"Demon Killer Clan!"

At this moment, Yang Yunfan came back to his senses, but in his mind, he still had the cruel look of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with the earth weeping blood!

He gritted his teeth and chewed the name of this ethnic group.

At this time, he finally understood why the earth's spiritual energy was far less powerful than it was in ancient times. After thousands of years, there were no monks who had ever left the Golden Core realm.

It turns out that in ancient times, foreign invaders invaded the ancestral land of China and directly cut off Mount Buzhou, the pillar of China.

Since then, the spiritual energy of the earth has been deteriorating. Let alone another powerful monk like Emperor Yu. By now, if there were no ruins on the 13th, there would probably not even be a few monks in the Golden Core realm.

Tianzhu Buzhou Mountain, this is the root of China’s cultivation!

If the roots are broken, how can the leaves still grow?

"More than a hundred years ago, when the Eight-Power Allied Forces entered Beijing, they only burned, killed, and looted. All they took away were some personal belongings such as gold, silver, and jewelry. This demon-killing tribe even cut off the foundation of my Chinese monasticism!"

"This hatred and hatred are truly irreconcilable!"

Feeling the anger of Emperor Yu when he had no choice but to break through the void and throw his soul into the strong wind of the void with a narrow escape, as well as the nostalgia and reluctance for this mountain and river, at this moment, Yang Yunfan felt only furious!

He clenched his fists fiercely and clenched his gums.

Because he clenched his fist so tightly, his nails dug into his flesh, and traces of blood flowed out from the flesh of his palm. He didn't even notice the drops falling on the ground.

"Emperor Yu, I am a Chinese citizen. I swear here that I will abide by your will, Emperor Yu, open up new territories, and guard our clan! I will kill the demons and clans outside the territory and avenge you!"

Yang Yunfan stood quietly in front of the stone tablet, bit his finger and let the blood flow out.

Immediately, he pressed his own blood against the stone tablet, and at the same time, he swore an oath to the stone tablet with his own soul.

"Chichi..."

The stone tablet seemed to have a spirit, and it slowly absorbed Yang Yunfan's blood.

"Kaka!"

After a while, the stone tablet in front of Yang Yunfan gradually cracked into pieces!

This stone tablet is made of unknown metal. The material is extremely strong. Countless years of wind and frost have not left any traces on it. It also has the protection of Emperor Yu's artistic conception. I am afraid that even if Yang Yunfan reaches a higher level, he will not be able to damage it.

But at this time, it gradually shattered...

"drop!"

As the stone tablet cracked, a drop of golden blood slowly floated out from the stone tablet. This golden blood was as big as a thumb and was extremely condensed.

Exuding an extremely dazzling light.

Huang Tianyi and Martial God Ivan couldn't help but close their eyes, not daring to look directly at this drop of golden blood. It was like the sun, making people feel dazzling.

"Golden divine blood! It's actually golden divine blood. It's incredible!"

In Yang Yunfan's ears, the shadow messenger screamed again.

This cemetery exploration was also an eye-opener for him.

He did not expect that in addition to the ancient gods, there would be such a powerful god on earth.

The owner of this stone tablet, just looking at this drop of golden divine blood, is several levels stronger than the Lord Qingdi. When the Lord Qingdi died, the blood was only dark gold, and it had not yet reached this pure gold, like the sun's rays.

Same.

"Yang Yunfan, this divine blood can only be conceived in the body of a monk who has reached the late stage of the realm of creation, about to transcend reincarnation, and transform his divine body to the extreme, close to immortality. Such innate blood."

The shadow messenger was so excited. Seeing that Yang Yunfan was indifferent, he couldn't help but said: "This drop of divine blood, even if it is taken by a pig, is probably enough to turn the pig into a genius with extraordinary talents. This drop of divine blood is more powerful than

Any treasure must be precious!"

"Any god-lord, outside the territory, is a famous peak powerhouse with supreme dignity. Every drop of divine blood is extremely precious and cannot be condensed easily. Only the god-lord's closest descendants can get it if they are lucky.

