"Little brother Wenfan, what's wrong?What's wrong with it?" Luo Zhong had already destroyed several revenant skeletons in a row, but after all, he also had to consume physical strength, so he was a little out of breath when he spoke.

Wen Fan said: "These coffins are all made of a kind of wood called iron birch, which is even harder than an artifact!

"So what do we do?"

"If we want to destroy these coffins, we won't be able to! We can only kill all these dead souls, and we can't leave any of them!"

Luo Zhong didn't particularly care when he heard this, and said: "That's it, anyway, it adds up to only twenty-four revenant skeletons!"

Wen Fan nodded, this was really the only way.

Fortunately, the revenant skeletons in this burial chamber did not rush out of the coffin in one go, but always kept eight revenant skeletons.

The four people who went to smash the coffin returned in vain, and they had been fighting with the revenants for a long time, so their combat ability was not very strong.

Fortunately, Wen Fan had built a few more mahogany swords before, and now he is using them.

Giving each of these four people a peachwood sword, Wen Fan raised the tiger tooth knife in his hand and said murderously: "Let's go together!"

Wen Fan's Tiger Tooth Knife was far more shocking and lethal to the Revenant Skeleton than the Peachwood Sword, although Wen Fan was only the strength of a ninth-level Sage, but it was much easier to fight with the Revenant Skeleton than a few super ninth-level Sages in the tomb.

The eight revenant skeletons in the tomb did not hold out a single pillar of incense under the devastating attack of everyone!

Wen Fan kicked a dead soul lying on the ground and shouted, "Quick! Defend every coffin! As soon as the revenant skeleton stands up, chop it up for me immediately!"

After all, he has already broken through ten tombs, and Wen Fan also knows a lot about the revenant skeletons, and these revenant skeletons can attack as long as they stand up!

As long as you use the killer while the Revenant Skeleton has not yet locked onto the target, it will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

More than a dozen people stared at the coffin in front of them with blood-red eyes, extremely focused......

When the skeletons of the dead no longer appeared in the coffin in the tomb, everyone except Wen Fan collapsed to the ground.

"I really didn't expect the Revenant Skeleton to be killed so easily!Thank you for the help of this immortal friend, Brother Luozhong, why didn't I notice that there is such a master in your team?"

"Fei Ben, I was about to tell you that this little brother is the one hundred and twenty-eighth generation descendant of the Wen family, and we also met him by chance in the previous tomb, if he hadn't come in time at that time, then I am afraid that a few of us would have stinked into rotten meat!"

"Huh, how many generations of Wen's descendants?"

"One hundred and twenty-eight generations!"

“......”

“......”

In the article, Huan said proudly: "That's right, it's my one hundred and twenty-eighth generation of Wen's descendants, and it's my heavy ...... Grandchildren, let me tell you, Xiao Fan's master is a god-level powerhouse! This time he came to the Tomb of the Immortals to save us!"

The four surviving people in this tomb were all skeptical, but looking at the very serious expressions of these six people, and the adoring gaze when they looked at Wen Fan, they couldn't help but believe it.

Wen Fan didn't pay attention to what everyone said, but squatted down in front of a dead person in the tomb without saying a word.

In this tomb, there is not one person from each of the eight major families like Luo Zhongren.

In addition to the old man of the Wen family who was alive, the young man who had been dead for a long time in front of Wen Fan was also wearing the robes of the Wen family, and the family emblem on his chest was extremely eye-catching.

Wen Fan's face was solemn, he stretched out his hand and stroked this person's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Huan Old Ancestor, come and help me." ”

Wen Zhonghuan's expression became serious, and he walked to Wen Fan's side silently, and the two of them tidied up the dead clansmen's clothes together, and treated the wounds on their bodies briefly.

"Let him look as good as possible, even if our Wen clan dies, we will die with dignity!"

Wen Fan's words touched the nerves of everyone in the tomb, and Zhiwu, who was holding Master Zhizhang in his arms, nodded with tears in his eyes.

The other three corpses in the burial chamber were immediately surrounded by people, and all of them had a very sad feeling on their faces.

Wen Zhonghuan asked, "Xiao Fan, are we going to take him back to the family?"

Wen Fan was stunned and said: "Forget it, there are first-class coffins here, let them rest here, and die in the place where they fought, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death." ”

After moving the four corpses into the coffin and covering them, Luo Zhong sighed: "Alas, it is indeed a loss to be able to rest in such a precious coffin......

Wen Fan looked at a few empty coffins, these coffins were all made of iron birch wood materials, the iron birch itself is very rare, and its preciousness is much higher than that of treasures like artifacts!

Like the eight coffins in this burial chamber, they must at least be transformed iron birch trees!

Being able to ruthlessly kill the shapeshifting demon tree to create a coffin, this person is a demon in his own right!

