Chapter 119 The items in the sarcophagus

Hu Feihan rushed towards the fat ghost without fear of death, and was about to win the ending of one life for another.

This situation made Yang Fan a little happy, but immediately, his brows frowned again, as if considering the consequences of Hu Fei's death.

At this critical moment, the fat ghost's face was extremely ferocious, and a blood hole was broken on his forehead, and then bleeding from his seven orifices.

Ah!

The fat ghost's eyes were blood red, and a sudden roar was heard, and he actually gave up the other six layers of magic power that suppressed the highly poisonous body. He hit it out with a palm, and the momentum was like thunder, and he slapped the huge blue brick that was even more than a thousand pounds.

Almost at the same time, the gray light on his body surged, and he suddenly rolled around one meter in a radius, shaking Hu Fei and the zombies in the Foundation Establishment Stage together.

Yang Fan's expression changed, and he simply gave up his control of the blue bricks and retreated quickly.

He understood that as long as he persisted for a while, he would die of poisonous death with the severely injured state of the fat ghost path.

"Go to die..."

The fat ghost was furious, and his eyes filled with cold and murderous intent suddenly locked in Yang Fan.

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

call!

The fat ghost was like a fierce wind, rushing towards Yang Fan in the most brutal way.

At this moment, his body surface was covered with black blood, his vitality was lost, and his body kept trembling.

Yang Fan jumped in omniscient mode and avoided the palm of the fat ghost, but a strong gray wind still swept his shoulder.

puff!

Yang Fan spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, his face pale, but he saved his life and rolled to the next to the two sarcophagus.

One of the sarcophagus had been split open by the domineering palm force of the headless demon corpse, but it was not shattered. Yang Fan was very confident in the material of the sarcophagus and hid on the side of the sarcophagus.

At this time, Fat Ghost's eyes were bloodshot, and his consciousness was on the edge, leaving only the last trace of crazy obsession, and he didn't even look at it, slashing at the sarcophagus with one palm.

Bang!

The sarcophagus was shaken, but it was not damaged at all.

Sure enough, as Yang Fan expected, the sarcophagus that can be split by the headless demon corpse may not be able to be able to be split into a fat ghost in the foundation-building stage. After all, the former's strength is definitely not weaker than that of a high-level cultivator. The power of a palm can crush magic weapons, but it only splits the sarcophagus.

Bang bang bang bang...

The fat ghost road hit four or five palms in a row, but the sarcophagus was still safe and sound.

Yang Fan looked surprised and said in his mind that the material of this sarcophagus was extraordinary and might be taken back for refining weapons...

call!

At this moment, the fat ghost path finally woke up a little and actually jumped over the sarcophagus.

"not good!"

Yang Fan's face narrowed, and he suddenly waved his hand. The black whip was like a snake's shadow, silently wrapping around the fat ghost's thighs.

This black whip is full of spirituality. After entangling the fat ghost path, it immediately tangles, like a living poisonous snake.

“Um…”

The fat ghost was strangled from his feet to his neck by a black whip, and his body suddenly became stiff, his face was dull, and his whole body was paralyzed.

Yang Fan found that a trace of light black light flashed on the black whip, which penetrated into the body of the fat ghost, causing him to paralyze all his body and lose all his ability to resist.

In this way, the fat ghost Taoist stood in front of Yang Fan, stunned, his body was full of toxicity, and his vitality was taken away little by little.

During this process, Yang Fan saw a strange scene. The essence and blood in the fat ghost's body were swallowed bit by bit by bit by bit by the black whip along the thin black light.

When the fat ghost path died, the black whip in his hand automatically softened and returned to its original length.

There seemed to be no change, but Yang Fan felt that this spiritual weapon seemed to have been enhanced a little invisibly.

This black whip was the personal spiritual weapon given to Yang Fan when he left "Yihe Village". When he was refining it, he felt that this thing was extremely strange and had not yet discovered its true effect.

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

After resting for a while, Yang Fan's magic power recovered most of his power and barely got up from the ground. He accidentally involved the serious injury in his body and groaned, looking extremely weak.

