Chapter 117: The poisonous plan, Yang Fan counterattack!

The dark tomb was damp and cold, with biting cold air, and gusts of cold wind, accompanied by the hiss of several evil spirits.

That disgusting rotting corpse energy also spread in this closed thousand-year-old tomb.

At this moment, in such a dead environment, only three human monks remained, and one of the thousand-year-old headless demon corpses who were in deep sleep and could be awakened at any time.

In the dark red hall, Fat Ghost Dao and Hu Fei both stood up barely, and were hostile to each other, but they stood up, but they did not dare to have any abnormal movement.

After a long time, the two began to move slowly and pay attention to the sleeping headless demon corpse.

No response.

The headless demon corpse seemed to have fallen into an eternal sleep.

call!

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, but they did not dare to take it lightly. They breathed slightly and barely opened their spiritual sense.

For some reason, there is a strange force in this hall. With Hu Fei's cultivation level of the mind concentrating stage, his spiritual consciousness can only barely extend out of his body; Fat Ghost Dao is a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, but under some restrictions, he can only exert the strength of the mind concentrating perfection, and his spiritual consciousness can only extend within a range of one or two meters.

Of course, this is also related to the two of them’s severe damage.

"I...I'll go out first..."

Hu Fei glared at the fat ghost, moved his body and walked slowly out of the hall.

"snort."

The fat ghost looked at him coldly, without stopping him, and perhaps he was concerned about the existence of the headless demon corpse and did not dare to stop him.

Seeing Hu Fei leave the hall, Fat Ghost's eyes fell on the sarcophagus not far away.

Part of the sarcophagus was split, and there was a faint luster inside. It was still far away, hazy, unreal, and could not see it in detail, and the spiritual consciousness could not extend so far.

The fat ghost was hesitant and stood there, not knowing whether he should go there or not.

Just then, there was a sound of fighting, thunder and lightning, accompanied by the screams of the evil spirits.

It turned out that Hu Fei met a demon on the way.

Then, the screams of the evil ghost came. Obviously, Hu Fei mastered the magical power of thunder and lightning, and had a fire-type spiritual weapon in his hand. Once the thunder and fire was activated, he would be able to greatly restrain such ghosts and zombies.

"It seems that this guy has recovered some of his combat power. I have to act quickly. The Green Eagle sent out has been wiped out... If the people from Yuwu Villa come, it would be bad..."

Fat Ghost Dao gritted his teeth and walked towards the sarcophagus deep in the hall. The twinkling hazy light was like an oasis in the desert, making him pay at all costs.

Ten feet...nine feet...eight feet...

As we approached little by little, the fat ghost was walking on thin ice, and was extremely careful, fearing that there were still some restrictions around us, or that the terrifying headless demon corpse had awakened.

As time went by, he walked five or six feet apart, but encountered nothing abnormal, and was about to walk near the sarcophagus.

At this time, the fat ghost stopped again. He was considering whether to summon another zombie to open the way in front of him. The zombie in the foundation-building stage was still lying next to the sarcophagus in splits, which made him feel very distressed.

At this moment, another sound of footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Why are you back?"

Fat Ghost Dao looked at Hu Fei who was walking into the hall with bright eyes.

"The entrance to the tomb...is blocked."

Hu Fei said dejectedly.

The material inside the entire Millennium Tomb is extremely hard. After the entrance collapsed, in his current state, it would be difficult to open the entrance without a few days.

When he heard this, Fat Ghost's face changed drastically, and he also lowered his head and stamped his feet.

When the headless demon corpse came in, it caused a huge roar, and the fat ghost path also vaguely guessed some clues.

"Let's go over and take a look. Maybe there is a living mouth on the outer layer of the tomb."

The fat ghost's light way.

The two walked out of the hall.

At the entrance of the hall, Fat Ghost Grief gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag, and sacrificed the last zombie with a strength comparable to the foundation building. A light red flame was emitting in his eyes.

