Make a windfall!

Shi Long said that there was no guardian after the seventh layer, but it was even more dangerous, and Shi Long did not disclose the specific dangers.

And the two purple spars, Wen Fan was a little dissatisfied in his heart, you guy is covered in this thing, you just give me two pieces of such a big one, it's really enough to pick the door.

"Okay, boy, you can go, although the seventh floor is full of crises, as long as you can understand a little, it will be much easier, I wish you success, I hope we still have a chance to meet!"

A hint of solemnity appeared in Wen Fan's expression, opportunities will always have crises, if it is too easy to get, then what is lost will be faster.

As long as you enter this portal, maybe your fate will end, but Wen Fan is to challenge himself, take his fate into his own hands, not be at the mercy of others, although in the whole world, Wen Fan is still very small, but Wen Fan will not be willing to be shackled by fate, in order to avoid the recurrence of Xiao Yue's affairs, he must go his own way.

If it was Lu Jiujin, I believe that if he got two pieces of purple meteorite, he would have taken it back a long time ago, this is a priceless treasure, and if he sold the entire Lu family, it may not be worth these two pieces of purple meteorite.

Wen Fan raised his head, looked at Shi Long, and said, "No maybe, I will definitely succeed, and you will definitely see me again! When the time comes, hand over all the purple fall on your body to me! Hehe......

After speaking, Wen Fan stepped into the portal, Shi Long looked at Wen Fan's disappearing figure in a daze, and muttered: "Let him in, is it right or wrong, what is the master thinking?"

Is this the seventh-layer space full of dangers, how can it be so dark?

Entering the seventh-floor space, Wen Fan's eyes were dark, as if night was coming, and he could only see a few feet away as far as his eyes could see.

Wen Fan took a few steps forward, and found that there were eerie white bones under his feet, and there were so many dry bones everywhere, what happened here?

Wen Fan took a closer look at several skulls and found that these skulls had all gone through countless years, but they had not been weathered. Only when the cultivation reaches a certain level, the bones will be so hard, and these dead people are all masters of the ninth layer or more of the Polar Gang Qi!

If these seven floors of space are as large as the previous ones, then how many people have died in this gloomy white bones all over the ground? And from these white bones, it can be seen that many of them have been severely damaged, some have broken leg bones, and some have broken skulls, and it is certain that these people died in a great battle.

The more Wen Fan thought about it, the more palpitations he felt, even if it was a war between two empires, there would not be such a tragic situation, for the first empire of the Qiankun continent like the Qiankun Empire, one more master of the Nine Layers of Bipolar Qi was enough to affect a war.

Wen Fan slowly adapted to the seven-layer space for a while, familiar with the feeling of darkness, and was able to see a little farther, although Wen Fan is in the form of stealth, but the darkness, deep and desolate here, let Wen Fan's hair stand on end, and there is a very strong resentment here.

However, it seemed that there was no danger in the divine sense, Wen Fan asked Youyou in the Origin Zhongyou: "Youyou, how is it deep here, don't you know something, can you come out?"

Youyou, who had been silent before, finally had an echo: "This was an ancient battlefield, the dead were confined here, the soul could not enter hell, and could not be reincarnated, so the resentment here is very heavy, there are a lot of undead, I can't go out, you can play by yourself, not far ahead, there will be the best weapons appear, you be careful, don't be taken away by the undead." ”

I see, the ancient battlefield, this scale is also a little too big, there are resentful undead, listening to the ghost talking about the undead, Wen Fan remembered the man in black who assassinated him, isn't it the undead skeleton that he summoned?

For this undead creature, Wen Fan really felt a little bit bitten by a snake once and was afraid of the well rope for ten years.

Wen Fan thinks that he is so sunny, so handsome, so vibrant, and what he hates most is darkness, whether it is people or the environment, even if it is sometimes cloudy, Wen Fan will feel very unhappy.

Now being in the space of the dead is a great test for Wen Fan.

There are superb weapons to take, of course, you can't miss it, and finally to the seventh floor, you can't order something real, but it's not the personality of Wen Fan.

When you take these treasures back to the national capital, you will be the richest man in the national capital if you sell them casually, and you will be happy to think about it!

Wen Fan walked forward for a while, and there were more and more white bones on the ground, and in this pile of white bones, Wen Fan finally discovered that the original best weapons were used by these dead people, and there were all kinds of weapons scattered here, the lowest order, and the first order of the best weapons.

What shocked Wen Fan was that there were at least a few hundred top-quality weapons here, and he was really rich! Wen Fanxin said, even if you pick up rags, it's not so easy, right? Picking up top-quality weapons is like picking up beans and throwing them into your bag.

Where did Wen Fan know, in fact, the best weapon here, in the ancient war, was just picked and left without anyone wanting, it was really tattered......

Wen Fan was so happy to pick up the best weapon that he had already forgotten the danger outside the clouds, and he didn't even notice that there were many shadows around him.

It's so cold, how can it be so heavy physical work, but cold without sweating, Wen Fan's heart was suddenly oppressed by an inexplicable sense of fear as if it was about to stop beating, and a gust of yin wind made Wen Fan's pores explode.

Wen Fan glanced to the side, this is not good, this look frightened Wen Fan's seven souls lost six souls, just when Wen Fan picked up the best weapon, countless half-virtual and half-real shadows appeared around Wen Fan.

Just like the undead skeleton summoned by the man in black that Wen Fan encountered, but this time, countless undead skeletons appeared densely around Wen Fan, without any warning, and suddenly appeared.

Wen Fan quickly calmed down in fright, these undead did not find themselves, but the disappearance of the best weapons on the ground attracted the attention of the undead, as long as they no longer picked it up, then there was no danger, these undead were extremely resentful, if they were discovered by these undead, the consequences would be very miserable.

Since that's the case, you have to leave here immediately, if these undead have wisdom, maybe they will lock this place down, and then search slowly, then it will be too late for them to leave.

Thinking of this, Wen Fan didn't dare to delay any longer, and picked up some of the best weapons, that was a matter of asking for money and not dying, and he could create the best weapons himself, so why risk it here.

The number of these undead is huge, and Wen Fan carefully walks around the undead, afraid that if one accidentally touches any undead, it will be a waste of effort to water the roots of a dead tree.

Wen Fan didn't know where the portal to the eighth floor was, and he didn't dare to talk to Youyou, so he had to find it when he walked around so fearlessly.

For these undead, Wen Fan's heart is very sympathetic, after all, the human body is dead, it should be reincarnated in the six realms, whether it is evil or hateful in life, good at helping others, there is finally a law of reincarnation to determine which of the six realms should be after death, but the undead here are trapped here, unable to reincarnate, and some grievances are understandable.

By the way, Wen Fan suddenly thought that his reincarnation method had not made any progress since he had cultivated to the Five Elements, and now he had a little epiphany, and he didn't know if he could help the undead here?

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