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Tomb of the Dragon God of the Polar Night, in front of the main burial chamber.

Yang Fan's eyes were full of scorching light, and the four sub-tombs allowed him to harvest treasures worth hundreds of billions of points, and this most important main tomb was even more unlikely to disappoint him.

Next Second.......

"Boom~~~"

Yang Fan's body moved, directly tearing the space.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

In all directions, countless black mangs were like a raging storm, attacking Yang Fan.

Compared to the four major sub-tombs, the attack of this main tomb chamber was not only ten times more violent, each black mang, the power was no less than that of a second-order low-level true god who controlled the power of thirty small worlds, and the full blow was enough to severely damage a first-order low-level true god, under such a storm-like attack, even a powerful fourth-order low-level true god like the Hades True God, if he did not exit the tomb in time, he would be in danger of falling.

In order to protect his body, the Polar Night Dragon God really put a lot of effort into it.

It's just that he would never have thought that there would be such a monster as Yang Fan among the people in the future.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Endless purple qi erupted from the pore cells of Yang Fan's body, and a terrifying demon god phantom appeared behind Yang Fan, and the breath reigned over the world, invincible.

The Hongmeng Immortal Body was suddenly urged to the extreme by Yang Fan, and the defense of the flesh shell was directly ten times, and the crazy skyrocketed a hundred times.

"Sneer~~~Sne~~~Sneer~~~"

Almost at the same time, the terrifying black mangs bombarded Yang Fan's body.

It's just that the black mang that can severely damage the first-order true god, at this moment, it seems to have turned into a drizzle, dripping down, and the power plummets, not to mention hurting Yang Fan, even leaving a trace on Yang Fan's flesh shell, it is impossible.

The strength of the flesh shell has skyrocketed more than ten times, and Yang Fan's defense has also made a lot of progress, if Yang Fan used the Hongmeng Immortal Body before, the defense is only comparable to the worst intermediate artifact, and now it is among the many inferior intermediate artifacts, which can be called superior.

Although that black mang was powerful, it was still far from destroying a mid-level artifact.

Unless these black mang's attacks can reach the first-order intermediate true god level.

However, if the Polar Night Dragon God really had that means, he would not have been severely injured by the Four Elephant Sword God and died back then, but in turn he would have killed the Four Elephant Sword God.

.......

Ten breaths later.

The darkness in the sky finally dissipated completely.

Everything in the main burial chamber is revealed, which is a large space that does not accumulate a million miles in square on the one hand.

A black dragon like a mountain lay dormant on the ground, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, its eyes closed, as if it was falling into a deep sleep.

A terrifying primeval and barbaric aura continued to radiate from the black dragon's body, and the entire space was shrouded in a terrifying dragon might.

Some top-level Heavenly Venerables, I'm afraid that as soon as they enter here, they will be crushed to the ground by that terrifying dragon power, and they won't be able to move.

In addition, in the high sky of this space, there are also three dazzling light clusters floating, like three small suns, hanging above the nine heavens.

There is a thing hidden in it, a halberd, a armor, and a seal.

This should be the three most important treasures in the hands of the Polar Night Dragon God, and it is even likely to be his natal artifact.

Without a trace of hesitation, Yang Fan's right arm moved, picked the stars and the moon, and directly grabbed the three light clusters in his hands.

"Boom~~~"

The terrifying spiritual power comparable to that of an intermediate true god swept out at once, and in an instant, it broke through all kinds of prohibitions on the light group, and poured ~ into that halberd, armor, and seal.

Soon, the information of the halberd, armor and seal appeared in Yang Fan's sea of knowledge.

Sure enough, as he imagined, these three treasures were the natal artifacts of the Polar Night Dragon God.

The first name is the Night God Armor, which is a top-grade low-level artifact, and the seal is the Zhentian Seal, which is a suppression artifact, and it is also a top-grade low-level artifact, as for the last Dark King Halberd, it is an intermediate artifact, or a medium-grade intermediate artifact.

These three treasures alone are not worth less than 50 billion points.

The value of the defense artifact is much higher than that of the attack artifact, the best low-grade defense artifact, almost the top of the low-grade intermediate artifact, there is no 10 billion points, it is worth 8 billion points, even if it is the lowest value Zhentian Seal, it is at least worth 5 billion points.

And not to mention the Dark King Halberd, without 30 billion points, it is not easy to open this mouth.

.......

After collecting the two treasures, Yang Fan did not leave the main tomb immediately, but fixed his eyes on the Polar Night Dragon God.

As the top fourth-order low-level true god, this Polar Night Dragon God can be said to be a treasure, dragon scales, dragon bones, dragon tendons, all of which are the best materials for refining artifacts, as well as dragon blood and dragon meat, even if under the erosion of the power of time, a lot of vitality is consumed, it is also the best tonic.

If Yang Fan was able to devour and refine the dragon body of this Polar Night Dragon God, its effect would be no less than devouring a third-order low-level true god.

Compared with the three great treasures of the Night Divine Armor, the Zhentian Seal, and the Dark King Halberd, this Polar Night Dragon Divine Dragon Body is Yang Fan's biggest gain.

"Boom ......."

It's better to act than to move, Yang Fan waved his big hand, and a big hand covering the sky grabbed the body of the Polar Night Dragon Divine Dragon.

