Gou Became a Martial Saint In Another World

On the entire ancient altar, there was thunder and lightning for a while, the breath surged, and there was a crackling sound.

There was turmoil in the sky.

Both the Demon Lord and the black phantom were secretly taken aback, fully alert, and looked up into the sky.

What exactly is this area?

Yang Fang's words can cause such a huge commotion.

After a long time, the lightning in the sky began to dissipate slowly.

Everything calms down.

Yang Fang took one last look at the two steles in front of him.

The ancient life book and the ancient sacred book, he only got 90% of these two unique studies, and he was only short of the last achievement to complete.

Unfortunately, it was pointed out by the mysterious old man.

Yang Fang looked at the jade pendant in his hand, showing dignity.

The pattern on the entire jade pendant is complex and dark, holding it in the hand, there is an unspeakable cold power, as if there is a kind of evil spirit raging inside.

"This jade pendant is a bit weird."

He talked to himself.

"Yang Dao, can I see your jade pendant?"

Suddenly, the black phantom Juntian's expression changed rapidly, full of surprise, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Yang Fang frowned, and handed the jade pendant to the other party.

Jun Tian took the jade pendant, and immediately began to watch it carefully, the more surprised he became, the more he couldn't believe it.

"The jade pendant of the buried king, the jade pendant of the buried king..."

he murmured.

"What? The jade pendant of the buried king?"

The Demon Lord was also taken aback, he looked at Juntian, and then quickly at Yupei.

"What is the jade pendant for burying the king? What are you talking about?"

Yang Fang asked.

The black phantom's face was shocked, he raised his head, looked at Yang Fang, and said, "The king of burial is the owner of the endless burial. The reason why it is difficult for those who are buried to remove the burial is because of the existence of the burial king, this jade pendant must be a gift from the burial king, and I was lucky enough to see it once countless years ago."

"oh?"

Yang Fang looked surprised.

Could it be that the mysterious old man I saw just now is the legendary Burial King.

What a terrifying strength!

Hearing his heart and ears, when he faced the other party just now, he didn't even have the ability to resist at all. If the other party hadn't stopped suddenly at a critical moment, he might have escaped death.

This is the funeral king!

"Compared to the saint, what is the strength of the Burial King?"

Yang Fang asked.

"I don't know, I've never seen either shot."

The black phantom is difficult to calm down.

"I've seen them take action, and I feel that they are all unfathomable. The strength of the Burial King is mostly at the Dao Fruit level."

The Demon Lord spoke in a low voice.

Dao fruit level!

Just four words, but it is like a huge moat, lying in front of everyone.

Not to mention the Dao Fruit realm, even if it is a half-step Dao Fruit, the three of them have to fight together, and they can't get any benefits.

Among the three, only Yang Fang could finally reach the Half-Step Path Realm.

But the premise is that he must fuse all the essence of Dao fruit in his body.

But now the fusion of Dao fruit essence is not smooth at all.

For a long time, little progress has been made.

His heart was turbulent, and he felt strong pressure. He decided that after going back again, he must thoroughly figure out the matter of the fruit essence.

Anyway, now that he has the book of fate and the holy book, his attack methods will be much stronger than before. If you don't believe in the devil, you won't tell the truth.

"let's go."

Yang Fang opened his mouth and took the black jade pendant from Juntian.

Both of them nodded heavily.

But after going out this time, they didn't dare to return along the way they came from.

The way was dangerous and unpredictable, and that weird gray fog appeared, which swallowed everything automatically, and it was difficult for them to get close with their strength.

And when they walked over, there were too many dimensional spaces, and they couldn't find the way they came from. If they walked back rashly, they would only get lost further.

Yang Fang and the others soon appeared in front of the huge city again, looking into the distance, frowning tightly.

Even if they don't go back the same way, it will be extremely difficult for them to leave here.

"Two, how can I get out of here, I wonder if there is a way?"

Yang Fang asked.

The Demon Lord and the black phantom looked in all directions.

"Perhaps you can find the burial corpse in the burial ground and ask. You have the jade pendant given by the burial king. Ordinary burial corpses will probably sell you face."

The black phantom said.

"Burial?"

Yang Fang understood instantly.

This should be the corpse buried in the endless burial ground for a long time, because it has been a long time, and I don't know what is special, it has already become a corpse demon.

"Walk!"

Yang Fang opened his mouth and rushed to the distance first.

The two people around him immediately followed.

It's not too difficult to find the buried corpses. As they walked along the way, they were soon actively targeted by the buried corpses.

When a ruin was exposed, a huge blood-colored tomb emerged without a sound, blocking their way all of a sudden. It was extremely huge, and it was scarlet, as if it had been watered with blood. It was eerie and weird. Tombstone without words.

