Yang Pojun looked into the distance, and saw that in the sky, seven blood-red ancient coffins were flying towards them.

When the seven blood-colored ancient coffins flew in, the sky was bright red, as if they were infected with blood, and a palpitating breath emanated from the seven blood-colored coffins.

Li Yunhe, who was standing behind Yang Pojun, frowned and said, "Lord Yang, this blood-colored coffin is not simple. ”

"Oh?" Yang Pojun raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's hear it." ”

"I've also heard other seniors talk about it, it is rumored that in the depths of the Ten Thousand Ghost Tomb, there are seven blood-colored coffins, and each of them exists, and they used to be invincible in that place."

"Especially their origins, it is rumored that they come from a mysterious place called the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and they are all hell fanatics in hell."

"Hell fanatics mainly survive in hell, and they are mainly responsible for torturing those powerful beings, even immortals, can not escape their palms."

After hearing this, Yang Pojun said with a smile: "Hell maniac, this is an interesting name, but when they face me Yang Pojun, they are not madmen, but mad grandsons!" ”

Li Yunhe heard Yang Pojun say this, what else could he say?

In this world, who dares to play crazy in front of Yang Pojun?

Surely not, he thought.

In the blink of an eye, the seven coffins stopped a hundred meters away from Yang Pojun.

From one of the coffins, an old voice came out: "Boy from outside, you are actually able to tear apart the Ten Thousand Year Corpse King, you are qualified to let our seven old guys go out." ”

"Now do you kneel down and kowtow and admit your mistakes, or do we refine your flesh and blood into essence blood? Let your soul suffer from the eighteen layers of hell? ”

Yang Pojun touched the bridge of his nose and said: "It seems that your methods are very cruel, well, I like it, then you can refine our flesh and blood into essence blood." ”

"You must not show mercy to your subordinates, if you can't refine me, you can talk about it, will it be a very slap in the face?"

Among the seven blood-colored coffins, there was a shout of rage!

"Look for death!"

Seven blood-colored coffins turned into seven blood-colored rays of light and rushed towards Yang Pojun.

Although Yang Pojun said this on his lips, he was very vigilant in actual action.

Yang Pojun bowed his body, and his fists immediately greeted him.

At this moment, Yang Pojun used the two physical techniques in his body, the power of fifteen ancient dragons.

"Boom!"

A huge impact, like an extraterrestrial meteorite.

Yang Pojun felt the pain of his arms being hit, his body arched slightly, and his hands resisted the front.

The body glides towards the back.

Where Yang Pojun passed, a huge deep pit appeared on the ground.

When Yang Pojun glided out of a hundred meters, he shouted angrily and stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet.

"Get out of the way!!"

Rumble!

A demonic aura erupted from Yang Pojun's body.

Seven blood-colored coffins that shook suddenly were in the sky, and they quickly tumbled out, and they stayed in the void in the distance.

At this moment, an old voice came from the coffin: "It is possible to force back seven of us old guys at the same time, it seems that we can come out of the coffin." ”

Yang Pojun's body was surrounded by layers of faint blood.

This blood is nothing else, it is the blood of the Ancient Demons.

"Click!"

The seven coffins suspended in the void made a screeching sound and moved away.

I saw seven burly old men appear.

These seven old men, with burly figures, were wearing black armor, especially their heads, which turned out to be exactly like oxen.

They turned out to be the legendary Minotaurs!

Yang Pojun narrowed his eyes and said, "Seven hell maniacs, you are from the eighteenth layer of hell, can you help me open the gate of hell?" ”

"I remember that the gates of hell were closed in ancient times, and no one could go in to find out, if you help me open the gates of hell, I can let you avenge the blood of the year!"

Seven hell maniacs came out of the coffin, their bodies trembled, and they looked at each other.

Obviously, they didn't expect Yang Pojun to know so much.

A majestic voice came from the mouth of one of the hellraiacs, "How do you know that we have a blood feud? ”

"Hahaha." Yang Pojun put his hands behind his back, and he smiled confidently: "The eighteenth layer of hell, the deeper you go inside, the stronger the existence becomes." ”

"And in each of the eighteen layers of hell, the supreme gods and demons are suppressed."

"You seven hell maniacs, who were once at the helm of the hell maniacs, not because you were stronger than them, but because you went out of your way to restrain those guys. But you have selfish intentions and want to help the guy on the eighteenth floor escape, but in the end, your news accidentally leaked. ”

"That's why you were chased and killed by the Hell Ghost Corps, and in the end you were seriously injured, but when you just escaped from the gate of hell, you met an immortal at that time, his name was Penglai Immortal."

"He saw that your blood was turned upside down, so he used a secret method to trap you in this tomb of ten thousand ghosts in the ethereal realm."

"And you guys have a strange connection with the Tomb of Ten Thousand Ghosts, that is, you have suffered a curse, and once the ethereal realm is broken, you will die."

"So in order to survive, you are surviving here and killing all those who dare to break into the tomb of ten thousand ghosts, am I right?"

I saw seven bull-headed hell maniacs, their eyes widened, and their bodies were full of blood.

Their bodies were trembling.

This is a memory in the depths of their minds, and they have all forgotten it, but today's words from Yang Pojun make them seem to have returned to that era of turbulent undercurrents.

The seven hell maniacs looked at Yang Pojun with only shock in their eyes.

They couldn't believe that a human, who looked so young, knew where they came from, and knew so closely.

You know, since they escaped from the eighteenth floor of hell, the gates of hell have been sealed forever.

No one knew the news.

However, Yang Pojun actually knew.

Not only the seven hell maniacs, but also Li Yunhe, who was standing behind Yang Pojun, and Xiao Han, they all looked at Yang Pojun with dull eyes.

"How could Lord Yang know such an ancient thing?"

"yes, what the hell is his origin? You see the seven hellraiacs themselves are terrified. ”

"Finally knowing why Lord Yang is so powerful, I estimate that he is very likely to be the reincarnation of a strong man, after all, I have heard that there are some supreme powerhouses, they can use their soul reincarnation experience to make their Dao method more and more unfathomable."

"Don't guess, the origin of Lord Yang's existence is definitely not something we can guess."

Yang Pojun put his hands behind his back and looked at the seven purgatory maniacs lightly.

The seven purgatory fanatics all stepped forward, and one of them looked at Yang Pojun, his voice trembling: "Who the hell are you?!" How do you know these ancient secrets!? You...... Tell us! ”

(End of chapter)