Yang Ling was followed by Yukiko Oda, who was almost inseparable, and there was a person who was five meters tall and shrouded in a black cloak, his aura was very powerful, and it seemed that the realm was not under the Demon Immortal.

"Yang Daoyou is here!" a group of people hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Why is this friend's breath so familiar?" Junyoko asked suspiciously, looking at the man wrapped in the black cloak.

"Gaga, the lord of the Yufu Palace is really a noble person who forgets things, three billion years ago, you once cut off one of the arms of this god, have you forgotten?"

"Death Kolatu!" Junyoko suddenly realized, while Qi Yuanzi and the others retreated in shock.

"Quack, yes, it's the god!" said Korathu, who lifted his cloak, revealing a head covered in arcane patterns.

"How did you come with Yang Daoyou? Could it be that you have already occupied the Xuan Realm?" asked Chun Yangzi in surprise.

Because in the past ten years, everyone who has entered this barren land has never gone out, only knowing that the Xuan Realm has decayed to the point that it cannot be repaired, and it may completely collapse at any time, without the support of the powerhouses of the Xuan Realm, the Xuan Realm will not be able to stop the attack of the underworld no matter what.

As for the matter of the Hades occupying the Xuan Realm, no one wants to care, and it is almost gone anyway.

And the life and death of ordinary creatures, naturally they can't be saved if they want to, because they are still difficult to protect.

"Gaga, the master of Yufu Palace thinks too much, I am just a slave of my master now. As Kolato spoke, he bowed respectfully to Yang Ling.

Junyoko and the others all looked sluggish, and their mouths were open enough to stuff a big duck egg.

"Okay, let's talk about this later, now that the two worlds of Xuan and Netherworld have collapsed on a large scale, you should think more about the current coffin!" Yang Ling walked to the side of the coffin and observed it carefully.

"Yang Daoyou, do you know what kind of character is inside?"

Seeing that Yang Ling had already observed for a while and asked, Luan Qingqing walked up to Yang Ling and asked.

Yang Ling thought for a moment and said, "If I'm not mistaken, this coffin should be placed here by Longxi Shengjun, as for the people inside...... Maybe it's the Xuanwu Saint Monarch!"

"Didn't the Xuanwu Saint Monarch be killed by the Wuji Saint Venerable?" said Demon Wuxian couldn't help but say.

"How could a generation of Saint Monarchs die so easily!" Jun Yangzi retorted, "Legend has it that a saint is immortal and immortal, even if he only leaves a trace of the primordial god, he can reunite the divine soul and be reborn, and the Longxi Saint Monarch is so high, how can he bury an ordinary person with his own hands?"

"Yes, the material of this coffin is exactly the same as the avenue outside, it is seamless, and the person lying inside is definitely a super strong, otherwise it is not worth it for Longxi Shengjun to do this!"

"Yukiko, you can try!" Yang Ling said to Yukiko Oda.

"Yes, master!" Yukiko Oda slowly walked to the front of the coffin, revealing an extremely solemn look on her beautiful little face, releasing a powerful aura to envelop the coffin, and at the same time, a Xuanwu phantom behind her slowly condensed.

After the first battle of the Holy Ruins, she finally gave up the Xuanwu remnant armor without regret in exchange for Yang Ling's ancient holy beast spirit, and this remnant armor fell into the hands of Oda Yukiko, and in the compass space for nearly 20,000 years, Oda Yukiko finally relied on the residual consciousness left to her by the previous Xuanwu Holy Monarch, and finally completely refined this Xuanwu remnant armor.

Now Oda Yukiko's strength is not even known to Yang Ling, at least in terms of defense, it is estimated that even a true saint will not be able to break through.

"Roar~"

The Xuanwu Illusory Shadow that had just condensed suddenly let out a roar, and streams of colorful runes evaporated from the Xuanwu Illusory Shadow like flames.

"Boom~" Under the terrifying impact of the rune flames, the entire underground palace suddenly exploded, completely exploded into nothingness in the brilliant glow, and the coffin also began to burn in the flames, and the brilliance was churning in the snow-white cloud patterns, and the runes began to hook up and glow.

