Grave Dragonman!

This is an extremely anti-heaven secret method in "Tomb Fan Jue", and only martial spirit double cultivation can use it, the dead air is like haze, emerging from Chen Fan's right arm, there is no fancy movement, only a phantom hand is constantly exuding dead air.

Chen Fan was also using it for the first time, his face was as pale as snow, and a little blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be extremely difficult.

Chen Fan only felt that his whole body strength and aura had been drained by this palm.

However, the palm was not officially completed, and he had to grit his teeth and recharge his strength again.

A big hand condensed with dead air, like fingers made of tombs, swayed in the air, and like the claws of a golden dragon, covering the sky and the sun, and the black air was dense.

Everyone only felt that their breath was short, and the air was filled with bursts of dead air, and the lifelessness made them stagnate.

In just a few breaths, some people in the crowd felt that something was wrong and wanted to struggle to escape.

However, the oppressive power of the dead qi burst out in an instant, and a dragon hand that seemed to be condensed from a tomb slapped down on everyone, pressing the air to "creak".

Chen Fan's whole body was shriveled, like a living dead, but the killing intent in his eyes was still there, and the big hand that had been transformed was pressed down in the air.

All the people present must die, otherwise, if the news of his evil cultivator spreads, there will be constant trouble, and even lead to death.

"Ahh

A tomb-like dragon claw was pressed down like a thunderbolt, and the ancient trees around it trembled with the force of oppression.

"Run! This is a demon! Not a man!"

I don't know who roared.

The breath of death terrified them, and a hundred meters were covered in the grave-like dragon's claws.

At this moment, they were all frightened, if this hand smashed down, they would definitely have no bones left, densely covered with black gas, covering the waning moon, and all they could see was pitch black.

"Boom......!"

Dust rose everywhere, blood splattered three feet, and the sound of tremors resounded in the sky.

A deep pit of about 100 meters was presented in front of Chen Fan, in which countless dry bones were buried, and the black clothes were beaten into powder by this palm, flying in the air.

Quiet!

Be quiet!

The Dead Grave Mountains are silent!

There was only a breeze blowing on his face, Chen Fan shook his head, and the next moment, he fell to the ground.

His shriveled body, without a trace of strength and aura, if any mortal came now, he could easily trample him to death.

The Tomb Dragon Hand is a secret method, and with his current realm, he can beat a hundred meters of Grave Hand, which is already the limit.

However, the power of the Tomb Dragon Hand's backlash hollowed out his whole body's strength and aura.

Chen Fan grinned miserably, his whole body swayed, the breath of death gradually hit, he seemed to see his own way back, and his eyes were full of snow tears.

Senior sister, Xiao Fan is gone, you should be ruthless and lonely!

Suddenly, Chen Fan's eyes turned into a little girl, in the snow and frost, the little girl was wrapped in a thin robe, looking for food in the heavy snow, freezing purple, and not looking back.

If the little girl was cold, she hugged her chest tightly with her petite little hands.

In the cold night, the little girl returned to the thatched hut that was ventilated everywhere, crying affectionately, and calling Chen Fan's name again and again.

Lonely crying and shouting, two lines of tears moistened the little girl's cheeks, she climbed onto the swaying bamboo bed, hugged the little boy lying on the bamboo bed tightly with both hands, and used her own body temperature to drive away the cold for the little boy

......

As soon as the picture turned, the little girl waded through mountains and rivers, came to Wei Wei's Qixuanmen alone, and was stopped by a proud mountain guard, the little girl knelt on her knees, begged bitterly, and begged for a pill with her petite flesh and blood.

All this constantly flickered in Chen Fan's eyes.

The little girl in the picture is the senior sister Bai Shuiyao, and the one who is seriously injured and lying on the bamboo bed is Chen Fan.

Seeing the long whip hit on his senior sister's back, Chen Fan's heart ached, and it hurt more than being stabbed in the heart.

"I can't die. ”

"I can't die, my sister must be very lonely alone. ”

Chen Fan repeatedly told himself in his mind.

At this moment, he was afraid of death, afraid that after he died, his senior sister would be lonely, she would be sad and crying, she would be beaten with a long whip, and her petite body would be covered with bruises.

He struggled with his shriveled body, and the only remaining trace of thought made him stand up again.

However, less than a cup of tea just stood up, there was a "bang" and he fell again.

The only remaining remnants of the thought also fell away, and he completely fainted.

......

I don't know how long it has been!

Chen Fan only felt that those heavy eyes couldn't be opened no matter what.

Am I dead?

Alas, the senior sister must be heartbroken, and she still can't change her fate if she lives again.

Chen Fan only felt a breeze blowing on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

One more day will be the time of the death of the senior sister in the previous life, and it will also happen to be the first day of the senior sister's ten-year-old.

In the last life, the senior sister just entered the age of ten and died of depression, and in this life, the senior sister will definitely die for her own death tomorrow.

Fate is many, death is decided, and there is no result against the sky.

Wait, this gust of wind is so familiar.

Suddenly, Chen Fan used all his strength to open his heavy eyes, and at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Chen Fan saw that there were rows of tombstones, like gods and generals who were about to go on an expedition, and a faint mist shrouded the group of graves, making this place like a fairyland.

