He really dared to take action. Jiang Fan couldn't help but shake his head. The people behind him didn't burst out. They obviously couldn't tell the difference.
Ying Wuming took a step forward, pointed out with his finger, and the soul-calling flag shattered into a piece of butterfly.
The Ghost King was shocked. At this moment, he felt the breath of the Martial Saint.
"Saints..." He was slightly frightened: "Your Excellency, our Huangquan Sect is not short of saints. Even if several of them are martial saints, they cannot compete with our Huangquan Sect. Please come back."
Jiang Fan smiled coldly: "The Huangquan Sect is really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Just now, they wanted to kill me. Now that they see the saint, they are soft? Your Excellency, I might as well tell you that when I come today, I must get the three treasures. With I'll definitely return it, but if you don't agree, I'll have no choice but to take offense."
The Ghost King stared at Jiang Fan, and finally realized that he was the one who talked about the situation among these people. He couldn't help but feel slightly shocked. This young man who was not as good as a master obviously had a lot of background. But he didn't take it seriously. However, the other party was right about one thing. The Huangquan Sect was all in Fengdu, and there were really only a few of them guarding the place.
It can't be said to be an oversight. After all, there are only a few people who know about the Three Treasures of Earth and Yin, let alone anyone who would come to search for it in such a place.
Seeing the ugly young man burst out with the astonishing aura of the peak saint, the Ghost King's eyes showed unwillingness.
The Three Treasures of Earth and Yin can only be cultivated here. However, as the construction of Fengdu is coming to an end, the Earth Vein Ice Marrow can be transplanted there soon, and then this place can be completely abandoned.
Who would have thought that someone would come to seize the treasure at this critical moment.
"The three treasures of the underworld must never be given away. If you want to snatch them away, you are our mortal enemy of the Huangquan Sect. No matter in heaven or on earth, you will definitely kill them!"
"You are a person who cannot understand human speech... Oh no, you are wearing a ghost king mask, so I'm afraid you don't think you are a human being. Well, since it doesn't make sense, I have no choice but to borrow it first and then talk about it."
The eight ghost kings immediately surrounded the ice coffin, and the ghost king said angrily: "Swear to the death to defend the sect's treasure!"
Jiang Fan snorted: "Brother Chaofeng, don't kill me."
Ying Wuming responded and flew towards the altar. In mid-air, he punched out with thousands of shadows. Seven of the eight people only had time to scream in surprise before they were knocked unconscious.
To say that these eight are not weak, the Ghost King has reached the peak of the venerable state, and apart from the three venerables, there are also four great masters.
However, in the hands of Ying Wuming, this is not enough.
Jumping onto the altar, Ying Wuming pointed at the ice coffin and looked at the only ghost king who showed mercy and did not knock him unconscious: "Three Treasures, are they here?"
The ghost king's eyes were spitting fire, and he said hysterically: "You all deserve to die. Neither King Yama nor the judge will forgive you. You will accept the suffering of the eighteen levels of hell, turn into a fierce ghost, mourn forever, and never enter reincarnation..."
The great monk sighed: "Like those statues we saw along the way?"
The Ghost King laughed sinisterly and said: "Yes, that's the fate of those who dare to be enemies with Huang Quan. There are many sects who overestimate their own capabilities and have been thrown into hell by our Huang Quan Sect to destroy them. You can't escape either!"
Jiang Fan was stunned: "Junior brother, you said... that all I see are living people when I fall down?"
The great monk said: "Oh... I only noticed it by chance. It is said that the Huangquan Sect refines living people into corpse puppets, which is extremely evil. I finally witnessed it with my own eyes today."
A trace of anger arose in Jiang Fan's heart: "Is this a corpse puppet?"
The queen bee sneered: "What's strange, it's just that the refining failed. The Huangquan Sect does not only use corpses to refine corpse puppets. After all, there are not many corpses with good quality, so corpse puppets refined from living bodies are even more important. Most. The advantage of living body refining is that those people usually become half-human, half-corpse monsters, without consciousness, fearless of death, and stronger than before."
Frankly speaking, the queen bee didn't think there was anything wrong, but it caused Jiang Fan great anger.
Huang Quan Zong, this is looking down upon human life.
"Really..." His eyes were a little cold and he turned to the Ghost King: "Are these people your enemies?"
The Ghost King said solemnly: "There are all kinds of people, and there is no shortage of strong people like you. Therefore, I advise you to retreat as soon as possible, and don't suffer the consequences."
"You will reap the consequences... That's right..."
There was a hint of coldness in the corner of Jiang Fan's mouth: "Then let you have a taste of what it means to reap the consequences. Mr. Yu, please kill those few first!"
The fisherman had an unspeakable hatred for their sect. He didn't hesitate when he heard the words. He swung out the fishing rod, the silver line passed by, and the heads of seven cows, ghosts, snakes and gods were separated, and they were all killed.
"You...dare you!"
The Ghost King was shocked and said: "This is our Huangquan Sect's Shifang Ghost Mission, you have caused a big trouble!"
Jiang Fan looked at him indifferently, jumped up to the altar, and stepped on his head: "Is the Three Treasures of Earth and Yin here? Tell me!"
The Ghost King roared, "You are seeking death..."
Jiang Fan was really too lazy to talk nonsense, so he put more force on his feet, and the Ghost King suddenly screamed.
Although Jiang Fan is only a Grand Master, his physical body is so terrifying, and the power under his feet is completely unbearable even for this venerable person at his peak without the protection of true energy.
"I'll ask you one last time. If you don't tell me, your head will slowly explode..."
Jiang Fan's eyes were cold, and the Ghost King finally did not dare to make a mistake. He gritted his teeth and finally said: "It's in the ice coffin."
Jiang Fan turned around and looked: "Chaofeng, open the coffin!"
The Ghost King suddenly shouted: "No! Never!"
"Huh?" Jiang Fan lowered his head and looked at him: "Why not?"
There was great fear in the Ghost King's voice: "There is great danger in there. You must not open the coffin!"
Jiang Fan was confused: "Big danger? What's going on?"
The Ghost King's eyes were frightened, and he kept shouting: "Danger, great danger..." However, he still refused to say what it was, and Jiang Fan felt that he might not even know.
Jiang Fan frowned and turned around to come to the ice coffin. It was covered with ice flowers. It was not only extremely hard but also made it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.
But Jiang Fan also noticed something strange at this moment. He didn't realize it when he was above, but now, standing on the altar, he felt extremely cold. Looking down, ice flowers began to cover his feet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This... such a terrifying cold breath...
Jiang Fan was horrified. The bone-chilling breath penetrated through his clothes and skin and penetrated deep into his bone marrow. It was like thousands of ice needles, making him shiver.
Ying Wuming's naked skin exuded a red color inexplicably, and white mist steamed up. But he didn't seem to be affected by the coldness.
"My lord, please step aside and I will open the coffin."
Jiang Fan remembered that the old guy had said that Ying Wuming had fire poison in his body and could withstand the cold in a short period of time. Seeing that the ghost king couldn't ask anything, he was heartbroken: "Okay, open the coffin!"
As he quickly retreated, Ying Wuming grabbed the ice coffin with his iron hand, exhaled suddenly, and with a crunching sound, the lid opened with a terrifying strange force.
