Fang Yun was thinking about the fragments of the Dragon-Slaying Sword. He put away the Taichu Stone House and looked around.
Then I saw the wolf-fangs covered with silver hair, and on the silver hair hung tens of thousands of saints from various races.
Like an ornament on a wolf's fangs.
They looked up and looked at Fang Yun with resentful eyes.
They really didn't dare to look at him with anger or resentment, not even if they were targeting the Holy Ancestor.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "That's right. When you get to the Ancestral Corpse Mountain, you will have to behave well and there is still a chance of survival. If you don't accept my toast, don't blame me. You all know the outcome of the saints and ancestral incarnations of all races who died in the eternal battlefield."
"Respected... Saint Ancestor Fang Yun, our Kuzhu tribe has never been your enemy, nor has it ever surrounded and killed you. Even our saint ancestor has fallen a long time ago, so we will never be your enemy. Why are you making things difficult for us?"
The one who spoke was a giant insect that looked like a praying mantis. Its body parts were divided into sections like bamboo joints. Its main body was fifty thousand feet long, but was shrunk to about a hundred feet in height by wolf hair.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Your tribe doesn't have a holy ancestor now, but you did in the past."
“This… Are you bullying us because we don’t have a holy ancestor? You don’t seem to be that kind of person.” The Bitter Bamboo Great Sage flattered helplessly.
"No, I am bullying you because you once had a holy ancestor. I will not arrest those tribes that don't have a holy ancestor."
"Then why ..."
"You will know when the time comes."
Fang Yun looked at the saints of various races whose bodies were covered with wolf fangs and smiled kindly.
"When the time comes, everyone will contribute together, and then you will be free."
The saints looked at each other with confusion, not knowing what Fang Yun was going to do, but everyone felt a little uneasy.
This Fang Yun dared to curse the incarnation of the Saint Ancestor in the Royal Mountain, dared to declare war on the ten clans, and even dared to go to the eternal battlefield to slaughter the incarnations of the saints and ancestors. He was capable of doing anything.
However, Fang Yun didn't look like he wanted to kill them all.
The saints hung on Wolf Fang helplessly, thinking and discussing secretly.
"What do you think we should do? Should we fight to the bitter end?"
"I believe the fish died, but as for the net breaking, do you believe it yourself?"
"But, as a dignified Kunlun tribe, we cannot lose face in front of an outsider."
"Don't be afraid of this. After all, the Saint Ancestor's incarnation has already lost face in front of Fang Yun. We are now imprisoned by the Wolf Fang Saint Ancestor. Even if we lose face, it is not our turn."
"Yes. When I saw the Wolf Fang Saint Ancestor, my eyes almost popped out of shock! What kind of evil creature is Fang Yun? Is he the master of evil creatures? He stepped on the Saint Ancestor's body and took a walk in the core of the ancient world. Even the Saint Ancestor would not do such a thing."
"That's why I didn't ask a single question just now. I didn't dare to ask! Whatever he said was what it was. Even if he wanted to skin us alive and worship our ancestors, we could only watch."
"But why did Fang Yun only capture the Kunlun people and not the saints from the outside world?"
"Who knows? This Fang Yun is really unpredictable. I guess he knows that he can't leave the Kunlun Ancient Realm, so he just gives up on himself."
"No, look carefully at the space around Fang Yun. Before, he was in his own world, and we could see a faint layer of black space separating him. But now, we can't see anything. I'm sure you all know what this means."
"Forget it. The more I think about it, the scarier it gets. But he won't really peel our skins off and use them to worship our ancestors, will he?"
"Your words are even more frightening."
"If we follow our thinking, he should do so. However, he has come this far, dared to curse at the incarnation of the Holy Ancestor, and dared to go to the mountain of ancestral corpses. It must be more than just peeling our skin to pay homage to the ancestor. With his temper, is it possible for him to kowtow to the Holy Ancestor? I don't believe it."
"When I saw him stepping on the head of the Wolf Fang Saint Ancestor, I began to doubt it."
"well… "
Fang Yun seemed to be completely unable to hear the messages from the saints. He stood on the wolf's head and looked into the distance.
In front of us, strange black and green mountains are connected together, undulating and interlaced, layer upon layer.
The nearby peaks are relatively low, but the lowest is more than 100,000 feet high. The farther away, the higher the dark green peaks are. The highest peak pierces the sky for who knows how many billions of miles.
That is the largest mountain range in the core of the ancient world, the Zushi Mountain.
Unlike other holy tombs of the terrifying corpses, the terrifying corpses in the Ancestral Corpse Mountain are composed entirely of the Kunlun clan. So even if a large corpse chaos occurs among them, they rarely disturb the ancient world of Kunlun, and will never attack the Royal Mountain.
The frightened corpses in the Ancestral Corpse Mountain are like a whole, fighting against the suppression of the core of the ancient world.
Looking from afar, Fang Yun could even see some frightened corpses gathered in groups of three or two, chatting about something, just like a normal village.
A corpse full of life.
Idyllic cemetery scenery full of dark death style.
Fang Yun just glanced at the large number of frightened corpses and then looked at the mountains ahead.
In front of some high mountains, you can vaguely see some Kunlun people worshiping their ancestors.
Even the giant god Shen Yun was seen.
The entire ancestor worship process was very similar to what Fang Yun had seen before.
The holy body of Wolf Fang slowly rose, and Fang Yun also rose to a higher place.
Seeing Fang Yun like this, the saints hanging on Wolf Fang were scared crazy.
"Fang Sheng, no, Fang Zu, please retract your magical powers!"
"What are you doing? It's not enough to step on the head of the Wolf Fang Saint Ancestor, do you want to step on the heads of all the Shocking Corpse Ancestors?"
"If you have something to say, please say it nicely. If you want to die, go by yourself and don't drag us down with you!"
"Can you please save your life?"
"Ancestor Fang, please be kind..."
The Kunlun Saints almost cried. Even if they had the courage of heaven, they would not dare to look down at the tombs of their ancestors.
The key is that these ancestors are still alive!
"Roar… "
An angry voice came from the mountains.
Suddenly, a mountain million feet high broke apart, and a silver claw crossed the sky, like a dark cloud with wind and thunder, coming towards them.
“It’s over, it’s over…” All the incarnations of Kunlun Saints were ready to die.
"Ancestors of Kunlun, is this your way of entertaining guests?" Fang Yun smiled indifferently, the wolf-fang incarnation growled, raised his right front paw, and slapped it hard.
boom…
The giant hand retreated, and the wolf's ancestor also retreated step by step, flying backwards for hundreds of miles before stopping.
Fang Yun and Lang Liao were safe and sound, but the Kunlun saints hanging on Lang Liao were either crooked in the mouth and eyes, or fainted from fright, or were blown to pieces by the aftermath of the Saint Ancestor, or prayed loudly.
Fang Yun said loudly: "If you attack again, you will be extinct!"
The giant silver claw attacked again, but a dry bone flew out from a higher mountain and blocked the giant silver claw.
Roar…
In the desolate mountain of ancestral corpses, dense swarms of frightened corpses flew into the sky, angrily looking at Fang Yun who was approaching again.
The number of corpses far exceeds one million!
Fang Yun couldn't help but nod his head. They were worthy of being the Kunlun clan. The total number of saints over the years was so great that even the total number of saints from the Lord of All Realms clan could not be compared to them.
Boom…
A huge mountain exploded, and the frightened corpse that had attacked first stood up.