"The Emperor's Tomb, the Emperor's Tomb has erupted."

"My God, such a terrifying imperial aura is worthy of being the inheritance of the Demon Emperor!"

Countless monks who had survived the disaster cried out in surprise, their faces filled with horror.

In mid-air, the breath of heaven and earth was like the beating of a heart, and the power was even stronger. Even Yang Zhen felt that his heart was almost out of control.

Chen Xiaotian's face changed drastically, and he quickly dodged to the side. With a serious expression, he roared, "Everyone get out of here!"

Yang Zhen cursed and didn't care about anything else. He shouted to the Nine Dragon Saint: "Go!"

At this time, the benefits of execution are reflected.

After hearing what Yang Zhen said, the bastard Bian Mao disappeared in a flash. Next came the bastard Sao Ji, who arrived later than Bian Mao and ran even faster than him.

The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons did not think much about it. He burst out at the fastest speed and left the place in the blink of an eye.

Those demon cultivators were a little confused. After hearing Chen Xiaotian's words, they were slightly stunned and subconsciously looked towards Chen Xiaotian.

In just a moment of distraction, almost half of the demonic and Taoist practitioners present died.

Boom boom boom! A series of dull explosions were heard, and Yang Zhen groaned. He looked pale, half sitting on the ground, holding his chest and grimacing in pain.

Chen Xiaotian was not much better off. He sat down on the ground, gasping for breath. There was an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe that Yang Zhen could actually survive.

Yang Zhen grinned at Chen Xiaotian, slowly stood up, looked around, and was immediately startled.

Countless monks around were wailing and falling to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. They held their chests in excruciating pain.

After all, they were all cultivators above the Saint Realm, and they did not die on the spot after their hearts exploded. Of course, even if they were powerful cultivators who were at the final hurdle, they would not survive if there were no special methods to treat them in time after their hearts completely exploded.

Boom! The heartbeat that was almost as fast as the breath of heaven and earth stopped, and countless survivors breathed a sigh of relief. They all looked at the monk lying on the ground with pale faces, and they were still frightened.

Yang Zhen's heart felt bad, as if he had been hit hard with a hammer, almost taking his life.

However, Yang Zhen could feel that Chen Xiaotian's heart also exploded with the roar of heaven and earth. However, Chen Xiaotian had mastered the Heavenly Demon Disintegration after all, so this degree of injury could only make him uncomfortable but would not take his life.

Yang Zhen secretly said what a pity, stood still, his body swayed, he staggered two steps, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Chen Xiaotian snorted coldly, stood up from the ground, calmly patted the dirt behind him, and followed Yang Zhen, staggering towards the top of the mountain.

Although the people around retreated in time and were not affected by the heartbeat, they did not dare to rush forward easily. Their blood was boiling and they consumed a lot of energy.

Seeing Chen Xiaotian and Yang Zhen slowly walking towards the top of the mountain, Jiulong Shengzun and Jianmao looked at each other and said, "What should we do now?"

The mean cat rolled his eyes at the Nine Dragon Saint and said, "What else can I do? Do you dare to go up in this situation?"

The Holy Lord of Nine Dragons looked at the mountain top filled with demonic energy and said seriously, "I dare not!"

"That's all, isn't it good to just sit here and watch Yang kid show off quietly?" The mean cat pouted. It had an almost blind trust in Yang Zhen.

The Nine Dragon Saint stared at the mean cat, shook his head and said, "No, I have to go up and help him."

"Can you help?" The mean cat glared and was about to speak, but the Saint of Nine Dragons gave a bitter smile and ran away.

"maybe!"

In fact, even if he could not help, the Nine Dragon Saint could not just watch Yang Zhen take risks alone.

Seeing Shuya, with a gloomy expression, following the two of them towards the top of the mountain, Saint Jiulong snorted and followed Shuya.

Shu Yai seemed to know that the Saint of Nine Dragons was about to follow him, and waved without turning his head as a greeting.

Jiulong Saint's face darkened and he said, "Shuya, we will settle our grudges later!"

The Nine Dragon Saint looked at Shu Ya calmly and said, "If I don't twist your head off, the matter between the two of us will not be over."

At this point, Jiulong Saint stared at Shuya, who was hesitant to speak, and said, "Feng Yu's resurrection was Yang's trick. The souls of those who died in your hands have been in my dreams day and night. Tell me... Can I let go of what happened between us?"

Shu Ya was stunned, turned his head, and laughed loudly. His figure became illusory and he said, "Jiulong, you are right. We are not beings that can coexist. In this case, I will wait for you!"

As he said that, Shu Ya leaped up and rushed towards Yang Zhen.

"Young man Yang, the inheritance of the Demon Emperor's Tomb is not something you can get involved in. For the sake of Jiulong and Fengyu, I advise you to leave quickly and guard the Three Flowers Holy Land well. Otherwise, after a while, you may not be able to take care of it."

Boom! A loud noise that shook the earth was heard, and a dark golden demonic energy suddenly erupted from Shuya's body. A lightning and thunder that looked like black thunder rushed into the air.

"Black Lightning?"

Yang Zhen was startled and looked towards the cliff vigilantly.

After discovering that the black lightning created by Shu Ya was just a black lightning, Yang Zhen was immediately furious.

"Damn it, you created a fake law of heavenly thunder to scare people, do you think I was brought up by being scared?"

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

At this point, Yang Zhen glanced at Chen Xiaotian, who was walking with difficulty, and said with a strange laugh, "Whether this Sao Saint can get his hands on the inheritance of the Demon Emperor's Tomb is not up to you two half-baked people to decide."

Chen Xiaotian stared at Yang Zhen coldly and said, "Boy, are you really going to be so stubborn?"

Yang Zhen glared and said, "You think you're so great just because you ride on a mantis shrimp? Come and bite me if you dare."

"you!"

Chen Xiaotian found that he couldn't talk to Yang Zhen at all. If he did, he would definitely be angry to death.

What's so great about riding a mantis shrimp?

Even if I don’t ride a mantis shrimp, I’m still amazing!

Seeing the expression that deserved a beating on Yang Zhen's face, Chen Xiaotian's face was gloomy with a hint of amusement, and he said with a smile: "Then let me see how powerful you are."

As soon as Chen Xiaotian finished speaking, the black thunder suddenly fell on the top of the mountain, and it was as if it had entered a volcano, and the entire top of the mountain erupted.

Boom! The power of destruction exploded, and Yang Zhen looked at the huge mountain in front of him in confusion, and it slowly cracked.

Buzz! The heaven and earth were in turmoil, and waves of terrifying demonic energy with golden edges rose into the sky, with flashes of lightning that made people deaf and dizzy.

"Oh no, Yang Zhen, get out of the way!"

Amidst the rumbling, the voice of the Nine Dragon Saint was heard, but Yang Zhen could not hear it clearly. He turned around and asked, "Fellow countryman, what did you say?"

Chen Xiaotian showed a gloomy and uncertain look on his face. He stared at Yang Zhen and said, "He wants you to have a good journey!"

Like a howling violent wind, the demonic energy with a gold edge enveloped Yang Zhen in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Yang Zhen's face changed drastically.

Damn, these gold-rimmed demonic auras are indeed different from other things.

What made Yang Zhen even more angry was that among these evil spirits, there were actually threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye under the blood moon.

But these threads are golden!

When Chen Xiaotian and Shu Ya saw Yang Zhen enveloped in golden demonic energy, they looked at each other and laughed together.

(End of this chapter)