Inside the Nine-Colored Dragon Shenlong Cave, in front of the Tomb of Jiyelong Shenlong.
"Swish~~~wish~~~wish~~~"
Four streams of light flashed, and Yang Fan suddenly had four more space treasures in his hands.
It is the treasure of the four of Yunfeng Jianzun's portable space.
Next second...
"Boom~~~"
Yang Fan's terrifying mental power that could rival the second-order intermediate true gods suddenly swept away, and rudely swept away the sacred souls of the four members of Yunfeng Sword Sovereign.
After a few breaths.
There was a touch of joy across Yang Fan's face. Although these four swordsmans are far from being comparable to the true gods of Mingluo, they are the top heavenly gods second only to the true gods. The collection is quite considerable. The rough cloth estimates that none of them The value of is under 500 million points, especially that Yunfeng Sword Sovereign, who is not much inferior to the average first-order low-level true god.
All the belongings together, there are not three billion points, there are also two billion points.
The four top swordsmen add up to almost four billion points.
Replaced with inferior low-level artifacts, that's eleven or two.
It is not a small gain.
Of course, the real big head is the tomb of the Extreme Night Dragon God. As a peerless powerhouse second only to the Intermediate True God, this Extreme Night Dragon God would not let himself down if he wanted to.
As soon as his figure flashed, Yang Fan had already arrived at the gate of the large dragon palace.
"Boom~~~"
One forcefully pushed the door back slowly.
What catches your eye is a black stone monument with a height of one hundred feet.
There are four scarlet characters engraved on it-trespasser, death!
"If you want the life of this seat, your Extreme Night Dragon God is not qualified enough." Yang Fan chuckled, and did not take the warning of the Extreme Night Dragon God to heart. Even when he was alive, Yang Fan, the Extreme Night Dragon God, was not afraid of him. What's more, the extremely night dragon god who has been dead for hundreds of millions of years.
Without a trace of hesitation, Yang Fan stepped directly in.
"Boom~~~"
As soon as Yang Fan entered the Dragon Palace, a terrifying bloody spirit of nine layers filled the black stone stele, as if a billowing tide swallowed towards Yang Fan.
"Small bugs, break this seat."
Yang Fan sneered, and the terrifying mental power suddenly emerged, turning into a mental blade, sweeping away the bloody and evil spirit.
The blood evil spirit is formed by the condensation of the evil energy on the extreme night dragon god. It is an ordinary low-level true god. If you are not careful, you may suffer a big loss, the soul will be polluted, and your vitality will be greatly injured, just like that Yunfeng Sword Sovereign The four of them, even if they didn’t take action by Yang Fan and were rushed by this bloody aura, their fate would end here. Maybe the Yunfeng Sword Sovereign could barely keep their fate, the three of Xihua Sword Sovereign would definitely There is no doubt that he will die.
Tomb robbery is risky, especially the tomb of a true god.
But to Yang Fan, this bloody spirit is nothing.
The terrifying mental power comparable to the second-order intermediate true god is enough to sweep everything.
Soon, Yang Fan passed the stele, and what greeted Yang Fan was a pitch-black corridor. At first glance, he couldn't see the edge, it seemed like it was endless.
"Boom~~~"
As soon as Yang Fan stepped into the tunnel, he immediately felt that time and space were flowing, and he found himself back to the Seven Star Mountain Range. Even the vast and invincible power in his body seemed to disappear without a trace, and he was once again reduced to being there. A disciple of the Seven Star Sect who wanders around in the open vein and is subject to bullying.
"Huh, the mere illusion dared to be presumptuous in front of this seat, and let it be scattered."
"Boom~~~"
Under Yang Fan's terrifying and invincible mental power, any illusion has nowhere to hide, the picture in front of him changed, and he returned to the tunnel again.
"Extreme Night Dragon God, your method is nothing more than that."
Yang Fan walked quickly, no matter how true and mysterious his illusion was, I didn't move.
After a stick of incense time.
Yang Fan passed through the long corridor, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He found that he had entered an empty hall. The entire hall was tens of thousands of miles in size. A huge ball of light hovered over the hall, like the dazzling fire. The sun shines on the entire hall.
