Chapter 204 The Death of Yang Haotian? Yang Zhuxian's Murderous Intention

"The secret realm of the Holy Tomb is indeed dangerous..."

"Everyone, be careful and don't act rashly..."

The geniuses who entered were shocked and cautious.

Just saying.

With a "chila" sound, the space where the few geniuses were suddenly collapsed.

A void space wormhole suddenly appeared.

Several geniuses were immediately swallowed by the wormhole and lost their breath.

"It's too scary. There are dangers every step of the way in the Holy Tomb. There might be a space trap lurking somewhere..."

"Sure enough, the opportunity is not good..."

Some talented people began to regret it.

When they enter here, they are subject to certain restrictions regardless of their cultivation or physical body.

The space intensity in the Holy Tomb is much greater than that outside.

As a result, every step they took was extremely difficult.

For example, outside, they are walking on air and there is no pressure on their bodies.

But in the Holy Sepulchre, they were like walking on quicksand. Not only was there great resistance, but they could also fall into it at any time, causing danger at every step!

However.

Yang Haotian had a different feeling.

He and the space here seemed to be integrated into one, and the whole journey was extremely relaxed, carefree and freehand!

It was as if the Holy Tomb Secret Realm was accepting him wholeheartedly, and he didn't feel any danger or rejection!

"how so?"

Yang Haotian wondered secretly.

Is it because of the chaotic body?

Not only is his chaotic body completely unrestricted in its actions here.

He even has the feeling that he can flexibly shuttle through those ancient ruined formations, ancient battlefields, and space killing formations without restrictions!

even so.

Yang Haotian did not reveal this difference.

Nor did he approach the ruins of space in front of everyone.

Like everyone else, he carefully explored and observed the surroundings, adapting to the environment of the Holy Sepulchre Secret Realm at an astonishing speed.

Sudden.

A burning pain came from Yang Haotian's chest.

"It's those two fragments..."

Yang Haotian took it out and got two palm-sized fragments.

One of the fragments was dedicated to Nalan Aoxue when he followed him.

The other one was obtained from Fang Yan.

The two fragments, for some unknown reason, suddenly became extremely hot and shone slightly red.

Even with Yang Haotian's physical strength, his hands felt hot.

"Damn, that's my piece of opportunity!"

In the turbulence of space in the distance.

A dark shadow was staring gloomily at Yang Haotian.

This dark shadow is none other than Fang Yan.

His eyes were full of sternness, and he wanted to rush forward immediately, kill Yang Haotian, and take revenge.

But he knew that Yang Haotian couldn't be killed yet.

"I can't kill you, but there are traps here that can kill you!"

Fang Yan sneered and took out a fragment.

The material of this fragment is somewhat similar to the two in Yang Haotian's hand.

The difference is that this fragment is imprinted with a black rune.

The runes were like tadpoles, swimming quickly on the debris.

Fang Yan smiled ferociously and input energy into the fragments:

"Yang Haotian! Go to hell!"

Buzz…

The black runes on the fragments suddenly lit up.

On Yang Haotian's side, the two fragments in his hand reacted immediately, and red light flashed out.

"Crack!"

A space divine thunder fell from the sky.

Hitting Yang Haotian brazenly!

The divine thunder dissipated.

Yang Haotian also disappeared.

"The Chaos Body was struck to death by lightning!"

"How is this possible! The Chaos Body is so powerful, how could it be killed by a thunderbolt?"

"It is entirely possible. That thunder contains the terrifying power of space. It is not an ordinary thunder, but a space divine thunder!"

All the geniuses changed their colors one after another.

A piece of news began to spread quickly:

The chaotic body Yang Haotian was struck to death by the space divine thunder as soon as he entered the secret realm of the Holy Tomb, leaving no bones left!

"Yang Haotian is dead? Absolutely impossible."

In a space ruin.

Yang Zhuxian was sitting cross-legged in the air.

Around him, there were several figures with powerful auras, sitting cross-legged in the void.

"Yang Zhuxian, why are you so sure?"

The speaker was Lin Haotian.

His eyes were filled with the silence of the sword, and his whole person was as cold as ice, as if he had stepped out of the polar regions of ice.

Other geniuses, such as Netherworld Saint Son, Ye Xiaoyao and others, also stared at Yang Zhuxian.

They were all gathered here by Yang Zhuxian for the same purpose.

Their purpose is to kill the Chaos Body!

But unexpectedly, before they could take action, news came that Yang Haotian was struck to death by thunder?

"If it were divine thunder with other attributes, Yang Haotian might not be able to escape death. But only space divine thunder can never kill Yang Haotian."

Yang Zhuxian's tone was firm and authentic.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the power of the "World in the Palm" exerted by Yang Haotian was no longer inferior to his.

This means that Yang Haotian masters the laws of space no less than him.

How could someone who understands space energy so well be killed by a space thunder?

This is illogical.

"If this is the case, then we do need to continue to cooperate, but..."

The Holy Son of Netherworld has black hair shawl, a bloodless face, and sunken eyes, staring at Yang Zhuxian like a hawk:

"I, Taiyin Shenhu, and your Yang family are mortal enemies. How can I trust you?"

Yang Zhuxian sneered:

"You don't have to believe me. Everyone is here to kill the Chaos Body. Even without me, when you meet Yang Haotian, you will still kill him, right?"

The Holy Son of Netherworld sneered and wanted to speak.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yang Zhuxian was so domineering that he was too lazy to waste any more words:

"Those who want to cooperate can stay, and those who don't want to cooperate can leave."

Nether Saint Son, Lin Haotian, Ye Xiaoyao and others have no plans to leave.

"Since I want to cooperate, I must always show sincerity."

Yang Zhuxian said, a red light flashed in his palm.

A fragment the size of a palm appeared in his palm:

"This fragment is said to be a fragment of the core center of the Holy Tomb Secret Realm. With it, several secret realms can be activated.

"No matter who killed Yang Haotian, I am willing to give this fragment to you, but the condition is that Yang Haotian's body must belong to me."

Yang Haotian's growth rate is too fast.

This made Yang Zhuxian, who was used to having everything under control, feel like he couldn't handle it.

Yang Haotian became stronger too fast, beyond his understanding.

Yang Zhuxian believed that this person had a shocking secret.

So he must get Yang Haotian's body.

Even if it is, offer this magical fragment of the holy tomb.

"Fragments of the Holy Tomb! There are records in our Taiyin Divine Lake. It is said that if you refine the complete center, you can enter and leave the Holy Tomb at will!"

The Holy Son of Netherworld exclaimed.

Lin Haotian also nodded and said coldly, "That's true. Unfortunately, the control center of the Holy Tomb was broken for some reason. It seemed to be broken into ten pieces?"

Clear records of the secret realm of the Holy Sepulcher are extremely rare.

Even if it is recorded, it will gradually disappear inexplicably, which is very bizarre.

Scattered records about the fragments of the Holy Tomb are said to have been handed down from the upper world.

"There are indeed ten fragments of the Holy Tomb. Apart from mine, four more have appeared in the Three Thousand Dao Realm, but their whereabouts are unknown..."