If it is a casual injury, Yang Fan's variant physique can recover automatically. However, the serious injuries in his body were caused by the previous impact of powerful demonic energy and infusion. It has extremely strong destructive power and is difficult to recover in a short period of time.

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

Yang Fan stood there with a deep thought on his face, and his eyes quickly fell on several storage bags in the Fat Ghost Path. He picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help but feel moved.

The cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage have abundant capital, so there are thousands of light spirit stones, several spiritual weapons, more than a dozen magic weapons, and other jade slips.

After a while, Yang Fan sighed lightly and temporarily placed the storage bag on the ground, but he still had no money to take.

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

One of the sarcophagus had long been split, and there was nothing else inside. Just a puppet with an iron armor flashed with a faint metallic luster.

This is the iron-armored puppet that was close to the foundation-building stage before.

"This puppet has not been refined..."

Yang Fan showed surprise on his face. Wouldn't that mean that he could become the owner of this thing as long as he refined it a little?

If you can control a puppet with strength close to the foundation-building stage, it will greatly increase Yang Fan's life-saving capital and can almost be rampant in the concentrating stage.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan put his hand on the sarcophagus and puppet, and his consciousness entered the "Xianhong Space".

Swish!

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

"Success!"

Yang Fan's joyful words were overwhelming.

Then, he moved away another sarcophagus, and there was a puppet lying there, but the shell of the puppet was silver armor, looking lifeless.

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

He didn't care about this anymore and did the same thing and put the sarcophagus into the "Xianhong Space".

After doing this, Yang Fan faintly heard the movement outside, quickly put away the black whip, pinched the magic tricks, and took back the blue brick.

As for the storage bag left by the Fat Ghost Path, Yang Fan glanced at it without touching it, and showed a look of thought.

Soon, Hu Fei, who was covered in severe wounds and was covered in scars, walked into the hall and said hesitantly: "He... is he dead?"

"Yes... he died of poison."

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

This guy is also a freak. He had entered a state of madness before and was not afraid of life and death, but actually resisted the attack of the foundation-building zombies.

Before entering the tomb, Yang Fan vaguely felt the forbidden power hidden in Hu Fei's body. Even the fat ghost in the foundation-building stage was quite afraid of this, allowing him to go crazy, but he didn't see it.

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

Hu Fei staggered to Yang Fan, looked at the corpse and storage bag of the fat ghost on the ground, and said, "This battle...the spoil... belongs to you."

When Yang Fan heard this, he was stunned and said to himself: "Am I heard it right?"

"You saved...save me...I'll live."

Hu Fei sat on the ground, and he had such a honest side.

Yang Fan smiled slightly and refused: "It's a lucky thing that I can survive. How dare I greedy for these things? It might lead to a disaster of killing at that time."

He had already made up his mind that Hu Fei would better not die. It would be more beneficial for the two to leave the tomb together than for him to come out alone.

In this way, the attention of major forces such as Yangjiabao and Yuwu Villa will most likely focus on Hu Fei, a genius monk, thus ignoring the role of Yang Fan, the early stage of Qi refining.

To put it bluntly, it is to ask Hu Fei to help Yang Fan share the external vision and pressure, so as not to arouse suspicion and speculation from those who are interested.

Just imagine, if Yang Fan is the only one who comes alive, he will definitely become the focus of the major nearby immortal cultivators.

Everyone is dead, even the strong men in the Foundation Establishment Stage are dead. Why can you, a cultivator in the early stage of Qi refining, come out alive?

Therefore, Yang Fan reluctantly gave up the storage bag of Fat Ghost and gave it to Hu Fei.

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

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

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, this spoil should belong to your 'Rainfo Villa'. Yang is just a accompanying pharmacist, so how dare you covet these things."

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

Hu Fei's eyes were so bright that he scraped away several storage bags on the ground at a speed that was beyond the speed of thunder, which made Yang Fan stunned for a moment.

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

Hu Fei said confidently, and patted his chest, ensuring that he said.

Yang Fan couldn't help but feel depressed. It was too much effort to hear this guy speak.

"Okay, next time you come to Wuliu Town, I will refine a spiritual pill for you to cure your stuttering disease."
To be continued...