After stepping into the Kunlun Sword Sect, Chen Fan never dreamed that he would end up like this. After ten years of setting foot on the Northern Tribulation Continent, would he end up in such a hasty manner?
In front of an abyss, Chen Fan stood awe-inspiring.
Behind him, seven or eight powerful Xuan Ying-level masters of the Kunlun Sword Sect were carrying a sword on their backs, motionless, looking at Chen Fan. In the distance, there was a gaze of three flowers gathering on Chen Fan.
Today, Chen Fan had to dance even if he didn't want to.
"Please." A Xuan Ying stage powerful man stepped forward, stretched out a hand, and said calmly.
Eternal hell.
The most vicious prison in the world.
As early as in the realm of real people in his previous life, Chen Fan had heard the name of this hell. No one knew what was under the hell. Over the years, too many geniuses and giants of the devil were buried here.
The breeze blew through the green mountains, and countless ancient swords buzzed and trembled.
Chen Fan jumped down.
The Grand Pavilion Master Lin Xiao is dead, who cares whether a small Xuan Ying Stage monk is dead or alive? Behind the scenes, the seven Xuan Ying Stage silently looked at Chen Fan, watching Chen Fan jump down.
The endless hell swallowed up Chen Fan.
"It only takes a little Xuan Ying an hour to be eaten to the point where no bones are left." Hou Zhong withdrew his gaze calmly, turned around, and left.
After jumping down, Chen Fan's eyes were completely dark for at least an hour.
The voice of the Kunlun Sword Sect moved away from Chen Fan, and Chen Fan seemed to have entered a strange world. About two hours later, Chen Fan fell to the ground.
Feeling the hard earth beneath him, Chen Fan was convinced that he had reached the end.
Looking around, terrifying black smoke filled the air. Chen Fan's field of vision was less than ten meters away. When he looked down, what was left was gray dry and cracked land, and the soil was the color of gravel.
Not far away, there are some bones of people who died here who didn't know how many years ago.
"Gulu" Chen Fan swallowed dryly and looked around, "Where am I?" Chen Fan was not sure. The place he was in was in a cemetery. It could be accurately described as a mass grave, one after another small.
Lonely grave.
There are no stones or tablets, and there is no breath of living people among the tombs. There are only one or two dead trees here and there, withered and dead.
Chen Fan took two steps in the dark. Because his vision was too poor, the place was filled with black smoke all year round. Chen Fan couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. After taking two steps, he heard a "rustling" sound from the ground.
In such a huge place, there was only the sound of Chen Fan's footsteps. Chen Fan even wondered if he was the only one left here.
Chen Fan walked slowly and staggeringly. There were graves all over the ground, and there were also some bones. It was impossible to tell who belonged to them.
Chen Fan walked for more than half an hour, and gradually became more courageous. He continued to walk forward. This cemetery seemed very wide and boundless, and Chen Fan could not reach the end.
Suddenly, Chen Fan was startled, and the hair on his whole body stood up.
Not far away, in front of a solitary grave, an unknown person, whether a human or a ghost, squatted in front of a small grave, sobbing and sobbing. His voice was shrill and very small, like the low cry of a ghost.
This man was squatting there, his hair disheveled.
Chen Fan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and did not dare to move.
God, the people who can survive here will probably be the three flowers gathered at the end. Is this person not a famous devil who once lived on the Northern Tribulation Star?
Chen Fan hid behind a tree, his whole body was cold and he didn't dare to move. After a long time, the shadow suddenly became crazy, and Yaya screamed wildly.
With a wave of his fist, gray mist filled the place, and the power of law filled his fist.
This space seems to have strange laws that limit the use of his power, but even so, Chen Fan still sees the truth. This is a statue of three flowers gathered on the top!
A man squatted in front of the grave, crying.
Chen Fan was in a trance for a moment. The stench filled the air. This man threw himself in front of Chen Fan, as if he wanted to eat people. He glared at Chen Fan, "The gods are about to die, and they are just making wedding clothes!"
"Hahaha, just making a wedding dress!"
Chen Fan was shocked. He was a blind man who had his eyes gouged out. His eye sockets were empty, his face was hysterical, and his head was a mess. He didn't know how many years he had not taken care of it. His face was full of dirt.
mud.
This face is very old and has probably lived for countless long years.
Chen Fan's whole body was cold and he didn't dare to move. One finger of the latter was enough to kill him. The blind man smiled crazily and murmured words that Chen Fan couldn't understand.
He jumped up and disappeared again.
After a full stick of incense, Chen Fan felt that his cold limbs began to feel, and he stood up with difficulty. He was a madman, and he had gone crazy.
This was also the only living person Chen Fan had seen here. Chen Fan thought about it and did not dare to go out any further.
I don't know how many people like this there are in this space. This time I met a madman, but I won't be so lucky next time.
Anyone you meet here can kill you!
But..
This is a sentence with no time limit. Hou Zhong is determined to kill himself here. How can he get out? Is it possible to stay here for the rest of his life? Even if he hides here, he will die in the end.
Even if he could get out, Hou Zhong would still kill himself. What's the point?
Chen Fan was a little pessimistic. He was startled by this madman and returned the same way. Out of his inherent caution, Chen Fan did not dare to advance any further. Chen Fan had finally discovered this area. It was a mass grave.
At least here, it's relatively safe.
Chen Fan walked around for a while, determined his location, found an empty mass grave, and hid in it. There was barely room for one person here.
But here, it was of no use. Chen Fan considered the methods he had, the Nine Shadows Magic Technique, the Eight Steps to Catch Immortal Technique, and the Great Seal Destruction Hand.
There is also the Heavenly Emperor Fist that cannot be used, which is comparable to the superficial Taishang Chapter
Chen Fan looked desperate. Could it be that he was going to die in such a place with the divine scroll? Chen Fan's thought was still too simple. Three days later, after only three days of silence, a black stream of light flew past,
This side of the road.
Chen Fan exposed!
When he landed, a man who was 1.9 meters tall, wearing black clothes and a ferocious scar on his face, landed in front of this small grave and grabbed Chen Fan. "I heard a noise a few days ago, and there really was something there."
The newcomer is here, I really can’t believe he’s just such a brat?”
The man with the scar is unbelievable. People who can be exiled here must have three flowers at the beginning, right?
"Let me ask you, what year is it outside? Has a new real person been born?"
Chen Fan knew in his heart that he was bound to die, so he thought, "The old master of the Kunlun Sword Sect has just passed away. The previous generation of master Taiyi has disappeared for five thousand years, and the new master has not yet been born."