Chapter 1111: Windfall (4)

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Huang Fuwu, Ren Yu's faces turned red and white, and they didn't know what to say.
The two of them are the moral cultivators of Zhenger's Eight Classics. They have been practicing since childhood, practicing alchemy, condensing qi and formation.
Unlike Lu Fan, who only learned a part of the gas refinement, Huangfu Wu and Ren Yu both had their own pride in the formation.
But now, those who seriously study the formation method are not as good as Lu Fan, who has not learned the formation method.
Both Huangfu Wu and Ren Yu couldn't understand how Lu Fan opened the formation.
Could it be said that after Qi and Shuangxiu, they also have unique insights in breaking the battlefield.
Both lips moved slightly, and both seemed to want to ask something.
However, both of them clearly saw that it was not a good time to ask, so both of them swallowed back the words.
Looking up, the Void Portal exudes a bright light.
Gazing eyes looked into the portal, faintly revealing the artifact light inside.
"If I am right, this should be the private collection of the Huoyuan Saint Girl."
Zuo Yundong leaned forward and smiled.
Lu Fan nodded, which is quite possible.
This hidden place in Eastern Tibet is again in this place. If it was not that the Huoyuan Saint girl hid herself, Lu Fan was the first to believe it.
Without a strong sword in his hand, Lu Fan stepped forward.
Nangong Xuan suddenly grabbed Lu Fan's clothes and said, "Brother Lu Fan, Moxiu's Void Mansion is not so close. Be careful of all kinds of poisonous traps and messy formations. Let us Let me do it."
Nangong walked to Lu Fan's front.
Lu Fan frowned: "Are you sure you will be fine."
Nangongxing looked back and smiled: "I am a member of the Nangong family. The messy trap of Moxiu is nothing to me."
With that said, Nangong's body suddenly shrank to the size of a normal person.
Lu Fan discovered that, I don't know when, Nangongxing's strength has made great progress.
I'm afraid it won't be long before it's time to enter Wu Zun's realm.
Lu Fan and others followed the Nangong into the Void Mansion.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered, the first thing was a poisonous gas and malaria attack, covering everyone's sight.
"The corpse is poisoned by malaria, holding your breath."
Ren Yu was the first to exclaim.
Lu Fan glanced around, but stretched out his hand.
"The world retreated."
With a slight press of the palm, the poisonous gas around him, let alone the malaria gas, quickly moved away.
Until now, Lu Fan's tricks can only be described by pure fire.
Unless the opponent is a strong person who has reached above the realm, use the power of Tao to attack. Otherwise, the general power of heaven and earth, Lu Fan can completely push it aside.
There was an empty space in front of me, so that other martial arts alchemists would definitely feel a headache gas trap.
For Lu Fan, it has no effect at all.
Ren Yu and others were about to take out the anti-poison panacea, and they saw that the poison gas in front of them all disappeared.
Suddenly, the scene that caught their eyes made them exclaim.
Bloodstone paved the ground, the pillars of the praying soul stood, the statue of the demon towered high, and there were countless corpse altars.
The blood-colored stones beneath your feet are like seals, locking countless souls inside.
Looking down, you can also see the wandering spirits swimming inside and the flowing blood.
The pillars of the soul are arranged in order in the direction of the magical array, and inside each pillar is a frozen corpse.
If you put your ears closer, you can still hear the bones whispering in the pillar. If the dead soul chants.
Right in front is the legendary statue of the ancient demon god.
Gao Baizhang, blue-faced fangs, copper armor demon body. With seven arms raised, palms one after another at the top of the dark mansion, a circle of black air, like the ink smudged from it, spreads ripples above the head.
The seven eyes and seven arms of the demon correspond to the seven emotions of human joy, sorrow, joy, panic, sorrow, and fear.
Legend has it that these seven-eye demon gods can make people always be in bliss. As long as you give your life and give everything you own, it can make you obtain eternal happiness.
Sadness and pain will be merciless.
Stay away from all sorrow, stay away from all suffering.
Soul away from heaven and earth, happy in the heart.
Lu Fan glanced at the statue of the demon god, turned his head and turned his eyes to the altar of corpses around him.
There is no doubt that this is the true collection of the Huo Yuan Sheng Nu.
Every corpse altar is made up of three white bones glowing with white light.
Sen Bai's arm held three heads, and a touch of red condensed into a disk shape. Above, there are all kinds of appliances.
There are soldier blades, immortals, utensils, and book exercises.
The crowd dispersed and watched these things.
While watching, Zuo Yundong and others made a cry of exclamation.
"Good guy, there is a sub-master of the magic repair. The collection is rich enough. There are so many artifacts, it is really a surprise."
Huangfu Wu picked up a pill bottle, sniffed it, and then said: "Pill medicine is also the best. Even if it does not reach the level of Shen Pill, it is definitely the peak of the immortal pill. There is no magic energy in it. They are all good things she collected. "
Lu Fan also picked up a copy of the exercises and turned it over.
Haoran is unmatched.
At first glance, this name is known to be the practice of Qingtian Nangongjia.
Randomly turned over, Lu Fan suddenly found that the origin of this practice is really extraordinary.
It turned out to be the first book of Nangong family's strongest consecrators, written with life experience.
It is a set of exercises, but it is more like a strong man's life perception.
Compared with the various martial arts skills recorded in it, Lu Fan is more willing to see the obstacles encountered by this powerful man on the road to breakthrough. Difficulties with him when he realized the Tao of Heaven.
This is the most valuable thing, it is really other exercises, and there are few recorded good things.
"Qingtian Kingdom's things. These are Qingtian Kingdom's things."
Nangong Xing looked around, his eyes turned red.
At a glance, he knew at least half of the things here.
All are artifacts of Optimus Kingdom.
Nangong Xing picked up a set of armor and shouted, "This is my father's armor. He once wore this and went hunting chaotic beasts."
Immediately after that, Nangong Xing picked up a five-foot long sword with the characters Nangongquan engraved on it.
With a trembling voice, Nangong said: "This is the sword of my fifteenth brother. The father gave it to him when he was born, and it has been hanging in the fifteenth brother's room.
Nangong Xing Yue said more and more excited, his eyes were red.
Lu Fan looked at him and said: "Brother Nangong. Be calm."
Nangong Xing shouted loudly: "How can I calm down. Every thing is the treasure of my kingdom. How many people did they kill to get these things. Seeing these things, I seemed to see them demoralized. Fix the picture of killing. "
With that said, Nangong Xing suddenly pulled out his sword and shouted, "Moxiu, all the damn."