The door of the product is of great color, and if you push it gently, it will be opened......

A long-deposited putrid yin qi came, and it only made people sick.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan looked surprised, looked at his jealous hand blankly, and then groaned.

He didn't think the dark golden door would be so easy to push open.

It turned out that when he had just touched this gate with his hand, he felt an unstoppable force, like a rock that had not moved for a thousand years, even if his supernatural power was ten times stronger, it could not be shaken.

However, at that moment, the "Demon Flame" deep in his body suddenly jumped in some strange way, and the rhythm was extremely strange.

Then the golden gate opened.

Other words. It was opened automatically, not by Yang Fan's own power.

Such a scene is really incredible.

Faintly, Yang Fan felt that this thousand-year-old tomb was inextricably linked with the Nine Demon Demons he had cultivated.

His intuition told him that even if a high-ranking monk came in person, it would be difficult to open this dark golden door.

In the dark, Yang Fan had the illusion that he seemed to have stepped into some mysterious whirlpool of fate.

Nine Demon Skills, Demon Power Conquers the World, Shocking the Past and Present.

Then, there is no such thing as a free dinner.

"Is it a blessing or a curse to cultivate this skill?"

Yang Fan stood in front of the golden gate in a daze and began to ponder.

After a long time, there was a light in his eyes, and there was a faint unyielding battle intent on his body.

Yang Fan laughed at himself, although I practice this set of magic skills, my biggest hole card and reliance is not it.

All along, no matter how powerful and violent the Nine Ghost Demon Skill was. But he can't escape the inclusive and infinite constraints of the anti-heaven immortal Hongjue.

Take a deep breath. He stretched his senses and walked towards the dark golden door.

Here, that oppressive force has become several times stronger, and Yang Fan's divine sense basically has little effect here, and even the sense of peace in omniscient mode can only map the range of a few zhang in a radius.

As soon as he walked into the door, Yang Fan's figure suddenly froze, and his eyes were fixed on the things beside him. Suddenly, his body stiffened in place, and his vest was cold.

On each side of Yang Fan stood a row of metal statues, wrapped in iron armor.

Unwitting people come in and think they're statues. It's a dead thing.

But. Yang Fan didn't think so, because he had such a thing before.

These are puppets!

Shame on the puppet! Iron puppet.

At this moment, on both sides of the distance from Yang Fanzhang, there were eight iron-armored puppets standing on each side.

Combined, there are a total of sixteen ironclad puppets in the two rows.

Yang Fan understood what that meant.

In this indoor space, if these ironclad puppets attack at the same time, it will be quite a master in the foundation building period.

At the same time, facing the attack of sixteen foundation building stage puppets, even high-level monks had to retreat.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, a cold sweat on his back, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Standing in place for a long time, these iron-armored puppets did not move at all, but the long halberd in their hands that shone with cold brilliance exuded a dignified murderous aura.

"It's giving up. Or go in?"

Yang Fan was thinking about this.

There is no doubt that if he gives up now, he with the "Xiangyun Boots" can leave this place in an instant, and thus leave with his whole body.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan looked determined and continued to walk inside.

The scene of opening the door just now made him think a little. The reason why I was able to enter here was because of chance, otherwise I would not have been able to open this door.

The pace was steady, Yang Fan walked forward slowly, and the two rows of ironclad guards next to him were like executioners.

Step by step, he stepped out of the range of the ironclad puppet, and couldn't help but exhale lightly.

Yang Fan felt that his will and courage had improved after this tempering.

At this time, he began to look closely at the room, and found that it looked like a temple, and the walls around it were carved with ancient reliefs.

There is a demon head on the relief, standing proudly above the nine heavens, under his feet is the rolling clouds, there are countless immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and even the figure of Buddha cultivation, all kinds of magic weapons, sword light, light, echoing in this place, for a time the wind roared and the small thunder and lightning roared. It is majestic and immense, as grand as an epic.

Yang Fan looked at it for a while, but didn't figure out what was going on. But it is speculated that this may be some part of history on the Dongsheng continent.

The history of Dongsheng Continent can be traced back to millions of years ago, he is only a low-level monk, he has lived for only twenty years, of course, he can't see through the content of this relief.

However, a tall and heavy stone statue standing at the other end of the main hall caught his attention.

This stone statue depicts an unknown demon head, with a long black river under his feet, like a black dragon that destroys the world, with a purple-black crescent mark on his forehead, and his hands behind his back, standing proudly between the vast world and the world.

"That's it

Yang Fan stared at the demon head shaped by the stone statue, or the demon god.

The purple-black crescent mark on the man's forehead caught Yang Fan's attention.

Then, he turned his head to look at the devil on the relief who stood proudly above the nine heavens and looked down on all beings in the world.

"This stone statue and the demon on this relief are clearly one person. ”

Yang Fan exhaled lightly and began to guess the identity of this demon of the world.

Retracting his gaze, he paid attention to what was beside the stone statue of the Demon God.

On either side of the statue, there are two sarcophagus, shrouded in a layer of dark black light, in a sealed state.

