Chapter 189: Four Parties Have Murderous Intentions, Each with Its Own Plans

Ancestor Hutian waved his hand:

"This time, many geniuses from the three thousand realms gathered in the secret realm of the Holy Tomb. It is said that several gods will also take this opportunity to enter the world. The competition has never been fiercer. Haotian, you should put self-protection first, don't force it!"

The other three ancestors also nodded:

"That's right, your survival is the hope of the Yang family!"

Only a growing chaotic body can bring the future to the Yang family.

A body that dies in infancy is nothing.

"Haotian, we have decided to grant you permission to enter the treasure house of heaven again and choose any treasure!"

The ancestor handed a Heavenly Order to Yang Haotian.

The ancestors can prefer Yang Zhuxian.

Then they can naturally help the young master!

Red Phoenix ancestral land.

In the palace that is surging with energy, there are divine sources the size of human heads embedded in them.

Streams of violent energy rushed out from the divine source and surged toward the Red Sky pole in the center of the hall.

"Buzz!"

Around Chitianji, there are little golden figures hovering, holding their heads high and showing off like an overlord.

Massive amounts of energy were swallowed and absorbed by these golden villains, emitting layers of radiance.

With a "boom", the palace door suddenly opened.

The golden little people suddenly raised their heads, their eyes bursting with blazing light.

"Boom boom boom!"

The figure at the door of the palace shot away all the attacks in a few clicks.

"Hahaha, is this the way you used to deal with the Chaos Body? No wonder you were almost beaten to death."

Chi Tianji's eyes turned cold:

"What are you doing here? You are not welcome here."

Chi Tianshe's eyes widened, "Is this your attitude when talking to eldest brother?

Chi Tianshe is wearing a golden robe, with blond hair flying in the air, his eyes are shining with hope, his domineering side is revealed, and his fighting spirit is surging:

"It's time for you and me to set off! When I see the Chaos Body, I will personally defeat him and avenge you, brother!"

Taiyin Lake.

In the ancestral cemetery, the cold moonlight shines.

The Taiyin Goddess Sang Ruye stood in front of a tombstone and bowed:

"Your Highness, it's time to set off."

With a "rumbling" sound, the tombstone fell, and a tall figure walked out of the dark passage.

His black hair is shawl, his face is bloodless, his eyes are deeply sunken, and his eyes are deep and blazing, like a hungry beast:

"It's finally started! Is there any response from the Kendo Palace?"

Sang Ruye nodded:

"Lin Qianjue promised to cooperate with us..."

She looked slightly hesitant, "Your Highness, given your strength, aren't you sure you can kill Yang Haotian?"

Ever since I saw the power of the Yang Haotian World Divine Tree.

As a demon clan, Sang Ruye often has nightmares.

She wished that Yang Haotian, who specialized in controlling the demon clan, could die as soon as possible.

The Son of Taiyin died.

There is no one among the younger generation of Taiyin Divine Lake who can rival Yang Haotian.

Just at this time.

The Holy Son of Netherworld, who had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, broke the seal.

His strength made Sang Ruye feel ashamed and inferior.

I just didn't expect that even the Holy Son of Netherworld was not confident enough to kill Yang Haotian.

This made Desang Ruye feel very bad.

The Holy Son of Netherworld saw her thoughts and smiled coldly:

"As far as I know, this Yang Haotian is very cautious and has many trump cards. Even beings like Yang Zhuxian have repeatedly suffered losses in his hands. To deal with such a person, you must kill him with one strike and never give him any chance!

"Cooperating with the Kendo Palace is just a back-up for me. It would be best if we could kill the Chaos Body directly. Even if we can't kill him, he has nowhere to escape in the secret realm of the Holy Tomb!"

The secret realm of the Holy Tomb is a world of its own. Unless the secret realm is completely closed, the entrants will not be able to get out of the secret realm at all.

A cold and cold light flashed in the eyes of Netherworld Saint Son:

"I have found a way to specifically restrain the chaotic body! As long as Yang Haotian enters the secret realm, he will never come out alive!"

