Gou Became a Martial Saint In Another World

Chaos surged.

Boundless.

An ancient dilapidated huge bone ship appeared in the depths of the chaos, stretching across this place, boundless and magnificent, about tens of thousands of meters long, exuding an aura of vicissitudes from time immemorial.

now.

Outside this huge bone ship, there are flickering and vague figures.

A lot of strong men appeared one after another, their auras were oppressed, and they could hardly be felt. They stood in the distance and looked towards the huge bone ship.

Each figure is like a small world separated by a layer of body surface, blurred.

The bodies of Yang Fang and Divine Monk Kurong finally appeared here, looking around.

"It seems that there are quite a few people here."

Yang Fang's eyes flickered.

"That huge bone ship is where the hanging coffin of the fairy tomb is located. The identity of the owner of the ship is mysterious. There were many people who tried to pay attention to this bone ship, but they were all suppressed by the owner in the end. No one dares to mess around anymore."

The monk Kurong pointed to the holding bone boat in front of him and said.

"oh?"

Yang Fang walked towards the huge bone ship and forgot about the past, only saw the depth of the bone ship was vague and extremely mysterious, even his [Tianmu] God Seed could not see through it.

This land of chaos is simply incomparably weird.

[Tianmu] The gods failed one after another, which was rarely seen before.

Soon Yang Fang looked away, and looked in other directions.

He could clearly perceive that the fragments of the Dao map on his body were chirping, and the originally weak connection became stronger and stronger.

At least three fragments of the Dao Map have already been induced, and at the same time, one after another of obscure and secretive gazes fell on him from a distance, bringing a little bit of surprise.

Apparently, those who got the Dao map fragments before also rushed to this place.

Through the mutual induction between the incomplete Taoist maps, they also discovered the existence of Yang Fang.

Yang Fang was scanning, when suddenly, his eyes fixed on a figure.

"It's him, is it that person?"

He sent a voice transmission to the monk Kurong.

Divine Monk Kurong showed suspicion, looked back, felt a chill in his heart, and said via voice transmission: "That's right, it's that person, Donglin Shenjun, who also has another identity, Guixu Old Daoist!"

This is what they are going to deal with this time.

At the same time, he was also the owner of the big golden hand who plotted against Yang Fang several times and almost forced Yang Fang to death.

The opponent's body was very blurry, standing in the distance, tall, looking up at the huge bone ship.

Beside him, there were two other people who were also shrouded in mist.

"This guy is really capable of hiding."

Yang Fang whispered.

"Benefactor Yang, wait a minute. It is strictly forbidden to do anything in this area. It will offend the existence in the bone ship. Let's wait a little longer."

The monk Kurong spoke.

Yang Fang frowned, looked at the bone boat again, thought in his heart, and had to stop.

His eyes continued to stare around.

Soon his eyes flashed again, and he found a familiar figure.

The woman in the white dress before!

Ice Emperor's sister!

She also came.

I saw that the woman in the white skirt also found Yang Fang at this time, with a pair of cold eyes sweeping over, the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a sneering smile.

Yang Xin's head was indifferent, and he immediately looked away, not looking any further.

If this girl really wanted to die, he wouldn't mind sending her on the road for a while.

As time went by, the surrounding figures swayed, and more and more strong men emerged, vague and mysterious, and everyone's aura was extremely restrained.

A while passed.

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums came from a distance, booming, extremely lively, echoing in this area, like a band walking over.

Many people looked back one after another, showing surprise and fear.

Many people retreated quickly and dodged to the sides, as if they were afraid of offending each other.

Yang Fang couldn't help but look back.

I saw a lot of strange-looking figures walking quickly from a distance, each holding trumpets, suonas, and snare drums in their hands, playing and singing along the way, whining and wowing.

Each of these figures is extremely fat, with dark skin, ugly face, body shape like a water tank, short limbs, thick waist and abdomen, and they are running fast.

In the middle of them, a sedan chair was lifted.

Sitting on the sedan chair was a fatter figure, with layers of fat all over his body, circles, circles, circles seven or eight times.

His pair of eyes are small, his body is huge, seven or eight meters high, like a thick mountain of meat, sitting on the sedan chair, clapping his palms, showing a face full of intoxication.

"Chaos Protoss."

