Invincible Bloodline

Sensing a few powerful auras approaching him at a rapid speed, Yang Fann's body moved and turned into a grain of sand, concealing his tracks.    

It wasn't because he was afraid of those who came. Although those auras were powerful, they were only Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors. They were the most ordinary of them all. If Yang Fann was willing to, he could easily suppress them with a wave of his hand.    

However, he had just entered the Dragon Lair. He didn't want to be too high-profile before figuring out the background of the Dragon Lair.    

Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign wasn't a big deal to all the major powers, but Yang Fann, the Nine Colored Dragon God, had to be wary of him.    

As a peak High Level True God, the Dragon Lair wasn't a simple place. If he wasn't careful, even a Middle Level True God might die in it.    

. . .    

Ten breaths later.    

"Swoosh ~ ~ Swoosh ~"    

The sword light of Three Paths tore through the sky. Yang Fann leapt across the mountain range where Yang Fann was. Although he hadn't practiced any profound concealment techniques, his strength was obvious. Not to mention Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign, even some low level True Gods would find it hard to find him.    

Moreover, these six Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign were in a hurry. They had never carefully investigated the mountain range below, so it was even more impossible for them to find any traces of Yang Fann.    

. . .    

"Look at these men's clothes and their sword intent. They should be the top Sword Sovereigns of the Myriad Sword Sect, one of the four major sects. " Looking in the direction where the sword light from Three Paths had disappeared, Yang Fann murmured to himself. In the Guangling Realm Island, the Myriad Sword Sect was the one who specialized in the Sword Dao.    

This was the holy land in the hearts of the trillions of sword cultivator in the Guangling Realm Island. Countless sword cultivator were proud of being able to join the Myriad Sword Sect.    

Although the ten major powers had agreed to spend a thousand years preparing to enter the Dragon Lair, the date of the last year was still unknown. Some of the major powers had already entered the Dragon Lair ten to fifteen days ago.    

Obviously, the Myriad Sword Sect was one of the major powers that had entered the Dragon Lair first.    

"Look at how anxious they are. They must have found something good. Could it be a divine weapon?"    

Ordinary treasures couldn't make the three Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign so anxious. They had to be at least a First Grade Divine Weapon, or even a intermediate Divine Weapon. In an instant, Yang Fann's heart felt hot. A intermediate Divine Weapon was converted into points. That was ten billion, enough to exchange for thirty to forty Low-level Divine Artifact.    

This transaction was worth it.    

In the next second. . . . . .    

Yang Fann's figure moved and chased after them, hanging far behind the six Sword Dao Heavenly Venerates.    

Under the suppression of the Dragon Lair's rules, everyone's holy awareness was greatly suppressed. For an ordinary Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign, being able to envelop a small world was the limit. However, Yang Fann was only a few small worlds away from them. How could they possibly discover him?    

. . .    

Three days later.    

Three Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors appeared on a desolate land.    

"Rumble. . . "    

Suddenly, a mighty Sword Qi descended from the sky. The lingering aura of the Sword Qi spread out for ninety thousand miles.    

The next moment. . .    

A young man in white clothes walked out from the Sword Qi.    

He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His black hair was casually hanging down his waist, and his aura was extremely sharp. He looked like a Supreme Divine Sword that was about to pierce through the sky. His eyes were flickering with a terrifying sword intent that could destroy the ages and destroy everything.    

"Yun Feng Senior Brother. " Very quickly, the three Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors from the Myriad Sword Sect came forward and bowed, and their eyes revealed a hint of respect.    

They were both Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors. There were different grades. Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign was one of the four Sword Saints of the Myriad Sword Sect, and he was considered one of the top amongst all the Top-Level Heavenly Sovereign warriors. He had the ability to survive True God Sovereign's attack.    

Compared to the three of them, he was much stronger. Even if the three of them joined forces, they still wouldn't be a match for him.    

"Three Junior Brother, you have finally come. " Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign nodded slightly, and then his holy will penetrated through his body. He carefully searched the surrounding small world and found nothing unusual. Only then did he feel relieved.    

"Yun Feng, Senior Brother, is what you said true? Is there really a Dragon God Tomb underneath this wasteland?" A Sword Saint wearing a green robe impatiently asked.    

. . .    

Outside several small worlds.    

"It's actually a Dragon God Tomb?" Yang Fann's eyes lit up. The Dragon God of Dragon Clan was a True God, but the way he addressed him was different.    