There is an indescribably weird feeling.

Not only that.

In all directions of their bodies, there were seven or eight heavy coffins in succession, all made of gold, silver, copper, iron and various colors, filled with bursts of icy breath.

The demon king and the black phantom turned their eyes cold, and looked over at once.

Yang Fang took a deep breath, looked at the bloody tomb at the front, and said, "Senior, we don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to leave here, and I hope that it will be convenient for you, by the way, I have the jade pendant of the buried king , Senior, please see."

He gestured the black jade pendant in his hand.

The surface of the bloody tomb suddenly became chaotic.

The original wordless tombstone changed instantly, and an old man with an old body and shriveled skin appeared like a zombie.

He stood among the tombstones, without saying a word, and directly posed towards Yang Fang respectfully.

Not only that.

The gold, silver, copper, iron and other coffins around him were all restless. The coffin lid was opened, and one after another buried corpses came out of it, wearing extremely old clothes, and also knelt down to Yang Fang in unison.

The strange scene made Yang Fang's heart tremble instantly.

The reputation of the Burial King is really useful!

"Senior, please hurry up, I want to ask, where is the way out?"

Yang Fang asked.

The shriveled old man at the front still didn't get up, knelt there respectfully, raised a finger covered with black nails, and pointed directly at Yaoyao at the rear right.

Yang Fang glanced over immediately, showing suspicion, and said: "Senior, can you be more specific?"

The shriveled old man nodded slightly, and with a swipe of his palm, a stream of light emerged, which directly evolved into a map. The light flowed on it, automatically forming a road, and clearly showing the specific route of leaving.

The three of Yang Fang stared closely at the map, and quickly imprinted the route in their minds.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Yang Fang opened his mouth, and then started to move, leaving towards the distance.

The two people around him quickly followed.

The shriveled man remained motionless, worshiping there.

After a long time, he slowly blurred and disappeared, and the other buried corpses that were kneeling on the ground also all returned to the coffin.

far away.

Yang Fang's heart surged rapidly, and he stared at the jade pendant in his hand again.

The effect of this jade pendant is really strong enough.

If one day, relying on this jade pendant, I don't know if I can mobilize the buried corpses in the burial ground to help me?

If one day, the saint's reckoning comes, and he and others really can't survive, maybe this endless burial is their final hiding place.

Swipe!

The streamer flickered, and along the way, they saw countless coffins.

The endless blood-colored land looked like a strange world of Shura, and at every distance, one could see huge coffins, either lying high in the sky or on the mountain, and there were terrifying old corpses like barbaric corpses. Walking in this area like wild beasts.

But without exception, when they saw the black token in Yang Fang's hand, they all bowed and fell down immediately, motionless, as if they saw some terrible king.

In this way, they passed all the way, unimpeded.

I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly, an incomparably huge river appeared in front of them. It was gloomy and dark, and it was more than hundreds of meters wide. It flowed into the distance, leading to endless unknown places.

"Yin River, this Yin River leads directly to the burial spring where the Land of Chaos is located. Following this river, we can go out completely."

Yang let go.

"There is a ferryman on the river, from him you can go!"

The black phantom stared and pointed to the distance.

Yang Fang and Mo Jun immediately looked over.

On the gloomy and icy Chaos River, on one side of the protruding bank, a broken boat was lying quietly here. On it sat an old man with a haggard face and wearing a bamboo hat. His back was facing the three people, and beside him was a A bright green lamp flickered faintly, with a strange aura.

Looking from a distance, there is an indescribably strange feeling.

The three immediately set off and dared to look over.

"Hehehe, here comes the guest again."

The old man let out a hoarse laugh, his crooked body turned slowly, looked at Yang Fang and the others with a pair of green eyes, and said with a smile: "The three distinguished guests will each charge five hundred years of life."

"Five hundred years of life?"

Yang Fang frowned.

This is even more outrageous than the ferryman I met on the funeral spring.

At that time, the other party only charged them two hundred years of life yuan.

"Senior, I have the Token of the Burial King."

Yang Fang was not polite, and immediately took out the black token in his hand again, motioning for the old man to watch.

The old man's smile disappeared suddenly, he was solemnly moved, and quickly fell to the ground respectfully, trembling, motionless, as if he had encountered some supreme nemesis.

"Senior, please get up and send us out."

Yang let go.

"Yes Yes."

The old man sounded respectful, got up obediently, but lowered his head, did not even dare to look at the black token, and directly shook the oar lightly.

Yang Fang smiled and looked at the token in his hand again.

This token is really useful...

Pieces of black waves are constantly turned up, and the damaged boat moves forward quietly, feeling like walking in the waves of time and space...

