Xianhong Road

Chapter 119 Items in the Sarcophagus
Hu Feihan rushed towards Fat Guidao without fear of death, and he was about to change his life for another.

This situation made Yang Fan a little happy, but immediately, he frowned again, as if he was thinking about the consequences of Hu Fei's death.

At this critical juncture, Fat Guidao's entire face was extremely ferocious, a blood hole was opened on his forehead, and blood flowed from his seven orifices immediately.

Aww!

Fat Guidao's eyes were blood red, and with a long roar, he gave up the other six levels of mana that suppressed the poison in his body, and struck out with a palm like thunder, knocking away the huge blue brick that weighed more than a thousand catties.

Almost at the same time, the gray light on his body swelled and swept around a foot, sending Hu Fei and the foundation-building zombies flying together.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, he simply gave up his control over the blue brick, and retreated sharply.

He understood that as long as he persisted for a while, he would die from the poison in the heavily injured state of Fat Ghost Dao.

"go to hell……"

Fat Guidao was about to burst into tears, his cold and murderous eyes locked on Yang Fan at once.

He knew that he might not live for a moment, and he wanted to die with this son before he died.

call!
The fat ghost rushed towards Yang Fan in the most savage way like a sharp wind.

At this moment, his body surface was already covered with black blood, his vitality was lost in a large amount, and his body was trembling non-stop.

In omniscience mode, Yang Fan leaped to avoid Fat Guidao's palm, but a gust of gray wind still hit his shoulder.

puff!
Yang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, his face was pale, but he survived and rolled to the side of the two sarcophagi.

One of the sarcophagi had been split open by the overbearing palm of the headless demon corpse, but it was not smashed. Yang Fan was confident in the material of the sarcophagus, so he hid on the side of the sarcophagus.

At this time, Fat Guidao's eyes were bloodshot, his consciousness was on the edge, and only the last trace of crazy obsession remained, without looking at it, he slashed at the sarcophagus with his palm.

boom!
The sarcophagus shook, but it was not damaged at all.

Sure enough, as Yang Fan expected, the sarcophagus that can be split by a headless demon corpse may not be able to do so in the foundation-building stage.After all, the strength of the former is definitely not weaker than that of a high-ranking monk. With a single palm, he can smash a magic weapon, but he just split the sarcophagus.

bang bang bang...

Fat Ghost Dao hit four or five palms in a row, but the sarcophagus was still safe and sound.

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment, secretly thought, the material of this sarcophagus is extraordinary, maybe it can be taken back and used for refining...

call!
At this moment, the fat ghost finally regained consciousness and jumped over the sarcophagus.

"not good!"

Yang Fan's face froze, and he swung his hand suddenly. The black whip was like a snake shadow, and it wrapped around Fat Guidao's thigh silently.

This black leather whip is full of spirituality, after wrapping around the fat ghost, it immediately coils up like a living poisonous snake.

"Well……"

Fat Guidao was strangled from his feet to his neck by the black leather whip, his body froze all of a sudden, his face was dull, and his whole body was paralyzed.

Yang Fan found that there were traces of faint black light shining on the black leather whip, penetrating into Fat Guidao's body, paralyzing his whole body and losing all his ability to resist.

Just like that, Fat Guidao stood in front of Yang Fan, dumbfounded, the toxicity in his body exploded, and his vitality was drained little by little.

During this process, Yang Fan saw a strange scene, the blood essence in Fat Ghost Dao's body was swallowed by the black whip bit by bit along with the faint black light.

After Fat Guidao died, the black leather whip in his hand loosened automatically and returned to its original length.

It seems that there is no change, but Yang Fan feels that this spiritual weapon seems to be a little stronger.

This black leather whip was a personal spiritual weapon given to Yang Fan by the mysterious hunchbacked old man when he left 'Yihe Village'. When he first refined it, he felt that this thing was extremely strange, and he hadn't explored its true effect yet.

But Yang Fan knew that this thing was not an ordinary spiritual weapon. The leather whip itself contained strong toxicity. When it entangled the enemy, it had a paralyzing effect, and it could also strengthen itself by absorbing the enemy's essence and blood.

After a short rest, most of Yang Fan's mana recovered, and he barely got up from the ground. He accidentally got seriously injured in his body, and groaned, looking extremely weak.

If it is a leisurely injury, with Yang Fan's modified physique, he can recover automatically at all.However, the serious injury in his body was caused by the impact and filling of the body with the powerful devil energy before. The destructive power is extremely strong, and it is difficult to recover in a short time.

"The fat ghost is dead...the tomb is sealed...how should we deal with the aftermath now?"

Yang Fan stood at the same spot with a thoughtful look on his face, his eyes quickly fell on the storage bags of Fat Ghost Road, he picked them up and looked at them, his heart skipped a beat.

The monks in the foundation-building period have enough capital. There are thousands of light stones, several spiritual artifacts, and more than a dozen magic artifacts, not to mention other materials such as jade slips.

After a while, Yang Fan sighed softly, temporarily put the storage bag on the ground, but did not take any money.

Then, his eyes fell on the two sarcophagi in front of him.

One of the sarcophagi had been split open a long time ago, and there was nothing else in it, only an iron-clad puppet lying there, shining with a faint metallic luster.

This is the iron-clad puppet whose strength was close to the foundation-building stage before.

"This puppet has not been refined..."

Yang Fan showed a look of surprise. Doesn't that mean that he can become the master of this thing as long as he refines it a little?

