Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

Chapter 360: Panhuang Holy Sword cuts off the crocodile's hand, and a big crocodile is grilled!

Mars has arrived!
Is the way home still far?

When Fang Qing and his party returned to Mars on the Pure Yang Shuttle, both Ye Fan and Pang Bo showed excitement on their faces.

A few years ago, they set out from Mount Tai and their first stop was Mars, where they encountered the Great Leiyin Temple and a divine crocodile!

If they had not received the blessings of the many magical instruments in the Great Leiyin Temple at that time, and if Brother Fang had not led them to resist those little crocodiles, they would have suffered heavy losses here.

Now that I am back on Mars again, I feel so much emotion.

“Five-color altar… There is actually a five-color altar here.”

The young old madman also emerged from the Chunyang Shuttle. He seemed not to have expected to see the Five-Colored Altar here. This was a peerless teleportation array that even ancient saints could use to travel between stars. Logically speaking, it should not exist on such an ancient star, but it really existed.

The young old madman looked to a place not far away, as if he felt that there was something different about this star.

Suddenly, his eyes looked into the distance.

Just in the distance, it seemed that a being also sensed the breath of the crowd. A huge monster suddenly appeared, and its huge blood-red eyes like two red lanterns quickly approached.

The body of that huge monster exuded terrifying majesty, as if it was an ancient demon saint who could pick stars and moons with just a wave of his hand.

Its body has not arrived yet, but the tsunami-like waves have already arrived, and the entire ancient planet Mars is shaking.

"Roar……"

The demonic energy was boiling, and the aura of the Holy Way was overwhelming, all of which showed that the huge creature was none other than the crocodile ancestor of that year.

Several years have passed, and he has not left Mars and is still in this place.

"Damn, why is there an ancient saint here?"

Tu Fei was startled.

His current cultivation level has reached the first level of the Immortal Realm. He calls himself a master, with Saint Lord-level and King-level weapons in his hands. But suddenly, the tragic aura in the distance rushed towards him, oppressing him so much that he almost fell down, and his face showed a bit of shock.

"Yeah, why is there an ancient saint here? It looks very scary! It's a big guy!"

Wu Zhongtian's expression also became solemn. This time when they returned to Brother Fang's hometown, if they hadn't met the crazy old man, they would have suffered a great loss here.

Of course, he didn’t know whether Brother Fang could defeat the ancient saint now, but he was still very shocked to suddenly see such an ancient demon saint.

"When we set out from here, the crocodile ancestor escaped. If it weren't for the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, I'm afraid we would have died without a burial place. I didn't expect to see him again when we came back. It seems that there must be something strange here."

Fang Qing spoke, his eyes looking into the distance, his expression remained calm.

The crocodile ancestor in the distance exuded boundless divine power, and endless demonic energy rolled around. Every inch of space between heaven and earth was filled with suppressed demonic energy.

There seemed to be some shock in its eyes, as if it had not expected that after only a few years, the ant in its eyes had come back again.

"You little ants, you've actually come back. In such a short time, you've all reached this level. I can't wait to know your secrets."

The tall crocodile ancestor made a cold-blooded and cruel voice, and his body changed, turning into a burly middle-aged man, who walked forward step by step like a demon.

He was wearing a kind of armor that was as black as the deep sea ocean, shining with a cold metallic luster. Except for his thick black hair, his entire body was covered by it.

This piece of armor is actually a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation.

Those who can sacrifice and refine the legendary holy weapons are extremely powerful among the saints, especially the demon saints who can cross the star field. Even in the land of Beidou, there are few ancestral kings who can be their rivals.

"Want to know our secret? I think I want to know your secret too."

Fang Qing's expression was indifferent. He saw that the Demon Saint was ready to make some moves. However, he felt that this Crocodile Ancestor was not an ordinary saint. It was very likely that he had reached the level of Saint King, and was a rather difficult opponent.

"Poor ant, you never know what will happen to you next."

Crocodile Ancestor made a cruel sound. He decided not to waste words with Fang Qing anymore. He stretched out a hand and grabbed Fang Qing. This huge hand covered the sky and the earth. It was extremely terrifying and filled with extremely strong demonic energy. It covered everything in an instant, blocking all the void.

