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Chapter 337 The Power of the Holy Land [Three]

"Doesn't you trust?"

The Saint of Yaochi looked at the direction where Yang Yu disappeared, and at this moment, a look of disappointment flashed through his beautiful eyes.

If it were before, Yang Yu might have believed her, but now...

"Yang Yu."

The saint of Zifu looked at it and murmured Yang Yu's name in his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"What happened inside the two saints, why did this Yang Yu do this?"

Ji Haoyue spoke, frowned and looked at the saint of the Purple Mansion and the saint of Yaochi and asked.

"Nothing, if you are interested, you can go and see it yourself."

The saint of Purple Mansion spoke calmly, without saying much, took a step forward, and directly floated in the long skirt and left in the direction of entering the ancient tomb.

"You want to go in and see, now you can go. If you can get anything, then congratulate you in advance."

The Saint of Yaochi spoke, his eyes were also very plain, but when the Saint of Yaoguang and the Saint of Daoyi were frowning slightly.

If it weren't for the divine light surrounding the Saint of Yaochi, which made people unable to see clearly, everyone would have seen something strange.

The Saint Son of Yaoguang frowned, but did not give up. He still walked into the ancient palace, his eyes flashing.

However, when entering the ancient temple and looking at the scene, everyone frowned.

Because, the entire ancient temple can almost be said to be empty, except for the ancient coffin, there are no other scenery around it.

However, when everyone opened the ancient coffin and looked at the scenery, they still frowned.

Among them, there were only a small pile of jade fragments, and there were no other items.

"It should have been inherited, but now it's all broken."

Saint Yaoguang frowned and spoke, his face looked a little bad.

"The Saint of Purple Mansion and the Saint of Yaochi may have been inherited, but why did that Yang Yu stop us so much?"

The Saint Son of Yaoguang also frowned and looked at Yang Yu in great confusion.

Outside the ancient hall, the Saint of Yaochi looked at the people who looked confused and a little unwilling, and did not pay attention to it anymore.

As for what these people would guess in the end, the Saint of Yaochi discovered that he no longer cared so much.

"Is it destined to be like this?!"

She also stepped away and began to turn back, leaving the ancient tomb of the saint.

Looking at the severely injured Saint Son of Wanchu and Saint Son of Wanchu, as well as the Saint Son of Dayan and Saint Son of Dayan who had a ferocious sword wound and knife marks on their chests and faces, she ignored it and left directly.

Soon, a group of people in the ancient hall also walked out and looked at the scene of the Saint Immortal Platform around him, and his face was not good-looking.

Because of this trip, they not only did not receive the inheritance, but also met a person among their contemporaries who would bring them endless pressure!

"Let's go, this saint's tomb should be like this."

Ji Haoyue spoke, then set off with Ji Biyue, ready to leave the ancient tomb.

"Let's go too, take the two people from the Dayan Holy Land and go back."

The Saint Son of Yaoguang spoke, spoke to the saint beside him, and began to move and leave.

Hua Yunfei and Daoyi Saint did not leave like that, and carried the dying Saint Son of Wanchu and Saint Son of Wanchu and Saint of Wanchu, and brought out the ancient tomb of the saint.

At this moment, at the entrance of the ancient tomb of the Saint, the Saint of Purple Palace, the Saint of Yaochi and others walked out one after another.

However, when they looked at the two men of Yaoguang Saint Hua Yunfei and the other two carrying a bloody man on their backs, their powerful men stood up on the ancient warships of the Dayan Holy Land and Wanchu Saint Land, and their eyes were extremely cold to look down.

"Divine Body, why are you suffering such a heavy blow?!"

The Jiang family's divine body and Jiang Caixuan walked out the last time. The Jiang family's great man saw that his body was cut off, and his eyes suddenly condensed.

"After that Yang Yu broke through the Four Poles Secret Realm, I'm afraid that no one can beat him one-on-one in the battles of the same realm."

The Jiang family's divine body opened and his eyes were very heavy.

"Yang Yu? Didn't he besieged and killed by Li Rui and the others, he should have died at the entrance?"

On the ancient warship of Yaoguang Holy Land, Elder Li Fen spoke, and then his eyes suddenly condensed.

She came to her senses and now it seems that no one except the Holy Son and Saint Maiden appeared!

"Li Rui and the others are all dead."

After the Saint Son of Yaoguang and Saint of Yaoguang handed over the severely injured Saint Son of Dayan and others to the people of the Saint Land of Dayan, they shook their heads and said.

"All dead?!"

In an instant, the powerful eyes of the Daoyi Holy Land and the Purple Mansion Holy Land became extremely sarcastic.

Because, now neither of their saints’ sons from the two holy lands have returned, and the two quasi-saints who can compare to the saint-level genius have not returned yet!

"Everything is dead. If Caixuan hadn't been told to come to find me, she would have died under the sword of Yang Yu."

The Jiang family's divine body spoke in a deep voice.

“What exactly happened?”

At this moment, everyone's faces were sunk and their murderous intent was awe-inspiring in their hearts.

"The Holy Son of Daoyi and the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion have died under the Yang Yu sword. Except for Jiang Caixuan's sister Fairy Ji Biyue and Brother Hua Yunfei, the others have all died at the entrance. We have seen the corpse."

The Saint Son of Yaoguang spoke.

"Son of the Holy Son, are you also injured by that Yang Yu?"

The powerful man from the Holy Land of Dayan frowned and looked at the Holy Son of Dayan with a heavy expression.

"yes."

The Saint Son of Dayan spoke with an extremely gloomy face, and his tone was filled with murderous intent.

"Divine body, can it be..."

The Jiang family's mighty hero also looked at the Jiang family's divine body in disbelief.

"My arm was cut off by Yang Yu."

The Jiang family's divine body spoke directly, without any intention of hiding it.

"How is it possible? He is just a lonely man, why is he so strong?"

The other holy land masters couldn't believe that Yang Yu was just an unknown person, because of their source technique.

But how could he have such terrifying power and means?

The Jiang family’s divine body, the Dayan Holy Son and others are all top masters of the younger generation of the East Wilderness!

"This Yang Yu may have obtained the inheritance of the Nanling Heavenly Emperor in the Nanling Heavenly Palace more than a year ago."

The Holy Son of Wanchu spoke, his voice was extremely resentful, without any concealment, and directly told Yang Yu that he had used the three thousand small world secret techniques.

"He also has two priceless divine weapons, one is a divine sword made of dragon pattern black gold, and the other is a divine sword made of phoenix blood red gold. It is definitely a treasure that shocks the world!"

Saint Wanchu also spoke, his voice full of resentment.

“…”

At this moment, all the powerful people in the major holy lands were shocked.

A little devil who offended them with his source technique may have been despised by them all the time!

The secret technique of the Emperor of Heaven in Nanling, a special physique that is not weak in the Eastern Wilderness divine body, and a divine weapon made of two exclusive objects of the Emperor...
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