Chen Fan looked dazed, looking at the rows of graves, the grave bags were raised, and the tombstones stood solemnly, which made him gasp.

The tomb of Tianzun Nine Heavens "Lone King Duan Qingge" ......

The tomb of Tianzun Nine Heavens "Sword Immortal Zhongli" ......

The tomb of the peak of Tianzun "Killing God Sword Flying Mighty"......

The tomb of the Holy Venerable Nine Heavens "Wuji Dao Man" ......

"Wuji Daoist, I'm back here again, what's going on!Am I not dead?" Chen Fan shuddered and roared.

He stared at the grave bags, which made him wonder about the tombstones of life, and he wanted to find someone to ask what was going on.

However, in the silent Kunwu Mountain, only the evil gas turned into fog, and the tombstones were clustered, and no one could answer his question.

"Whew!"

A breeze blew, Chen Fan's body was cold, and his body shook, only then did he notice that he was shirtless, and his immature little hands were fat, just looking at these hands, Mo Yue was only about three years old.

"Shhhh

There was a tingling in the head, and a mixed memory emerged from the sea of souls.

In his memory, it was like a dream, in which he was reborn in his young body and practiced a strange exercise called "Tomb Recipe".

And in his dream, because of a secret method in the "Tomb Recipe", called the Tomb Dragon Hand, in the end, he was counterattacked and died tragically on the periphery of the Dead Tomb Mountain Range.

"Ah......h

After a while, the memory became clearer and clearer, and the little girl wrapped in a thin robe in the frost and snow had been in Chen Fan's mind for a long time, lingering.

"No, no, no, it's not a dream, I'm in a dream right now. ”

Chen Fan hugged his head and cried and roared, he couldn't believe it, all this was a dream, if this was the case, he would rather sleep forever.

However, looking at the rows of familiar tombstones, and his living self, he began to be confused.

"Ah!" Chen Fan aimed at the tombstone of the Wuji Daoist and smashed it with a fist.

"Bang!", Chen Fan's little hand tingled, and a drop of blood flowed out, and the pain made him sure that he was not in a dream.

He staggered back and sat on the ground, he couldn't believe that the days with his senior sister were just a dream, and he was exhausted.

"That's right, Tomb Recipe. "Chen Fan is a spirit.

If the days with his senior sister are a dream, then the Tomb Buddha is also a non-existent exercise, and he really wants to try whether he can practice the Tomb Buddha Technique, and if he can, then it can prove that this is not a dream.

Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the spot and began to channel the dead qi around him, surging towards him.

There are so many supreme deaths here, and the dead air is heavier than the dead air of the graveyard of the Dead Grave Mountain Range.

In less than a moment, Chen Fan's petite body as small as jade, covered with black gas filaments, surrounded him, and the dead qi grabbed from his skin and pores into his limbs and internal organs.

"Bang!", Chen Fan broke through the Qi Cultivation Heaven.

"Bang!"

About three hours later, Chen Fan broke through the dual heaven of qi training, and this breakthrough speed made Chen Fan smack.

Two black auras wrapped around him, making him suddenly overjoyed.

"The tomb recipe is true, and the senior sister is also true, but how can I go back?" Chen Fan was first surprised, and then muttered in annoyance.

Chen Fan found that he was now a living person, with flesh and blood, thinking, and soul, which made him completely blindfolded.

He stood up abruptly, and with a breeze on his face, he began to look around, walking aimlessly.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Chen Fan couldn't help but shiver.

He turned around slowly, and what caught his eyes was an old man with gray hair, staggering, and shaking in three steps.

The old man, with an old wrinkled face, a jug of wine in his right hand and a broken lamp in the other, threw his head up and poured a mouthful of wine every few steps.

A gray cloth robe was worn on the old man's body, with a broken blade hanging from his waist and a pendant on his chest.

When Chen Fan saw the pendant, his mouth grew and he couldn't fall for a long time.

"Nine-colored pendant!" Chen Fan was taken aback.

"Old man, who are you? Why is my sister's pendant on you? Chen Fan was furious, pointed at the old man and roared.

However, the gray-haired old man was stunned, and staggered towards the rows of tombstones, sometimes taking a sip of turbid wine, sometimes shaking his head.

After a while, Chen Fan saw the old man take out a handful of gray cloths and wipe the dust off the tombstone.

A!

Two pieces!

About three hours later, the gray-haired old man finished cleaning the tombstone before shaking the flask and taking a sip of wine.

The white-haired old man was so serious that he forgot to drink when he cleaned the tombstones.

After the old man took a sip of wine, he took the flickering lamp and walked slowly towards Chen Fan, he looked at Chen Fan carefully, and then muttered a few words.

However, Chen Fan didn't understand a word, but he probably knew that the old man was talking to him.

Seeing Chen Fan's blank face, the old man smiled faintly at Chen Fan, took out a long gray cloth coat from the storage ring, and draped it on Chen Fan's body.

Then, the white-haired old man stretched out his hand and motioned for Chen Fan to go this way, and then, the old man shook in three steps and walked towards the path up Kunwu Mountain.

Chen Fan only felt that this old man was very strange, any object on his body was the treasure of the Tianyuan Continent, and even the nine-colored pendant of the senior sister was hung on his chest.

However, the old man did not have a trace of murderous intent towards him, so he followed the old man's steps and walked up.