The Panhuang Life Sword appeared in Fang Qing's hand, and gods appeared from the countless acupoints in his body. Each god held a divine weapon and exuded a terrifying aura.

In the small world inside Fang Qing's body, countless world forces also flowed together, and the incomparably powerful divine power was as if tens of millions of kings of the sword were making a move at the same time. The Panhuang Living Sword burst out with an unprecedented bright light.

Buzz!
A sword fell.

The Crocodile Ancestor's hand was chopped off by Fang Qing.

The whole place was silent for a moment.

There was an expression of disbelief on Crocodile Ancestor's face, as if he had not expected that his hand would be cut off by a sword.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Tu Fei, Wu Zhongtian, Li Heishui and others were also stunned for a moment, as if they had not expected that their brother Fang's sword could burst out with such powerful power.

You must know that the Crocodile Ancestor in front of you is a saint, and a powerful one among saints. He is not the previous Golden Crow King, Light King and others, nor is he the dying ancient royal families on the purple ship, but a king among saints with great vigor and spirit.

But now the arm of this Saint King was directly chopped off by Brother Fang’s sword?
To what extent has Brother Fang achieved this?
Can he fight against the Saint King with his level of killing?
"Such a strong aura, such a firm will, such a strong sword."

Even the young old madman was shocked, as if he had not expected Fang Qing to be able to unleash such terrifying power. Just now he felt an extremely strong human will. That human mood was in harmony with the entire divine sword, causing the divine sword to be activated as never before.

Even a Saint King can have his arm shattered or even be killed directly by the indestructible sharp sword energy!

"Ahhh, you actually cut off one of my arms. I'll let you know that my blood will not be shed in vain."

The Crocodile Ancestor finally reacted, his face was filled with endless murderous intent, and even drops of blood from his severed arm shot out, trying to pierce Fang Qing's body!
A single drop of the saint's blood can crush the void.

The Crocodile Ancestor was completely enraged, and endless demonic power was flowing, trying to completely deal with Fang Qing.

But at this moment, the young old madman looked at the Crocodile Ancestor. His eyes fell on the Crocodile Ancestor's body, and two blood holes appeared on the Crocodile Ancestor's body, and blood gushed out.

It was a frightening sight. The black and gold armor on the Crocodile Ancestor's body was so strong, but it was penetrated by the two gazes from the young and crazy old man.

At this moment, Crocodile Ancestor felt an unprecedented fear in his heart, because he had not noticed the previous man, but now when the young man made a move, he felt an unprecedented terrifying aura that suppressed his mind and will.

"who are you?"

Crocodile Ancestor was really shocked. He couldn't imagine that there was such a person among this group of people. Why had he never heard of it?
As far as he knew, apart from Sakyamuni, no one else had such a powerful aura that could shock him, but today someone seemed to have appeared.

The young old madman had a cold gaze, and his whole body exuded an even more terrifying aura. He seemed to be an ancient god, whose might could subdue the nine heavens and ten earths.

Crocodile Ancestor took a deep breath and couldn't believe that he was so unlucky. He had been here for several years and had never left just for the treasure in the Eye of the Sea of ​​Mars. He didn't expect to encounter such a terrifying existence.

The young old madman didn't say much. He took a step and came in front of the Crocodile Ancestor. He chopped down with his big hand, and the Crocodile Ancestor had no room to resist. The whole person seemed to be in a quagmire of endless laws, and seemed to be trapped in the slowdown of time laws. He could only watch the young old madman chop down with his palm, and his body turned into countless pieces.

"No!"

Crocodile Ancestor watched everything happen. He wanted to use all his power to display his supreme Taoist magic, but he was unable to do so. He felt his breath being suppressed, and his entire will became blurred. It seemed that he needed a long time to think for a word.

Handwriting secret!
This is the horror when the secret of "Xing" is interpreted to the Avenue of Time!
He was a complete crusher against other saints.

With one move, the young old madman struck the crocodile ancestor to pieces!
Another move, a big seal sealed the countless flesh and blood of the Crocodile Ancestor in countless voids. Each of these flesh and blood is the blood of a saint and has endless benefits.

"Senior, we can have a barbecue."

Fang Qing spoke.

"can."

The young old madman nodded, and streaks of true fire appeared, beginning to roast the flesh and blood of the Saint King.

"Fuck, that's awesome."

(End of this chapter)