Chatper 675 (2/2)

Unlike other small squares, there are almost no human skeletons here, and all the human skeletons are piled up in the small palace.

With a wave of Yang Xuan's hand, a gust of wind swept across the hall, and the human skeletons all over the ground instantly turned into ashes and ceased to exist.

However, on the high platform at the front of the palace, the only human skeleton was still sitting there cross-legged, motionless, without the slightest decay.

This human skeleton is extremely tall, and the skeleton is still glowing with a splendid crimson luster. It can be seen that he has cultivated a powerful fire attribute technique before his death, and he is still an extremely strong person with a good cultivation.

In those empty eye sockets, it seems that I can still feel the deep hatred, which is eternal.

Yang Xuan jumped up and came to the high platform to take a close look. He found that the throat bone of this human skeleton was completely broken, and it should have been pinched to death by hand.

"It seems that if this person is not the hall master of this martial arts hall, or a senior strongman who specializes in preaching and solving puzzles for junior martial artists, it is a pity that he was caught by an accident and was killed in seconds."

Yang Xuan thought to himself, his face also showed a look of shock, and the existence of the power to instantly kill the sky is very likely to be the emperor.

"Hey, there are a few more words here!"

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the end of the high platform.

There is a broken wall here, the broken wall is full of pits and pits, full of dust, Yang Xuan wiped off the dust, and vaguely can see the ancient words "Xiaoyao Zong Preaching Hall".

These ancient characters, each of which is several meters in size, with iron hooks and silver strokes, swords and halberds, give people strength and charm.

A picture was automatically generated in Yang Xuan's mind. A few years ago, a stalwart Gedai strong man stood proudly in front of this broken wall and carved these ancient characters with his fierce fingers.

"Xiaoyao Sect?"

Yang Xuan whispered and understood that the Yanwu Temple he was in belonged to the Xiaoyao Sect.

And this Xiaoyao sect may be a super sect among the many forces in the ancient domain. In the huge shocking war in the last years of the ancient times, all the sect disciples and sect powerhouses in the whole sect died. left.

As his thoughts flickered, Yang Xuan didn't stay in the palace for long, turned around and left, and when he came to the corridor, he found that everyone else was gathered here, all of them frowning, and their faces were ugly. No gain.

At this moment, the hook-nosed old man who was at the peak of the Divine Power Realm looked around the audience and asked with a frown, "Have you found anything?"

"No!"

The crowd shook their heads.

"Boy, what about you, you are very clever, you should have gained something?"

The hooked-nosed old man looked at Yang Xuan here and asked sullenly.

"Nothing at all."

Yang Xuan spread his hands.

"real?"

The hooked-nosed old man's eyes were sharp, and he stared at Yang Xuan, trying to see something from his face.

"Not really."

Yang Xuan shook his head, his face seemed calm from beginning to end.

Seeing him like this, other people were secretly startled. They had to know that the hooked-nosed old man was Tie Wanshan, a loose cultivator who ran rampant in the Central Territory and was famous for his viciousness. But it would never appear on a Fate Realm kid.

"This son is so fearless, can he still deal with Tie Wanshan?"

Some people were shocked to think that no matter how he looked at it, he didn't find Yang Xuan's hidden cultivation.

"Interesting, you kid isn't afraid of me?"

Tie Wanshan grinned, his voice was eerie and piercing, as if something was stuck in his throat, which made people horrified.

"Your Excellency is not a monster, why should I be afraid of you? Besides, I really didn't find any treasure."

No one doubted Yang Xuan's words, a young man who had just entered the realm of divine power said with a gloomy expression: "This Yanwu Temple is a place to bury bones, even if there are treasures, they have already been taken first, I think we should go. ."

"Wait, there is a stone gate there. This gate is much larger than the other gates. Maybe we can find an opportunity from it."

Someone pointed to the north of the cloister, and said a stone door several feet in size.

"Although the door is open, there won't be any restrictions inside, right?"

Many people hesitated. Under the pressure of gravity, they are now walking heavily and feeling uncomfortable. Fortunately, this is still within their tolerance.

But God knows if there is a stronger restriction after entering that stone gate. If there is, it will be dangerous.

Thinking like this, no one acted rashly,

After a brief silence, Tie Wanshan shouted at Yang Xuan: "Boy, aren't you very courageous, take the lead."

"What if I don't go?"

Yang Xuan had a bright smile on his face, and everyone who knew him knew that when he was angry, he would kill someone when he was angry.

"If you don't go or die, you have no choice."

Tie Wanshan's expression was not good, and there was no emotion in his words.

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have that ability."

Leaving a sentence, Yang Xuan unfolded his movements and swept into the huge stone gate as fast as a ghost.

An old ghost at the peak of Divine Power Realm, he can be killed at any time, so he should enter Shimen first and have a look.