going on!" A man in the mausoleum roared and raised his hand to fly a boulder. Jin Yang dodged between the huge stones, and his attention was still on the green coffin, but his eyes looked at the door of the tomb.

Suddenly, he shouted and penetrated the mausoleum and passed into everyone's ears. A unique power of heaven and earth, proud of the infinite world, is awakening. A slight movement of breath can shatter the stars, chaos and silence, and hundreds of millions of creatures are destroyed.

"Prevent the waiting, you are cruel! Chen Guo actually dispatched a town transportation artifact!" The old demon of Montenegro changed color and stared at the rolling demons and wanted to kill him.

Jinyang looked at the defense of the old demon of Montenegro and knew that it must be the arrival of the Honghuang of the State of Chen, and the Zhenyun artifact driven by him was probably invincible.

"Let's go!" After all, the old demon of Montenegro did not take action. As soon as the demon gathered, the three allies beside him immediately followed him and turned away.

Four of the eleven people suddenly left, a little hesitant, and quickly restrained their breath. They did not exist in the world. They were ethereal and walked clean in an instant. No one had the idea of beating the green coffin. The feeling of fatal peeping had long made them uneasy.

Jin Yang looked at the green coffin with the suzerain's sword, turned around and ran out with those immortals. The attention of Ling Hou completely fell on the coffin, and his eyes were shining, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The narrow tomb boulder fell, and Jinyang moved in it, his body flashed, his head did not look back, and the roar behind him continued.

"Drink!" Jinyang shouted and flew the boulder from above. He was elegant and dodged the fragments from all directions.

"What the hell are you?" Jin Yang took a deep breath and looked solemnly at the black hair in front of him, sticking out from the ground, blocking Jin Yang's eyes. The dark tomb was gloomy and tight, and the patterns on the wall collapsed.

Jinyang slowly pulled out the old sword, and the sharp blade could even cut off the armor of the waiting. Looking at the foreign body in front of him, his heart slowly sank and began to suspect that it was really the "Saint of the Underworld"?

"Ky, it's a dream that the lackey wants to go out alive!" With a delicate shout, the black hair that took advantage of the situation was like a waterfall, rolling down the river, and the extravagant atmosphere of the corpse all over the sky was encouraged.

"Ah..."

In an instant, the roaring black waterfall wrapped around Jinyang, a corner of Jinyang in the drought mausoleum, the fierce drink in his chest, and the violent war blood thunder sounded. The sharpness of the patriarch's sword shattered his black hair and rose to the sky. Under the pressure of the boulder, it was a solid space barrier comparable to that of the world.

"Do you still want to run?"

Jinyang, who had just rushed out of the encirclement, turned around and wanted to jump by.

"bang"

With a sound, Jinyang, who escaped with the sharpness of the suzerain's sword, was immediately shot down and rolled up by black hair again. The sword in his hand was blown away, his muscles and bones were broken, and his white bones splashed to the ground and almost beaten into meat sauce.

"What the hell are you?" Jinyang moaned in pain, and the silent Taisu Yuanshen squandered his magic power, "Taisu's way is immortal." It's lucky to keep Jinyang's breath.

Jin Yang lay alone in the space supported by black hair, knowing that the owner of this black hair must not be the "Saint of the Underworld" that Mingzong wanted.

"What am I!" There was a little doubt in the crazy voice. Jin Yang's heart, lying on his black hair, suddenly tightened, and the suzerain's calculation was going to fail! The overwhelming black hair flowed and fell into Jinyang's eyes like a horrible fairy treasure. Between shaking, he could make himself die without burial.

"I am the god of drought, the only god between heaven and earth!" With a sharp roar, deaf and deaf, Jin Yang's eyes appeared with gold stars.

"Impossible!" Jinyang struggled to stand up and said, "Taisu's way, immortality" As long as there is still a breath, it can make people recover quickly, but the consumption is huge, and Taisu's essence shrinks rapidly, only the size of a sparrow egg. The power of immortality of the ancient ancestors came, and they fell in the open air to dispel all negative breaths.