Jingyuan Ancient Temple.

In the endless towering ancient forest.

Two figures sat cross-legged on a thick branch side by side.

One of them was pale and breathless.

It was the Nine-leaf Demon Lord who was almost beaten to death by Yang Haotian.

The Seven-leaf Demon Lord was next to him, looking anxious:

"Why haven't you come yet? Isn't he not coming?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of him out of thin air:

"Lao Qi, you don't have much confidence in me, right?"

The young man has a handsome face, elegant temperament, flying hair, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that are slightly squinted, giving people an evil feeling.

The Seven-leaf Demon Lord smiled:

"I thought you weren't coming! Are you ready?"

The handsome young man nodded:

"Don't worry, it's just Yang Haotian. If he dares to go to the Holy Tomb, I, the Tenth Leaf, will defeat him directly in front of all the geniuses!"

The Nine-leaf Demon Lord's eyes lit up and he handed over a jade slip:

"It contains the entire process of my fight with Yang Haotian. I hope it will be helpful to you."

The tenth leaf laughed loudly and did not pick up the jade slip:

"Don't worry, Ninth Brother, if Yang Haotian dares to attack our Jingyuan Ancient Temple, I will never spare him! Just wait for the news of his defeat."

"I'll go too~"

In the ancient forest, there was a lingering sound, and the figure of the tenth leaf had disappeared.

In a village filled with smoke.

Every household lights a fire to cook, and the aroma of food is everywhere.

In the thatched house, a young man wearing animal skin ran out.

An old man chased out from behind:

"You brat! It's time to eat, where are you going?"

The boy in animal skin rushed out of the village without looking back, "There is no meat in the food and it doesn't taste good to me. I'm going to hunt some prey and come back!"

The young man in animal skin rushed into the woods at the head of the village, turned left and right, and came to an open area.

He looked up at the sky, and suddenly a series of strange visions appeared behind him. Each of them was shining with divine light, overlapping and interweaving, emitting amazing energy fluctuations.

"Boom!"

The young man in animal skin stomped his feet, and the whole person soared into the sky.

In the sky above his head, runes suddenly flashed and condensed into the shape of a wellhead.

The young man in animal skin shot directly into the well and disappeared.

Village entrance.

The two old men looked at the place where he disappeared and shook their heads slightly:

"After all, he has grown up. The small Taoyuan Village can't accommodate this kid."

"Haha, it's better to go out for a walk. The holy body has not appeared in the world for many years. I'm afraid that the world has forgotten the charm of the holy body..."

Two days later.

On the way to the northern border of Zhongzhou Daoyu.

"Yang Haotian, why did you choose me to go with you?"

Yang Haotian smiled slightly, "Because you are worthy, is this answer satisfactory?"

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and Nalan Aoxue beside him immediately filled it up.

"Where did you get the quota?"

This is what Yang Qingcang is most curious about.

I thought that the Holy Tomb Secret Realm had nothing to do with him this time.

He was even ready to practice in seclusion.

Unexpectedly, Yang Haotian actually invited him to go with him.

This surprised Yang Qingcang and the people of the Daytime Palace:

Didn't the ancestor give the quota of the Holy Tomb to Yang Zhuxian?

Where did Yang Haotian get the quota?

Until Yang Haotian told him the truth.

Yang Qingcang looked at Yang Haotian with emotion, "When you spared Sheng Youyan's life, I was quite disdainful and thought you were too soft-hearted. I didn't expect that you could get such a benefit in return..."

If Yang Haotian had killed Sheng Youyan directly.

Then I'm afraid that the Qingmu Ancient Country would not have specially given a quota of the Holy Tomb.

Yang Haotian's mercy bought him a rare opportunity.

"Boom..."

The sky in the distance suddenly changed color.

A shocking murderous intent, mixed with the breath of endless disaster, suddenly swept over.

"There are enemies!"

Yang Qingcang was the first to rush out of the Sun God Chariot.