Within the realm of Buddha.

Even though two days have passed, Zhou Tong, Rong Mingzhu, Nalan Yunhao, and even Ji Xiangtian are still in a state of shock.

There were more treasures inside than they imagined.

Under Han Yang's guidance, they found three heaven-level elixirs!

One of them even reached the level of treasure medicine.

There are also various treasures and spiritual weapons, which are simply countless.

Except for Lu Fengxian, who received the halberd painted by Marquis Wen Fangtian, the rest of them all exchanged their weapons for new weapons.

Each one holds a top-notch treasure.

"Not bad, not bad. Fortunately, we found a Nai Ring. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to take away so many treasures."

In the past two days, Lu Fengxian and the other five people have been carrying treasures to Han Yang, and then they were taken into the ring by Han Yang, and they never tired of it.

Han Yang walked around the Buddha's territory, collecting various elixirs, treasures, and spiritual weapons with precepts.

Two days passed, and the Najie, which was about a hundred feet in diameter, was filled to the brim.

As a result, some low-level spiritual weapons and elixirs that were less than ten thousand years old had to be abandoned by them.

Can't fit it in, can't take it away.

Even so, the treasures they took away were only part of the Buddhist realm.

Looking at the endless elixirs and spiritual weapons everywhere, Lu Fengxian and others felt a little aching in their hearts.

It’s a painful feeling to enter the treasure mountain but not be able to take it all away.

"Sir, something is wrong. There seems to be a lot of people outside the Buddha Realm..."

At this time, Nalan Yunhao, who was guarding outside, suddenly came in to report.

When everyone came to the entrance of the Buddhist realm, they saw that there were indeed a few people sneaking around. After seeing Han Yang, they left quickly.

"More people are coming in!"

Han Yang realized what happened.

The Divine Ruins are always open, so more and more people will gather here.

Moreover, without the trouble and concealment of the black mist, more and more people are focusing their attention on the Buddhist realm.

"Someone is coming!"

Nalan Yunhao shouted with an unkind expression.

There were thousands of people ahead, heading towards the Buddhist realm.

There were three people in the lead, two men and one woman, and he recognized one of them.

It was Xizhou Manshan Mansion who entered the inheritance hall with them... the Condor Young Master Wan Yanzan.

This guy is lucky.

Li Minghui and Ding Zijin were both dead, but he was still alive and kicking.

"Han Yang!"

Wanyanzan stepped forward and said carelessly: "Behind you should be the treasure of Shenxu, right? Why don't we also go in and have a look? As the saying goes, whoever sees it has a share?"

Hearing this, Zhou Tong and others felt angry.

Han Yang beheaded the evil Buddha, which indirectly saved the lives of these people.

This Wanyanzan actually talked to Han Yang with such an attitude?

Han Yang noticed that the thousands of people behind Wan Yanzan were looking at him with greed and passion, but no gratitude.

"Do you want to enter the Buddhist realm?"

Looking at the expressions in the eyes of Wan Yanzan and others, Han Yang said coldly: "There are countless treasures in the Buddhist territory. Even if all of you went in, you would definitely be unable to carry them all..."

"Okay, okay, why are you talking so much nonsense? Get out of the way and let us in..."

Wanyanzan interrupted Han Yang impatiently.

The smile on Han Yang's face became colder and colder. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and stabbed him.

"you……"

Wanyanzan never expected that Han Yang would dare to attack him in front of so many people.

He quickly flashed his mace and tried to resist.

Click!

The mace cuts off.

puff!

His body was also cut in two.

"you……"

Wanyanzan's mouth was filled with blood and he stared at Han Yang in disbelief.

He didn't expect that his noble son could be killed by Han Yang so easily.

Compared to when he was in the Heritage Hall, Han Yang... was much stronger.

boom!

The Condor Young Master Wan Yanzan died, and his body fell to the ground with a crash.

The thousands of people started making a noise and drew their weapons one after another, preparing for the attack.

Instead, the two leaders took a few steps back cautiously and disappeared into the crowd.

Demon Sword Bai Zhan pointed at the ground sideways, with blood flowing. Han Yang looked indifferent and continued the topic just now: "...It is true that there are countless treasures in the Buddha Realm and it is impossible to move them all, but I don't intend to let you white-eyed wolves in...

If you want to enter the Buddhist realm, you must first ask about the sword in my hand."

Thousands of people were silent for a moment, and then the noise broke out.

"What the hell, we have strength in numbers, but there is only one of us!"

"We are both at the ninth level of Qi Gathering, so I'm afraid of him."

"He doesn't dare to kill us. Killing us would be tantamount to offending all the sect forces in the entire continent."

"superior!"

The wages of avarice is death.

In their desire for profit, these people forgot their fear and rushed towards Han Yang regardless of their own safety.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Han Yang's eyes were cold and he waved his sword forward without any intention of holding back.

The Four Elephants Curse Seal Knife, White Tiger Kills!

The white tiger roars.

Countless sword energy roared towards those warriors.

Click.

Puff.

Boom boom boom...

No one can stop Han Yang's sword.

Even in a normal state, Han Yang can kill the ninth level of Yuan Dan with his sword. These ninth level Qi Gathering warriors are nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs in front of him.

Even if there are a few young master-level warriors among them, they can only barely fight at the first, second, or third or fourth level of Yuan Dan.

But under Han Yang's sword, their deaths were no more beautiful than ordinary ninth level Qi gathering.

With just one strike, at least dozens of people were killed.

The surging team suddenly stopped.

"Not weaker than the attack power of the ninth level of Yuan Dan..."

"What kind of monster is this!"

The eyes blinded by the treasure finally saw the reality clearly.

The blood boiling due to chance also slowly cooled down.

One man can shut the door and ten thousand men can't open it.

They realized that Han Yang was an opponent they could not defeat at all.

"Han Yang, if you monopolize the treasure alone, aren't you afraid of offending all the sects in the continent?"

Someone is sowing discord.
To be continued...