Chapter 116 Saint of the Underworld

The fierce atmosphere can deter one side with one eye, and the two monopolize one side. The immortals who wanted to come together were scared back.

"Who is this hero?" One person asked.

"He is Chen Guo Linghou, the most trusted prince of the Honghuang." The answerer was dressed in brown armor, and his burly body was like an iron tower. People dozens of feet away nodded to him, and as they became interested in him, they talked again.

There are heroes in the sky, and hundreds of immortals want to take advantage of the fire. Jin Yang was thinking about how to save his life. Looking at it, he knew that he could never run away.

"What on earth is it?" Fang Linghou immediately asked when he saw Jin Yang glanced at himself. Jin Yang did not sell the key when he heard the sound, and said bluntly: "The drought is a veritable body of the god of war, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a god. The blood flowing was invincible. In the end, although he died in the battle, I think it is very likely that he is not dead!"

While talking, Jin Yang quickly looked through the memories of the previous five generations of suzerains and wanted to find more detailed records from their memories.

"Isn't it dead?" In the prevention of Linghou's question, a heavy voice came from several miles away. The ancestors on one side suddenly heard it clearly and immediately turned their heads to look at the waiting room. When their hearts moved, they knew that there were living creatures in the mausoleum.

Jin Yang looked at the excited guard and was speechless. After a long time, he sighed and nodded. The indifferent ancestor-level strong man in the distance was depressed, and his vigilance was more rigorous, and he did not dare to relax at all. Just now, the ghost gathered dozens of ordinary immortals and died tragically below, but it was close to him.

"The drought spirit is the best god to nurture the underworld. The best channel for the arrival of the underworld!" Jin Yang was a little suspicious. Although the mausoleum has not been opened, Jin Yang can still guess what it is in the sporadic memory of the first five generations of suzerains.

It is said that there is a mysterious underworld somewhere in the world, but it has never been opened. The dusty power, time and space are eternal. The rich energy can even be created by the world. Five generations of suzerains have tried to find its existence, but somehow, it has never really come again.

Fang Ling looked at the sword of inheritance behind Jin Yang and stopped talking.

As soon as Jin Yang finished his words, the slowly rising mausoleum was silent again, and the heroes of all parties couldn't sit still. I don't know who started first, and a fairy light bombarded the mausoleum, trying to directly blow away the mausoleum and grab the burial objects in it. Fairy spirits flow in the sky, and there is a tendency to suppress the dry tombs. The torrent of Taoist magic power entangled, collided with each other, and tested each other. No one dared to give in at this time. People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

"Let's go." Jin Yang pulled out the suzerain's sword and raised his muscles. His red eyes seemed to eat people. He stared down, and the cold mausoleum was like a cold underworld. Jin Yang finally figured out that the suzerain must have sent himself here for a purpose, and the dry mausoleum built by the Mingzong may have been born in his calculation.

The protection against Linghou is not willing to lag behind. This Mingzong has an agreement with the Chen family, but as a prince, he is not qualified to know, only the Chen family's emperor passed on from generation to generation.

Jinyang rushed straight down, and the fairy weapon that bombarded the mausoleum passed by. The hot fairy light was suffocating. Before approaching the mausoleum, the roar was heard endlessly. The mausoleum wall is as strong as Taixuan god iron, and the cold breath is more horrible than the simple underworld, making people sweat all over the body and soul-taking. Looking at the defense behind him, the heavy mana wall survived all the aftermath of the attacks, otherwise Jinyang's body would have been bombarded into pieces by those immortals who didn't want to go in directly.

"Go down!" With a fierce shout, the masters surrounding dozens of immortals couldn't wait and looked at the two Jinyang, who had already stood by the mausoleum. Driven under his hands to rush down. The heroes scattered dozens of miles suddenly shouted fiercely and drove his men straight down.

"Haha, my Montenegrin ancestor finally saw the hope of a breakthrough!" The old demon of Montenegro, who had been silent, shouted happily. The demon wind was gust and ecstasy. The black clouds pressed to the tall and severe mausoleum. The monks along the way were shocked and fled far away.

Looking up at the gate a hundred feet high, 300 words were engraved on the dark stone door, and Jinyang looked from top to bottom. I don't know any strange runes, but they look extremely old.

"What is this? This is the legend of luxury corpses!" Fang Linghou suddenly said, and Jin Yang immediately looked back at him and saw that he was expressionless as if nothing had happened. Fang Linghou suddenly became nervous when he saw 300 words. The extravagant corpse was an ancient power, leaving countless legends, but no one knew his final whereabouts. Three hundred words seem to tell his whereabouts, and it is also a way to summon his strength.