The face of the Kurong divine monk changed slightly, and he sent a voice transmission to Yang Fang, saying: "Benefactor Yang, this is the Chaos Protoss, born in chaos, their physique is very different from normal, their body and soul are far stronger than warriors of the same realm. Formidable, almost indestructible from top to bottom, extremely difficult to deal with."

"Sure enough."

Yang Fang whispered.

Even if you just look at it from a distance, you can feel the thick power of these fat guys, and it seems that power is gushing out of their pores all the time.

suddenly!

The Donglin God Sovereign smiled, led the two people around him, and walked directly towards the group of Chaos Protoss, chatting with the Chaos Protoss on the sedan chair, the atmosphere was harmonious.

"He knows this group of Chaos Protoss?"

Yang Fang's eyes turned cold.

"If the Chaos Protoss intervenes, it will be difficult for us to suppress him."

The monk Kurong whispered.

Yang Fang continued to watch all this without saying a word.

clang!

Suddenly, bursts of ear-splitting metallic sounds came from the direction of the huge bone ship, sweeping in all directions, and spreading for tens of miles at once.

Immediately, everyone's expressions changed, and they turned their heads in unison, and set their eyes on the bone ship.

On the deck of the bone ship, a thin old man wearing a black robe, only about 1.5 meters tall, walked out tremblingly, with a big smile on his face, looking towards everyone.

"Welcome everyone to participate in the Hanging Coffin in the Immortal Tomb."

His voice was sharp and contained a smile, reaching everyone's ears.

Then I saw a strange black light extending from the bone ship, stretching rapidly, directly turning into a long passage.

Immediately, many people took the lead and quickly entered the bone ship along the passage.

The rest of the figures didn't dare to lag behind, and rushed past quickly.

Yang Fang and Divine Monk Kurong also stepped onto the passage and entered the bone ship.

In front of the vast deck, thick coffins have long been erected, mysterious, lingering in the sun, and filled with a depressing atmosphere.

None of these coffins were placed horizontally.

Instead, it stood upright, like a giant sword, piercing into the sky.

Each coffin is seven or eight meters high, giving people a great mental oppression.

"There are more hanging coffins this time than last time, more than thirty!"

"Last time I remembered there were only eighteen of them."

Many people quickly discussed, and their eyes fell on the coffin in front of them, in amazement.

"Hey hey..."

Suddenly, bursts of strange laughter sounded.

I saw the Chaos Protoss who was sitting on the sedan chair before, had already stepped over, grinned, showing an extremely ugly smile, and said loudly: "There are more than thirty hanging coffins, I really don't know if this time it will be possible." I can't wait to see something good is out."

"If the eighth prince wants to know, what's the problem? As long as you want to see it, you can watch it anytime."

The Donglin Shenjun next to him said with a smile.

"Really? I'm afraid that this competition is huge, and many people are unwilling to give me this face."

The fat chaotic protoss showed a smile, and a pair of narrow eyes swept towards the crowd, looking like a tiger looking at a eagle, full of a kind of complete oppression.

"The eighth prince was joking. If you speak in person, who would dare to fight with you?"

Donglin Shenjun continued to laugh.

Many people's faces changed rapidly.

not good!

Hearing what this Chaos Protoss means, does he want to take all the hanging coffins for himself?

Once the other party intervenes strongly, it will be a big trouble.

"Hehehe, the hanging coffin in the fairy tomb, after so many years, it's really strange that I can meet it again. I also want to come and see it."

Suddenly, a hoarse and rough woman's laughter sounded, echoing over the entire deck.

An invisible oppressive aura rushed over quickly.

Everyone looked back quickly, suddenly showing surprise.

I saw that this was a tall, extremely fat woman, as tall as seven or eight meters, like a body, taller and stronger than the eighth prince of the Chaos God Clan.

When he started to walk, his body was choppy, his footsteps were extremely heavy, and he made rumbling noises.

"Little bastard, you are blocking my old lady."

This fat woman, with a grin on her face, looked down at a stunned figure in front of her, stretched out a palm, grabbed his head, and threw it away.

With a bang, the figure exclaimed, and was thrown hundreds of meters away by him on the spot, without the slightest resistance.

Immediately, all the people around quickly retreated, their hairs standing on end.

"It's him, Primordial Moyue!"

"She is that ancient demon mountain, why is she here!"

"The invincible Primordial Demon Mountain!"

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Immemorial Demon Mountain!

Yang Fang was also startled, and stared at the fat woman who was seven or eight meters tall.

