Chapter 64 The Iron Face is Inseparable

Laugh at...

Lin Fan's figure pierced the sky, rushed up a long ribbon of smoke and went straight to the altar. Along the way, two rows of white marble pillars soaring into the sky kept flashing rapidly, and only the sound of the strong wind tearing the eardrums in my ears was in my ears!

The distance of the dilapidated white marble passage was not too long, and it only took Lin Fan four or five breaths to cross the distance of hundreds of meters and leap to the open space below the altar.

If you don't face the mountains, you don't know the majesty of the mountains, you don't know the abyss, you don't know the depths of the abyss...

Looking from a distance and looking at it up close is not a conceptual thing at all! Until the moment he stood here, Lin Fanfang had a strong visual impact looking up at the sky and being like an ant!

The huge altar in front of me is completely dark, and the mysterious stone is crawling with the desolate traces of time, like a mountain that has come out of the ancient myth of the flood and famine, high and cloudy, and wide and wide...

A vast ancient aura that made the hairs of the whole body stand up diffused from above, and the blood flowing in the body had a sign of wanting to congage and freeze under the oppression of this ancient and terrifying aura.

Lin Fan's scalp was numb, and his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move and dominate for half a day.

He looked up as if he were looking up at a giant at his feet. The altar is in the shape of an inverted awl, and a stone staircase that stretches into the clouds leads to the top, and the higher it goes, the wider it becomes, and at the top is the place where the bones of the Tuokun ox are placed.

The last inheritance is also there!

What made Lin Fan feel terrified was that he saw that on the continuous stone staircase, there were all kinds of remnants and spiritual treasure fragments, and there were still rows of blood of different colors left in it, some dark red, some black, and some mysterious blood with purple and red colors.

Regardless of the color, these blood emit a terrifying energy that makes people's hearts palpitate, the higher it goes, the stronger the energy overflow of the blood, obviously the strength of its previous master is extraordinary, I am afraid that all of them are powerful people who have participated in the creation of merit!

It's just that for some reason, all the blood ended up on this stone staircase.

The mystery of antiquity has always puzzled modern people. What kind of bizarre fantasy world was that era, and what kind of legendary past was it filled with......

Lin Fan didn't know, all of his current mind was suddenly attracted to the stone staircase, about twenty steps from the bottom of the altar, on a piece of jet-black blood!

His pupils were dilated and he could no longer move a single step.

From there, Lin Fan inexplicably felt a sense of resonance, familiarity and sadness from the depths of his own blood. That feeling is like facing deep mourning and nostalgia for one's own origin.

On the side of the blood, a chilling spear was stuck straight into the stone staircase, the spear was simple and unremarkable, the whole body was dark, there was a faint trace of golden runes spreading on it, and the junction between the spear head and the body of the spear was entangled and covered by pieces of scales covered with a cold metallic luster, like dragon scales.

The tip of a bright spear, about two and a half inches, spit out from the ancient scales, and a terrifying fluctuation that was extremely sharp came down from above, as if nothing in the world could resist the stabbing of this spear!

Lin Fan's eyelids fluttered, even if he was slow to react, he finally came to his senses at this time. If nothing else, the owner of this bloodstain should be the ancestor of his Lin family, the rumored second divine punishment chief of the 749 bureau.

Only he can arouse the strong resonance of the blood in his body like this!

And the name of the peerless spear on the side was also about to come out in Lin Fan's heart at this moment, I am afraid that it is Ji Zetian's mouth, the intermediate spirit soldier of the Lin family-Dajing Ancient Spear!

"Huh, someone!"

Lin Fan's heart was unbearably surging, and he reluctantly forcibly moved his gaze from the spear, and he found that next to a rotten tree trunk at the foot of the altar, there was still a young girl unconscious at this time.

Looking at the modern clothes on his body and the crystal necklace around his neck, it was confirmed that his identity was a freshman who had entered the trial of the ninth trial base!