In the previous battles, all the zombies he cultivated were lost. Those with the lowest strength were comparable to the peak of Qi refining, which cost him a lot of effort.

At this moment, he even wanted to die.

When he arrived at the outer layer of the tomb, the fat ghost path expanded his spiritual sense and soon discovered Yang Fan's existence.

At this moment, Yang Fan's breathing was almost stopped, and his breath was extremely weak.

Hu Fei exclaimed, ran forward, opened the soil layer, revealing Yang Fan's cold body.

"He...he's going to die."

Hu Fei pointed at Yang Fan and said hesitantly.

The fat ghost also stared at Yang Fan and expanded his spiritual sense.

Indeed, on the verge of death, half of his foot stepped into the gates of hell.

At some point, the vitality in Yang Fan's body disappeared completely, his skin was cold, his breathing stopped, and his heartbeat stopped.

"Dead?"

Fat ghost raised his eyebrows.

Hu Fei looked disappointed and stood up, not wanting to care about Yang Fan anymore, and planned to go out.

"Wait, this person has just died, so I asked me to refine him into a 'blood corpse' and can self-destruct at the entrance to open the way for us."

The fat ghost showed joy on his face.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? You can enter...the entrance can be opened slowly. He... has helped us...before."

Hu Fei glared at him and actually stopped the fat ghost.

"You are looking for death!? He has helped you 'Rain Villa', but for me, it's just a chess piece to use, not to mention that he is dead now."

The fat ghost's face darkened.

"I...I've seen it long ago...I don't like you anymore!"

Hu Fei suddenly entered a state of madness, grinned, waved his hands, and a low roar. His aura suddenly relaxed, and he looked like he was going to fight at any time.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for being rude. I will refine the 'blood corpse' together later."

The fat ghost started to pinch the magic tricks, and the foundation-building zombie beside him "huh" and pounced on Hu Fei.

Hu Fei was not showing any weakness, and his hands were flashing with lightning. He held the fire-attributed flying sword and suddenly attacked and stood on the zombie.

For a moment, thunder and fire roared, and it was extremely powerful.

However, the huge gap in the ranks is insurmountable.

bite!

Mars are everywhere, and only a small piece of burn marks are left on the zombies in the foundation-building stage.

As for Hu Fei, he was knocked out with a "bang", hitting the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, looking dying.

"Go to die!"

Fat Ghost Dao continued to pinch his skills and was ready to control the zombies to kill Hu Fei.

However, at this moment, the fat ghost's body suddenly trembled, fell to the ground, rolling on the ground constantly, looking extremely painful.

“Ah~”

The fat ghost screamed repeatedly, his eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, his roaring, his skin turned black, and large pieces of black blood were overflowing.

Not only him, but also the dying Hu Fei, his whole body trembled and his skin turned black, as if he had been infected with some poison.

"You...you..."

While screaming, the fat ghost Dao looked at the figure who was slowly standing up not far away.

It's not a zombie or a ghost, but Yang Fan.

Yang Fan, who was resurrected from the dead.

Yang Fan was also seriously injured, with blood on his body. He endured the severe pain and slowly stood up from the ground and stared at the fat ghost coldly.

"How could you...you...can you...be it..."

The fat ghost was incredible and suddenly remembered something again.

Yang Fan was incredibly painful, and the terrible injuries in his body were difficult to recover. Unless he could meet a high-level pharmacist in person, it would be impossible to heal in a short time.

He simply sat on the ground, took out a pill from the storage bag, threw it to Hu Fei, and said, "This is the antidote, take it quickly."

Hu Fei picked up the pill and took it immediately without thinking.

"That's right... I planted a highly poisoned person before entering the tomb..." Yang Fan said calmly, and then his blood and blood surged, "Cough cough..."

After coughing a few times, Yang Fan vomited a mouthful of thick blood before he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more comfortable.

At this time, Hu Fei stopped trembling, but he also seemed weak.
To be continued...