"Click~"

The dense sound continued to sound as the runes lit up, and the huge coffin began to roll out layer by layer like a cloud, and in an instant, the entire palace ruins were submerged.

"Who woke me up!" Suddenly, a deep, low voice came from the tumbling clouds and flames, and at the same time, a breath that made everyone completely irresistible fell from the sky, and the whole desolate land sank.

Everyone could only release all their strength to resist this pressure, but one by one they couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies and turned pale, their souls were showing signs of collapse under the strong pressure, and the dojo in the sea of gods began to collapse everywhere.

The two gates in the depths of Yang Ling's eyes were magnificent, and he released his strength to resist this terrifying momentum with all his might, but the dojo was still cracking.

The statue of the Yuan Shen sitting quietly on the Xuanjing chair suddenly stood up, and an equally terrifying aura emanated from Yang Ling's body, and pieces of dragon scales emerged from Yang Ling's body, and then quickly turned into a pair of bronze armor.

"Roar~" A green dragon spiraled out of the armor, instantly turning into a nearly thousand kilometers long and roaring at the tumbling clouds.

"Long Xi, why are you in my dojo!" As a low and surprised voice sounded, the terrifying coercion instantly retreated like a tide.

"Huh~" In addition to Yang Ling and Oda Yukiko, Junyoko, Demon Wuxian and others, including the god of death Kolatu, all sat on the ground with pale faces.

This is not a level of confrontation at all, and under the pressure of this terrifying force, everyone feels as small as a small ant.

In the cloud pattern and the glow, the shadow of a young general in armor slowly emerged, and the law was connected to heaven and earth as if a god was looking down on everyone.

"Xuanwu Holy Monarch?!" Demon Wuxian's frightened cheeks distorted, the shadow of this young general was exactly the same as what he saw in the Xuanwu remnant armor.

"Long Xi, did you wake me up?" Xuanwu Saint Monarch's gaze stayed on Yang Ling, and his voice exploded like thunder in Yang Ling's divine sea.

"I'm not Longxi Shengjun, I'm just his inheritor, it should be that you were buried here by Longxi Shengjun after you died, and it was she who woke you up!" Yang Ling pointed at Oda Yukiko and said.

"Hmm, yes, she does have the inheritance of the residual consciousness I left behind, you wake me up, could it be that the door of fate has been opened?"

Yang Ling shook his head, "Not yet!"

"Hmm!" Xuanwu Saint Jun touched his chin and was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand a little above the sky, accompanied by a pitch-black ripple, and then saw a brilliant glow coming to his face.

In a small courtyard full of flowers and trees, a young man sitting on a stone chair and wearing a gray robe suddenly raised his head, and said with a surprised smile on his face: "Xuanwu, you have finally woken up!"

"Long Xi, you buried me in my dojo and arranged for a successor to wake me up, is there any arrangement for the Holy Venerable?" asked the Xuanwu Holy Monarch as he looked up at the gray-robed young man in the glow.

"You come to me, there are some things that can only be said in person!" said Long Xi Shengjun with a hint of solemnity on his face.

"Good!" Xuanwu Saint Monarch nodded, then pointed his finger, and a cloud of colorful glow fell into the center of Oda Yukiko's eyebrows, "I will send you the true inheritance!"

After finishing speaking, the Xuanwu Saint Monarch stepped into the glow of the sun, and in an instant, it landed in the small courtyard inside, and the glow disappeared immediately, and the black ripples slowly calmed down.

Yang Ling: ......

The special one left without saying hello, is Lao Tzu so non-existent?

Yang Ling's stomach was entangled.

But Demon Wuxian and Chunyangzi and the others let out a long breath, although it was indeed an eye-opener to be able to see a living Saint Monarch, but the pressure caused by the too big difference in the realm was not ordinarily large, the Xuanwu Saint Monarch only needed to blow a breath, and these people would turn into ashes in an instant.

If you don't become holy, you are scum in the eyes of the saints, and you can't count as scum in the eyes of the saints.

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