It's no wonder that as soon as the other party appeared, he felt an extremely familiar aura from the other party.

It was her!

This ancient magic mountain also came straight to the hanging coffin.

"Primeval Demon Mountain?"

The eighth prince of the Chaos tribe frowned, staring at the unusually fat woman, his eyes flickered, his heart quickly surged, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But soon, a thick smile appeared on his face, and he stopped looking any further.

The ancient demon mountain walked all the way, smiling, and walked straight to the front of the crowd. Its towering body contained full oppression, and directly blocked it.

Everyone's scalp was numb and they didn't dare to move forward.

I saw the thin and mysterious old man in black robe walking slowly from one side with a smile on his face.

"Everyone, once in eight thousand years, we meet again. This time the fairy tomb was split open, and a total of thirty-two hanging coffins were lowered. Today's auction, the highest bidder will get it!"

The mysterious old man smiled, patted the first coffin lightly, and said with a smile: "The first one is being auctioned now, everyone, please start."

The crowd immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, and quickly hesitated in their hearts.

Now that the Primordial Moyue is standing in front of them, they really don't dare to auction.

If this Primordial Moyue was angered and was chased and killed halfway, it would be a terrible trouble.

but!

Obviously not everyone is afraid of that ancient magic mountain.

After a moment of silence, someone still started bidding.

"I'll give you a piece of Chaos Stone, three bottles of Heavenly Dragon True Blood, and three drops of Heavenly Essence."

A hoarse voice sounded.

Most people looked back.

It was a dark figure who was speaking, covered by thick robes, making it difficult to see the lineup, standing in a corner, extremely inconspicuous.

Everyone frowned, not knowing who it was.

Only Yang Fang showed suspicion, and directly sensed waves of familiarity from the other party.

He stared and watched carefully.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that the other party has an unusually familiar feeling.

He activated the [Tianmu] God Seed and looked towards the other party.

I saw the image of the lacquered black man feeling like he was in the heart. A pair of dark and deep eyes looked directly at Yang Fang, and they met Yang Fang's eyes in mid-air for an instant.

"It's him!"

Yang felt relieved as if lightning flashed across his mind, and instantly remembered who the other party was.

At the bottom of Shencun, a super devil escaped from trouble.

Even Sword Demon's Jiuyoutu didn't kill him.

Later, the other party disappeared directly.

Now it's here.

This time it was really a gathering of demons.

The pitch-black figure didn't say a word. After glancing at Yang Fang, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look forward.

"Hey hey, great, is there anyone willing to continue to increase the price?"

The thin old man laughed.

Everyone was silent for a while, and they were all unmoved.

Anyway, there are enough hanging coffins, there is no need to come up and grab them, let's see the details of the other party first.

"Since no one continues to increase the price, the first hanging coffin belongs to this person."

The thin old man had a thick smile on his face, and he quacked, "Now let's see what is in this first hanging coffin?"

He stretched out a skinny hand, and patted it lightly on the hanging coffin.

boom! boom!

Click!

Light appeared on the surface of the hanging coffin, and countless cracks began to appear, densely packed, and then suddenly a huge hole broke out.

Directly from this opening, a dry yellow ancient book flew out quickly, filled with a deep, long-lasting, ancient and infinite atmosphere, it seems that just looking at it makes people feel boundless and vast, just like the evolution of a book Everything in the world.

"Book of Taoism, is this the rumored book of Taoism?"

Someone exclaimed and recognized the two ancient characters on the cover of the ancient book.

Yang Fang's eyes flashed, and he saw the two ancient characters on the cover.

The strange thing is that he obviously doesn't know these two ancient characters, but there is a kind of mental fluctuation coming out and pouring into his mind.

"Is it a Taoist book, one of the nine heavenly books in the mythical period?"

The monk Kurong was shocked, as if it was extremely inconceivable.

In the age of the ancient gods, there were countless strong men who pursued everything in the age of mythology, but even if they tried to find this book of Taoism, they could not find it.

The result has always been in the fairy tomb.

It is said that if one of the nine heavenly books has practiced any one, one can transcend the world and reveal the true secrets of this world.

"Book of Taoism!"

The black figure murmured to himself and said hoarsely, "Very good, give it to me!"

"This guest officer is really lucky, but... the frame rate is a pity, this Taoist book is only half."

The thin old man looked at the ancient book in his hand and laughed.

"half?"

The black figure frowned, and breath surged from his body.

