The space here is not as huge as the two hollows outside, and there is no such thing as forest plants, only a large hall, a dead hall. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This hall is crystal clear throughout, made of huge ice, magnificent atmosphere, and has its own majesty from a distance.

However, the majestic hall could not hide the thick dead air contained in the space.

Mo Fuyao They were affected by the death of this place, with a trace of sadness between their eyebrows, among which the deepest feelings were Kong Luo and Liang Yu, who came down with them and all died, and their former friends were buried in different places, and sadness surged into their hearts.

Lin Yuanfan sighed, the world is impermanent, who would have thought that this trip would be so dangerous, the peak of the grandmaster in the past could not save his life here, even he almost died, if it wasn't for the many means prepared in advance, no one here would still be alive now.

"Come and see, inside is the master who built everything here. ”

Everyone walked out of the passage slowly with Lin Yuanfan, with solemn expressions.

After experiencing the previous life and death tribulation, Mo Fuyao and they understood that the person who could build the Antarctic and build a formation of this scale must be extremely powerful, and it was the existence that they had to look up to, which gave them an understanding of the martial arts world.

It turned out that someone could be so powerful, and the formation that was arranged casually could make the Xuanjing master who was admired by the outside world disappear without the power to resist. The spirit stone that they seemed to be a treasure was casually placed around the coffin, and they didn't care, even the mutilated magic weapon of one of their servants could make them ecstatic, and now that they think about it, what did they count in front of the master of this place?

Grasshoppers, ants, and I'm afraid that's just the case.

Only Lin Yuanfan was present who knew what kind of realm the owner of this place was, and the thoughts in his heart were completely different from what Mo Fuyao thought.

Since there were primordial infant monks on the earth before, is it possible that there will still be primordial infant monks now, or even god-transforming monks?

There is also the passage I saw earlier, which mentions a lot of information, the Yuanying Monk here went with a group of people to a place called Lingyuan to grab things, and there were a lot of Yuanying Monks there, and the two sides fought a big battle, and in the end they were defeated, then more than one Yuanying Monk escaped, so where did the others go? And who is the Venerable Master in his mouth? What kind of realm?

Everything has become a great mystery, as if there is a greater secret hidden in the world.

Now that he is here, Lin Yuanfan hopes to solve some doubts, and he doesn't want to know nothing in the unknown world.

Walking into the main hall, the hall is dim and low, with an eerie meaning, which makes people's spines chill.

In the center of the main hall was a bronze candle lamp that had long been extinguished, and the numerous bronze lamps formed a huge circle, and in the circle sat a figure cross-legged, motionless.

Lin Yuanfan's eyes froze, and he saw that the source of the death qi around him was on that person, and that person had no chance of life, and he had obviously been dead for a long time.

Looking at the bronze candles on the ground, count them carefully, there are ninety-nine, each lamp is a magic weapon, and these ninety-nine bronze candles are connected with people's hearts and minds to form a healing array.

Lin Yuanfan knew that the person's injuries were extremely serious, his soul was broken, and the Yuan Infant was seriously injured, such an injury would be absolutely impossible to cure unless there were anti-heaven means, even if the Divine Transformation Monk made a move, he was helpless.

But even if that person is dead, the residual coercion in his body is also very amazing, the gap between each other's realms is too big, and the difference between the Yuanying Monk and the person who has not built a foundation is three great realms, which is insurmountable.

The closer they got, the more difficult it was for Mo Fuyao and the others to breathe, and they seemed to want to bow their heads to this person, and a sense of surrender arose in their hearts.

In the end, Mo Fuyao and Mu Chenglin had to stop when they arrived two zhang away from the man, they couldn't get any closer, the strong could not be offended, it was not for them to get close, and Kong Luo and the three of them were even more unbearable, they couldn't move forward outside the three zhang, as if a big mountain had been added to their bodies, and if they got closer, they would be crushed to death by the mountain.

Lin Yuanfan was the only one in the crowd who continued to move forward, and he also felt the coercion, but he didn't care, his steps were firm, he was just a Yuanying monk, and a person with such a cultivation in his previous life could only stand aside tremblingly when he saw him, and he didn't even have the qualifications to look at him.

When he came to a zhang place, the coercion was already extremely great, and even he felt a strong discomfort.

With a cold snort, Lin Yuanfan stepped forward and came to the bronze candle lamp, and with a wave of his hand, the bronze lamp that was originally extinguished was re-lit after many years.

The entire hall was suddenly lit up, and everyone really saw the man's face clearly at this time.

Although he had been dead for a long time, the low temperature environment here made his physical body not change much, and he still remained the same as he was at the moment before he died.

Dressed in a simple green robe, the vicissitudes of life were dyed with a layer of white frost, the wrinkles seemed to tell the twists and turns of the past, the head was raised high, and in the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes were still looking at the dome above, and the line of sight seemed to have passed through the deep ice of the South Pole to look at the endless sky, with a look of disappointment and unwillingness.

Lin Yuanfan seemed to see the scene before he died, the bronze lamp was extinguished, he knew that time was short, he remembered many regrets, the great things he planned failed to achieve, and he was seriously injured and about to die, and he wanted to ask Cang Tian why he treated him like this, but Cang Tian would not answer, and finally could only die with grief and indignation.

Lin Yuanfan quickly came back to his senses and noticed that he was pointing to the ground and found a storage bag in front of him, as well as the unique pen he left.

"I, Zong Huai, know that the limit is approaching, but there are still three regrets haunting my heart, one is that the spirit of cultivation has not been recaptured, and the future is unpredictable, the second is that my wife has been exiled in the spiritual abyss, and the good luck is uncertain, and the third is that I am dead today, and my path will be extinct. If...... If someone can come here, I hope that they will inherit my way and complete what I have not done. ”

After reading it, Lin Yuanfan realized that the old man's name was Zong Huai, and the things in front of him were prepared for those who could come to him, and he wanted someone to inherit his mantle and complete his will.

It's just that Lin Yuanfan can't inherit the mantle of Zonghuai, and it is naturally impossible for him to accept the inheritance of a Yuanying cultivator with his identity.

Lin Yuanfan took the storage bag in front of him, and his divine sense investigated, and found that the storage bag was not sealed, but contained a lot of spirit stones, which should be left for the inheritor, and he was worried that the realm of the person who came was not enough to open the storage bag, so he deliberately did not have a seal, and there were many cultivation exercises in the storage bag, which could be cultivated until the late Yuan Infant period, which was extremely precious to others.

The divine sense continued to investigate, and saw that there were still a lot of miscellaneous things in it, presumably all of which were collected by Zong Huai in the past, and suddenly Lin Yuanfan was stunned and found a piece of jade slip that surprised him very much, because he also had a piece of this jade slip in his hand, which was the lottery he won at the Yizhou martial arts exchange meeting last time.

After he stepped into the Xuan Realm, he had carefully investigated the piece of jade slip he had gotten, and he didn't find any information from it, but now he saw another piece, took it out and rubbed it in his hand, and the divine sense inspection didn't see any interest recorded in it, as if it was empty, but he encountered the same jade slip twice in a row, and with his experience, he faintly felt that things were not so simple.

It's just that he can't care about these things now, so he put his things away, thinking that it won't be too late to check them slowly after he goes out.