The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Wow..."

A kind of golden armor guards shattered all over at this moment and fell to the ground, turning them into a pair of broken copper and broken iron.

And along with the meaning breeze blowing in the hall, the scrap copper and rotten iron instantly turned into powder, drifting away with the wind, no longer the astonishing power before.

At this moment, anyone has a feeling of aftermath. After all, they have already made the determination to die just now, and they did not expect that there will be a chance to come back.

Huo Guang looked at the dead corpses everywhere, including Mr. Bai and Zhang Hengbei. Here, two martial artists gave their lives. On the other hand, Chen Fan, a Seventh Heaven Martial Artist, lived well. Isn't this ironic?

"It's nice to be able to walk here and still survive now."

Huo Guang groaned at the beginning, with no happiness or anger in his eyes. He didn't know if he was really boasting Chen Fan or if he had other thoughts.

But all this is not so important anymore, Chen Fan responded with a nice smile on his face: "Thank you Senior Huo for your fancy, this junior will definitely keep up!"

"Okay, go and see what is in the tomb behind Shimen." The old poison interrupted the conversation between Chen Fan and Huo Guang unceremoniously, his voice as harsh as ever.

Like a sharp piece of stone, rubbing against the glass all the time.

Chen Fan stood aside calmly, but noticed the jealousy in Huo Guang's eyes sneakily.

At this moment, I am afraid it will be the final decisive battle. In Huo Guang's heart, there is absolutely only one person who can go out alive with himself and Old Poison.

As for Chen Fan... he may be a young talented arrogant. Both the means and the ability are very good, but how can he compete with the martial artist?

That's right, after so much, Huo Guang still didn't see Chen Fan in his eyes.

After all, the superiority of being a martial artist in his bones is at work, and Huo Guang absolutely does not believe that with him and the old poison, Chen Fan can still dig out any splashes.

In this way, the three of them had their own ghosts, and slowly approached the stone gate in front from three directions.

During this period, Chen Fan didn't say a word, he was very quiet, standing in the corner and following the movements of others.

Once Huo Guang and Old Poison did not move, he would never choose to move first.

At this time, Chen Fan must minimize his sense of existence and not show the slightest ambition or urgency.

Because only in this way, he can hide himself comfortably and wait until the last moment to fish in troubled waters.

Finally, Shimen was right in front of him, and the three of them worked together and pushed away from all directions.

"Squeak..."

The harsh rubbing sound suddenly sounded, Shimen let out screams, bit by bit, let the stone chamber inside show out.

Chen Fan only saw a coffin engraved with complex mysterious inscriptions lying quietly in the tomb without a single incident.

The tomb was a little cold, and one couldn't help but shiver.

Around the coffin, there are many burial objects, porcelain, paintings and calligraphy, and other objects stacked randomly, but due to the passage of time, the burial objects have been destroyed and rotted to varying degrees.

In addition, Chen Fan also noticed that there were several shelves standing around the tomb. The shelf on the left was placed with a few weapons, and the shelf on the right was a small porcelain bottle. Obviously, some medicines were stored inside.

But none of this seems so important at this moment.

Because there was a scroll on the shelf right in front, Chen Fan could perceive from the breath of the scroll that it was a heavenly book by just looking at it!