Suddenly, Yang Fang and the other three frowned, and looked forward together.

I saw the wide black river.

In the frontmost area, huge heavy warships came one after another. They were dark and gloomy, with high sails, and they came towards this side with a strong and oppressive aura.

On the leading warship, there were continuous bursts of ear-piercing sounds of chains.

On the thick mast, seven or eight figures were firmly tied there by black chains, struggling hard.

Every time he struggled, the chains would make piercing sounds.

"Yin Spring, that's Yin Spring!"

Mo Jun's eyes were fixed, and he noticed a figure among them.

That figure was pierced by heavy chains, its clothes were tattered, its face was haggard, and it groaned miserably.

"It's really him!"

Yang Fang also looked over, showing surprise.

Is this a bunch of corpses?

Yinquan was actually captured by this group of buried corpses.

"That's the patrol guard of the Burial King. He must have offended some forbidden areas, so he was captured by the patrol guard."

The old man on the ferry spoke tremblingly.

"Come closer!"

Yang Fang said.

"Yes, my lord!"

The old man didn't dare to disobey, he quickly swung his oars, and approached the huge warship.

As they approached slowly, cold and terrifying sights swept across the black warship, like invisible swords, bringing a huge invisible oppression.

"Lu Tiansong, why don't you take care of the ferry, as your ferryman, you approached the warship rashly, do you want to seek death?"

A cold and merciless voice directly came from the leading warship, which penetrated into the depths of the person's soul, causing the person's entire soul to tremble slightly, as if resonating, giving people a sense of heaven and earth sinking.

On the battleship, a huge shadow instantly shrouded down, like a huge magic mountain emerging, and the terrifying aura covered everyone on the entire boat.

A burly man in iron armor with a height of more than three meters appeared here, his eyes were cold and full of ruthlessness, and he swept towards everyone coldly.

"My lord, the little old man dare not approach rashly. Someone actually took out the token of the funeral king, and the little old man has to follow the order..."

The old man trembled and spoke respectfully.

"Token of the Burial King?"

The armored man narrowed his eyes, showing surprise, and swept towards Yang Fang and the others.

"My lord, I have the badge of the buried king, so I approached rashly. I really have something to ask, so don't blame me."

Yang Fang opened his mouth and signaled the black token in his hand.

The armored man's eyes changed, and without saying a word, he had already knelt down on the ground respectfully, motionless, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

Not only him, but everyone else on the battleship also knelt down quickly and made uniform voices.

Yang Fang immediately relaxed, looked at Yinquan hanging on the mast, and said, "What crime did that person commit? Why did he hang him there?"

Yinquan, who was firmly trapped, glanced around and found the traces of Yang Fang and Mo Jun. His heart was shocked, and he opened his mouth desperately.

"Brother Yang, save me, save me quickly."

He struggled violently and made a loud noise.

"Reporting to my lord, this person rushed into the forbidden area and robbed the forbidden treasure, and the last general took it down."

The armored man spoke in a low voice.

"Oh? Then can you put it down, he is a friend of mine, I can apologize for him, how about it?"

Yang Fang asked.

The armored man hesitated for a moment, but finally waved his palm, and the people around him quickly got up and put down the Yinquan hanging from above.

"Senior, save us too!"

"Yes, senior, we all came from the Shenxu Continent."

"Senior, please save us!"

Others spoke one after another, making a commotion.

But Yang Fang was completely indifferent.

These people had nothing to do with him, so there was no need to offend the Iron Man again.

The man in iron armor let go of one person, which is already giving him face, if he pushes forward, it is hard to guarantee that it will backfire.

"Thank you Brother Yang, thank you Brother Yang..."

Yin Quan's face was gloomy, his breath was chaotic, and he ran over desperately. The chain in the lute bone has not been pulled out so far, and when he ran, there was a rattling sound.

Yang Xin was speechless for a while.

It's really not good that this Yinquan has become so mixed up.

Anyway, he was also one of the six black hands who arranged for Blue Star back then!

Compared with the Demon King and Sword Demon, it is not a little bit worse.

"Thank you for your success, senior."

Yang Fang immediately clasped his fists at the armored man.

The armored man immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Yang Fang, nor did he dare to look at the token, as the black token was a taboo in his heart that could not be offended.

Yang Fang didn't stay any longer, and immediately let the old man on the ferry start to leave.

The old man rowed the oars again, and slowly left the place with a clattering sound.

During this period, other people on the mast kept wailing and begging for mercy, hoping that Yang Fang could save them, but Yang Fang didn't pay much attention to it.

A long time has passed.

The armored man on the deck got up again, his eyes were cold, and with a wave of his hand, the warship continued to move forward.

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"Brother Yang, Demon Lord, why are you here? When you were chased and killed by the saints, didn't you all get suppressed?"

