Chu Yang

Chapter 55

"Push!"

In the depths of the ancient temple, Ye Fan stared dumbfounded at the terrifying figure in front of him wearing a divine armor and holding a golden spear, his eyes were full of despair.

In the hall farther away, a towering figure sat upright, wearing a golden crown, wearing a holy robe, and holding a rusty long knife in his hand.

Although this figure has its eyes closed, there is no trace of life fluctuations on its body.

But when he sat there, he gave people a kind of endless oppression.

Obviously, this person is probably the owner of this ruin.

And the golden armored puppet in front of him must be the guardian of his mausoleum.

It wasn't until this moment that Ye Fan understood why the hall was so gloomy and full of death.

It turned out that this place was actually the place where an ancient mighty man sat down.

Good fortune must be on the mighty corpse, and this battle puppet is probably the final test.

Thinking in this way, Ye Fan's body suddenly burst into bright light.

A mid-awakening power rippled out, and the spirit sword in his hand also bloomed with terrifying sharpness.

"clang!"

However, the war puppet was a dead thing, it couldn't feel the pain at all, and even its strength seemed to be inexhaustible.

Ye Fan fought fiercely with him for a long time, but in the end he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Demon ape! Don't make a move yet!"

Ye Fan's anxious cold shout resounded from the hall.

The figure of the devil ape Miyong suddenly appeared beside Ye Fan, with the magic light surging in his hand, and he directly printed a palm on a black spirit crystal above the head of the war puppet.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by a broken sound, the figure of the originally terrifying war puppet suddenly stopped.

But at this moment, a layer of strange fluctuations swept away, covering Ye Fan in an instant.

"Damn it! There is still a way."

Ye Fan's heart trembled, and before he could take precautions, the scene in front of him suddenly began to change.

"Is it an illusion?"

In the hall, suddenly there were many fierce monsters with hideous faces.

But Ye Fan was unmoved at all, and sat down cross-legged directly.

Since it is an illusion, keep your mind steady, everything is false.

As the son of destiny, Ye Fan's temperament is naturally impeccable.

And this test did not pose much threat to him at all.

Time passed slowly.

When Ye Fan opened his eyes again, there was already a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Illusion or something, all the kills are tricks.

For the Son of Destiny, this is just a copy of accumulating experience and cutting off demons.

No, no, it should be forging the Flawless Dao Heart!

However! ! !

Just when Ye Fan got up and wanted to walk towards the corpse of the owner of the ruins.

He clearly saw, in the middle of the hall, a familiar figure in black looking at him with a half-smile.

"Ling Xiao!!!"

Ye Fan's face instantly turned ferocious.

In just an instant, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Is it still an illusion? This method is a bit clever."

Ye Fan sneered, raised his foot and walked towards "Ling Xiao".

"Although I'm not your opponent yet, as long as I get the inheritance of this ancient power, a mere person with a sea of ​​souls, I will definitely be able to kill with a wave of my hand."

"Is it?"

A smile rose from the corner of Ling Xiao's mouth.

Knew it.

This so-called relic is nothing but an upgraded dungeon for the Son of Destiny.

Although the middle process seems dangerous, in the end, all good fortune will fall into his hands logically.

"Huh? You can talk?!"

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment.

In the illusion he experienced just now, although many terrifying monsters emerged, without exception, they were all transformed by the inner demons in his sea of ​​consciousness.

No consciousness, no thinking, not even an expression.

But Ling Xiao in front of him had a hint of sarcasm on his face.

"You are Ling Xiao?!!!"

Ye Fan felt the hairs all over his body stand on end.

How can it be?

Why is this bastard here? !

"Master Ye, you have worked hard."

Ling Xiao grinned, turned around and glanced at the stalwart figure sitting on the golden chair in the hall, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

Although the ruins are full of horror and magic.

But on this ancient corpse, there was no wave of demon energy, and there was even a hint of sacred aura faintly.

Could it be that the good fortune that summoned him is on this corpse?

But at this time, Ye Fan's eyes swept around Ling Xiao, but he didn't feel the breath of a strong man.

"Are you here alone?"

The demon ape assassinated Ling Xiao that day, but was stopped by the powerful man behind him.

Although Ye Fan doesn't know how he found this ruin, if

He really came alone, and today's ruins are his burial place.

"if not?"

The corner of Ling Xiao's mouth curled up in amusement.

How could Ye Fan not know what Ye Fan was thinking.

"Hehehe, Ling Xiao, how did you find this place?"

Ye Fan's expression relaxed again, and there was even a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"Of course I came with Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye, how can I thank you? How about sending you to die?"

Ling Xiao smiled, walked up to the ancient corpse, and his whole body quietly lit up with a spiritual light.

A great power who has fallen from ancient times, even if he leaves a legacy, will not be easily obtained by others.

Besides, this ruin was obviously specially prepared by Father Tiandao for Ye Fan.

If he robs, it will inevitably lead to accidents.

"Send me to die? Hehehe, Ling Xiao, I'm afraid you haven't learned how powerful my demon servant is."

Ye Fan sneered and waved his palm lightly, only to see the figure of the demon ape Mi Yong appear beside him in an instant.

"A mere person with a sea of ​​souls, I, a demon servant, can be destroyed with a wave of my hand. Ling Xiao, if you want to blame, I will blame you for being too greedy, and you dare to plot my fortune."

"Soul sea? Destroyable with a wave of your hand? Mr. Ye, don't you think about it, how did I follow you here?"

Ling Xiao didn't even look at Ye Fan, his eyes were always on the ancient corpse.

But after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see any difference in the ancient corpse. Could it be that the Son of Destiny had to trigger the chance?

"What do you mean?"

"Bring him to me."

Ling Xiao said a few words, but before Ye Fan had time to react, his whole body was held around his neck by a huge force, and he was dragged in front of Ling Xiao like a dead dog.

"Demon ape, you dare to kill the master?!"

Ye Fan's eyes widened, and he looked at the phantom behind him incredulously. He was about to activate the Bahuang Liuli Pagoda, but he heard Ling Xiao calmly said in front of him, "I promise you will die before him."

"you!!"

Ye Fan's face turned pale instantly, and Dou Da's cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

He never dreamed that Ling Xiao actually controlled the fierce monster in his tower.

How can it be?

Rao can only suppress it with the terrifying power of the Eight Desolation Glazed Tile Pagoda, but cannot make it surrender.

How did Ling Xiao do it? !

"Hey, the Son of Destiny has suffered a serious mental injury. Congratulations to the host for plundering 300 points of Luck and 3000 points of Destiny."

(End of this chapter)