There is a stone table in front of the stone statue of the demon god, which is a little abrupt,

The stone table seems to be fused with the stone statue. There are a few things on it:

A black booklet, a rusty key, and a map of animal skins of unknown material.

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he walked towards the stone table, and carefully sensed it, but he didn't feel the existence of Ren Zhou's aura fluctuations or other formations.

In other words, these items can be taken at will.

With a bit of caution and curiosity, Yang Fan walked to the stone table, slowly raised his hand, and observed the two rows of ironclad guards next to the gate with the corner of his eye.

In his thoughts, among the known crises in the main hall at this moment, there were only sixteen iron-armored puppets.

His hand was about to reach the black booklet.

At this time, Yang Fan faintly felt a crisis.

Call!

He immediately withdrew his hand and retreated beyond the bounds of his hand.

After thinking about it, he sacrificed the mysterious black whip.

Standing for a moment, Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and a phantom figure broke through the air.

Sou!

The mysterious black whip stretched out the black booklet and rolled it down.

Suddenly, a mutation suddenly occurred.

I saw three small dark holes open from the underside of the stone table.

Woohoo!

Three phantom-like cold rays of light shot out from the small hole, wrapped in a layer of blue glow, roaring. The speed is astonishing.

airplanes

A strange wave of fluctuation emanated from this blue glow, which made Yang Fan's blood churn. The soul trembled slightly. He couldn't imagine how he would be hurt if he was really in it.

Puff puff!

Three phantom cold lights hit the wall on the other side, half an inch deep, swaying up and down, making a "buzzing" sound.

Yang Fan sighed in surprise and looked at the three silver needles on the wall, and there was a layer of blue glow on them. "Could this be the legendary "Soul Piercing Needle" in the immortal cultivation world?

Yang Fan felt a shudder.

The Soul Stinging Needle is a magic weapon made of a special material that can cause great damage to the soul of monks.

This object is extremely rare, and its characteristic is that even if it is not injected with mana, it can cause pinprick damage to the soul after hitting the target.

If you attach your divine consciousness to it and take it with your mind, you can also increase the damage.

Yang Fan didn't care about the few soul stabbing needles, but observed the black booklet he had just gotten in his hand.

When Yang Fan saw this booklet for the first time, he felt a hint of familiarity. At this moment, when you look at it, there are several handwriting on it:

The Nine Demon Sutras, Volume II

See these words. Yang Fan couldn't help but beat faster.

hurriedly put it into the Xianhong space, and took out another copy of the "Nine Ran Demon Sutra Front Volume".

"No wonder I was able to get into this so easily, it was really due to chance. ”

Yang Fan finally figured out some questions.

He looked up at the stone statue of the demon god in front of him again, and he already had an inference in his heart: The person depicted in this stone statue could it be the Nine Demon Lords who looked down on the human world in ancient times?

Suddenly, the Nine Demon Qi in his body operated in a strange way, and the stone statue of the Demon God in front of him seemed to come to life, the man suddenly stretched out a hand, and a nether flame popped out, Yang Fan only felt that a shocking demonic power had descended, and he was as small as a drop of water in the sea.

Burst!

The Nether Demon Flame in his palm involuntarily jumped out, as if he wanted to compete with a similar Demon Flame in the Demon God's hand.

At the same time, a demonic aura poured out from his body like a tide.

"Not good!"

Yang Fan suddenly exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly withdrew the Nether Demon Flame. and suppressed the Nine Demons Qi in his body.

Swish!

The stone statue of the demon god that was still lifelike just now has turned into a dead thing again, but there seems to be a little more amusement and ridicule in that charm.

Nothing

A terrifying sound came from the tomb hall on the other side, and a drop of demonic qi rushed to the sky. The earth-shattering demonic power centered on the main hall where the headless demon corpse was located, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

Suddenly, everywhere the magic power reached, the creatures trembled, and there was silence, as if all the creatures were dead.

It was an ineffable power that went straight into the soul.

"Oops, the house is awake

Yang Fan looked horrified, what he was most afraid of happening had happened after all.

In the depths of the pitch-black hall, the headless demon corpse that was a few feet tall slowly stood up, and streams of ripple-like demonic qi swept away in all directions, within a range of dozens of zhang, it was enough to melt gold and iron.

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The sound was terrifying, terrifying.

"What now?"

Yang Fan took a deep breath. The demonic energy in his body had been completely suppressed, but the headless demon corpse seemed to have completely awakened.

Bang bang!

The thousand-year-old headless demon corpse began to move forward, making Yang Fan's heart beat faster.

Sou!

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, waved the mysterious black whip in his hand, and took away the key and map on the stone table.

Immediately, the silver light wave of the "Xiangyun Boots" under his feet trembled, and a silver arc of light flashed in the temple.

Swish!

In an instant, he moved to the entrance of the dark golden gate, only to see the headless demon corpse that exuded a terrifying demonic aura.

At this moment, in the face of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse that could kill a high-level monk, is there still a chance for him to escape, a low-level monk who is as small as an ant?