In the broken tomb, a figure stood in front of Jinyang, incomplete, as if he had just experienced a series of battles and exhausted his endless divine power, and the tragic momentum was about to silence people.

The tragic figure seems to have come through thousands of years, and there is a force in the dark to maintain his existence. The collapsed tomb road solidified in an instant without any movement.

"The power of the underworld will also succumb under the power of my dry god!" The figure said slowly, and the body in the shadow slowly walked out. Jinyang's heart beat loudly, and the blood all over his body was rolling, which was hot and scary.

"You are a luxury corpse!" The figure that slowly came out fell into Jinyang's eyes, a human face, the body of a beast, and the most horrible thing was two green snakes hovering in his ear.

"I don't know how many eras the corpse has died, and the immortality has finally made me go further. Even if your god is great, it will still fall, and the vast underworld will be sealed!"

The figure standing in front of Jinyang, tall and majestic, like an ancient mountain. The chaotic air around her is surging, and the world can't leave her track.

"The Undead Gong" suddenly gave birth to an induction, and the extremely nervous Jinyang's heart was relieved. The dry face, which was only three feet away from Jinyang, suddenly became painful. Endless momentum suddenly broke out, and the mountains roared with tsunamis. The sword of the silent suzerain suddenly lit up, and a vast energy suddenly came from the unknown space and injected into it.

The suzerain sword of the mountain torrent can make the heavens tremble.

"The lackey of the underworld, it's impossible to want my life!" The drought roared, which absorbed the extravagant power of the corpse, and the unparalleled power cut down the stars, and the chaos shook it. The drought was brave, and there was no fluctuation in the huge underworld.

"Since the saint of the underworld has not been conceived and born, there is no need for you to exist!"

The mysterious space shook, and a wave of consciousness fell into their ears.

Outside the mausoleum, there is silence. Thousands of miles of immortals are suppressed by old monsters who have been practicing for hundreds of thousands of years, and the old demons of Montenegro have to take a detour.

The immortal who suppressed thousands of miles of land looked serious and looked at the Rainbow Emperor, who controlled the artifact in the center, and did not dare to be disrespectful at all. Honghuang, the lord of the State of Chen, looked up at the fortune of the State of Chen for thousands of years. It was vast and 100,000 miles, and countless incense were arched in the middle, and its origin was like an ocean.

A jade seal is fixed in the air, and the fairy light arrays exceed the power of all fairy treasures. Tens of rays of glow, accompanied by real dragons and winds, and five mythical beasts arched. The power to suppress everything is suffocating. After falling, there is no luck, and the gods will be killed.

The image of the Honghuang is in the endless abyss of gods and does not stand in the Middle-earth world. Nothing can affect her. She can't see her figure clearly from afar, and her face is shrouded in fog.

"The contract of the three eras has been completed, and the Mingzong will never appear in front of me again." Honghuang muttered to himself, as if to say to the endless abyss.

The Rainbow Emperor suppressed the world and abided by the contract from the ancient wilderness. The body of the Pluto in the secret world suddenly moved, and the fierce force suddenly gushed out, trying to kill the drought he suppressed in an instant.

"You can't kill me!" The drought lying in the tomb roared, and the body of the God of War shrugged and wanted to stand up.

"The body of the God of War is old, and you still want to struggle? I'm still afraid of the strongest supreme god of war in the ancient wilderness. I'm afraid that you are not even as powerful as the Taiqing immortals, and you are not much stronger than ants in my eyes!"

The ruthless words passed through countless chaotic spaces from the secret world of the underworld and fell into the tomb and fell into the ears of the two people.

"Want to kill me! That's impossible!" The body of the God of War, after countless wars, has survived the darkest era of the wilderness. The ancient gods and demons born in countless sources of the sea did not lose at all when they swept the world. Now it is not even a waste in the eyes of the Lord of the Pluto.

The drought that keeps repeating this sentence, the broken body, and the rotten divine blood flow slowly. Jinyang can see the golden runes turning, and the body of the rotten God of War still has the power to cross the world.

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