In the center of the hall, there is a stone statue in black armor standing, lifelike, at first glance, it seems to be resurrected from a deep sleep at any time.
"Hey, this Extreme Night Dragon God is a big deal."
Suddenly, a touch of surprise flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. The materials for refining these black armored stone statues were all the nine-patterned ink stones that could forge semi-sacred objects. In this hall, such black armored stone statues amounted to 10,000. The giant, so many nine-pattern ink stones, are so valuable that even if they are less than tens of billions of points, there are several billions of them.
At this moment, Yang Fan was even more looking forward to this extremely night dragon god.
This has not yet reached his main tomb, and there is such a great harvest, what about his main tomb.
If you can't say this harvest, you still have to exceed 100 billion points in your own expectations. It's not necessarily true.
at this time... ... .
"Crack~~~Crack~~~Crack~~~"
The sudden change occurred, and in the center of the hall, the black stone statues really came back from sleep, like black tide, pressed against a piece of black, surging towards Yang Fan.
"It is said that the Dragon God of the Extreme Night is best at refining puppets. Are these black armored stone statues the fighting puppets he refined?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed brightly, and there was a hint of understanding in his heart.
It's too late to say, then soon.
The black armored puppet army had already arrived in front of Yang Fan.
"Kill~~~Kill~~~Kill~~~"
"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"
The low-grade semi-artifact spears were refined from nine-pattern ink stone one by one, tearing through the sky, and blasting towards Yang Fan.
Each black armored puppet is no less powerful than a four-fold heavenly deity, and tens of thousands of four-fold heavenly deities have joined forces, that is, ordinary first-order true gods must be treated with dignity. Ordinary top-level deities, if they can't retreat, will only fight forever. One result is to be besieged by life.
It is a pity that they ran into the monster Yang Fan.
"Boom~~~"
The whole hall was dark, and a big hand that covered the sky fell from the sky, covering the tens of thousands of black armored puppets in one fell swoop.
However, Yang Fan did not destroy any of the puppets, only suppressed them.
These black armored puppets are all treasures. Each one is comparable to a quadruple heavenly deity. The value is so high that it is no less than a middle-grade semi-sacred artifact. It is a breeze to exchange hundreds of thousands of points. If you don’t redeem your points, you can use it to visit the nursing home, which is also the best choice.
Put this tens of thousands of black armored puppets on Wu Shengfeng, even if he is not there, it is enough to shock all the top heavenly venerables.
A palm smashed, it was a pleasure, but it was too wasteful.
Soon, the counting time passed.
Yang Fan passed through the main hall, and what caught his eye was still a magnified hall, which was not in any area under the previous hall.
And in the center of the hall, there is also a stone statue, but the color is no longer black, but bronze, and the number has been reduced from the previous 10,000 to a thousand.
Yang Fan just stepped into the hall.
"Chih~~~ Chih~~~ Chih~~~"
Those thousand bronze sculptures came alive.
One by one, their auras are more than a thousand times stronger than those black armored puppets, and they are almost comparable to a few Seven Heavenly Heavenly Sovereigns.
Compared with the main hall in front, the difficulty of this level has not been weakened at all, and Fan'er has skyrocketed tenfold.
Thousands of Seventh Heavenly Heavens, together, are some first-order low-level true gods, and if they are careless, they will be severely injured.
Good things, all good things.
Yang Fan's eyes lighted up as he grabbed the thousands of bronze puppets with a palm.
After ten breaths.
Yang Fan appeared in the third hall, and a hundred golden puppets greeted Yang Fan.
Each holding a golden spear, majestic and majestic, like the undefeated god of war, looking at the world.
The horror of the breath is not in the slightest below the top heavenly sovereign like Xihua Jianzun. The combination of a hundred golden armored puppets is enough to fight against the second-order low-level true gods and besieged the first-order low-level true gods.
"Good! Good! Good! Each of these hundred golden armored puppets is worth no less than a top-level semi-artifact. A hundred gold-priced puppets are worthy of ten low-level artifacts... Hahaha ... .... Come over to me all."
"Rumble..."
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Finally, the third update has been done. Two hundred and fifty flowers plus more will be delivered. The little buddies who have flowers will drop a flower to support Xiaoyao.