The ancient book flew over quickly, and he grabbed it directly.

He quickly unfolded the ancient book, glanced at it, and his face quickly became gloomy.

Sure enough, it was only half!

"Quack quack..."

The thin old man continued to let out piercing laughter, slowly moved his body into the second towering coffin, and said with a smile: "Now the second hanging coffin will continue to be auctioned, and the highest bidder will get it, everyone, let's start."

The crowd stirred up again, talking a lot.

In the first hanging coffin, a peerless treasure such as half of the Daoist scriptures was unearthed, and it is hard not to be moved by the hanging coffins behind.

"I'll give you a bottle of Luoyue Essence, and three elixir pills in exchange for a second hanging coffin."

Suddenly, the woman in the white dress spoke coldly, with long hair like a waterfall and a cold demeanor.

It was the younger sister of the Ice Emperor!

"Hey, does anyone continue to increase the price?"

The thin old man smiled richly.

Everyone fell silent again.

Soon the thin old man reached out his palm and began to pat lightly on the second hanging coffin, followed by bursts of clicking sounds.

Light surged on the hanging coffin, and cracks appeared.

Soon a black spar emerged, the entire spar was dark and eerie, surrounded by black light, and there seemed to be wailing ghosts on the surface.

As soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Hell magic stone!"

"It's actually a hell magic stone!"

Many people whispered.

"It is said that the hell magic stone is extremely mysterious. It is a weird magic stone formed by more than 30 ancient powers who died in the same place, and the yin and resentment persisted. After thousands of years, there is a magic fetus in the magic stone. If anyone refines the devil fetus, it is equivalent to having an immortal incarnation outside the body, and he can master the ghost devil energy as soon as he comes up, and he can learn all kinds of magic skills without a teacher."

The monk Kurong spoke.

Yang Fang's eyes flickered in surprise.

There are indeed many hidden secrets in this world.

Coming out for a trip broadened his horizons greatly.

Compared with what I knew before, it is pitifully little.

"Very well, I just need an external avatar."

The woman in the white dress smiled and walked forward.

"Quack quack quack, the auction for the third hanging coffin has started."

After the skinny old man delivered the hell magic stone, he quickly let out a piercing laugh.

The crowd couldn't sit still anymore, and began to bid quickly, competing for each other, in a fierce situation.

Everyone saw the peerless treasure contained in the hanging coffin, and they were unwilling to give up. Even if they offended the Primordial Moyue and the group of Chaos God Race, they would take a risk to fight.

If this kind of treasure is not disputed, they will regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Hey hey, grab it, grab it all, I want to see, what can you grab?"

The fat eighth prince, with his arms folded, grinned ferociously, watching all this.

Primordial Moyue stood silently without saying a word.

The third coffin was quickly taken down again at a high price.

The thin old man chuckled, and clapped his palms on the inside of the coffin. A glaring ball of light emerged directly from the inside of the coffin, like a living thing, constantly twisting and changing, attracting everyone's attention.

When the light of this group of light is completely restrained, the shape of the group of light has turned into an eyeball, showing a transparent color, like a crystal, mysterious and unpredictable.

"This is···"

"An eye?"

"What creature's eyes are these?"

Many people were surprised.

Even the monk Kurong frowned, wondering, he had never seen such a thing before.

"Quack, it seems that your luck is really good. You can also get the rumored pupil of the Emperor of Heaven. What a fortune, a great fortune."

The thin old man let out a piercing laugh.

"Emperor's pupil!"

"The emperor of the age of mythology?"

"How can it be?"

Many people exclaimed instantly.

For all ancient powers, the age of mythology is definitely a dense fog. There are many legends about the ancient era. It is said that the stars in that era were bright and the strong were like clouds, which was very different from the age of the ancient gods they lived in before.

Even those so-called gods are made of the flesh and blood of the strong in the age of myth...

And the Emperor of Heaven is one of the best figures in the age of mythology.

This transparent eyeball actually belonged to the Emperor of Heaven.

The figure who photographed the third hanging coffin suddenly became extremely excited, short of breath, rushed over quickly, handed all the things in his hand to the thin old man, took the pupil of the Emperor of Heaven, and turned around without taking a step Then he left and rushed towards the distance quickly.

This thing is too expensive! It's too scary!

Holding it in your hand, it's hard not to be missed.

He accepted it as soon as it was good, and didn't dare to stay for a long time.

