Chapter 153: Originally unworthy

As far as Zhang Yang is concerned, these people who are already looting the treasures of Da Rifeng Market are the treasures of the move.
However, he also greatly stimulated these people.
"You want to kill me for treasure? Haha, you still think about it. After I tell the people outside the truth of Darifeng Ruins, how will the people of the entire southern Xinjiang land treat you."
"Even if you are the Great Xia Empire, what if you are a ghost and platform."
"The 100,000 people who die directly or indirectly in your hands each year are not just from some small forces. There are the Golden Ding Holy Land, the Purple Sun Holy Land, the Five Elements Liu Family, the Lan Yue Tower, the Huo Yue Tower, and the Demon Sword Forbidden Land. , There is a forbidden place for burial of dragons, and a place for cursing Langya. If they join forces, even if your Great Xia Empire is united with Ghosts and Gods, you will never be able to hold it."
"Guess how much the saints behind you will have to pay to calm down? And will you be put to death if you are incompetent?"
The greedy Luan Youer, Guifeng, Guihu, etc. were startled, and suddenly became sober, their faces were solemn and murderous intent.
Luan Youer muttered to herself: "The dead, the safest."
Guifeng and Guihu nodded.
They cooperated tacitly.
Zhang Yang's heart was agitated, and he became more excited, and laughed: "Are you ready, wait for me to abuse you."
He is very wary.
He stretched out his hand to grab the hanging jade bottle holy treasure.
This is the holy bottle.
Holy light was gushing inside.
When the finger touches it, the trance-like figure in the inner part utters the sound of the holy way, which is inheritance.
Obviously, to board the Road of the Death Saint is to get the approval of this saint.
In an instant, Zhang Yang heard from the sound of the holy way, as the ghost said, this is really the inheritance of the saint Fuyao.
If you ask Zhang Yang in the wild forest, who is the saint of Fuyao, he must be dumbfounded and has never heard of it.
Now, he knows.
The saint of Fuyao was one of the strongest saints who qualified to aspire to the throne of the first saint in the vast world thousands of years ago.
At that time, the first sage was not played by the sage, but it is hidden that everyone thinks that the king Taiyi of the ghosts and gods of the southern border is qualified, and the sage of Fuyao has had a day and night battle with the king Taiyi. It is because it is strong and has long been recognized.
As for the current world's first living beings, they were still in the growth stage. They had not reached the highest level of the saints, and they were not even qualified to compete. It was after the war of the saints that the saints fell like rain and only then did he rise.
It can be seen that if this inheritance is obtained, the inheritor can completely complete the super transformation, and it will lay the foundation for invincibility.
but!
Zhang Yang didn't like it.
This is an instinct that comes from boiling blood.
If it weren’t for the inspired bloodline, which originated from the depths of the bloodline, the contempt of the saint in the depths of the soul, and even faintly made him feel contempt for immortals, he would really take the initiative to accept the inheritance, but now he has rejection in his heart. , The bloodline is repulsive, giving birth to the illusion of being contaminated. Just as Chizhen said to him at the beginning, the blood of a saint might stain his bloodline.
"It turns out that the inheritance of Saint Fuyao is not worthy of me."
He muttered to himself, grasping the power of the hand of the holy bottle, pressed the gushing holy light back, and then let the saint's inheritance stop and keep it.
The heroic and heroic figure of senior sister Xue Feishuang appeared in his mind, and he decided to give it to Xue Feishuang.
He put the holy bottle in the storage bag, and this move immediately stunned Luan Youer, Guifeng, Guihu and others.
"What he was going to do, he didn't directly accept the inheritance."
"Isn't this better? I was worried just now. If he accepts the inheritance, we will have to get it, and we will have to work hard. Now we don't need to worry.
All three are eager to try.
The people they brought were also unsheathed with swords, ready for battle.
Joining hands to kill Zhang Yang, but competing with each other for the holy treasure, this is their state, cooperation and killing each other are one.
Zhang Yang looked at them, his inner fighting spirit was also rising, and the boiling blood was still surging. He stared at them and stuffed the holy bottle into the storage bag.
