Chapter 154: I can't help it

The seven gourds are swaying with the wind, colorful, filled with various colors, and when Zhang Yang gathers his eyes with the nine-pole true essence, he can find the hazy holy aura on the surface of the seven gourds.
He has a certain understanding of everything about the saint.
In itself, he has the profound meaning of the Holy Dao given by the Saints of the Qingshan Mountains, as well as the comprehension in front of the corpse of the hundred-meter giant, and the cognitive ability in this respect.
He suspects that these seven gourds are holy treasures.
As for the gourd vine, the seven-color treasure soil is an extraordinary treasure.
"It was not taken away by the two cities, it seems to be a situation similar to the Death Saint Road."
He is still tempted.
Now he has realized the real treasure of Da Ri Feng Ruins.
The top is the two cities unable to take away.
What can be taken but not taken is the worst.
So what the two cities took is not the best.
He stretched out his hand to grab the Seven-Colored Treasure Land, and as soon as his hand explored it, a tragic, domineering, and fierce holy intent was aroused. This piece of Seven-Colored Treasure Land seemed to turn into a forbidden place for death, like a terrifying beast lurking in it. , Looked at Zhang Yang ferociously, waiting for him to walk into the entrance.
"Different from Death Saint Road."
Zhang Yang immediately made a judgment.
"Death Saint's Road is to leave the inheritance. In fact, it is to torture the heart of martial arts to see if it is eligible for the inheritance. After all, the extremely powerful Sage Saint cannot give it to anyone casually."
"There is murderous intent here, and it is related to the saint."
"If you step into it, it will be a real disaster."
Of course, he also discovered that while grabbing the Seven Colors Treasure Land, although it inspires brutal dominance and contains a murderous holy intent, it also makes his calm bloodline stimulated again.
Can blood help him ignore this murderous opportunity?
He intends to try.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Seven Colored Treasure Land. When the tip of his finger was about to touch, he frowned and looked back.
I saw a figure rushing in the distance, it was a ghost wind!
Zhang Yang couldn't help being funny, this guy was really good, and he actually found himself first.
The ghost wind people as their name suggests, like a black gale, sweeping across the earth with amazing speed, coming suddenly, bringing the gale to dance.
"We still have fate." Guifeng said with a smile, and glanced at Seven Colored Gourd again, his breathing was short, "Do you want Seven Colored Gourd?"
Zhang Yang nodded.
Guifeng said: "I can provide you with some knowledge, so that you can fix the seven-color gourd first, and then we will divide life and death."
How could Zhang Yang fail to understand what he meant, this is something that the ghost wind can't handle, but he is infinitely eager to have it, so he wants Zhang Yang to get it, and then kill people and win treasures.
"Okay, talk about it."
Zhang Yang also wanted to have a deeper understanding, which is useful for getting the Seven Gourds.
Guifeng said: "Using our Guishentai exploration, it has been confirmed several times that this place should be a corner of the key battlefield of the Battle of All Saints that year. At least fifteen saints were beheaded here by our Guishentai saints and buried underground. They The blood, their holy way, their holy intent, their holy treasures, and even their respective saints are in the most intense blooming period, but they have reached a certain balance in a wonderful way, but nourish a seven-treasure gourd Seeds, after thousands of years, germinate, take root, and grow."
"So, once this Qibao Gourd is fully mature, it will be a great opportunity beyond imagination."
Guifeng stared fiercely with his eyes, and said: "Seven-color treasure soil will be the holy soil! Gourd vine will be the holy vine! Qibao gourd will be the sacred treasure! It may even give birth to seven powerful and incomparable sacred path inheritance!"
"I have even heard the saints in the Guishentai mentioned that the gourd vine is the key. If I master the Guishentai, wisdom can even be born and become a sage vine!"
The first time I heard of Zhang Yang, his heart was hot.
Saint Vine?
He thought of the little tree king in the wild forest for the first time, isn't it similar?
The key is that at least fifteen saints are buried here. If it becomes a saint vine, can the fifteen saints be inherited? Even if it is fragmentary and incomplete, it can bring earth-shattering transformation and sublimation to the people in the vast forest.
This is called the Holy Land.
"I want it!" He made no secret of his heart.
Guifeng smiled and said: "Okay, I can swear that I will never do anything until you get it."
To reassure Zhang Yang, he really made a martial arts oath on the spot.
Zhang Yang sneered, this guy is really confident, believing that he is definitely not an opponent, and what he gets is equal to his ghostly income.
He didn't break it either, because he was really moved.
Immediately try to grasp the seven-color treasure soil again.
For this kind of place that really carries the saint's murderous intent, there is not much to do, the only hope is to bring him the blood that despises the saint.
He has only stimulated the blood, and he wants to stimulate it now.
Grab a handful of Seven Colored Treasures.
This peaceful land of seven-color treasures suddenly dazzled with light, like a terrifying beast revived, that terrifying brutal domineering holy intent was full of murderous intent, assaulting him like a fire.
At the same time, his calm bloodline seemed to be stimulated again.
He was faintly certain that the bloodline was stimulated by the Holy Will, and it was not particularly strong.
He reached out to grab it again.
The holy intent of the Seven-Color Treasure Land has become more and more overbearing. If it was just like a vision, it has now come true directly, with wind and fire, and even the appearance of swords and swords.
The ghost wind behind him retreated for the first time in fright.
He once witnessed the terrible scene of being destroyed just by approaching the Seven Colors Treasure Land.
His heart was agitated, looking forward to Zhang Yang's success, even more eager than Zhang Yang, and cheering on Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang also wanted to retire, but his instincts couldn't move.
He is very confident of his five senses and six senses, and has been verified countless times along the way.
So he gritted his teeth and insisted.
When the wind, the fire, the sword qi, and the sword light raged, the blood veins in his body seemed to be strongly stimulated, from a peaceful stream to a turbulent long river, and finally turned into a huge giant. The raging sea of ​​waves.
Buzz!
The bloodline riot, if there is invisible power, the wind and fire that made the raging holy meaning manifest in an instant, the sword energy and the sword light melted, turning into a faint wind blowing on his face, but it made him feel a little relieved.
"Really feasible?"
"That's the way the Death Sage is."
"The same is true of the seven-color gourd land."
"Is it possible that I was able to enter the Darifeng Ruins ahead of time, is it related to my blood?"
This time, Zhang Yang had some doubts, but it was just a thought that came up. Then he stood up and turned to look at Ghost Wind.
Guifeng smiled and said: "You continue, I will definitely not make a move."
Zhang Yang twisted his neck and made a crisp sound, his breath was violent, his eyes glowed, and his fighting spirit burned wildly.
"The blood is boiling, and the fighting spirit is the most crazy."
"I can't help but want to fight."
As early as the Death Saint Road, it was just like that, just being transferred away.
It's not here anymore.
He could no longer suppress it, nor did he want to suppress his inner fighting spirit.
He wants to fight!
Fight with the fifth-level genius of the ascending heaven realm.
He clenched fists with both hands and screamed: "War!"
He threw away the seven-colored precious soil in his hand, like a tiger descending the mountain, and rushing straight into the ghost wind.