Jin Yang didn't think much about it. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward to the tomb door. The guard behind him just wanted to stop it, but the door had been opened.

squeaky...

The thick door was gently pushed by Jin Yang to open a door crack, and a person happened to pass by sideways. Jin Yang blinked his eyes and suddenly his body trembled. A cold wind blew, and Jin Yang, who had been invulnerable for a long time, sweated all over his body. Just as Jin Yang trembled, a big hand behind him suddenly put on Jin Yang's shoulder.

Ceng......

In an instant, the suzerain's sword in Jinyang's hand cut to the rear, and only felt that it was rebounded.

"Let's go." Fang Linghou's strong arm was in front of Jinyang, with a gap on it, and the strong armor was cut off by the sword in Jinyang's hand. People who are slightly weaker will be abolished by the power of Jin Yang.

The mountain-like body is in front of Jinyang, and the armor of the iron light resists all attacks. On one side of the body, the guard entered the mausoleum from that gap.

"Drink!"

Jin Yang looked behind his eyes, and the dense immortals rushed to him, surrounded by hundreds of fairy weapons. Jin Yang was so scared that he quickly flashed into the mausoleum.

In front of him, Jinyang only felt that he had fallen rapidly, and the odor like a corpse surged straight from his pores into his body. Suddenly, blood gushed out, and the holy, bright and sacred breath surged, and the golden ancient blood flowing in his body. Behind him, it was like a round of golden black manifestation, and the hot intention dispelled all one kind of power.

"Go!" With a loud shout, the falling Jinyang was caught and rushed before he could see the surrounding scene. The high-foot copper lamps burning underworld stood in rows on both sides of the tomb road. The cold blue light reflected on the two people, and the flashing shadow pulled for a very long time.

Jinyang was caught under his armpit, and a faint sigh came between running, as if it were from the depths of the underworld. The resentment fell into Jinyang's ears, as if it was specifically aimed at him. The restrained golden ancient blood suddenly boiled, the golden blood flowed, and all the bad luck was suddenly expelled.

Fang Ling's heart moved when he looked at the golden Jinyang. His eyes looked at the tomb, and his resolute expression was fearless. Although it was specifically aimed at Jin Yang, with his cultivation, he still felt a power similar to divine consciousness.

Fang Linghou had some scruples in his heart, but now he suddenly felt something strange. Suddenly, he was blown under his feet and avoided layers of prohibitions, as if he was extremely familiar with this mausoleum, and he went to the center of the mausoleum without triggering a ban. The large and heavy coffin is made of blue and red copper, and the hollow patterns are crystal clear. There has been no sign of corruption in the past billions of years.

The walls of the tomb on all sides are like a heavy coffin, which makes people breathless.

"The dry god body is here!" The prevention of Linghou suddenly said. Jinyang stood beside Fang Linghou, and his heart was furry. The coffin is tightly closed and airtight.

"The material of green and red copper casting psychic fairy treasures!" Jin Yang looked at Fang Linghou and said. In the dark tomb, the two were silent to the dry god body.

After a moment, Fang Linghou said fiercely, "Take it away! No matter what's inside!" After saying that, his body moved and collapsed the mountain. The fairy armor-covered guard strode forward, with bulging muscles and strong magic power filling the whole tomb, and even Jinyang was immersed in it.

With the power of Optimus Prime in his arms, he raised the precious coffin above his head in front of Jinyang's eyes, and his blue veins jumped violently. Gritting his teeth, regardless of carrying the coffin and want to leave, only showing a head of protection, which was extremely horrible in Jin Yang's eyes.

"Throw it away!" Jinyang suddenly shouted, and thick black hair suddenly shot out of the tomb, wrapped in the narrow tomb.

In preventing Linghou from being stunned, he roared and rushed out of the bottom of the coffin. The blue and red copper heavy defense can only barely carry the waiting, and there is also a divine body, which is heavy enough to suppress one side of the world, but is bound by the power in the dark.

"Drink!" The guard who threw away the coffin punched a hundred times and hit the heavy coffin, trying to open it to find out. The brilliant defense, the powerful suppression of everything, the high cultivation, and the unparalleled combat power.

Jin Yang, who holds the sword inherited by the suzerain, has a solemn face. Seeing the coffin made of red copper and the crystal clear hollow pattern, Jin Yang knows that the big thing is not good. The eight achievements in the coffin are the "Saints of the Underworld".

The fierce anti-ordinary, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus rex, the rolling qi and blood suppressed all evils, and the magnificent mana burned, immediately burning the black hair clean.

With a touch, the cyan coffin cover opened a gap.

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