The place where heaven hides.
Yang Wu came to the suspended ancient coffin. Behind him were seven golden monks. They surrounded Yang Wu. Once Yang Wu left here, they would work together to kill Yang Wu.
There was a mess all around, with a dozen corpses lying in a pool of blood, too dead to be dead.
These evil-doing predators all died here.
Yang Wu didn't feel any pity at all. Although they were not weak in strength, each one of them was covered in blood and they were all worthy of death.
At the moment, he is thinking about how to obtain those dragon qi liquids. As Shichuan said, it should be a pool of dragon marrow liquid, with half of the keel bone soaked under the liquid. Wisps of dragon qi emerge from the keel bones. , this dragon marrow liquid is comparable to holy liquid, and has great benefits for body tempering. For Yang Zhenlong, it is even more rare.
The energy here was connected to the ancient coffin, so he did not take action rashly. He felt that there was something strange about the ancient coffin, and he had to figure it out before taking action.
"First defeat all seven golden monks and then worry about it." Yang Wu turned around and looked at the seven golden monks and said.
Yang Wu was no longer stupid enough to rush over and fight these golden monks to the death. Instead, he used his ice blade wings to attack one after another and defeated the golden monks one by one.
These golden monks are very powerful, but unfortunately they have no consciousness and cannot sense the existence of the Ice Blade Wings. It can use them as rakes extremely calmly, crushing the power between their eyebrows one by one.
The seven semi-saint-level golden monks fell down one by one.
If the dead Yanchuan and the plunderers saw this scene, they would definitely be very unwilling.
They tried their best and couldn't hurt the golden monk. Yang Wu defeated them so easily. It was really infuriating that they were more powerful than others.
At this time, the white-haired witch returned with Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun.
"You guys come here first and wait until I figure out what's going on here." Yang Wu said to them.
Yang Zhenlong exclaimed excitedly: "Dad, I feel the smell of dragon."
"Well, there is dragon marrow liquid here, which is enough for your transformation." Yang Wu said with a smile.
"Great, daddy, please move faster." Yang Zhenlong responded cheerfully.
Yang Wu nodded lightly, opened his soul eyes again, and looked towards the ancient coffin.
Just after his eyes fell on the ancient coffin, the ancient coffin instantly burst into intense golden light, and the golden light blade stabbed vertically towards Yang Wu's soul eye.
ah!
Yang Wu had no time to react, and his soul eye was stabbed by the golden light. His fighting soul defended itself and tried its best to prevent the golden light from killing the soul.
"Get out of here." Yang Wu's fighting spirit was still very powerful. His mental power turned into fists and he blasted continuously, finally cutting off the golden light.
The ancient coffin's attack did not stop there. It actually fell rapidly from mid-air and suppressed Yang Wu.
Yang Wu could no longer open his eyes. He could feel the ancient coffin falling with a keen reaction. He did not hesitate to use all his strength to attack the ancient coffin.
Bang bang!
Yang Wu's martial arts fists were fired continuously, and the Zhenwu boxing was forced out, like Xuanwu rising to the sky, slamming into the ancient coffin.
The power of the boxing was enough to fight against the Half-Saint, but it was still unable to withstand the suppressive force of the ancient coffin. The boxing was crushed to the point of collapse, and the ancient coffin continued to smash down like a mountain, unstoppable.
"Lord (father)!" The white-haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong all exclaimed in surprise.
The ancient coffin was too weird. If it was smashed down like this, Yang Wu would be smashed into meat cakes.
"Evil puppet comes out." At the critical moment, Yang Wu summoned an evil puppet. It blocked the ancient coffin one step ahead. He got a bit of breathing space and snatched out from under the ancient coffin. The evil puppet could only resist for a moment. , and was crushed by the ancient coffin.
boom!
The ancient coffin fell to the ground, and the evil puppet was crushed into a pile of rubbish. Yang Wu narrowly escaped and was not killed. However, his mental strength was severely damaged and his soul eyes could not be opened again for a short time.
The ancient coffin did not stop there. It automatically hit Yang Wu without any wind.
Its speed is too fast. Even if it does not reach the power of the Holy Realm, it is definitely comparable to the peak of a Semi-Saint and infinitely close to the Holy Power.
Yang Wu couldn't dodge, so he was hit hard in the back by it, and his body was blown away like a kite with broken strings.
puff!
His blood flew away, and his body fell heavily a hundred feet away, unable to sustain serious injuries.
"You guys get out, I will block it." The white-haired witch said to Yang Zhenlong and Bai Luoyun, turned into a phantom and flew towards the ancient coffin. Even if she died, she would block the ancient coffin for Yang Wu.
Before the white-haired witch could resist the ancient coffin, a beautiful figure quietly appeared, and a cyan palm stamped angrily at the ancient coffin.
boom!
The powerful ancient coffin was directly knocked away by Qingzhang.
This is the power of holy power, so powerful that even the power of the ancient coffin cannot stop it.
However, this ancient coffin is really weird. After it was shot away, it did not explode or be damaged at all.
Qingfeng frowned and took action again from a distance. She wanted to completely crack the ancient coffin.
The green palm containing great holy power was blasted towards the ancient coffin. Golden light erupted in the ancient coffin, and Sanskrit sounds rang out from it.