If he can control a puppet whose strength is close to the foundation-building stage, it will greatly increase Yang Fan's life-saving cost, and he can almost run rampant in the concentration stage.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan put his hands on the sarcophagus and puppets, and his consciousness entered the "Xianhong Dimension".

Swish!
The next moment, the sarcophagus and the armored puppet lying inside were taken into the Xianhong space by Yang Fan.

"Success!"

Yang Fan's joyful words were beyond expression.

Afterwards, he moved another sarcophagus, and there was also a puppet lying in it, but the shell of this puppet was silver armor, looking lifeless.

Yang Fan felt that the level of the silver armored puppet might be higher, but he also felt that there was something missing from this puppet.

He didn't care about these things anymore, and did the same thing, taking this sarcophagus into the "Xianhong Dimension".

After doing this, Yang Fan faintly heard the movement outside, quickly put away the black leather whip, picked up the formula, and took back the blue brick.

As for the storage bag left by Fat Guidao, Yang Fan glanced at it without touching it, his face showing thoughtfulness.

Soon, Hu Fei, who was heavily wounded and bruised, walked into the hall, hesitatingly said: "He...he died?"

"Yes...he died of poison."

Yang Fan said indifferently, but he was also secretly looking at Hu Fei.

This kid is also a freak. He went into a state of insanity before. He was not afraid of life and death, and he actually resisted the attack of the zombies in the foundation building period.

Before Yang Fan entered the tomb, he had faintly felt the forbidden power hidden in Hu Fei's body.Even the Fat Ghost Dao in the Foundation Establishment Stage was quite afraid of this, and allowed him to go mad, but turned a blind eye to it.

There was a dead silence in the tomb, only the heartbeat and breathing of the two people remained.

Hu Fei staggered up to Yang Fan, glanced at Fat Ghost Dao's body and storage bag on the ground, and said, "This battle...the spoils... belong to you."

When Yang Fan heard this, he couldn't help being startled, and said to himself: "Did I hear it right?"

"You saved... saved me... my life."

Hu Fei sat down on the ground, unexpectedly still has such a simple and honest side.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and declined: "It's a fluke that I survived, how dare I covet these things, and it may lead to murder."

He had already made up his mind that it was better for Hu Fei not to die, and it would be more beneficial for the two of them to leave the tomb together alive than for him to come out alive alone.

In this way, the attention of major forces such as Yangjiabao and Yuwu Villa will mostly focus on Hu Fei, a talented monk, and ignore the role of Yang Fan, a pharmacist in the early stage of Qi refining.

To put it bluntly, it is to ask Hu Fei to help Yang Fan share the attention and pressure from the outside world, so as not to arouse suspicion and speculation from interested people.

Just imagine, if Yang Fan is the only one who comes out alive, then he will surely become the focus of the major cultivating forces nearby.

Everyone is dead, even the strong ones in the foundation building stage are dead, so how can you, a monk in the early stage of Qi refining, come out alive?

Therefore, Yang Fan resolutely gave up Fat Guidao's storage bag and gave it to Hu Fei.

"So you... you are... afraid of death!"

Hu Fei suddenly realized that he was not as far-sighted as Yang Fan thought.

Yang Fan smiled wryly: "Yes, this spoil should belong to your 'Yuwu Villa'. Yang is just an accompanying pharmacist, so how dare you covet these things."

"If you don't... if you don't want it, then...then I'll take it privately!"

Hu Fei's eyes were bright, and he scraped away several storage bags on the ground with a speed that could not cover his ears, which stunned Yang Fan for a moment.

"You saved... saved my life, I, Hu... Hu Fei, start... from today... I owe you a...favor!"

Hu Fei said swearingly, and patted his chest, assuring him.

Yang Fan couldn't help feeling depressed, listening to this guy's words was too much effort.

"Okay, next time you come to Wuliu Town, I will refine a panacea for you to cure your stammer."

Yang Fan said rather weakly.

He didn't have any ill feeling towards this son. When Yang Fan performed dead wood skills on the outer layer of the tomb and pretended to be dead, the Fat Ghost Dao wanted to refine him into a blood corpse.

"This... this is what you said, when... then... don't forget... forget it."

When this son heard that Yang Fan could cure his stuttering disease, he immediately became excited and grabbed his shirt.

Yang Fan nodded heavily, and said weakly: "Let go..."

"hey-hey……"

Hu Fei sat down again, his injuries were no less serious than Yang Fan's, but he seemed to be fine.

Yang Fan doubted whether this child could feel pain, or whether he had a human physique.

"Let's recuperate here for a few days, and then find a way to get out of the tomb."

Yang Fan said something lightly, then sat cross-legged and ignored him.

"I...I listen...listen to you."

Hu Fei laughed endlessly, took those storage bags, and began to clean up the spoils inside, his eyes were shining brightly.

Yang Fan looked at the boy's excited appearance, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of pity. When he got out of the tomb, he wondered if he could keep these things.

However, with this son's character, it is very possible that for these spoils of war, he is not afraid of death and will fight desperately with any strong man.

Poor Hu Fei was pushed to the mouth of the storm by Yang Fan, but he didn't know it, and cleaned up the spoils in the storage bag with a smile on his face.

Yang Fan slowly closed his eyes and checked the specific condition of his body. When he noticed the Nine Nether Devil Qi deep in his dantian, he couldn't help being startled.

In an instant, he revealed a look of ecstasy, which was soon replaced by a trace of worry.

(9.18, don’t forget the national humiliation.)
(End of this chapter)