Chapter 133: Tomb owner (please recommend collection)

"game over."
The girl was addicted to video games. Seeing the words on the screen, she was so angry that she smashed the game console.
"It's over, now take me to the place of your master's heritage."
"Well! You are the only one left, and there is no need to increase the next link."
The girl got up and put away some toys on the ground. With a wave of her small hand, Yang Fan and the girl disappeared instantly.
The next moment, the girl took Yang Fan to a secret room.
The secret room is very large. It is not so much a secret room as a tomb.
"Before accepting the inheritance of the master, a test is needed to test whether you are eligible for the inheritance."
The girl suddenly said with a heavy face.
"It's about your life."
The girl added that she might like Yang Fan very much.
"In other words, the last victors in the past all entered here, but they all failed."
The girl nodded.
"Although you are very good, I can't bear to go, but the master's order is difficult to disobey, if you can, I really want you to survive, even if you fail, I will not be lonely with you."
"So, what is the test?"
When Yang Fan looked around, the only thing that made people notice was a mural.
"It's what you see now."
"You have a week to comprehend. Once the time is up, if you haven't seen anything, then you can only apologize."
The picture on the mural is a man standing on the ground, facing countless strong men standing in the sky alone. On the ground, it is the people who have been beheaded. Looking at the costumes, the standing person is related to them.
Because he was facing his back, Yang Fan couldn't see the man.
Upon closer inspection, Yang Fan discovered that the man was holding a very ordinary long sword, so ordinary that even a mortal with no cultivation level could break it with brute force.
But it was this sword that made Yang Fan feel that this man had an unstoppable momentum as if a descended from the earth.
In the sky above the man, there was a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. The man was squeezing the magic tricks, preparing to attack the man on the ground.
Yang Fan was puzzled, the kaleidoscope writing wheel appeared, but he couldn't see anything famous.
No matter how Yang Fan writes, this mural is just an ordinary painting.
The only thing that puzzled Yang Fan was that some people were holding swords, but the man on the ground gave Yang Fan a very special feeling.
The day has passed, Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes kept open.
Every place on the mural, even with his eyes closed, he could directly conceive of it in his mind.
"and many more!"
Suddenly, Yang Fan thought of something, closed his eyes, and quickly conceived in his mind the long sword in the man's hand, which is exactly the state of using the long sword.
What surprised him was that no matter how much he conceived, he could not prepare to conceive it, or that the state was changing all the time.
"I understand!"
Yang Fan opened his eyes abruptly, and the sword intent burst into his heart, attacking the strange sword of the man in the mural.
Hum!
An invisible wave echoed in the tomb.
It succeeded!
Yang Fan was secretly happy.
But before Yang Fan could react, an extremely strong sword intent swept over him, and his eyes suddenly turned black. When he reacted, he found himself in a strange place.
At this time, Yang Fan was floating in the air. On the ground at the bottom left of him, there was a man standing holding an ordinary long sword. To his right, there is a middle-aged man floating in gorgeous clothes. He is the middle-aged man in the mural.
Yang Fan suddenly realized that he was in the mural.
The sudden appearance of Yang Fan did not arouse those people's vigilance, in other words, those people didn't even know Yang Fan's existence.
"Xuanyuanlong, give up struggling. You can't escape today. There are already seven evil formations around you. You should understand the power of this formation."
The middle-aged man made a pledge.
The pupils of the man on the ground called Xuanyuanlong shrank.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you, as decent people, used such a vicious formation to deal with me. It's ridiculous."
Xuanyuanlong laughed.
The middle-aged man's face sank and he shouted, "Xuanyuanlong, give you a chance to survive, tell us the location of the Demon Sect, and then return to Tiangongyuan with us to make atonement, otherwise, you will die today!"
"Why, Wang Chi, the dean of the dignified Tiangongyuan, a powerhouse of the immortal emperor level, is actually so angry?"
Xuanyuanlong sneered.
"Jiejie, Xuanyuanlong, Xuanyuanlong, want me to lose my square inch because of my anger? Tell you one thing."
The middle-aged man called Wang Chi sneered.
"Except for your sister Xuanyuanhong, who has already submitted to my Tiangongyuan, your Xuanyuan family, your father, the patriarch died, and even your elder brother Xuanyuan Qishang and your sister-in-law, Guan Chuchu, were rectified on the spot! The only one survived! It’s your niece. But don’t worry, we won’t kill her. After all, she is the best choice of Taiyi Tianshi. However, we have already used the memory orbs out of those bad memories. She will not I remember."
"you!"
Xuanyuanlong roared, but the pain came from his body. The previous battle had been severely injured, and he was only supporting it with a single breath.
"However, I have to say that your eldest brother Xuanyuan Qishang, he deserves to be the number one strongman in the history of Tiangongyuan, and his swordsmanship is extraordinary. You are more than a bit worse than him, but he is still dead in our hands. Oh, Let me tell you one more sentence, your eldest brother and sister-in-law’s souls are imprisoned by us in the Houshan Ancestral Land, and they will be tortured forever."
"Go to hell!"
Xuanyuanlong finally couldn't help it, holding a long sword, and quickly killed Wang Chi.
"It's useless."
Wang Chi easily avoided Xuanyuanlong's attack, snorted coldly, and kicked Xuanyuanlong away.
puff!
Xuanyuanlong spouted golden blood from his mouth and flew back.
"You are only the fifth level of the Immortal Venerable, and I am the Immortal Emperor, as long as I want, I can crush you with one finger. If your brother is here, I will be afraid."
"Really? In that case, let you see my true strength!!!"
"Unfeeling Breakthrough!!"
boom!
Xuanyuanlong's body was enveloped in golden flames. At first glance, it looked a bit like a scene where a Super Saiyan was transformed.
The terrifying coercion centered on Xuanyuanlong, spreading around.
Bang bang bang!
The cultivators who were weak in the air were forced to fall from the air.
Wang Chi's face was gloomy, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
The dignified immortal emperor is actually afraid of a fairy.
Xuanyuanlong's blood was tumbling, and his strength was constantly increasing.
Xianzun's sixth, eighth, tenth, Xiandi first, Xiandi third, and Xiandi fifth stage, have raised a big realm.
Wang Chi's face was shocked, because he was only the third rank of Immortal Emperor.
"Quick! Form a formation, don't let him come near!"
Wang Chi roared behind him, but his body retreated quickly.