Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

It was less than two hours before Fu Qiao left.

Yang Fan finally reached the end of the red land.

However, it did not bring him the slightest joy.

Because the front is the ups and downs of the mountains, the bare ground is not growing.

Dilapidated, desolate, lifeless, just like the red land and ruins, people can't see hope.

"More than a year..."

Yang Fan's heart was heavy, he didn't know what happened to Blue Star outside.

Has a large area of ​​spiritual energy recovered, causing the passive opening of the ancestral star channel?

Will the Ghost Suppressing Gate not be able to resist exploring the tomb discovered by his cousin Yang Jian in the tomb valley forest, which will lead to powerful Yin soldiers and corpse demons?

Without him being in charge, would the sect clash with other forces? Are Shen Xintong, Niu Guyu and others safe and sound?

The old locust tree has already reached another 33 years, what kind of changes will happen?

And the grandfather in the underworld, if he can't get in touch with him, he will definitely be worried, what will he do in response...

Standing on the top of the hill for a long time, Yang Fan picked up his mood and continued to leap.

Not long after, he vaguely sensed the fluctuation of vitality in the front left direction, and immediately accelerated his speed.

Mountains passed by one after another, and the vitality fluctuated more and more violently.

"The sound of fighting..."

Yang Fan was not overwhelmed by the joy of his suspected companion, slowed down again, restrained his breath, flew down a mountain top, and looked towards the valley following his reputation.

Immediately his eyes froze.

At the first glance, a head was thrown high with jets of blood.

The owner of the head was a young black-clothed man, a foundation-building disciple from the Ye family in Jiangcheng.

Besides him, the other one was Fang Zhongping who had been promoted to the Foundation Establishment stage. His body was already covered with blood and scars, and there were two corpses of a man and a woman lying on the ground.

And their opponent is a red skull!

"Skeletons!"

Without hesitation, Yang Fan jumped into the air, then swooped down, raised his hand and made a tactic, and immediately shot three sky-cutting fingers, and shot away.

"Clang clang ~"

The finger light hit the skeleton's body, shooting out sparks, which seemed to have no effect on it, and the red bone claws slapped Fang Zhongping without any hesitation.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he urged the simplest gravity technique to apply to Fang Zhongping's body.

bang~

Fang Zhongping avoided the vital point in his chest, was hit on the shoulder by the skeleton, flew upside down more than 50 meters and hit the mountain wall, spitting blood and rolling down, looked at Yang Fan, showed a smirk, and uttered a weak voice: "Senior Yang..."

At a distance of more than 200 meters, Yang Fan approached in an instant. He stopped at 50 meters in the air, raised his hand and grabbed a black simple knife in his hand, and slashed at the skeleton repeatedly.

Soul Eater!

Boom boom~

The fiery red blade lights quickly enlarged, and they all slashed at the skeleton to force it back, preventing it from continuing to attack and kill Fang Zhongping.

Yang Fan had no time to reach out to grab Fang Zhongping and push him to a safe place behind him.

At this moment, the Red Skull moved forward and slammed forward with its bone fist raised.

"So fast!" Yang Fan frowned, stepping on the Kunpeng to move backwards, and at the same time raised the simple knife horizontally to block.

bang~

Like ten rounds of a large truck hitting at high speed, Pu Dao was shaken and collapsed to Yang Fan's chest, causing him to retreat more than ten meters, his tiger's mouth was numb, and his internal organs were churning.

The red skull only took two steps back, feeling as if it had trampled on the void.

It temporarily stopped attacking, and the two groups of golden flames in its eye sockets kept flickering and jumping, staring at Yang Fan, as if surprised that Yang Fan could reverse it back.

Yang Fan stabilized his figure, and his heart was even more shaken.

The vitality fluctuations revealed by this skeleton are obviously only around the Foundation Establishment level, but just a random punch has such power, far stronger than the original Foundation Establishment level itself.

"This is the first generation of skeletons?" Yang Fan's eyelashes trembled, recalling the relevant records in ancient books.

Among the ten thousand races, there is a skeleton race, which is a very ancient race, with a history longer than that of the human race.

Although the strength is not weak, at least in the history of millions of years of cultivation, its overall strength has never been ranked in the top [-], and there is a certain gap between the powerful races such as the human race, the Shura race, the demon race, and the dragon race.

Only the first generation of skeletons born naturally and able to awaken their natal talents have extremely extraordinary combat power, and with the improvement of the realm, there is a chance to awaken part of the memory of the previous life.

However, there was no one in a million skeletons in the first generation, which was extremely rare. The conditions for their formation were far more complicated than those of Yin soldiers and corpse mandrills, and there is no accurate record of them until now.

According to the ancient books of the underworld, most of the skeleton groups in the fairyland and various small worlds of cultivation are descendants of reproduction.

According to Yang Fan's estimation, the red skeleton in front of him could at least fight ordinary monks with a foundation-building level above three levels.

No wonder Fang Zhongping was no match for the four foundation building sieges, resulting in three deaths and one injury.

The red skull stared at Yang Fan for a moment, the upper and lower jaws collided and made a cracking sound, and a divine thought came out: "You are not bad, refining you should improve a lot."

Then he stepped on the void and walked towards Yang Fan calmly.

Yang Fan glanced at Fang Zhongping, who was dying. He didn't plan to fight it for a long time, and directly attacked and used the strongest means.

"Array!"

With a buzzing sound, four light gates flashed, instantly enveloping the skeleton in the middle, while the light gates rotated, one by one golden characters shot onto the skeleton of the skeleton, tinkling.

The red skull's footsteps slowed down. Although the bones did not shake, the golden flames in the eye sockets seemed to have a stress response, flickered violently, and then traces of golden light quickly flowed through the body, and a layer of red light appeared around the body surface for defense.

"Array!"

After another formation formula strengthened the Guangmen, Yang Fan swiped his hands and used the prison-suppressing hand.

The palm print was in the air, and it collapsed on the top of the skull with the momentum of Mount Tai.

'Boom~'

The red skull was pressed from mid-air to the ground by the palm prints, and the calf skeleton sank into the mountain, like a stone dropped into a calm lake. The vitality energy turned into ripples and swayed, stirring up dust all over the sky, and the surrounding mountains shook.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows. If it were an ordinary foundation-building monk, he would be blasted into scum if he was hit by the prison guard with all his strength. However, the skeleton was intact, and the red light all over his body was even more red.

Without pausing, Yang Fan continued to make a formula with both hands, and shot the sky-cutting fingers at the skull's eye sockets one after another.

chi chi chi~

chi chi chi~

Although most of the attacks hit the red skull with tinkling sparks and seemed harmless, Yang Fan could clearly see that the golden flames in its eye sockets were getting weaker and weaker.

When the array of words was about to dissipate, Yang Fan took a step forward with a bronze mirror in his hand, aiming at the red skull.

A cyan beam of light like a spotlight hit the skull directly, smashing it to pieces with a bang.

Pieces of dull red bones shot into the mountain with hissing sounds.

It is suspected that the first generation of skeletons has fallen.

It's a long story, but the whole process took less than ten seconds.

The Red Skull underestimated the enemy, Yang Fan didn't hold back to attack, and directly threw a series of magical powers at him, leaving him no chance to resist at all.

"Whoo~"

Yang Fan let out a breath when he landed, his face flushed slightly, and he looked at the bronze mirror in his hand, showing satisfaction.

This bronze mirror was snatched from the Japanese monks in the dungeon. Although it was only a fourth-grade treasure, it was mainly used to attack and kill, and it was very powerful.

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