Someone has already entered here before they do?

At the thought, Lin Fan chuckled in his heart, and suddenly a trace of uneasiness flashed, and his face was cloudy.

He looked at the delicate shadow leaning against the trunk of the tree, wearing a white knee-length palace dress, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and seductive slender calves, like a delicate shadow in a state of deep sleep, and all kinds of doubts came one after another in his heart.

"Could it be that someone has already taken the lead?" Lin Fan gritted his teeth, unwilling to step forward to wake up the girl, he wanted to know what had happened here before.

How many strong people have entered here, and what about the inheritance of Tuokun Niu? Why did she lie here unscathed and for no reason......

There were too many questions, and Lin Fan took a step towards the ancient tree that had already decayed most of it, and only a bare trunk remained.

Could it be that he worked hard for so long, and finally made a wedding dress for others? Lin Fan's eyes flashed, full of a look of regret and disappointment.

The line of sight was getting closer and closer to the girl, and when it reached a certain critical value, the girl's pretty face finally came into Lin Fan's eyes.

Lin Fan was shocked on the spot, his heart slowed down by half a beat, and in an instant, a strange electric current slashed through every pore of his body.

It's beautiful... This was the first thought that popped into Lin Fan's mind, if in his previous ten years of life, he could find someone who could compare with the beauty of the girl in front of him, except for Xue Simiao, there was only Su Mingyue.

Different from Xue Simiao's worldly beauty and Su Mingyue's classical elegance, this girl's appearance is more inclined to the playfulness and cuteness of a witch princess.

Even if he is asleep at this time, the corners of his mouth that are slightly pouting and uplifting, there is an invisible cuteness in it.

Lin Fan's footsteps became a little stiff in an instant, as if his legs no longer belonged to him at this moment, and the whole person was deeply attracted by the girl's appearance and couldn't extricate himself.

Whoosh!

But suddenly, several subtle sounds of breaking wind sounded in Lin Fan's ears, and a strong aura of death that made him shiver all over his body spread in the air.

Lin Fan reflexed, his body was like a spring shifting a few centimeters in place, and a few tiny black rays passed through his shirt dangerously and dangerously.

Qiang Qiang ......

The black light stabbed the huge altar behind Lin Fan, leaving several sparks on the surface of the broad stone, and at the same time emitted a metallic trembling sound.

It was only then that Lin Fan could see clearly what the attacking thing was, on the surface of his dark altar, several silver needles as thin as cow's hair were embedded straight into the hard stone wall, and a biting chill flowed on the slender needle body.

Lin Fan had no doubt that if he had allowed these needles to pierce himself just now, he would still be standing here now.

Laugh at!

As if he didn't want Lin Fan to have a buffer time, a long sword with a blood-red body like blood condensation slashed through the air, and a thunderous arc slashed out from Lin Fan's left shoulder.

"Humph!"

Lin Fan's face was cold, and he snorted coldly in his nose, he hated it most when someone played sneak attack.

The light flashed in his hand, and the spear collected in Lin Daoxian's bracelet appeared in his hand, and the barrel of the spear danced with a howling wind, colliding with the strange blood-red long sword.

Boom!

The crisp sound of metal collision sounded, but when Lin Fan's pupils suddenly widened, the stainless steel spear in his hand was actually broken into two under the blood-red long sword.

It's neat and clean, without a hint of mud and water!

"What kind of sword is this?" Lin Fan held two severed spears in his hands, his heart was shocked, and his eyes suddenly looked to his left.

In the dusty yellow wind, a man whose face was covered by a strange bronze mask, dressed in ethnic minority costumes, and only showed a pair of eyes, appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.

It's just that Lin Fan's gaze was all locked on by the blood-red demonic long sword in his hand, and his dark eyes could no longer accommodate anything else...

"How does this sword feel... So similar to the sword of the ancient mythology?"

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