Although he hated the person who built the coffin, Wen Fan didn't want such a good coffin to go to waste.

These coffins are difficult to destroy, but they can be moved.

With a flash of thought, Wen Fanshen put all the remaining four coffins into the Netherworld.

The sudden disappearance of the four coffins startled everyone!

Everyone clenched the peachwood sword in their hands!

Luo Zhongyi rushed to stand in front of Wen Fan and shouted: "The situation is not good! The coffin must be strange if it is gone! Everyone be careful, protect Wen Fan's little brother!"

Wen Fan waved his hand, "Seniors, don't be nervous, the coffin won't run away on its own long legs! It's my master who likes these four coffins very much, and plans to take them back to make a bed." ”

Luo Zhong looked at Wen Fan with a confused expression, and then looked at Wen Zhonghuan.

Wen Zhonghuan also looked confused, shrugged his shoulders blankly, looked at Wen Fan again, and then looked around the tomb.

"This, this, Xiao Fan's master is really a divine dragon, he just left, this is here again, this immortal tomb can come and go as he wants for him, it is too powerful!

Wen Fan didn't want to explain anything, and said: "Let's go to the tomb to rest for a while, and when you recover your strength, we will continue to break through the next level!"

If Wen Fan used the Origin Divine Skill to help these people recover their strength, it would be very simple and fast, but Wen Fan didn't want to try it in this tomb.

Who knows what more perverted things are going on in this Tomb of the Immortals.

From meeting six people in the previous tomb, to saving four more people in this tomb, there are now eleven people with Wen Fan.

If you count the ghost Ma Liu, that's eleven people plus a useless old ghost.

The ten people of the Eight Great Families who were rescued recovered their strength, and Wen Fan said, "Let's go into the next tomb, I hope we can still meet people who are alive." ”

Luo Zhong coughed lightly, and said with a solemn face: "Little brother Wenfan, I'm afraid we won't be able to enter the next tomb together......"

Wen Fan was stunned, "Oh? Why?"

Wen Fan thought that the members of the eight major families had a grudge against each other, but the attitude of everyone was not like it.

Luo Zhong explained: "That's the case, there are rules in the tomb of the immortals, and when you break through the level, you can only break into a tomb by eight people at most, and we have eleven people now, if Master Ling is still there, it will be twelve people......"

"And ...... rules"

Wen Fan frowned and pondered, but among the ten people of the eight major families in the tomb passage, except for Wen Zhonghuan and another old man of the Wen family, they all had their own thoughts.

Wen Zhonghuan whispered to the old man of the Wen family: "Uncle Qi, we don't have to worry, Xiao Fan will definitely take the two of us!"

As soon as he said this, everyone's hearts were even more up.

Wen Fan will definitely bring his own people, no one will doubt this, so who will the remaining five people choose?

Luo Zhong and Zhiwu and the others were better, they had known Wen Fan earlier, and thought that Wen Fan would definitely favor them when choosing.

However, the faces of the three people who broke through with the old man of the Wen family were not good-looking.

After all, if the three of them are removed, then Wen Fan will bring exactly eight people!

But in this way, the three of them will definitely die!

Even if they had the peachwood sword given by Wen Fan in their hands, they would be more than lucky, and each tomb would have at least eight fearless warrior souls.

If it were like this tomb, there would be three skeletons in each coffin, and the three of them would die a terrible death!

The sudden silence in the tomb is terrifying!

No one wants to die, and no one wants to die in this immortal tomb!

"Wen Fan Xianyou, we don't want to die here!"

As long as I can leave the tomb of the immortals alive, I am willing to saddle the horse for Wen Fan's immortal friends!

In fact, Wen Fan is not trying to take who to take and who to leave behind.

Raising his head to look at Fei Ben who was speaking, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Wen Fan's mouth.

"This senior, everyone wants to live, there's nothing wrong with that, but who must be damned?"

Fei Ben blushed and said, "Wen Fan Xianyou, I didn't mean that, in fact, I want to say that if you want to choose eight people, then you must choose the eight people with the strongest strength, so that the chance of success is much greater!, right?"

Before Fei Ben's words fell, Master Zhiwu rushed to Fei Ben's side, and asked with a sad and indignant face: "Old Fei! What do you mean by this! You mean that if we have low strength, we should wait for death, right?"

Wen Fan watched coldly and said nothing, but when he looked at Fei Ben, there was a hint of indifference and contempt in his eyes.

In fact, Wen Fan had already thought of a way to get eleven people to break into a tomb at the same time, but now his mind had changed.

Wenfan has a netherworld!

There is no restriction on Wen Fan's use of the Netherworld Space in the Tomb of the Immortals, as long as the extra three people are put into the Netherworld Mansion first!

To be continued