"Two thousand years ago, Wushan was also a very mysterious mountain, second only to Kunlun. It was natural that the tomb of the First Emperor would be chosen here."
At that time, Wushan could be said to be a sacred mountain, but it was also full of unknowns. It was a normal choice for the First Emperor to build here in order to pursue immortality.
"Someone is coming." Hua Wuque looked back.
I saw dozens of people walking out of the thick fog, led by Long Aotian and the impostors.
When the counterfeit saw that Ning Fan and others had taken the lead, he sneered and said, "Ning Fan, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it. There is no way to hell and you surrender yourself, hahahaha."
Ning Fan frowned because the middle-aged man and the six old men standing next to the impostor gave Ning Fan a mountain-like feeling.
"Humph, I didn't expect that Long Aotian, the great leader of the Long family, would also come to stir up trouble. You six old men are not dead either." Hua Wuque asked with a smile.
At this time, Ye Lan clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Ning Fan asked: "Sister Lan, what's wrong?"
"The seven of them are the chief culprits in destroying my ancestral land."
At that time, Ye Lan received the inheritance from the Ye family's ancestral land and saw the face of the culprit. Unexpectedly, all these culprits would appear here now.
"Fat man, who are they?"
Hua Wuque said: "It's difficult to deal with. In addition to Long Aotian, the seven of them are the original masters of the seven great skills. Their martial arts cultivation is probably above the perfection of the true martial arts realm."
"No wonder the feeling of oppression is so strong."
"Ning Fan, since you are here, please stay and see what happens next." The counterfeiter was very confident, if not for any other reason than because he had seven peerless experts by his side.
Hua Wuque said: "You must not take action, we will take advantage of the opportunity."
"Um!"
"Seniors, which one will come out to capture Ning Fan?" said the impostor.
An old man in black robes came out and said calmly: "Come on, I'll try this boy's strength."
"What?"
A look looked directly at Ning Fan, and his body shape reached its peak. He was in front of Ning Fan in just the blink of an eye.
With one palm strike, a surge of power surged in like a tsunami.
Ning Fan used the Kyushu Cauldron to block it, but this attack could not be easily resolved.
puff......
With all his internal organs damaged, Ning Fan flew out and was rescued by Ye Lan in time.
"It's a bit interesting to be able to block me without dying. It's much better than your father who only talks." The old man said.
"Senior, capture Ning Fan quickly so we can open the Dragon Emperor's Tomb."
"Um!"
The old man is the master of the Sanqing Derivative Art, and he once again takes action to capture Ning Fan.
But a man in black fell down and raised his hand to block the old man's attack.
boom!!!
The power dispersed in all directions, and the old man quickly retreated.
The counterfeit face was filled with fear and he said: "Night King."
"Ning Fan, why are you still so weak? A little loser can easily defeat you. I am so disappointed." The Night King said.
Hearing this, Ning Fan just smiled bitterly and helplessly.