He wants to fight!
The moment the holy bottle was put into the storage bag, the death saint road composed of seven void divine stones suddenly burst, intertwined into a large number of holy patterns, surrounded by publicity, and then flashed.
Zhang Yang is gone.
Only his depressed voice echoed.
"Don't, I'm going to kill people for treasure."
He was transferred away.
Guihu was furious: "He still wants to kill people for treasure, it!"
Being treated as a prey made him very unhappy.
Luan You'er was also angry. In this great day of Fengxu, that is, their world, some people dared to treat them as prey. It was really hateful, but after she calmed down, she felt even more disturbed.
"No, if he tells the outside world the truth about this place, it will inevitably cause a big storm."
Guifeng and Guihu also changed.
Luan Youer yelled anxiously: "Come back to Fengcheng, inform Murong Bai, let him take a hundred Silver Phoenix war slaves, guard the entrance and exit of Dari Fengxu, if you openly approach, kill without mercy!"
"Others wait, search and kill Zhang Yang!"
She awakened Guifeng and Guihu with a word, and the two immediately informed the ghost king Wuya who was sitting in the ghost city.
Ghost King Wuya is a direct line of the Ghosts and Gods Terraces, and the highest leader of the Ghosts and Gods Terraces in Da Rifeng Ruins.
As soon as he got the news, Ghost King Wuya asked Guihu to take a hundred Heaven Killing Ghost Guards to go to the entrance and exit to guard him, and at the same time he gave an order to search and kill Zhang Yang with all his strength.
The entire Darifeng Market suddenly became lively.
In terms of the excitement, the number of them is still scarce in terms of the sheer size of the Da Rifeng Ruins. Zhang Yang, who was transferred to a mountain, still feels desolate.
This mountain is broken.
The mountain was so high that it was cut apart, as if it was about to explode, in a state of never exploding.
However, Zhang Yang was very depressed.
"I really want to fight."
"Look at how strong a genius at level 5 of the ascending heaven realm is."
His turbulent bloodline slowly subsided because there was no opponent to fight.
That restless heart also returned to tranquility.
Next, with his keen sense, especially after the Nine Extremes' True Essence is fully operational, he can still feel the same taste as the breath left by the Saint Fu Yao in the holy bottle.
Very shallow, but it can still be concluded that this mountain is probably related to the inheritance of Saint Fuyao.
Xu Shi has to pass on, can help digestion again, or leave more magic.
However, the battle of the saints thousands of years ago destroyed this place.
I don't know how many generations will come in in later generations, and the good things that can be obtained have already been taken away.
He searched it again and found nothing.
"No, I have to go find them to fight."
"It's uncomfortable not to fight."
He stood on a high place, looking around, discerning directions.
After a moment, he gave up.
Not to mention finding the place where the Death Saint Road was originally located, even the entrance and exit cannot be determined. Well, to put it simply, you are lost. This is a routine operation for publicity.
"Forget it, I am very peaceful."
He chose a direction at will and continued his treasure hunt.
I have to say that Da Ri Feng Ruins are indeed full of opportunities, even if it has been cleaned up by Da Xia Empire and Ghosts and Gods, there are still many good things.
"Huh? Good stuff?"
Zhang Yang looked at a divine stone exuding a gleam in his hand, his expression a little stiff.
"Damn, they have cleaned it up, this is garbage that people don't want."
"What do I want these to do, I should find a way to find them, and sack Fengcheng and Ghost City."
He threw away the sacred stone and said to himself: "Not a top treasure, no more."
As a result, his speed was accelerated across the board.
The things I had collected became invisible, and the three steps of the mountains and rivers were displayed, like a stream of light passing through the sky.
It didn't stop until a place filled with seven colors of light attracted him.
It was a mountain front area. The area of ​​about one acre was all seven-colored, exuding precious light. There were no stones on the ground, but thin soil.
And above the seven-color treasure soil, without any support, climbed up to a height of five meters, and then the gourd vine that lay in the air, on which seven gourds of different colors were formed.