"Emperor's Eye... Hehehe..."

The plump eighth prince showed a full face of smiles, and motioned to the people around him.

The people around him suddenly closed their heads gently and left the place quickly.

At the same time, several figures from other directions flashed past and disappeared quickly.

The younger sister of the Ice Emperor, her eyes were cold, she turned her head and smiled sneeringly, her body flickered, and then disappeared.

"Money touches people's hearts, no matter what time it is."

Yang reassured himself.

Then he looked at the remaining coffins again, his eyes flickering.

These hanging coffins are really weird!

He also wanted to get some to open and try.

"Quack quack quack, the fourth hanging coffin is officially up for auction."

The thin old man laughed strangely in a sharp voice.

Immediately, everyone was short of breath, looked at the coffins again, and began to bid quickly.

"I'll give you a piece of ancient magic stone essence."

Suddenly, the Immemorial Moyue standing in the front spoke with a cold tone.

Immediately, everyone's expressions changed slightly, their voices stopped abruptly, and they all looked at the ancient magic mountain in unison.

After all, the other party bid.

In front of her, few people dare to be presumptuous.

In the early days of the ancient gods, the opponent had killed the king of gods!

If you dare to compete with her, you will die.

Many people's eyes changed, and they quickly looked at the Eighth Prince of the Chaos Protoss Race not far away, hoping that the Eighth Prince would stand up and fight against Taikoo Moyue.

This way they can reap the rewards.

However!

The eighth prince of the Chaos Protoss had a full smile on his face, and he folded his hands, unmoved at all.

It's as if you didn't see it at all.

"Open the coffin."

Primordial Moyue spoke coldly.

The thin old man was very surprised. He took a deep look at Primordial Moyue, then smiled, and lightly patted the surface of the fourth coffin with his thin palm.

Click!

There were bursts of fine cracks, and the entire coffin emerged with light and quickly shattered.

Suddenly, a ferocious and terrifying aura emerged directly from the coffin. It was eerie and terrifying, permeating the place, causing most people's expressions to change instantly.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar came out, and the breath of death rushed to his face.

I saw an extremely ferocious huge specter directly drilled out of the coffin, with a terrifying aura, stretched out its claws, came up and ruthlessly tore apart the body of Primordial Moyue.

"Mythical ancient corpse!"

"An ancient corpse from the Mythical Year was unexpectedly discovered!"

Everyone exclaimed.

clang! clang!

However, that huge phantom stretched out its hands and tore at Primordial Moyue's body, but it didn't splash the slightest wave at all, as if it hit an ancient sky pillar.

Taikoo Moyue's body didn't move, he didn't move at all.

"Hey hey..."

Primordial Moyue showed a ferocious smile on his face, looking down at this huge phantom, as if looking at another child.

The huge phantom was in a bad mood. With a roar, it brought up a terrifying death aura, turned around and left, and was about to disappear in this area.

Crash!

Just as his body jumped out, suddenly dozens of thick chains came out of Primordial Moyue's body, whizzed past in an instant, and directly bound this huge phantom heavily.

The huge phantom roared, its eyes turned red, and it quickly turned around again, tearing away towards the Primordial Demon Mountain.

However, this time he just threw himself out, and everyone felt a terrifying wave of air explode in front of their eyes in an instant, and everyone's scalps were numb from the shock.

Indistinctly, an extremely huge giant mountain shadow flashed past in front of his eyes, and the next moment, the mythical ancient corpse exploded on the spot, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and there was no chance of reorganization.

Even the space in front of him seemed to explode.

In a blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

The figure of Primordial Moyue was still standing quietly on the spot, with a big smile on his face, his body was seven or eight meters high, as if he hadn't moved at all.

"Hey hey, go ahead, I want the fifth hanging coffin too."

She said with a strange smile.

Everyone's scalp was numb, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

Immemorial Demon Mountain!

It was terrible.

Such a mythical ancient corpse was easily killed by her, it really was a taboo in the ancient times!

"Her strength has become stronger, and it seems that she has recovered a lot during this time."

Yang Fang frowned.

When he fought against Taikoo Moyue before, the other party was not so perverted.

Soon the auction continues.

Next, the fifth, sixth, seventh... hanging coffins were opened one after another.

When every hanging coffin was opened, everyone exclaimed. There were all kinds of treasures, and there were also many huge ominous opportunities, but any ominous opportunity appeared, which was insignificant to Primordial Moyue.