Om!
The sound of this Sanskrit sound is consistent with the sound of the vicious ape guarding the gap, but the power gap between the two is very large. The Sanskrit sound of the ancient coffin is like the scream of the Holy Buddha, containing a certain kind of attack power that reaches directly to the soul. Who can They are all unstoppable.
There was a fierce collision between the power of the Sanskrit Sound and the Green Palm. The Sanskrit Sound was still inferior in strength. The Sanskrit Sound was shattered and the Holy Palm was weak in the follow-up and failed to pose much threat to the ancient coffin.
The ancient coffin did not retreat. I don't know when it had returned to the pool of dragon marrow liquid. The majestic dragon energy was released there. A terrifying dragon-shaped war energy rose up and sank into the ancient coffin. The terrifying holy spirit was released. The threat spread in all directions, and another unknown volume of ancient scriptures rose into the sky, and Sanskrit sounds rang out again.
Roar!
Om!
There was a real dragon roaring, and a Sanskrit sound sounded in alarm. The real dragon turned into a length of ten thousand feet, and the powerful dragon body slammed into Qingfeng, and the sound of "Om" hit Qingfeng's forehead.
Qingfeng frowned, moved his palms, and struck out with two green palms. If a Qingluan appeared, it pecked at the real dragon, and there were countless feathers like sharp blades strangling Sanskrit, above the sky The different phases are connected, the holy power is shocking, and the space seems to burst.
Boom boom!
No matter how powerful the ancient coffin is, it is not as strong as Qingfeng. After all, it is a borrowed power and can only barely compete with her.
An evil voice sounded from the ancient coffin: "If you disturb this Buddha's practice, you will all die badly."
The ancient coffin hit Qingfeng with a terrifying momentum. It was like a dragon's head, with golden light and infinite power. No one dared to look directly at it.
"Broken!" Qingfeng didn't say any more nonsense. She picked up her energy and used her palm strength to slap the ancient coffin hard.
Who knew that the ancient coffin was just a bluff. It suddenly changed its direction and soared into the sky, evading Qingfeng's attack. The next moment it had appeared in front of the door of space and escaped from this space.
It was too late for Qingfeng to stop him.
Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and said softly: "You guys stay here, I'll go out and take a look."
She turned into a shadow and quickly pursued him.
The white-haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong quickly moved towards Yang Wu's position.
Yang Wu has already sat up, but his breath has shrunk, and he has not yet fully come back to his senses.
"Dad, are you okay?" Yang Zhenlong asked worriedly.
Yang Wu shook his head slightly with his eyes a little distracted. Fanyin's attack could not be calmed down so easily.
He closed his eyes and began to run the "Heart Sutra of Taming the Soul" to smooth out the trauma in his soul as quickly as possible.
This was the first time his soul had been damaged since he had formed a fighting spirit, which showed how terrifying the opponent's Sanskrit attack was.
The "Heart Sutra of Taming the Soul" is worthy of being a sutra for the soul. When it runs, Shenting Daohua releases wisps of spiritual power, wrapping the fighting soul and nourishing and restoring the fighting soul little by little.
The damage to his body is not a big problem. Taishang Jiu Xuan Jue operates automatically and can slowly restore him.
The white-haired witch, Bai Luoyun and Yang Zhenlong did not leave his side and stayed with him until he recovered.
An hour later, Yang Wu woke up from his meditation. He looked at his companions on the left and right and said with a smile, "I'm fine. Go take a look at the dragon marrow liquid and dragon marrow grass."
"Are you really okay?" the white-haired witch asked.
"Well, don't worry, I'm not that fragile." Yang Wu nodded.
So, he stood up and walked towards the location of the Dragon Marrow Liquid, followed closely by the others.
Dragon marrow liquid is formed by the heavy gathering of spiritual springs, keel bones and dragon energy. The grade of the keel bone determines the grade of dragon marrow liquid.
The level of the dragon marrow liquid in front of me is probably not low, at least the semi-saint level, or even the true holy level. Otherwise, it would not be possible for the ancient coffin to lend such a powerful dragon energy.
Yang Zhenlong is close to the dragon clan. When he saw this dragon marrow liquid, he shouted excitedly: "Pure dragon marrow liquid."
Yang Wu looked at the dragon marrow liquid. It could accommodate at least a dozen people at the same time. He said to his companions: "Don't rush in and soak your body. I'll add some ingredients and go to the dragon evil." If the energy enters again, it will cause serious harm to us."
"It all depends on the master." Bai Luoyun said excitedly.
If you can soak your body with dragon marrow liquid, your body will undoubtedly improve significantly. This will be an amazing opportunity.
The white-haired witch had no objections. She agreed with whatever Yang Wu did.
Yang Zhenlong said: "Dad, I am not afraid of the evil spirit of the dragon."
Yang Wu smiled and said: "There is a lot of dragon marrow liquid here, which is useful for even the little saints. You are still in the king realm and cannot bear so much power. I will collect some for you and give the other half to you to soak your body. , the other half is left to us.”
"Ho ho, daddy is the best!" Yang Zhenlong shouted with satisfaction.
"Okay, let me divide the dragon marrow liquid first, and then prepare some herbs to fully bring out the effects of the dragon marrow liquid."
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