Chapter 102: Golden Corpse Bones

  In the realm of fantasy, Yan Qing led the Bamboo Old Ghost forward with an unstoppable momentum.

  Chu Tian said he was at the peak of external alchemy cultivation, but in Lu Fan's eyes, it was absolutely not just that.

  Facing the towering, majestic and powerful stone puppets holding various blades, Yan Qing didn't even release his own aura. But relying on his fist technique that carried a shocking power, he charged forward, and these stone puppets were unable to stop his footsteps.

  His leisurely and carefree demeanor made Lu Fan feel inferior by comparison.

  Yan Qing, who looked only a few years older than him, was actually stronger. Lu Fan secretly estimated that he would probably have to break through to the outer boundary before he could have a good fight with Yan Qing.

  After watching for a while, Lu Fan and others also withdrew their line of sight.

  Lu Fan was slightly puzzled, with overlapping voids, reality and illusion. This ability wasn't something that ordinary xianqi practitioners could grasp.

  Lu Fan remembered that this was probably something that could be done by at least a Qi-refining cultivator of the Qiankun realm.

  Could it be that this Xianqi master had actually reached the Qiankun realm?

  Han Feng pouted and said: "Blood Hand Yan Qing, I think that's all. Just a little stronger than me. Sooner or later I will surpass him, hmm, sooner or later..."

  After some private discussion among themselves, the four of them continued walking forward.

  This room is really too big, and it took almost an hour to walk through. Suddenly, a terrifying thing appeared in front of me.

  Lu Fan and others stopped in their tracks, all of them taking a cold breath.

  What entered the eye was an ocean of bones, layer upon layer of white bones filled the entire room, two stone pillars emerged from the bone pile.

  The dilapidated stone pillar looks as if it has been hacked by countless swords.

  "Human bones, all human bones. How many people must have died? Could it be that this Xianqi master was surrounded and killed by the top experts of the entire Wudang Academy?"

  Han Feng exclaimed in admiration. Holding the Bi Shui Chang Tian sword, he lightly tapped a piece of bone.

  The next moment, this bone suddenly turned into powder.

  Han Feng was startled and asked: "What's going on?"

  The relatively calm Chu Tian squatted down and gently touched the bone powder. Then he carefully looked at all the white bones again. Chu Tian said in a cold voice, "It's not that time has passed for too long, but these people were stripped of their skin and flesh in an instant, leaving only their skeletons. However, their bones were also shattered. They just retained the shape before they died."

  Chu Xing's senior brother also squatted down, pointing to a skeleton inside and said: "Do you see that skeleton? Its bones are almost turning golden. At least it's a Tian Feng realm warrior. And that one, after death its bones were shrouded in seven-colored light, undoubtedly a Xian Qi Shi."

  Han Feng exclaimed: "This can't be. Isn't it said that the master of this mansion is also a fairy doctor? One, two, three, four."

  Han Feng counted forward, according to Chu Xing's words. Among these piles of corpses, there were at least more than a dozen Tian Gang realm warriors and five or six Xian Qi masters.

  With such power, even attacking a martial arts academy would be no problem at all.

  But now they all died here, and were even killed in one hit. This is simply unbelievable.

  Chu Tian's senior brother lightly touched a corpse, and in an instant, the skeleton shattered like scattered ripples into powder. If it were just the skeleton that turned to powder, it would be fine, but the stacked blades beside the skeleton also turned to powder.

  Everyone was stunned and Lu Fan muttered: "How terrifying must this power be to achieve this."

  Chu Tian Dao said: "Not everyone who has reached the realm of Qian Kun can necessarily achieve this. One thing is certain, the master of this mansion is definitely not just a Xian Qi Master."

  Lu Fan and others nodded in agreement.

  Step forward, and the black stone slab underfoot also begins to appear one after another deep pit, like spider web-like texture spreading around.

  It wasn't until then that Lu Fan could see clearly what kind of material the stone slabs under his feet were. A bright crimson streak in the middle of the stone slab made Lu Fan recognize it.

  These stones are all top-quality inkstones.

  Even the most ordinary inkstones can be transformed into test tools that warriors can use to fight without any problems. The top-quality inkstones even have a terrifying tenacity, along with self-healing abilities.

  But now, these high-quality inkstones also have irreparable deep pits on them.

  It can be imagined how shocking and earth-shaking that great war was at first.

  "Look, they didn't all come in on their own. They were dragged in by a powerful force. Judging from the marks left behind, these people were preparing to escape outward. Unfortunately, none of them made it out in time. They were all left behind, and with their last strength, they all charged downward into the ground."

  Chu Tian Shixiong was like an old man with extremely rich combat experience, explaining to Lu Fan and the others the possible situation that might have occurred at each mark. From time to time, Chu Xing Shixiong would also add a couple of sentences on the side, making Lu Fan suddenly enlightened.

  Lu Fan was now somewhat curious about the origins of Chu Tian and Chu Xing, who were only a few years older than him. How did they have such venomous eyes and experience?

  Next to him, Han Feng seemed to have seen through Lu Fan's thoughts and lowered his voice, saying: "Lu Fan Shidi, aren't you surprised? Haha, I told you. The people of Yiyuan are all a little secretive."

  Lu Fan nodded in agreement.

  Finally, Chu Tian's footsteps came to a stop, and in front of him, a skeleton kneeling on one knee appeared before his eyes.

  Unlike other corpses, this corpse looked very hard.

  Han Feng poked the corpse with his sword a few times, but all he heard were a few crisp sounds. The corpse didn't even budge.

  "Ah, there's still one that hasn't turned into powder."

  Han Feng smiled and spoke up.

  "Probably he's the one who made this move."

  Lu Fan's gaze fell on the right hand of this skeleton.

  All that was seen was a small black tower on his right hand, about half a foot long, with a glossy black color. Although it looked ordinary, it was finely carved and vividly lifelike. Upon closer inspection, the patterns on top seemed to be alive.

  Intuition told Lu Fan that this was a good thing.

  But Lu Fan, who was born with a sense of vigilance, did not directly reach out to take it.

  Suddenly, Lu Fan felt his waistband slightly trembling.

  He reached in and wiped it with his hand, and suddenly Lu Fan discovered that the Ten Sides Cauldron was shaking violently.

  Holding the Ten Sides Cauldron, the transparent cauldron was shaking violently, as if it had gone mad.

  Lu Fan furrowed his brow, unable to understand what was going on.

  Han Feng turned around the corpse and looked at his surroundings, saying: "I feel that the move that killed so many people was released by him."

  Chu Tian Dao said: "Your observation skills have improved. That's right. It should be him who let it out."

  Han Feng said: "So to speak, this guy must have been very powerful before. Let me take a look."

  Han Feng went forward and knocked on the skull of the corpse's head.

  The next moment, the great hall shook violently, and the golden skeleton suddenly moved a little.