Chapter 327

Yang Yu stepped forward and directly climbed the platform behind the 45 steps.

Yaochi Saint Jiu Jin followed closely, also stepped on the high platform, standing behind Yang Yu.

On the other side, the speed of the virgin of Zifu was not slow, and almost stepped on the platform with Yang Yu. However, the son of Zifu became pale at the moment. Although his strength was not weak, he was more or less stained with the light of the virgin.

Because it seems that they are conscious when they just got the saint fairy terrace, the pressure on the yuan God is obviously much weaker for the two teams of Zifu saint and Zifu Shengzi.

"Hum!"

After seven people, such as Yang Yu, yaochi saint and Zifu saint, ascended the high platform, and then on the steps of the transformation of Saint Xiantai, the brilliant brilliance was directly shining, covering all the people who were still walking on the stairs at the moment.

"Well!"

Both the Zifu and yaochi saints turned back and looked at the steps of the saints' Fairy terrace behind them.

"What's going on?"

Yang Yu's face was a little surprised and looked at the sage's Fairy terrace, and his eyes were twinkling.

"Boom

The next second, the stairs below seemed to roar, and then all the prestige and brilliance disappeared, making the whole ladder calm.

However, the Shengzi Yaoguang and Dayan Shengzi, who had been climbing the ladder on the sage's platform, all disappeared above the ladder and returned to the bottom of the ladder.

"What's the situation?"

Shake light son and others frown and look at the saint fairy terrace in front of the body.

They were just fine, why all of a sudden they were swept down.

"Go on."

Chuo Wan's eyebrows will be swept down again.

Now the problem is that four more people have already climbed the platform. I'm afraid that when they get back on the platform, I'm afraid that the chance has already been won by the holy daughter of Zifu and Yang Yu.

"Boom

However, just when ziwanchu's son and wanchu's Saint daughter wanted to re-enter the saint's paradise, a terrible pressure surged out of the saint's Fairy terrace, just as if the clouds were flying. The two of the wanchu holy land were also blasted out and suffered heavy damage.

"Quota limit?" On the platform, Yang Yu looked at the goddess of yaochi, and his face was a little surprised.

"It seems that in this ancient tomb of the sage, it is very likely that what is left behind is inheritance. Moreover, the limited quota may be only two men and one woman."

The eyes of yaochi's Saint daughter flashed slightly and looked at the purple mansion saint and the purple mansion Saint son.

These two people come in, it is really a little special, because the virgin of purple mansion and Yang Yu step here almost at the same time.

If not, she and Yang Yu might be the only ones to enter the tomb.

"Hum, the inheritance of this place is obviously to pass on to the holy land of purple mansion. Your coming in is too coincidental. I think you two should retreat!"

The face of the son of Zifu looks better. Hearing the words of yaochi's saint, the son of Zifu, who was unhappy with Yang Yu, immediately opened his mouth, and his tone was very cold.

"Ha ha, there's nothing wrong with that, but I think it's you who should leave, right?"

Yang Yu smiles and looks at the son and daughter of Zifu.

"Hum, this place is obviously close to the holy land of yaochi. What's the need for you to stay here? Inheritance can't be yours!"

The son of purple mansion snorted coldly, staring at Yang Yu, extremely indifferent.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't retreat, it's OK. Anyway, I just thought you were not very good. I'll kill you and go to see what the inheritance of this sage is."

Yang Yu snorted coldly, and his eyes locked the son of Zifu coldly. In his body, the blood of war began to boil, and the bright light seemed to start to shine in Yang Yu's body.

"Hum, the strong yuan Shen is useless in the secret place of the four poles. If you want to kill me, you don't have such strength!"

The son of Zifu gave a cold hum, and then he directly offered a small tripod, in which the purple gas gushed and was very strong.

"Yang Yu, I don't know what the chance is here. There's no need to be the enemy now."

The virgin of purple mansion opens her mouth, her look is very plain, as if integrated into the world in general, there is not too much change in her look.

"There's no need to say so much. It's useless for you to plead with your son."

After that, he took a direct step in the direction of Yang shengran's house, and then walked out of the house.

"Hum, an unknown rat who is not a saint son dares to be so arrogant. How can I kill you today and avenge the red dress?"

The son of Zifu drank coldly, and then he held the purple tripod directly in his right hand, and the purple gas emerged in it, and the power of terror began to emerge!

"The four images of the God of war -- white tiger!"

Yang Yu snorted coldly. On his arms, there were bright demon patterns, which were like fierce white tigers, roaring around Yang Yu's arms.The four elephant power of the demon emperor and the white tiger are the main killers of the demon emperor. They have powerful destructive power and attack power. At the moment, they are derived from Yang Yu, and become the secret art of the body of the God of war. After the four elephant strength of the God of war, this kind of main killing power naturally becomes stronger and stronger!

"Hum, a curfew, today I'll show you the power of the supreme secret arts of the holy land of purple mansion!"

"Purple spirit comes from the East!"

The son of Zifu drank coldly and looked at Yang Yu indifferently. He offered a small purple tripod with his right hand, and hit Yang Yu's direction with his palm at the same time.

"Roar!"

However, Yang Yu's eyes were cold, and a cold light was flashing. Yang Yu gave a fist at the moment. His whole right arm was like a white tiger with golden stripes. His body leaped and a pair of sharp claws directly hit the purple tripod.

"Dang!"

A roar sounded, and Yang Yu's fist and seal hit the purple tripod. Almost immediately, the purple tripod, which was originally purple, suddenly became dim and dark, and flew to the far distance!

"The four images of the God of war -- rosefinch!"

Yang Yu snorted coldly. There were bright flames on his left hand, which covered Yang Yu's palm.

"Boom?"

Yang Yu's body suddenly stepped out and his right foot kicked out. The terrible force directly crushed the defense of the son of Zifu!

"Pooh

Meanwhile, Yang Yu's left hand was suddenly lit up here, and the flaming fire of rosefinch shot out, just like a sword, directly penetrated into the brow of the son of Zifu.

"No No It's impossible... "

The son of the purple mansion raised his hand and stained his brow with bright red blood. His body trembled and opened his mouth.

However, it became weaker and weaker, and ended with the fall of the son of the purple mansion on the ground.

A saint son, so died in Yang Yu's acceptance, but three moves!

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