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This majestic atmosphere is simple and vicissitudes of the hall, like a giant dragon horizontally, covering hundreds of miles, the tone of pitch black like ink, making this hall appear extraordinarily solemn, the four corners of the hall, there are four holy beasts gilt carving to suppress it,

With the endless fairy light twilight, make this hall more profound and far-reaching, the faint ancient bell in the hall is melodious, resounding in it, all kinds of brilliance wrapped in the psychic vessel, shuttling in the clouds and mist, looming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A black-haired and black-eyed teenager, walking towards the most central chaotic twilight, the closer he gets here, the more he can feel the chaotic twilight in the center, like a compressed aura, taking a breath makes people have a feeling of feathering and ascending to immortals,

However, this kind of chaotic twilight spiritual power is too terrifying, if you cultivate here, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort, but ordinary people can't withstand this kind of strong aura impact at all, this aura is too strong and domineering.

Even if he doesn't cultivate here, just passing by here, Yifan feels the impact of a spiritual power in his body, this power is too domineering, and even has a feeling of dying from an explosion.

In addition, gradually approaching the chaotic twilight, the stronger the strong feeling like the wind tearing, if it weren't for Yifan's vigorous blood, I am afraid that the extraordinary physique would be directly torn to pieces,

Even so, the clothes on Yifan's body were torn off, and a sense of squeezing of space surged towards him, and the golden armor also emerged from the surface of his body at this moment.

There is no imaginary golden light, endless brilliance, shining in all directions, but a kind of low-key dormancy, a kind of introverted charm, the appearance of the golden armor, so that Yifan is overjoyed, and the pressure disappears in an instant.

Yifan sighed at the miracle of this golden armor, with the protection of the golden armor, Yifan finally walked into the chaos twilight, to Yifan's surprise, looking at it from the outside, it was like an initial place, shrouded in chaos and cloudy.

But after Yifan came here, he felt an extremely strange silence, the space here was not so hazy, only some dark light shone.

If it weren't for the atmosphere and style here, it would be like a peaceful place, without any danger at all, and there would even be a sense of epiphany, ethereal.

In this way, the golden armor also faded, as if it had never appeared at all, but this retreat didn't matter, because the original Gangfeng had torn off his clothes, so the disappearance of the golden armor was replaced by the emperor's new clothes.

Yifan couldn't help but be stunned, quickly looked around, and hurriedly took out a piece of clothing from the space ring and put it on, but what made Yifan a little puzzled was that this time Xiao Fang didn't tease him.

Yifan tried to wake him up, but there was no response except for some faint light on the body of Fang Tian's painting halberd, Yifan sighed, it seems that Xiao Fang's injury is really a little not optimistic.

Yifan raised his head and began to look at the world, and then he found that there were four stone monuments standing here, three of which stood side by side on a clearing, and where an even larger stone monument stood quietly,

The momentum completely suppressed the other three, and then look at this stone stele, all of them have some ancient runes engraved on it, and the stele has left traces of time, and the ancient color has penetrated the entire stele.

What's more, there were already two figures under two of the stone tablets, sitting quietly, as if enlightened, and their bodies were all shrouded in a faint light.

These two people are Dugu Qingyun and Gongsun Zhan, even if Dugu Qingyun is in a deep inheritance, he can't change that natural arrogance, and he has a very dazzling light around him, as if he has received great benefits.

His ** is glowing, his forehead bone seems to have a real dragon circling, as if the son of God came into the world, extremely sacred, Gongsun Zhan is also sitting under another stone tablet, the clothes around him swelled up, and his long hair was flying, like a god and demon descending into the world.

Yifan didn't look too much, he also walked to another stele, his footsteps were only within ten meters of the stele, and a powerful aura emanated from the stele.

It was as if this stele had been activated, the stele was cold, the wind rose suddenly, and a strong and domineering tearing force and impact force acted on his body in an instant, and Yifan was blasted out of the hundreds of meters.

Yifan turned over, put away Fang Tian's halberd, and walked forward again, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and then the voice of the long-lost old man came out again.

"Congratulations, you have come to this place where the final creation of the cave mansion is made, you can come here, it shows that your strength is very strong, but if you want to accept the inheritance, you must give up all foreign defenses, and you have done a good job of this" The voice was full of approval.

Yifan asked, "How can I accept the inheritance, please ask the seniors to make it clear"

"En, you are indeed much more polite than these two guys, these two guys, but they are quite reckless, if you want to accept the inheritance, you must rely on your own ability to go to the stone tablet, and get the approval of the stone tablet before you can do it" The old man said.

