79 ancient corpses

Manager Jiang woke up from the fantasy and saw that he couldn't do anything. He immediately left Wang Fan and Yuan Hong and fled in confusion. However, it was deep in the ground, and because of mining, there were many caves. Although he was responsible for all the matters, he had never gone to the mine. He looked around, and it was similar everywhere. In an emergency, he could not find a way out.

Fortunately, Wang Fan's fierce shouts are endless, letting him know that he can stay away from here. He can't care too much about it. Now what he thinks is that the farther away from this strange place, the better. Wang Fan's sad screams are more like a life-threatening card, which makes him scared.

Finally, I don't know whether he has escaped far enough or whether Wang Fan and Yuan Hong have been devoured and killed by "it". Anyway, the mine is quiet, except for his rapid gasp and messy footsteps, the needle can be heard.

He paused for a while, but there was still nothing unusual happening. He was a little relieved, but he was secretly ashamed, but then turned to laugh at Wang Fan for being too stupid and naive: "It's not that I don't save you, but you're too stupid. You don't even understand this truth. How can you fool around in the world of cultivation? It's good to die early."

Thinking of this, he marveled at the strangeness of "it". It was just a spirit, which could plunge him into a fantasy again and again and again. I'm afraid that his level was not as simple as the lower spiritual treasure.

"Is it a middle-quality or a top-quality spiritual treasure?" His heart became hot, and he informed the elders of the sect to press the idea again: "Let those old guys know that there must be no share of me. It's better to go back and find a way to talk about it. If it really doesn't work, just change a few powerful magic weapons to suppress it."

Thinking of this, he completely left Wang Fan and Yuan Hong behind him, turned left and right to find the way out.

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But he said that Wang Fan was pulled by Yuan Hong and walked to Guanghua step by step.

Finally, Guanghua covered their figures. Wang Fan only felt that the white light was shining, and his eyes were painful, but he endured it and did not dare to close it like just now. However, his eyes were the weakest organ of the human body, and he couldn't help blinking involuntarily. He only insisted for a moment. He couldn't help blinking, and his heart was not good, and then he waited to open it. When I opened it, there was a buzz in my mind, and I completely lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up.

"Is I dead?" He shook his dizzy head, got up from the ground, looked up, and saw that he was in a strange square. The reason why it was strange was that it was so large that it was so large that it could not be seen at a glance.

The square is paved with gray stones, which are pitted and seem to be hit by magic weapons. Under the dark sky, Wang Fan looked carefully and found that some places were dark red, like undried blood stains.

"Where is this?" As soon as he woke up, he was still a little confused, but then he remembered the scene before he lost consciousness, and even more of Yuan Hong, who was demented. He couldn't help shouting, "Fat, fat man, where are you?"

He was anxious and shouted loudly, but there was no response. When he looked around, he turned around and found that there was a hall behind him.

The hall is located in an endless square, towering and full of majesty.

"What the hell is this place?" He was frightened, but he was quite curious. He bit his teeth and walked towards the hall.

The hall shines from time to time, which is extremely mysterious.

When he approached, he found that the door of the hall was broken, and the wall of the hall was also pitted and mottled. It seemed that it had been fatally destroyed a long time ago, but the fierce evil engraved on the door was still clearly visible. His body was burly, his head was horned, and he grinned, good. It seems that you can jump out and kill all the invading enemies at all times.

"Good transmission" Wang Fan stared at the image for a while, but there was a sense of fear from his bones, and then he did not dare to look more.

Fortunately, the door was closed. He only pushed hard and "squeaked" to open a crack.

Crossing the broken threshold and bypassing the heavy door of the hall, Wang Fan entered the hall, but what he wanted was a tragic scene: the horizontal and vertical corpses were lying on the ground, with broken limbs, heads and abdomens, scattered everywhere. After many years, the blood has not dried up, and the red eyes are dazzling.

"Fantasy, this is a fantasy!"

He immediately closed his eyes, took a long breath, and calmed down his panic.

"Everything is fake. This is an illusion. There is no body and no blood. This is just an empty hall." He said to himself silently, "Qing Shen Ming Mu Shu" ran rapidly, which cleared his mind.

When I opened my eyes again, the body was missing, but the skull bones of the human body could be seen everywhere in the dusty hall.

"Did the scene just now really happen?" He couldn't help shivering and didn't dare to think deeply.

This hall seems to be used for gathering meetings. Although it is full of bones, it can still be seen from the remaining layout.

Two rows of opposite tables and chairs, sitting in power, their descendants standing behind them, and those who can participate in the discussion with the elders are all masters of the young generation. Unfortunately, now they have become a pile of dead bones.

If there is a discussion, there will naturally be a host.

He sat on the top chair, a broad and generous chair. Although he didn't know how many years had passed, he could still peek at his prestige. He sat on it, with red light, majestic and a wave of his hand. Everyone echoed in unison, holding power, decent, proud and arrogant.

"The so-called glory of glory and disgrace is just a touch of dust in the end."

Wang Fan sighed, stepped on the rattling bones, and walked slowly forward.

The bones were crooked everywhere, and there were many missing limbs and legs, and few intact. It seemed that they had struggled to fight, and finally died together. Only the bones in the middle were tilted on the table, as if they wanted to support the rise with their hands, but they did not move, so they were killed.

"The way of heaven is fair, and the loss is more than enough to make up for the deficiency. How can you enjoy glory and wealth forever?" He sighed, "Your tragic death may not be without the disaster of the past."

He just sighed and mourned. He didn't want to change anything, so he just whispered, except for stepping on the bones all over the ground and didn't touch anything.

The hall was as silent as death, and only his voice was echoing low, like the wronged soul who died here, repeating his words in a low voice, which was horrible and gloomy. Ordinary people would definitely drink and escape when they saw it.

Wang Fan was full of sadness and was not afraid at all. He bowed to the bones in the middle, sighed, and turned around to leave. This is just a death hall, and there are no suspicious clues. More importantly, he didn't want to find clues. He turned over these bones and abruptly: "Maybe he can find clues everywhere!" "

He thought about it but suddenly heard a "pop". The rotten table finally couldn't support the bones. It scattered and turned into flying ashes. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes and fanning it with his sleeves to drive away the dust, but he felt something pressing on his feet.

Looking down, he was shocked.