Chapter 235 Awakening! The Thousand-year-old Headless Demon Corpse

The dark golden door opened immediately with a light push.

A long-deposited stinky yin energy comes, which only makes people sick.

“Huh?”

Yang Fan looked surprised, staring at his hand blankly, and then pondered.

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

It turned out that when he just touched the door with his hands, he felt an unstoppable force, like a rock that has not moved for thousands of years, and even if his magical power is ten times stronger, he cannot shake it.

But at that moment, the "Yigu Demon Flame" deep inside his body suddenly jumped in some strange way, with an extremely strange rhythm.

Then, the golden door opened.

In other words, it is automatically opened, not Yang Fan's own power.

Such a scene is really incredible.

In a vaguely, Yang Fan felt that this thousand-year tomb was closely related to the Nine Nether Demonic Art he had practiced.

Intuition told him that even if a high-level monk came in person, it would be difficult to open the dark golden gate.

In the dark, Yang Fan had an illusion that he seemed to have stepped into a mysterious vortex of fate.

The Nine Nether Demonic Art has the power of the world and shocks ancient and modern times.

Then, there was no vain dinner in the world.

"Is this good fortune or a disaster to practice this skill?"

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

After a long time, the divine light shook in his eyes, and a sense of unyielding fighting spirit rose faintly on his body.

Yang Fan laughed at himself. Although I practiced this magic skill, my biggest trump card and reliance was not it.

For a long time, no matter how powerful and violent the Nine Nether Demonic Art is, it cannot escape the unlimited constraints of the Immortal Hong Jue.

Taking a deep breath, he unfolded his senses and walked into the dark golden door.

Here, the suppressive force became several times stronger. Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness basically had little effect here. Even the senses in the omniscient mode could only map a range of several meters.

As soon as he walked into the door, Yang Fan suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the things beside him.

In an instant, his body was stiff and his vest became cold.

There are rows of metal statues on each side of Yang Fan, with iron armor wrapped in the outside.

Uninformed people came in and thought they were statues and dead objects.

However, Yang Fan didn't think so, because he had ever owned such a thing.

These are all puppets!

Puppet! Iron armor puppet.

At this moment, eight iron armored puppets stood on each side about a staircase from Yang Fan.

The two rows combined have a total of sixteen iron armored puppets.

Yang Fan understood what this means.

In this indoor space, if these iron-armored puppets launch an attack at the same time, it is equivalent to sixteen masters in the foundation-building stage.

At the same time, facing the attacks of sixteen foundation-building puppets, even high-level monks have to retreat.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he did not dare to act rashly.

Standing there for a long time, these iron-armored puppets did not move at all, but the cold halberds flashed in their hands exuded a murderous aura.

"Are you giving up or going in?"

Yang Fan is thinking about this issue.

There is no doubt that if he sees it, he will give up. With the "Xiangyun Boots", he can leave here in an instant and escape unstoppable.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan continued to walk inside with a firm look on his face.

The scene of opening the door just now made him think a little. The reason why he was able to enter here was due to opportunities, otherwise he would not be able to open the door.

With steady steps, Yang Fan slowly walked forward, and the two rows of iron-armored guards next to him were like executioners.

Step by step, he walked out of the range of the iron armored puppet and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

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

At this time, he began to carefully observe the situation inside and found that this seemed to be a temple, with distant and ancient relief sculptures carved on the walls around him.

There is a demon on the relief, standing proudly above the nine heavens, with clouds under his feet, and there are countless immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and even Buddha cultivators, various magic weapons, sword lights, and lights, which echo here. For a moment, the wind roared, thunder and lightning roared, and the momentum was majestic and majestic, as grand as an epic.

Yang Fan looked at it for a while and couldn't figure out what was going on, but he guessed that this might be a piece of history on the Dongsheng Continent.

The history of Dongsheng Continent can be traced back millions of years. He was just a low-level monk and lived for only twenty years. Of course, he could not see through the contents of this relief.

However, a tall and thick stone statue standing on the other end of the hall attracted his attention.

This stone statue created an unknown demon. There was a rolling black river under his feet, like a black dragon that destroyed the world. There was a purple-black crescent mark on his forehead. He carried his hands on his back and stood proudly between the vast world.

“That’s…”

Yang Fan stared at the devil, or the devil god, created by the stone statue.

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

Then, he turned his head and looked at the worldly demon who stood proudly above the nine heavens and looked down at the sentient beings in the world.

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

Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief and began to guess the identity of this great devil.

Withdrew his gaze, he also paid attention to the things next to the Demon God's Stone Statue.

On both sides of the stone statue, there are two sarcophagus, shrouded by a layer of dark light, and are in a sealed state.

There was a stone table in front of the Demon God's Stone Statue, which was a little abrupt, and Yang Fan's gaze suddenly froze on it.

This stone table seems to be integrated with the stone statue, with several things on it:

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

Yang Fan's heart moved, walked towards the stone table, and carefully sensed it, but he did not feel any spiritual fluctuations or other formations.

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

With a little caution and curiosity, Yang Fan walked to the stone table, slowly raised his hand, and observed the two rows of iron armored guards next to the gate with the light from the corner of his eyes.

In his mind, in the current crisis known to the hall, there were only these sixteen iron armored puppets.

His hands were about to touch the black booklet.

At this time, Yang Fan felt a vague sense of a crisis.

call!

He immediately withdrew his hand and retreated about a meter away.

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

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

Whoosh!

The mysterious black whip stretched about a foot long and rolled down the black booklet.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred.

I saw three small dark holes opening from the bottom of the stone table.

Swallowing!

Three phantom-like cold lights shot out from the small hole and were wrapped in a layer of blue light, roaring at the speed of terrifying.

Buzz ~

A strange wave emanated from the blue light, causing Yang Fan's blood to churn and his soul to tremble slightly. He could not imagine what kind of damage he would be in real way.

Puff puff puff!

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

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of shock and looked at the three silver needles on the wall, with a layer of blue light rippling on it.

"Is this the legendary 'soul-stinging needle' in the immortal world..."

Yang Fan felt a chill.

The Soul-Sting Needle is a magic weapon made of special materials that can cause huge damage to the souls of monks.

This object is extremely rare. Its characteristic is that even if mana is not injected, it can cause damage to the soul like a needle after hitting the target.

If you attach your spiritual consciousness to it and control it with your mind, you can also increase the damage level.
To be continued...