Jiang Chen supported his chin, flipped through the old information, and thought to himself that he had not participated in the God-Slaying War and did not know the details.
But it seems that the god-killing that day was not successful, and the most crucial thing was missed!
"Haha, could it be that these old friends really created a god?"
Jiang Chen felt inexplicably excited.
Although he had fought a duel of wits and courage with the Swallowing Elephant and had gnawed at the shadow of the Abyss Serpent God, he had never really fought against a Yin God so far.
He also couldn't be sure what level of demon transformation card could compete with this kind of existence.
If there really was a created Yin God, it would be perfect for him to practice on.
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On the sea, three figures appeared one after another.
A monster was over three meters tall, humanoid, with ferocious features, dark blue skin with a copper sheen, and several hideous cracks on its bare upper body. Red magma flowed through it, with terrifyingly high temperature, distorting everything in its direction.
A young man with tied hair, his demeanor reveals an air of age. An illusory spiritual sword is suspended on both sides of him. There is a unique mark between his eyebrows, which is three sticks of yellow incense.
The third person is the most terrifying.
As soon as he walked out, the sky began to glow with blood, the sea water gradually became dark and cold, the corpses floating on the sea surface quickly oxidized and turned black, and everything he saw began to decay and fall apart.
This was a woman, enchantingly beautiful, but the other two dared not look at her.
This is a Yin God who caused a huge bloody disaster during the decline of Taoism and led the world into the end of the Dharma!
Although she had been cursed by the Heavenly Sacrifice, nearly dying and losing a huge amount of strength, and had been dismembered and sealed for over a thousand years, further weakening herself, now she was only a half-crippled pseudo-god, but she was still the shadow of a famous tree. No powerful being dared to underestimate such an ancient existence.
Under the dark sky in the distance, some strange figures were gathering and the strange creatures in the restricted area had also come, but in front of the Yin God, they seemed particularly fearful and did not even dare to get close.
Not long after, the first batch of antiques walked out of the Dragon Palace, all with intense resentment on their faces.
"Damn it! Why isn't there a single body of a strange creature?!"
"Is this really the Dragon Palace?"
"Or are the rumors false? That person didn't set up the killing trap and then left. Instead, he left after picking up the remains of the strange creature?"
After noticing the three terrifying figures in the sky, their expressions froze and they stopped talking.
Some people wanted to leave, but were locked in place by the terrifying aura of the ninth level and immediately dared not move.
Soon, the first group of people came out. Like the previous group, they also had angry expressions, but their expressions were a little milder. Although they did not obtain the remains of the monster, they had other gains.
"It is said that if this magical skill is mastered, it can reverse the fate of the Dao, but one has to castrate himself..." Someone looked conflicted.
"Immortal fate, I actually found it. What a pity, why did it happen now? The unrest has already begun. That place is too dangerous!" Someone was secretly anxious.
After seeing the three powerful and imposing figures, they quickly collected their minds and did not dare to move rashly.
The last group of people walked out, their mental state was completely different from the first two groups, and there was obvious fatigue on their faces.
"Damn it! I was so close. If I could rescue Senior Zhou Tiandao or get his relics, I would dominate the world of extraordinary people!"
"The Qin Emperor is indeed still alive. It's a pity that I couldn't break the ban and take out his jade seal. Otherwise, I would have a powerful backer!"
"Damn it, I'm too weak..."
There were few among these people who were angry, but most of them were unwilling to give up. They felt that it was extremely shameful that they had seen a treasure trove but returned empty-handed.
At this time, it seemed that most people had come out, and the young man with long hair, who was the great swordsman Xuan Zhen that day, spoke indifferently.
"Give us all your harvest this time, and you will be spared."
A group of old antiques were all confused.
Harvest?
We must have it too!
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