Furthermore, the Dragon Clan had always liked to collect treasures. Even the lowest level Dragon God would have more than one divine weapon in his dragon tomb.    

Not only that, Yang Fann also thought of something else. During the period when the Nine Colored Dragon God ruled the Dragon Clan, the number of Dragon Gods that died in the Dragon Clan was not small. Some of them died in the outside world, even their dragon corpses could not be found. Not to mention, most of the Dragon Gods would return to the old headquarters of the Dragon Clan after suffering from injuries that could not be healed, the Nine Colored Dragon Palace.    

He silently spent the last years of his life.    

Now that there was a Dragon God Tomb that was migrated to the Dragon Lair by the Nine Colored Dragon God, there might be a second one. The third one. Even the Great Dragon God's Tomb was a powerful existence comparable to a Middle Level True God. Within the Dragon Tomb, the richness of treasures was far greater than that of an ordinary Dragon God.    

If he could sweep away all of the Dragon God's Tomb, how many divine tools would he obtain?    

Ten, a hundred pieces? Or even more.    

In addition to the other supreme treasures in the Dragon God Tomb, he might even need ten thousand Nine Revolutions Divine Devil Bodys to complete the first revolution of the Nine Revolutions Divine Devil Body.    

. . .    

In the wilderness.    

Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign chuckled and said, "Xihua, Junior Brother, we are from the same sect and have known each other for hundreds of billions of years. You all don't know what kind of person I am, but why would I joke about such a big matter?"    

"Senior Brother, don't be angry. It was my fault. " Sword Venerable Xihua slapped his own forehead. That was true. Yun Feng and Senior Brother might lie to their fellow disciples, but they would never lie to the three of them. After all, the four of them weren't as simple as those who came from the Myriad Sword Sect. They were also disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect's intermediate Sword God - the direct disciple of the Four Symbols Sword God, who had accompanied them for hundreds of billions of years. The relationship between the four of them was not that of blood brothers. However, it was better than blood brothers.    

Otherwise, Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign wouldn't have informed the three of them so easily.    

That was a Dragon God Tomb, and the treasures within it were something that even True God Sovereign would be interested in.    

"Alright, let's get down to business. This Dragon God Tomb isn't a simple place. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the tomb of Extreme Night Dragon God from the Dragon Clan. "Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign said with a serious expression.    

"What? Extreme Night Dragon God? Yun Feng, Senior Brother, you're not mistaken?" Sword Saint Xihua and the other two trembled slightly. Although Extreme Night Dragon God was not the famous Great Dragon God, He was known as the Dragon Clan. The existence closest to the Great Dragon God, and even in terms of talent. . . It was even above many Great Dragon Gods. In the entire Dragon Clan. . . He could be ranked in the top ten. If he had not died midway. . . It would definitely be able to break through to the Great Dragon God Realm. It was hard to say what the future would be like. There was still a trace of a chance to peek into the secrets of the High Level True God.    

The three Junior Brother, I am definitely not mistaken. "Cloud Wind Sword Sovereign said with certainty," Three Junior Brother, could it be that you have forgotten who injured Extreme Night Dragon God? "    

Upon hearing this, Xihua and the other two's eyes lit up. They finally realized that the one who severely injured Extreme Night Dragon God was their Master, the Four Symbols Sword God.    

Because of this, the Dragon Clan had started a full-scale war with the Myriad Sword Sect. Even the Nine-Colored Dragon God and Supreme Sect Head had joined the war. The war had lasted for millions of years. Mountains and rivers had been shattered, and the sun and moon had lost their splendor.    

During this period of time, countless experts had fallen from the two major powers.    

Even several low-level True Gods had fallen.    

Yun Feng, Senior Brother, would recognize the other dragon tombs, but it was impossible for him to recognize Extreme Night Dragon God's dragon tomb.    

In the next moment. . .    

Sword Saint Xihua's eyes lit up with greed. Extreme Night Dragon God was the closest to the Middle Level True God, and his social status was extremely high. Even if he wasn't as good as the Middle Level True God, he wouldn't be much worse. Perhaps, there was even a intermediate Divine Weapon in his dragon tomb.    

If they were to plunder everything, the four of them would be rich.    

Even if they didn't get anything in the future, this trip wouldn't be in vain.    

"Yun Feng, Senior Brother, let's go, let's go. "    

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