Yinquan is still panting heavily, his face is pale, and he can't fully recover.

"I was suppressed, only to escape again."

Yang Fang shook his head, "So far, the Demon Lord, he has indeed escaped by his own ability."

"You're welcome, I'm just a coincidence."

The Demon Lord spoke.

"What about the others?"

"Everyone else is fine now, only you have a little problem."

Yang Fang looked at Yinquan pitifully.

Thinking back to when Yinquan first appeared on the stage, he was considered quite famous, and he forced Graman, but it became more and more difficult later on.

I really doubt how he wanted to cooperate with the Demon Lord and Sword Demon in the first place.

"Well, it seems that only my side has the worst end."

Yinquan smiled wryly.

"Forget it, the past is over. Let's think about how to deal with the saint when we go back. A group of lackeys have gathered around the saint again. We must destroy them first."

Yang Fang said in a condensed voice.

The Underworld Emperor and the Lord of Yinquan were all wiped out by them.

Now there are the Ice Emperor, the Ancestor of the Shui Clan, the God of Hunting and others.

The second is the seven extremely weird guys around the saint...

But before that, the same sentence, he must figure out the mystery of the essence of Dao Fruit...

Thinking of this, Yang Fang looked at Yinquan and Mojun next to him again.

Both of these guys were one of the black hands back then, and they probably still had some secrets hidden in their hearts.

His eyes were deep, and countless thoughts appeared in his mind in an instant.

time passed.

Some time passed.

Finally, they drove out of this dark river and entered a narrower burial spring. After driving in the burial spring for a long time, they finally stepped into the darkness and haze.

"Finally home."

The black phantom let out a long breath and became extremely dignified.

What I saw along the way was like a dream.

Who can imagine that they came to the endless burial ground from the fallen holy land.

"Go, go back first."

Yang opened his mouth,

He was worried that during this period of time, the people of the saint would attack that stronghold again.

Everyone started to move immediately, and fled into the distance.

With their speed, they almost rushed to the previous dimensional space again very quickly.

To Yang Fang's secret relief, this dimensional space is still very safe and has not been discovered by the Ice Emperor and others.

"Mojun, Senior Juntian, you guys rest first, Yinquan, come with me."

Yang Fang spoke suddenly, first glanced at Mojun, then at Yinquan, and walked into the distance.

Mo Jun frowned, as if thinking of something, his heart darkened instantly.

Yinquan didn't say a word, and walked towards the distance with his tired body.

Not long after, they came to a secluded place here.

With a wave of Yang Fang's palm, countless runes emerged, densely packed, separating the surroundings, forming a cage in an instant, enveloping the bodies of the two of them.

Yin Quan's face was stunned, and he quickly said, "Brother Yang, what are you...what are you going to do?"

"Yinquan, do you want to die or live now?"

Yang Fang's voice was slow, with his hands behind his back, his whole body revealed an unparalleled aura, captivating, as if he had suddenly turned into an unrivaled demon lord, which made people dare not look directly at him.

"What do you mean?"

Yinquan quickly backed away, with a surprised expression on his face.

"Don't think about leaving, in my confined space, you still can't leave now."

Yang Fang's voice was indifferent, without any emotion, his eyes slowly swept towards the Yinquan, like a bottomless abyss, and he said: "I want to know everything about the essence of Dao Fruit."

"Didn't I say that? The essence of Dao fruit was obtained by you, and I don't know much about it."

Yinquan spoke hastily.

"Really? But I don't believe what you say."

Yang Fang said lightly.

"Believe it or not, it is true!"

Yinquan opened his mouth.

"It seems that you are really toasting and don't eat fine wine. I can save you, and I can suppress you. I gave you a chance. If you don't cooperate, this is your own business."

Yang Fang's tone gradually turned cold.

Yin Quan's expression changed, and he instantly felt an invisible huge pressure coming towards his body quickly. He couldn't help roaring, his body shook, and a wide river of ancient corpses emerged. Everywhere is the smell of corpses.

The corpses of the god kings inside seemed to be resurrected, and suddenly opened a pair of cold and terrifying eyes, and then rushed out together, forming a large formation, and rushed towards Yang Fang.

"Yang Fang, don't bully people too much!"

Yinquan shouted angrily.

However, facing his immemorial river of corpses and the ancient array formed by the corpses of many god kings, Yang Fang showed a hint of ridicule, and slapped hard with his white and generous palm.

A breath of immeasurable, unparalleled, and boundless erupted instantly.

Huanyuyin!

Boom!

The river of corpses exploded, flying all over the sky, the turbid waves rolled back, and corpses criss-crossed.

Yinquan's attack is completely vulnerable!

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