All kinds of attacks hit her body, but they couldn't hurt her at all.

Her defense is almost at the highest level ever.

More than a dozen coffins were opened in succession, causing an uproar among the crowd.

"Eight Prince, do you want to open one too?"

Donglin Shenjun whispered.

"It's interesting, this woman is really crazy!"

The eighth prince forced a smile on his face and said, "Ready to bid!"

"Yes, Prince."

A Chaos Protoss beside him nodded, and immediately shouted: "The twentieth coffin, my prince wants it, and I will bid for three Dongji pills!"

Everyone turned their heads one after another, their hearts turbulent.

This group of Chaos Protoss finally made their move.

If there is no action, these hanging coffins will probably be opened by Taigu Moyue alone.

Taigu Moyue turned his head, looked at the group of Chaos God Race with a pair of eyes, cold and deep, and said: "Boy, do you dare to fight with me?"

"Prime Ancient Moyue, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you. In my opinion, you might as well stay here and be my wife, hahaha..."

The eighth prince laughed loudly.

"Oh, is it so?"

Taigu Moyue squeezed out a smile, but stopped talking.

The eighth prince chuckled, his narrow eyes continued to scan Taikoo Moyue, the corners of his mouth opened, the more he smiled, the more satisfied he was, as if he was really choosing a concubine.

The crowd was in an uproar and quickly started discussing.

Then the hanging coffin continued to be opened.

Another seven or eight coffins were opened, revealing rare treasures.

Seeing that there were still the last few coffins left, Yang Fang couldn't sit still anymore.

"Seat 29, I want it."

Yang Fang spoke suddenly, his voice was calm, he came out from the corner and appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at him one after another, showing suspicion, and soon some people's expression changed suddenly, and they gasped.

"It's him!"

"This guy···"

Their eyelids twitched, and many of them had seen Yang Fang before.

Because they all escaped from the deepest part of the long river of time and space.

When the black hand behind the scenes liquidated the Changhe River of Time and Space, they were trapped inside and almost died tragically. It was Yang Fang who dug through the Changhe River of Time and Space and rescued them.

Although it was just a hasty gesture at that time, they still remembered Yang Fang's face.

Now this guy has also entered here?

"Um?"

Donglin Shenjun next to the eighth prince also flashed his eyes, showing a strange color, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "It's him!"

"Interesting, there is another one who dares to compete with me, hehehe..."

The Eighth Prince squeezed out a rich smile.

Donglin Shenjun also smiled quickly, and said: "Eighth Prince, do you still remember what I told you about the Heavenly Seeds? This person has mastered more than ten Heavenly Seeds in his body."

"oh?"

The Eighth Prince's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Eight Prince, don't compete with him yet, let's see how lucky he is?"

Donglin Shenjun whispered.

"Okay, that's great."

The eighth prince laughed strangely.

At the same time, on the side of Taikoo Moyue, he also squeezed out a deep grin, and looked directly at Yang Fang.

"Young boy Yang Dao, you really have nowhere to look after you have broken through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get here!"

"Primeval Moyue, now is not the time to fight with you. If you want to fight, I will accompany you later!"

Yang Fang's tone was calm.

"Ok, I will wait for you!"

Primordial Moyue grinned grimly.

Following Yang Fang's bid, everyone turned their attention to the past.

After no one continued to bid, the palm of the thin old man slapped lightly on the hanging coffin.

Click!

A series of fine cracks emerged, the light was surging, the wild aura permeated, and a layer of creepy aura emerged in an instant.

Boom!

Whoosh!

Another terrifying mythological ancient corpse jumped out of the coffin, with a vicious aura and a rotten smell, even more terrifying than the one just now, it roared and rushed towards Yang Fang.

All of a sudden, everyone's face changed.

But Yang Fang was not in a hurry, as if he had expected it long ago, the sixteen colors of light in front of him swept by in an instant, reaching the extreme.

Everyone felt a flash of light, and the ancient corpse disappeared instantly, leaving no trace.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned and couldn't help but look at each other.

What just happened?

"Keep driving!"

Yang Fang's tone was flat, unmoved, the clothes on his body were gently rolled up.

In order to demonstrate his absolute strength, he did not hesitate to use the strongest means to kill the ancient corpse in one blow.

After all... no matter what, you can't show weakness.

Once you show weakness, you will inevitably be in trouble.

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