The old voice then said, "These three stone tablets are left by the three sages under the deity back then, which is really good, but do you see the largest one, that is the creation left by the deity, where for ordinary monks,

It's not attractive at all, because the deity is a spiritual cultivator, and the things in it may be very attractive to spiritual cultivators, but for ordinary monks, it is useless, I mean if you are interested, you can give it a try."

Yifan asked, "Isn't it very difficult, otherwise why wouldn't the two of them go?"

"Hehe, what Xiaoyou said is good, these three steles are just a test of physical fitness and talent, and the stele left by the deity is a test of the soul and the primordial spirit, the danger is extremely high, because this kind of spiritual test involves the primordial spirit, of course, if you don't want to become a spiritual cultivator,

Or if you are a spiritual cultivator and do not want to take risks, you can choose not to go, you can also obtain the inheritance of one of the three holy stone tablets, alas, if you also give up, then this time waiting for someone who is destined will be a failure," the old man sighed.

Yifan asked, "Then please tell the seniors that there is a holy relic for repairing the soul in the stone tablet of the Heavenly Venerable Venerable One."

When the old man heard this, there seemed to be hope in his tone and said, "Yes, as long as you can pass the test of the deity, then you will obtain a inheritance comparable to the existence of the Great Emperor, there may be few magic weapons and holy relics related to monks, but there are absolutely holy relics related to souls and primordial gods."

Yifan said firmly, "Then I'll go and break through"

The old man smiled and said, "I wish you success, if you can succeed, I will be liberated, and I will no longer have to wait here for hundreds of years."

The old man's voice then disappeared again, Yifan thought about Xiao Fang, he decided to fight, because he wanted to become a spiritual cultivator, in order to rescue his grandfather, in order to protect the people he loved, he had to be strong.

And it is difficult to cultivate both spiritual and martial arts, but behind the difficulty is a powerful force, and a person who is afraid of death will never become a strong person.

Yifan crossed the Sage Stone Tablet and walked towards the huge Stone Tablet that far surpassed the other three, this Stone Tablet could be said to have no spiritual power fluctuations, even on the body of the Tablet. There are no rune engravings,

Yifan approached step by step, and there was no obstruction, so he approached the stele, this stele is like a stele, ordinary can not be ordinary stele anymore, Yifan touched this stele with his hands.

Suddenly, Yifan seemed to be pulled by something, his mind was ethereal, he stood in front of the stele in a daze, still maintaining, his fingers touching the stele posture,

His eyes were dilated, as if he had lost his soul and turned into a walking corpse, but in Yifan's consciousness, the world in front of him was very different.

In his consciousness he was in a desolate wilderness, facing a pack of thousands of wolves, opening his mouth wide and revealing his terrifying fangs, his hooves and claws protruding, his eyes bursting with green light, and his bloodthirsty color filled his eyes.

So many wolves were terrifying, rushing towards this fan, Yifan pulled out the Fang Tian painting halberd, the halberd swept out to the sky, in his eyes, there was no fear, but endless killing intent, and surging battle intent.

The war halberd swept, the blood splashed, I don't know how many wolves have died in it, under his war halberd, Fang Tian's halberd is like a broken bamboo, and the air waves are rolling out, the edge is breathtaking, the cold light is flickering, and the combat power is incomparable.

But Yifan is not a god, so many desert wolves, densely packed as if they are inexhaustible, constantly rushing towards Yifan, the surrounding wolf corpses have already piled up, and the blood is flowing like a river.

Yifan had already turned into a bloody man, still tirelessly looking forward and slashing, forgetting that the oracle bones on his shoulders had already been bitten apart, forgetting that his chest had been torn apart by sharp claws, revealing Sensen's white bones, and blood was gushing.

Finally, Yifan fell, covered and submerged by thousands of wolves, and until the moment he died, he was still unyieldingly waving the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand.

"Boom"

Yifan maintained that posture in front of the stele, and suddenly a spiritual force rushed out of the stele, sweeping out towards Yifan, Yifan's primordial spirit instantly returned to the body, "Wow" Yifan spit out a mouthful of blood,

Coughing up blood, the spirit was sluggish, Yifan was traumatized, Yifan raised his head and looked at the stele, the stele was still so calm, there was nothing unusual.

Yifan sat cross-legged under the stone tablet, began to heal his wounds, and recovered his blood, he took out a pill of Pei Yuan Dan to stabilize the injury, where to breathe quietly,

After a short time, he stood up again and walked to the stone tablet, his external injuries had been recuperated, but the wounds of his soul could not be healed, and this kind of injury could not be repaired even by years, and he could only find special medicine.

Yifan did not flinch, walked to the stele, stretched out his hand again, and touched the stele, "boom" his consciousness was clear for a while, and then he came to the battlefield that he had just left, accompanied by a wolf howl, and the cruel and bloody battle began again.

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