Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 422 Saint Yang Yi

"You guys just wait in the hall for now. Let's go and collect the red-haired monster and all his minions. There is also Yang Yi, the saint in front of the Yao Pond. I plan to collect her too."

"Ouch..."

The caves in all directions were filled with ferocious ghosts, one after another, gathering here from the caves.

Every body is as dry as firewood, just like the ancient holy body corpses I have seen before, skinny and bones.

There are dragon heads, phoenix wings, crocodile bodies, gods, bull heads and horse faces, all kinds of strange creatures, as if they were rubbed together, as if they were not fully evolved, and they seemed to be a group of hybrids.

All of them bared their teeth and claws, and let out shrill screams.

These creatures were very strange. Yang Xingchen was surprised to find that each of these great saint corpses was unique and represented the glory of the past clan.

It is their supreme honor to be selected by the Immortal Emperor to become his subordinates, or in other words, they have become the Immortal Emperor's slaves.

When Yang Xingchen retreated here, he gathered at least 800 ghouls transformed from the corpse of the great saint along the way. At that time, he had not paid attention to this problem.

Now he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were at least 20,000 corpses in these densely packed corpses.

Each one is a different race of creatures, which is really great.

For those who have a ruthless heritage, this is simply heaven, with fat meat in their mouths.

Yang Xingchen looked happy, holding a black gourd, and ripples like a galaxy spread out, along with countless chaotic energy, like an octopus, wildly devouring these corpses.

One after another, the ancient god generals have dry bodies and hair like withered grass. Some are shrouded in gods, and some have the sun and moon on their heads. All of them have extraordinary appearances.

It can be seen that they were extremely powerful when they were alive. If they were really resurrected, they could really turn Beidou upside down.

However, as the former ancient ancestor kings, they are now dead, so their origins have become cheaper for Yang Xingchen.

Yang Xingchen soon noticed that after extracting the origin, the fleshy bodies of these creatures were simply divine materials, and there were still divine patterns flowing around them.

These are all manifestations of the peak of the Great Sage. Countless Dao patterns are engraved into the bones and flesh. The flesh is already comparable to the material that can be used to refine holy weapons.

Yang Xingchen immediately extracted their origins, removed the dead energy and corpse poison from the corpses, and then refined them into shining weapon materials.

It is planned to let the White Jade King and the female Great Sage refine a batch of saint-level holy weapons.

According to Yang Xingchen's estimation, after removing the damaged ones, at least eighteen holy weapons can be refined.

Yang Xingchen felt that he was going to become rich suddenly. This was simply a crushing sudden wealth.

I thought that the biggest gain was the Divine Phoenix Elixir, but now I discovered that these countless sources and the corpses were the biggest gain this time.

The group of fierce ghosts were roaring, no matter it was the night hanging in the sky, the scorching sun in the sky, the stars swirling around the body, or the bloody sun and moon, anyway, these ghosts were all swallowed up and refined by the black gourd.

A cold laugh came, accompanied by overwhelming resentment.

A tall figure appeared, causing the surrounding temperature to drop extremely.

Those withered corpses automatically gave way.

This man was gloomy and strange. His whole body was covered with terrifying red hairs, which were a foot long. Even his face was covered with red hairs. His eyes were scarlet and sinister.

A vicious and ferocious feeling emanated, as if it was the same as the Holy Spirit, wanting to kill all the people.

A red-haired whirlwind blew, mixed with whining sounds, and the surroundings were dark.

Unfortunately, everything is in vain in front of the black gourd.

Pieces of red whirlwinds were shattered, and the red hair turned into fly ash.

One after another, the corpses were all swallowed up by the black gourd, their origins extracted, and then refined into materials for refining holy weapons. The red-haired monster was also forcibly suppressed and put into the black gourd.

Then Yang Xingchen quickly found the saint Yang Yi. She had been moved away from her place and had been collected by the red-haired monster. Yang Xingchen quickly found her and put her into the black gourd.

Yang Xingchen and his party came to the stone platform next to the Wushi Sutra, took out the incomplete jade pendant, and placed it in the trench.

A bright light flashed, covering the entire stone platform, tearing apart the void, and then left Zishan.

Yang Xingchen said goodbye to Fatty Duan and the old blind man, and then returned to Taixuan Sect again.

As for Ye Fan, he took Li Tian and Yan Yixi out to find those relatives and friends.

For example, Li Heishui, Pang Bo, Dongfang Ye and others.

Ye Fan is a person who can't rest, and he is also a person who doesn't want to be restrained. Yang Xingchen once asked him if he was willing to return to Taixuan Sect, and the answer was no.

Since Ye Fan is unwilling to return to Taixuanmen and yearns for a free life, let him go.

Yang Xingchen came to a wilderness and took out the divine source block wrapped in Yang Yi.

Yang Yi is a beautiful woman, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, flawless and clean from dust.

This piece of divine source is two and a half meters high, shimmering and shining, sealing Yang Yi.

At this time, her eyes were closed tightly, motionless, just like Sleeping Beauty, very peaceful.

A pair of jade hands, the fingers are as clear as green onions. . .

This divine source is like a star, dotted with stars, emitting colorful mist, and the surrounding becomes hazy.

There was a crack in this huge block of God's Source. It was obvious that Zhang Lin only found a little bit of God's Source Liquid. After sealing Yang Yi inside, he used the remaining little God's Source Liquid to mix the residue of God's Source to close the cracks. .

Yang Xingchen felt that he seemed to have lost his life, just like a corpse.

But she is lifelike and very beautiful. She has the appearance of a flower shy of the moon, and she is worthy of being called the Saint of Yaochi.

Yang Xingchen sensed carefully that there was still a weak vitality in her body, but it was hidden very deeply, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. If he hadn't been powerful and mentally powerful, he wouldn't have sensed this.

Yang Xingchen began to use his secret technique and quietly called Yang Yi.

"Senior, is this Yaochi Saint Yang Yi? Wake up quickly!..."

Yang Xingchen relied on his powerful secret technique to call repeatedly. After calling more than ten times, he immediately responded.

I saw that the sealed block of divine source suddenly began to burn, and the divine source began to melt like ice and snow.

Saint Yang Yi was unscathed in the flames, exuding a terrifying wave, like a stormy sea.

That was the aura of Saint Yang Yi who was beginning to awaken.

Rumble.

The world shook violently, roaring like a vast ocean, and it felt like the world was about to collapse.

Saint Yang Yi opened her eyes with a swishing sound, and the dazzling divine light captured the heart and soul.

Just like two bolts of lightning, they turned into two sharp swords and rushed into the sky.

Her terrifying eyes were as bright as the sun, burning from their sockets.

(End of this chapter)