A drop of divine blood."

"This drop of divine blood is not only filled with some of the inherited skills of this fallen divine lord, but also possesses some of the characteristics of his supreme divine body. It is more suitable for you than any treasure!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Yang Yunfan, quickly absorb the divine blood into your body and slowly refine it!"

The shadow messenger's eyes widened, his scarlet eyes flashing, and he was observing the surroundings, fearing that some powerful person would suddenly appear and snatch this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity away.

At this time, Yang Yunfan slowly raised his arm.

brush!

Soon, that drop of golden divine blood flew gently in front of Yang Yunfan's finger, as if it had become conscious.

With a click, it slowly squirmed, stretched to an extremely slender length, and then, following Yang Yunfan's damaged finger, it slowly got in.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Yang Yunfan felt a sharp pain in his fingers, as if on fire. As the blood flowed, he felt endless spiritual energy beginning to fill every inch of his body's muscles.

Click, click, click!

He seemed to hear the bones making crisp sounds, breaking again and again, and then joining together again.

And amid the constant fragmentation and healing... he felt that his bones had become extremely tough, tougher than steel and could not be destroyed.

It’s just that it hurts so much!

The feeling of his bones being broken and reborn made him scream in pain. He clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth. His whole body was in pain and his muscles were shaking.

"Yunfan, are you okay? What's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

Huang Tianyi saw Yang Yunfan's eyes were red and he was clenching his fists so hard that blood came out. She couldn't help but shake Yang Yunfan's arms.

At this time, she could feel that the energy fluctuations in Yang Yunfan's body were extremely violent, like strong winds and waves, constantly rising and falling, making people afraid to approach.

"Don't touch him!"

Martial God Ivan discovered something. He pulled Huang Tianyi, frowned, and stared at Yang Yunfan, "Look at the rune chains on his body! It seems to be undergoing transformation!"

Huang Tianyi raised his head and glanced at Yang Yunfan.

Sure enough, Yang Yunfan's originally blood-colored rune chains were slowly changing, turning into gold. Like the rays of the sun, they emitted a gleaming color...

The inheritance of his Nine Dragons Cauldron Pattern is incomplete.

He observed this from the ancient murals in Africa, and then let the African natives use a kind of cheetah blood to condense it.

In ancient times, even children would probably not be willing to temper this low-level tripod pattern.

Yang Yunfan also knew this, so he never cultivated the Nine Dragons Cauldron Pattern carefully. He just found the three-headed hell dog and some blood of the Dragon Control God, fused it, and barely improved its quality.

"boom!"

At this time, after inheriting this drop of golden divine blood from Emperor Yu, Yang Yunfan's nine-dragon cauldron pattern suddenly shattered one by one, and the shadows of the three-headed hell dog and golden dragon swimming on it were instantly shattered and transformed.

For a little bit of golden light, disappear into the air.

Yang Yunfan's body...

At this time, the clothes on his body were still in pieces.

"This is?"

Huang Tianyi and Martial God Ivan on the side discovered that some pictures and texts appeared on every inch of Yang Yunfan's skin.

If you look closely, it seems to be a complete picture of mountains and rivers!

"Yellow River, Yangtze River, Five Mountains, Kunlun... This, this is the mountain and river map of China's nine states!" Suddenly, Huang Tianyi recognized these pictures and texts on Yang Yunfan's body.

The Yellow River, the Yangtze River, the Five Mountains, Kunlun...the outlines are clear, the mountains are stacked, and they are majestic!

After the ferocious beast cauldron pattern faded away, the mountain and river cauldron pattern of ancient Kyushu appeared on Yang Yunfan's body!

Compared with the original ferocious beast cauldron pattern, the power of the Kyushu mountain and river cauldron pattern is more simple and powerful. With just one glance, you can feel the mountains and rivers rushing towards you, the majestic majesty and suffocation.

How can the majesty of the ferocious beasts compare with the magnificence of the mountains and rivers of Kyushu?
Chapter completed!