What is blasphemy or not, Yang Fan is not that pedantic person.

The people who died in his hands didn't know how many worlds there were, and they were afraid of blaspheming a dead dragon.

Except for the descendants of the dragon clan, it is impossible for any of the rest of them to let go of the dragon corpse of the Polar Night Dragon God when they enter this main tomb.

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~~Buzz~~~"

Dao Dao dragon qi burst out from the body of the Polar Night Dragon Divine Dragon, resisting to the death.

However, he was just powerless to struggle, and even when he was alive, he was not Yang Fan's opponent, not to mention that he had a dragon body instinctively protecting his body.

.......

Not a breath.

"Poof.......

The body of the Polar Night Dragon Divine Dragon was captured by Yang Fan in his hands.

This time, I really earned it, and all kinds of benefits added up to more than 200 billion points.

.......

After a cup of tea time.

Yang Fan walked out of the underground space.

Randomly finding a direction, Yang Fan took off into the air.

Anyway, there is no map of this dragon's lair, so feel free to go, what you can gain depends on your luck.

.......

Time is fast, it is a hundred years past.

I have to say that the area of this dragon's lair is not small, although within the dragon's lair, whether it is gravity or space barriers, it is ten million times that of the ten thousand worlds, which makes the speed of the people inside plummet by more than ten thousand times, but even so, the speed of Yang Fan's full flight is still more than that of many high-level Tianzun in the outside world.

But a hundred years later, he still hasn't set foot in the entire dragon's lair.

Even Yang Fan had a feeling that he was afraid that even half of the dragon's lair had not been investigated.

The space of the dragon's lair is vast, even if it is not as good as Shangzhou on the Guangling Boundary Island, I am afraid it is comparable to more than ten or twenty boundary rivers.

You must know that in the outer realm, a Seventh-Eightfold Heaven High-level Heavenly Venerable, if it does not tear up the spatial teleportation, just by flying, a hundred years is enough to pass through several boundary rivers.

In the past hundred years, Yang Fan has also found several dragon god tombs, but they are all just ordinary dragon god tombs, and there is no comparison with the Polar Night Dragon God Tomb at all, the best dragon god tomb, the harvest is less than 100 billion points, and the worst one, the treasures in it are worth tens of billions of points, compared to some top Tianzun collections, it is not much stronger.

Of course, Yang Fan also did not let go of the many treasures encountered along the road, and in this dragon's lair, there are not only treasures in the tombs of the major dragon gods.

In the past hundred years, Yang Fan's worth has more than doubled, steadily exceeding 500 billion points, and his goal of 1,000 low-grade low-grade artifacts at the beginning has become a reality unconsciously.

During this period, Yang Fan met several people from other big forces.

For a junior like Yang Fan, who has no hair, where will these top Tianzun be in their eyes, be merciful, that is, let Yang Fan hand over all his belongings, and be ruthless, that is, without saying a word, just do it directly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan was simply a fierce beast in sheep's clothing.

A group of top Heavenly Venerables, that one was not left, and was slaughtered by Yang Fan.

Even if one of them is a Heavenly Venerable of the Great Xia Imperial Family, it is the same.

Yang Fan has no taboos, what about the Great Xia royal family, dare to fight his own ideas, Yang Fan doesn't care what his origin is.

Of course, among those top-level Heavenly Venerables in Cangyue Palace, Yang Fan also encountered a few.

For Yang Fan, a junior who is not even a Tianzun, has not died after so long, all Tianzun are shocked by Yang Fan's luck.

You must know that in this dragon's lair, there are not only the top Heavenly Venerables of other forces, but also a large number of dragonborns, and these dragonborns are almost killing outsiders when they meet.

And the strength of these dragon descendants is not low, they generally have the cultivation of saint kings, and there are not a few Tianzun, and some are even comparable to these top Tianzun.

Even if some middle and low-level Heavenly Venerables enter this dragon's lair, I am afraid it will be difficult for them to survive safely for a year.

This Yang Fan was able to get the Dragon God Order, and he really had a bit of luck.

However, these Cangyue Palace Tianzun, that is, sigh with emotion, but no one is willing to bring Yang Fan's "drag oil bottle". ”

I have some self-protection, how can I have the energy to be distracted to take care of such a "drag oil bottle". ”

Entering this dragon's lair, he insisted on it, and if he died here, he was also to blame, and he couldn't blame others.

Yang Fan didn't say anything about this, these top Heavenly Venerables didn't want to take him, and he didn't look down on them.

If you really want to be together, you can't say that you have to share some of his profits, after all, they are the same family, and Yang Fan will not be able to eat alone at that time.

To each his own, it is better to go his own way.

.......

In a large mountain range that stretches for millions of miles.

"Bang~~~"

With a casual blow, Yang Fan smashed a high-level Heavenly Venerable Realm dragon beast into powder, and then picked the demigod medicine guarded by the dragon beast.

.......

"Huh?" Suddenly, Yang Fan frowned slightly, "I didn't expect to meet acquaintances here, it seems that it is really fate." If you dare to fight your own ideas, it will be a death. ”

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: There are still six flowers left, and there are enough flowers for 300 flowers.