"Uncle Leng, is this the floating stone tablet that my father said?"

Young Master Rong flew to the square under the altar and looked up at the floating stone tablet.

He stared at the floating stone tablet with both eyes, but with his divine sense, he found that the stone tablet was like a black hole, extremely deep, almost incomprehensible.

"Sure enough, as my father said, this stone tablet is not a mortal thing!"

His expression gradually became cold, and he became vigilant against the fluctuations in the aura around him.

Because, when he came, his father, the Blood Dome God Lord, had warned him that the biggest danger in this secret realm was that floating stone tablet. Even if he was interested in the flame pattern on the stone tablet, he should not get too close, at most he could only stand on the altar and observe from a distance.

Do not leave the altar and get too close to the stele.

It is rumored that the flame world in that floating stone tablet gave birth to an Eight Desolation Fire Dragon.

The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon seems to be the guardian of this stone tablet, and once a monk gets too close, the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon will appear and devour the monks near the stone tablet to prevent the secret on the stone tablet from being discovered.

"Young Master Rong, this stone tablet is very strange, once someone gets too close, there will be an Eight Desolation Fire Dragon rising from the bottom of the void and engulfing the nearby monks, the old slave witnessed this scene with his own eyes thirty years ago. This man is dead!"

Uncle Leng looked at Yang Yunfan from the side, and there was a hint of cold taste in his eyes.

It's just that they waited for a long time, but Yang Yunfan was still standing in front of the stele, quietly observing the stele, but the stele was indifferent.

"Strange, thirty years ago, there was a monk who was only a few breaths away from the stone tablet, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon jumped up from under the void and devoured the person. Why, this guy has been standing in front of the stone tablet for a long time, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons have not come out yet?"

Hearing this, Young Master Rong also frowned, and guessed: "Maybe it's because of the fire dragon prohibition on the stone tablet, because of the wear and tear of many years, it has become less sensitive." ”

"I guess so. ”

Uncle Leng nodded. It's just that this excuse really can't convince himself, and he vaguely feels that something is wrong.

After a long time, there was still no change in the surroundings, and at this time, the monks of other tribes also came to the vicinity of this temple altar, and they saw that Yang Yunfan did not touch the prohibition, and they were all bold, flew up, and approached the stone tablet.

However, they were not as bold as Yang Yunfan and observed the stele up close.

Although they flew up, their bodies still fell within the scope of the temple, and they didn't dare to poke out half a step, the inexplicable prohibition of the existence of the void in front of them gave them huge pressure, and some legends in the past also made them feel uneasy.

"Why hasn't the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons appeared?"

Young Master Rong's brows furrowed, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

His father, the Blood Dome Divine Lord, could not be wrong. Then, the only problem is that Yang Yunfan is weird!

"There must be some secret on him!"

The more Young Master Rong thought about it, the more wrong it became, although his patience was not bad, but after waiting for most of the day, he began to get anxious.

"What is this?"

At this moment, suddenly, he saw Yang Yunfan stretch out his finger, and a purple flame appeared above his fingertips.

This purple flame was extremely subtle and burned very softly at first, but after a while, a faint golden rune appeared in this purple flame.

This golden rune was much simpler than the flame pattern engraved on the stone tablet, and it seemed to be less than one percent of its complexity. However, even so, this golden rune made the purple flame become a lot more intense in an instant!

Teng Teng soared, causing the surrounding space to distort a little, as if it was about to penetrate the void. It can be seen that the temperature of this flame is extremely high.

"Bastard! This is my Dao Pattern Inheritance! How dare he cultivate?"

When Young Master Rong saw this scene, he couldn't bear it anymore, he knew that Yang Yunfan had been standing in front of the stone tablet for most of the day, and he had already comprehended it.

This pattern inheritance, as long as someone successfully cultivates, it will disappear directly. He must not let Yang Yunfan succeed in his cultivation smoothly.

Thinking of this, Young Master Rong snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and shouted at the more than ten Demon Slayer Clan warriors behind him: "Quick, a few of you go up and kill him!

"Yes, Young Master Rong!"

Brush!

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen Demon Slayer warriors all drew their weapons and rushed towards the void outside the altar.

"Kill!"

Halfway through the rush, the three Demon Slayer warriors at the front suddenly shouted.

The majestic aura burst out from their bodies, forming a huge black ray in front of them, this energy ray was full of destructive aura, shooting towards Yang Yunfan, once it hit Yang Yunfan, the destructive aura contained in this energy ray would completely engulf him.

"Demon Armor!"

And the rest of the Demon Slayer warriors also shouted, and the pair of unique tentacles on their foreheads flashed a few red lights.

Soon, wisps of bright red snake-like aura circulated from their armor and circulated around the surface of their bodies, forming a terrifying force that made their speed suddenly increase a lot, and a blood-colored afterimage appeared in the sky.

This is the inherent form of the Demon Slayer Warrior's combat, attacking from a distance with black light, combined with the Demon Slayer Warrior's ability to fight in close combat, killing all sides.

This is the foundation of their Demon Slaying Clan's foothold in the Shura Sea God Domain. Whether it's heads-up or group battles, it's all handy.

"It's annoying!"

Yang Yunfan's spiritual power at this time was completely attracted by the stone tablet in front of him.

In the stele, he saw the scene of the ancient emperor's sacrifice, and was shocked by the origin of the stele, as well as the information recorded on it, and was carefully studying and comprehending it at this time.

In addition, the flame pattern on the stone tablet gave him a hint of inspiration, making him more handy in the use of the Pure World Purple Flame.

He used the several spirit patterns he had observed from this flame pattern to cast the Pure World Purple Flame, and found that the power of the Pure World Purple Flame had increased several times. In the heart of the Pure World Purple Flame, terrifying golden runes appeared.

This was Yang Yunfan's once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to improve his cultivation, but the people of the Demon Killing Clan behind him had killed him.

"These people are really haunted!"

Yang Yunfan had to interrupt his perception.

"Golden Scale Sword!"

Yang Yunfan's injuries were serious, and the aura in his body was insufficient, and it was impossible to slash out again.

In the face of the fierce momentum of this demon slaying warrior, his heart moved, and he slapped the storage bag, and in the next second, a narrow black sword box slowly flew out of the void.