Great Heaven Sovereign

"It's natural. Even if it's not for you, I have to see it." Yang Fan's expression was faint, so it was settled.

Later, Yang Fan left the city again.

Carrying a tortoise shell, all the way in front of the Committee.

Although the tortoise shell is old, the map is clearly marked, and Yang fan can be easily found.

But this time, the route was not as smooth as the route guided by Xiao linger.

Xiao Jiu took him to find XuanHuo turtle. In fact, Xiao linger instructed her to work hard.

The mother of the earth may only have a good grasp of everything under the earth. The magic temple is a magic building, or its age is not long in this domain, so Xiao linger knows nothing about it.

There are few creatures in the wild world. Yang Fan has broken through thousands of rivers and mountains, but it is absolutely impossible to have no contact at all.

Along the way, at least he sensed the existence of five waves of beasts, demons and evil spirits. He finally got it by covering his breath with his robe.

Finally, he came to the edge of a barren hill, and a huge barren hill rose into the clouds.

The wild world is already extremely desolate. Now the barren hills even feel more desolate and even strange.

When the next breath came, Yang Fan finally understood what the huge barren hill was. It was full of white bones.

The endless white bones piled up a high hill. The hill was really too high. Because it was too high, Yang Fan was a little creepy.

He really could not imagine how many human bones the barren hill was made of.

He could not imagine that there were so many human practitioners in this domain.

They are not qualified to bury bones, but they are stacked in such a disorderly way, which is amazing.

It seems to have become an evil array here.

"This domain is too large!" Yang Fan frowned slightly and sighed.

He can roughly judge the age of these practitioners' bones, which are just accumulated at the end of the Dharma.

According to the records of the star picking hand at that time, there were few practitioners in this area at that time.

Relatively speaking, the real absolute quantity is needless to say, because the domain is too large.

Now, he only suspected that these bones were folded in the hands of the so-called devil.

He didn't see the magic temple at all.

He has taken out unparalleled. He is going to poke the withered bones to see if the magic temple is under the bones.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Yang Fanzheng took out his long gun to poke at the knuckles, and a sigh appeared.

He had to take unparalleled back.

"Who?" He asked.

"It's me." The voice of sigh still came out.

"Who are you?" Yang Fan asked again.

"You don't know. I've seen you for a long time. You leave quickly. This is not the place you can stay." The voice reminded him again.

Finally, Yang Fan's eyes fell on one of the bones, and the owner of the voice was the bone.

Bones have no possibility of making a sound. The source of making a sound is actually a ghost.

The soul force is bound by strong resentment, so there is no way to leave the bone, which is not a good thing.

"Don't you know you're dead?" Yang Fan still had to ask without saying anything.

The ghost on the bone is still making a sound. It seems that the bone is actually making a sound. "Of course I know that no one is dead. I come to die, but I can't wait for the person I want to wait."

The bones are still faint.

Yang Fan has fully understood that it is just a wronged soul. He has no consciousness, but a grievance.

He shook his head. "Please talk to me. I can send a message for you."

"Really?" The knuckle was a little happy at once. After a slight pause, it began to speak immediately.

Endless Terran practitioners landed here only to suppress the demon temple.

How powerful the devil temple is to invade this area. They are not competent at all.

However, the original intention of these human practitioners is not to suppress the demon Temple by them at all. They are just bait for pioneers.

The end result seems to be that they waited until they were all killed and did not wait for reinforcements.

"Have you seen several saints, the star picking hand and the son of heaven? We are the precursors of the power of saints." The wronged soul said again.

Yang Fan was speechless.

If only one star catcher is heard, he may not be 100% sure. When he hears the name of tianchengzi, he is already very sure.

Tianchengzi is the so-called friend of the star picker, and the star picker often steals tianchengzi's things. When the star picker leaves this domain, the relationship between the two sides is very smelly.

"When you came here, it should be 109401." Yang Fan frowned.

"Are you a disciple of the saint?" The dead bone was a little shocked, with ecstasy in the shock.

There is no doubt that Yang Fan is completely right.

Because at that time, it was the time for the star picker to leave the wild world.

This old man doesn't really do personnel.

If he wants to leave this area, he cannot know nothing about the billions of creatures accumulated in this bone mountain.

If he knew it clearly but let it all disappear, he was simply using these people as cannon fodder.

"Yes!" In desperation, even in the face of resentment, Yang Fan could not tell the truth, which was really a tragedy.

"Well, when will the saint come?" The withered bone is excited again.

Yang Fan could only continue to lock his eyebrows. He bit his teeth. "What's your name?"

"I... i... my surname is Wei and my name is Wei Ji. It's so embarrassing that I almost forgot my name... Don't bother the saints and disciples to remember." The dead bone said again.

At present, Yang Fan is nothing more than sadness and nothing else.

Brush!

All of a sudden, he was still dead. The dead bone that made the sound had come into his palm.

Then the unparalleled spear rolled like a dragon, and the whole bone mountain began to collapse.

Those bones are so old that even the spiritual power of cultivation has disappeared, which is almost a sign of breaking at the touch.

Finally, when the earth shaking bone mountain collapsed, Yang Fan could see clearly that there was a big temple in the place where the bone mountain was buried.

The star picker's scum painting skill is really poor. He only sees a big temple on the tortoise shell.

After Yang Fan destroyed the bone mountain, he could see clearly.

It is a space passage with the entrance of the temple.

It's a gateway to extraterritorial territory.

But now there is no power to operate the array around the temple, and the entire temple array has been abandoned.

Naturally, it is absolutely impossible for these Terran practitioners to block the spirit of evil intention, but those evil spirits have all entered this domain.

Therefore, it is no longer necessary to keep the temple transmission array.

"Brother, that's the magic temple. Destroy it quickly!" Unconscious soul resentment conditioned reflex.

Yang Fan even felt the withered bones trembling. That was the amazing sense of fear conveyed to him in ancient times. The fear had never dissipated.

Brush!

Yang Fan shot down again, and the devil temple was stabbed by him.