Xianhong Road

Chapter 239 Awakening!Millennium Headless Demon Corpse

The dark golden door opened immediately with a light push.

A long-standing rotten yin qi came, which only made people sick.

"what?"

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

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

It turned out that when he just touched the gate with his hands, he felt an unstoppable force, like a rock that would not move for a thousand years, even if his supernatural power was ten times stronger, it would not be shaken.

But at that moment, the "Yiyou Demon Flame" deep inside his body suddenly jumped in a strange way, and the rhythm was very strange.

Then, the golden door opened.

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

Such a scene is really unbelievable.

Faintly, Yang Fan felt that the thousand-year-old tomb was inextricably linked to the Nine Nether Demon Art he had practiced.

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

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

The Nine Serenity Devil Art, the magic power is unrivaled in the world, shocking the past and the present.

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

"Is practicing this skill a blessing or a curse?"

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

After a long time, there was a glint in his eyes, and an unyielding fighting spirit was faintly rising from his body.

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

For a long time, no matter how powerful and violent the Nine Nether Demon Art is, it cannot escape the inclusive and infinite restraint of the Heaven-Defying Immortal Hongjue.

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

Here, the oppressive force has become several times stronger. Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness basically has no effect here. Even the senses in omniscience mode can only map a range of several feet.

As soon as he entered the gate, Yang Fan suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the things beside him.

In an instant, his body froze in place, and his vest felt cold.

A row of metal statues stood on both sides of Yang Fan, covered with iron armor.

Uninformed people came in and thought they were statues, dead things.

However, Yang Fan doesn't think so, because he once owned such a thing.

These are puppets!
puppet!Iron Golem.

At this moment, eight iron-clad puppets stood on each side of Yang Fanzhang's distance.

Adding up the two rows, there are a total of sixteen armored puppets.

Yang Fan understood what this meant.

In this indoor space, if these iron-clad puppets attack at the same time, it would be equivalent to sixteen masters of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Facing the attacks of sixteen puppets in the Foundation Establishment Stage at the same time, even high-ranking monks have to retreat.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, sweating on his back, not daring to act rashly.

Standing in place for a long time, these iron-clad puppets remained motionless, but the halberds in their hands were shining with cold brilliance, but exuded a murderous aura.

"Should I give up, or go in?"

Yang Fan was thinking about this question.

There is no doubt that if he gives up now, he who owns the "Xiangyun Boots" can leave this place in an instant and retreat completely.

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

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

Stepping steadily, Yang Fan walked forward slowly, and the two rows of armored guards beside him were like executioners.

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

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

At this time, he began to observe the situation in the room carefully, and found that it looked like a temple, with ancient and simple reliefs carved on the surrounding walls.

There is a demon head on the relief, standing proudly above the nine heavens, with billowing clouds under his feet, there are countless immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and even Buddha cultivators. All kinds of magic weapons, sword lights, and rays of light echo here. , For a moment, the wind howled, the thunder and lightning roared, and the momentum was majestic and mighty, as magnificent as an epic.

Yang Fan looked at it for a while, but didn't understand what was going on, but guessed that it might be a certain period of history on Dongsheng Continent.

The history of Dongsheng Continent can be traced back a million years ago. He was just a low-level monk who lived for only 20 years. Of course he couldn't see through the content of the relief.

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

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

"That is……"

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

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

Then, he turned his head to look at the unrivaled demon standing proudly above the nine heavens and looking down on all living beings on the relief.

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

Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief, and began to guess the identity of this unrivaled demon.

Withdrawing his gaze, he paid attention to the things next to the stone statue of the Demon God.

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

There is a stone table in front of the Demon God stone statue, which is a bit abrupt, and Yang Fan's gaze is fixed on it.

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

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

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

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

Yang Fan walked to the stone table with some cautiousness and curiosity, slowly raised his hand, and observed the two rows of armored guards next to the gate from the corner of his eye.

In his mind, these sixteen iron-clad puppets are the only ones in the crisis known to the hall at this moment.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch the black booklet.

At this time, Yang Fan faintly felt a crisis.

call!
He immediately withdrew his hand and retreated beyond Zhangxu.

After thinking for a while, he sacrificed the mysterious black whip.

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

Whoosh!
The mysterious black whip stretched about Zhang Xu, and rolled down the black booklet.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred.

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

shhhhhh!
Three phantom-like cold lights shot out from the small hole, wrapped in a layer of blue light, whizzing towards them at an astonishing speed.

hum~
A strange fluctuation emanated from the blue light, causing Yang Fan's blood to churn, and his soul trembled slightly.He couldn't even imagine how hurt he would be if he was caught by it.

Puff puff!
Three phantom cold lights hit the wall on the other side, penetrated half an inch, swayed up and down, and made a "buzz".

Yang Fan let out a breath of shock, and looked at the three thin silver needles on the wall, with a layer of blue light rippling on them.

"Could this be the 'soul stabbing needle' in the legend of the world of cultivating immortals..."

Yang Fan felt a shudder.

The soul piercing needle is a magic weapon made of special materials that can cause great damage to the monk's soul.

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

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

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

When Yang Fan saw this booklet for the first time, he felt a sense of familiarity. Now that he took a look at it, there were a few words on it:
"Nine Nether Demons. Volume II"

Seeing these words, Yang Fan's heart beat faster.

Quickly put it into Xianhong's space, and took out another "Nine Nether Demon Sutra. Volume One".

"No wonder I was able to enter here so easily, it really was due to chance."

Yang Fan finally figured out some problems.

He looked up at the stone statue of the demon god in front of him again, and he already had an inference in his mind: Could it be that the person depicted by this stone statue is the Jiuyou Demon Lord who looked down on the human world in ancient times?

Suddenly, the Nine Nether Devil Qi in his body circulated in a strange way, and the stone statue of the Devil God in front of him seemed to come alive. The man suddenly stretched out a hand, and a cloud of ghostly flames popped out. Yang Fan felt a shock The unrivaled magic power came, and I was as small as a drop of water in the sea.

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

At the same time, a strong devilish energy rose from his body, gushing out like a tide.

"not good!"

Yang Fan suddenly exclaimed, quickly withdrew the Nether Demon Flame, and suppressed the Nine Nether Demon Qi in his body.

Swish!
The stone statue of the demon god, which was still lifelike just now, turned into a dead thing again, but there seemed to be a little teasing and ridicule in the charm.

uh~~
A shocking sound came from the hall of the tomb on the other side, and a monstrous demonic aura shot up into the sky. The world-shocking demonic power centered on the hall where the headless demon corpse was located, covering a radius of tens of miles.

In an instant, wherever the magic power reached, the creatures trembled, and there was silence, as if all the creatures were dead.

It was an indescribable power that penetrated directly into the soul.

"Oops, it woke up..."

Yang Fan looked horrified, the thing he was most afraid of happened, finally happened.

In the depths of the pitch-black hall, the headless demon corpse, which was about ten feet high, slowly stood up, and waves of rippling demonic energy swept away in all directions, within a range of several tens of feet, it was enough to melt gold into iron.

uh~
The sound was extremely terrifying and creepy.

"what should I do now?"

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

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

Whoosh!
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 waves of the "Xiangyun Boots" under his feet trembled, and a silver light arc flashed in the temple.

Swish!
In an instant, he moved to the entrance of the dark golden gate, but just in time to see the headless demon corpse exuding terrifying demonic aura.

At this moment, facing the thousand-year-old headless demon corpse that can kill high-level monks, does he, a low-level monk as small as an ant, still have a chance to escape?
(Second update)

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