No matter what the people outside thought, what Yang Fan knew was that he was the first person to set foot in this land, and there would not be a second person set foot here for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Looking at the fog around him, it gave people a feeling of oppression, and the range he could see was only about five meters.

Looking at the ruins and ruins around him, a desolate atmosphere emerges, which is the baptism of the times and has a sense of the times.

Those broken swords, broken halberds, and white bones all over the ground told Yang Fan that there had been incomparably bloody and chaotic battles here.

In the chaos of fog, Yang Fan immediately searched everywhere, this is a huge treasure trove waiting to be discovered.

Yang Fan gradually walked into the depths, there was no chance here, there were many pills and exercises scattered everywhere, but those were unusable, some only had a few formulas, and some of the pills had already turned into a black mass, and it seemed that there was no possibility of using them from the outside.

The fog deepened and darkened.

The buildings inside are becoming more and more complete, and the dark aura inside is also thicker, and in some places, it is even possible to breathe in the dark aura.

But intact buildings generally have their own prohibitions, and in some places there are trapping killing needles, and once they fall into it, they are Jedi, and there is no possibility of survival.

Yang Fan tried to avoid those places where there were strong prohibitions.

But as Yang Fan used his own formation to dissolve those small prohibitions, there was nothing to be gained in it.

Some only have some low-level exercises that can only be cultivated to the realm of Guiyuan.

There are also some ordinary weapons, which are not even as useful as the things in Yang Fan's storage ring.

In particular, his iron sword is unique, although it is only made of ordinary iron, but with his understanding of the way of the sword, if the more ordinary the weapon can make him grow all the way with him, maybe the day when he fully grows up, this iron sword will also be extraordinary.

Instilling all of your understanding of kendo, this iron sword will make a qualitative leap.

After reading all the low-level prohibitions, Yang Fan immediately lost interest in these, and he had nothing to gain after being here for two days.

There was no initial excitement in his heart, only anxiety, if he couldn't find some more opportunities, when those people came in, they would be acquired by others, and then this would no longer be an untapped treasure trove.

Yang Fan thought about it, and he found the most magnificent building here according to his memory.

The prohibition here is also the most difficult, but if he doesn't fight, he can only get some mundane items.

He began to use his aura to contact these prohibitions, but soon he found that his aura could not penetrate deeply! Yang Fan couldn't figure out these forbidden orbits no matter what, it seemed that they naturally existed here.

There is no pattern at all.

Yang Fan was not discouraged, he tried to use his dark aura to feel it slowly.

His body here also slowly penetrated into some dark aura, although it was very little, but Yang Fan slowly adapted to this aura, and those auras also showed their might when Yang Fan continued to break the ban in the past few days.

As a result, there were more and more dark aura in his body, and Yang Fan's strength gradually recovered to the second layer of qi refining.

But his spells were all urged by the Immortal Gu Aura, and he didn't have any combat power at all now.

About two hours later, Yang Fan still hasn't lifted the ban.

At this time, I saw his face covered with sweat.

But he didn't notice that some small black bugs appeared not far away, and although they were not very big, they emitted a terrifying aura.

Yang Fan was concentrating on breaking the ban, but those bugs were getting closer and closer to him.

One piece, black pressed.

At this moment, an insect suddenly leaped to Yang Fan's neck, and the insect that was only the size of dust bit Yang Fan.

Immediately, a huge howl passed through the sky, and after Yang Fan was bitten by an insect, he immediately turned his head to look behind him, only to see a black and oppressive insect.

Instead of frowning, he sped up and continued to use his aura to sense the fluctuations around him.

But at the moment, his whole body was covered with insects, some crawling on his face, making people look scared.

But sweat flowed down his face after a pillar of incense, apparently from the excruciating pain.

Suddenly, with a few clicks, the prohibition revealed an opening, about the size of a dog's hole.

Yang Fan looked at the entrance of the cave, did not hesitate, and immediately climbed in.

As he climbed, the insects on his body kept falling, and when he was about to pass through the hole, there was no one left around him.

They all fell when they entered the "dog hole".

Under Yang Fan's perception, as soon as the insects here came into contact with the aura here, they collapsed one after another, as if they had encountered fire.

But just as he was about to walk through the cavern completely, an exclamation came from behind him, "There's someone there!" ”

Yang Fan only heard this call and did not stop, but sped up to enter.

The moment Yang Fan came in, the hole also recovered quickly, as if nothing had appeared here.

The monk outside saw that the magnificent structure was long gone, leaving only a cloud of mist. Maybe it's because of my eyes, after all, there are so many phantom arrays here.

The monk left, but he missed something he regretted.

Yang Fan was out of breath, and the pain all over his body made him numb. The bugs had bitten a lot of holes around him, and he was now covered in blood.

Yang Fan's will to support it is also collapsing little by little.

Yang Fan's eyes were full of darkness, and the light in his eyes was gradually disappearing.

All that was left was darkness, as if he was about to be swallowed up by it.

Black is nothing here but black.

"Who am I? Why am I here? ”

A weak voice struck.

I saw a phantom, Yang Fan's soul was out of his body, he kept asking himself, the farther and farther he went, the aura in his body was scurrying, and a poisonous gas was also rampant in his body, constantly devouring those aura.

Those auras were devoured and eroded by poisonous gases and turned into purer dark aura.

Yang Fan went farther and farther, repeating his questions over and over again.

Just as he was about to leave this hall, an iron sword rushed out of Yang Fan's body, and that iron sword emitted an incomparably bright light, and Yang Fan also stopped at this moment.

A trace of clarity gradually appeared in his eyes, and scenes from the past were put back in his mind.

The vicissitudes of my father's smile, the amiable face of my mother, the barbecue of four people in the sunset, and even the party in the village......

The past is like a moving picture in front of his eyes.

"Who am I?" The soul body kept repeating this phrase.

"I'm Yang Fan, and I'm a disciple of Dongji." The confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a clear one.

At this moment, a phantus appeared in his mind, a lonely figure, dressed in black, his face wrapped in a cloud of mist.

He exudes an air of solitude.

Yang Fan was frightened by the appearance of this shadow, and it was not a good thing for a figure to appear in his soul body.

"Don't be afraid, I am the master of this hall, I have now disappeared, I have left a legacy, and now I am destined to give it to you, but I have a request."

Yang Fan's knowledge that he could obtain the inheritance did not blush because of the inheritance, and his heart was calm.

There are gains and losses, and he thinks about what is lost rather than what is gained.

"Please also ask the seniors to speak clearly."

"Help me take out the bones from the Demon Emperor's Palace, I was defeated by Xiaoxiao in the first battle that year. Are you willing to do it? The dark shadow spoke very indifferently, as if telling the story of another person's fall.

This kind of indifference made Yang Fan moved, and he seemed to have a feeling of sympathy.

"Although the juniors don't know what the Demon Emperor Palace is, they admire the momentum and mentality of the seniors, and are willing to help the seniors retrieve the bones and place them here."

Yang Fan said that he was angry, he was such a character, not afraid of power.

Then the figure disappeared here, and Yang Fan's mind appeared a quaint book "Lost Scroll", this scroll was pitch black paper, and inside it was big golden characters, and the text was obscure.

Yang Fan didn't dig deeper, he returned to his body, vitality slowly appeared, and anger gradually appeared on that body.

ps: One more is sent.,The plot is not very well written.,I originally wanted to write three chapters here, but I'm afraid that too much saliva will cause dissatisfaction.。 Just synthesize a chapter.,I'll try my best to make up for the holes buried.,If there's something dissatisfied.,I can correct what's wrong.。

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