Chapter 332 Statue of the Poison King
Seeing that Yang Fan walked into the gate of the Poison King Hall, the gate of the Poison King Hall automatically closed behind him with a squeak.
"Based on past experience, after Yang Fan enters the Poison King Hall, he will not come out within a day. Let's go back to the village first and wait, and come over after the time."
Elder Hurricane saw the gate of the Poison King Hall closed again, turned around and said to everyone.
There is plenty of spiritual energy in the Poison King Hall. Even if you cannot get the Poison King secret book, you will have the opportunity to practice in the Poison King Hall for a day. When the prescribed time comes, the inheritors who enter the Poison King Hall will be automatically sent out of the Poison King Hall by their sister.
The Poison King Order Yang Fan received allowed him to enter the Poison King Hall as the first, and it was difficult for others to come one by one in order.
Liang Hucheng smiled proudly at this time and said to Bi Hailong: "Captain Bi, we are not waiting here anymore. Are you still protecting the Dharma for Yang Fan?"
"Liang Hucheng, you must be proud. Yang Fan, an outsider, was delusional to get the secret book of the Poison King, which was simply a dream."
Bi Hailong's expression was extremely gloomy, and the anger in his eyes was burning, and he said coldly to Liang Hucheng.
Then, Bi Hailong arranged for someone to stay and wait at the gate of the Poison King Hall, obviously for Yang Fan in this life, for fear that he would sneak out of the Poison King Hall and run away when everyone was not paying attention.
After all the arrangements were made, Bi Hailong led other masters from ** Village to surrounded the second hall master like stars and arched the moon, and rushed back to ** Village.
Liang Hucheng also left a master from Wufeng Village, guarded outside the Poison King Hall, and then took the others back.
At this moment, Yang Fan was in the Poison King Hall, and a corridor appeared in front of him. In front of the corridor, there was an antique stone door.
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is so rich."
Feeling the abundant spiritual energy in the Poison King Hall, Yang Fan's expression seemed extremely happy.
If you can practice in this place, your strength will definitely increase by more than 10 times higher than outside. Maybe it won’t take long to improve Yang Fan’s realm.
But the time is tight in front of you, Yang Fan should practice here?
The main purpose of his visit to the Poison King Hall in the Wild Mountain was to find Yanhua and extract the antidote to save Leng Qingyue. It was impossible for him to let Leng Qingyue lose his life for the sake of cultivation.
Yang Fan took a big step forward, but unexpectedly, an invisible pressure suddenly enveloped him.
"What's going on with this gravity?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression became extremely solemn, and he thought to himself.
The corridor is full of weirdness, and the gravity is twice as high as outside. However, such gravity is not difficult for Yang Fan.
Then Yang Fan took another step and felt that the gravity covering him was twice as high.
As Yang Fan's pace accelerated, he was getting closer and closer to the stone gate, but the gravity on his body was also doubled at a terrifying growth rate.
But he had walked halfway through the corridor. At this moment, Yang Fan felt that his body weighed a ton, and his strong body seemed to have become a burden at this moment, which made Yang Fan feel extremely difficult.
"This gravity is so terrifying."
Yang Fan's expression became gloomy, he took a sudden breath, and barely used the true energy in his body to strode towards the stone gate.
I don’t know what the floor of this corridor is made of? With Yang Fan’s strong body, there was no trace when he stepped on it hard.
As Yang Fan's pace accelerated, the pressure on him was doubling. Finally, he almost used all his strength to walk to the stone gate.
"I really didn't expect that the Poison King Hall was so evil and so terrible. Even ordinary ancient martial arts masters would not be able to walk to the stone gate after passing the selection."
Yang Fan reached out to wipe off the sweat from his forehead and murmured nervously.
Yang Fan took a breath of air conditioning, then reached out and pushed the stone door in front of him, filling the true energy in his body.
What surprised Yang Fan was that the stone door was gently pushed open, and there was no effort at all.
Yang Fan stepped into the stone gate and saw a vast area appearing in front of him.
Yang Fan looked at the decorations in the room carefully, and instantly, he was attracted by a stone statue in the middle of the room.
It was a statue with a proportion of the same size as that of ordinary people. The statue seemed to be wearing ancient beast skins, and a huge mace was held in its right hand. The whole body exuded an ancient wilderness.
The statue faced Yang Fan, and Yang Fan looked up at the statue. When he looked at the statue's eyes, the tiger's body suddenly shook, and felt a crazy and bloodthirsty aura, and rushed directly to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan's body suddenly shook, and he felt the powerful aura. The true energy in his body was running wildly. The supreme poisonous insect that was originally ready to move in his body had now become quiet.
There was nothing in the empty hall, but because of this statue, I felt very depressed.
"Is this statue the Poison King statue?"
A trace of light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, and even felt that his heart was beating faster.
I don’t know how many years this statue has been passed down, but it still looks like a lifetime. The momentum inside the statue is very powerful. From here, you can feel how powerful the founding master of the Desert Mountain Poison King Hall is.
unbelievable.
Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked into the hall with a solemn expression. It can be seen that there was nothing else in the entire hall except this statue.
"Didn't you say there is a poison king secret here?"
Yang Fan showed a puzzled expression on his face and murmured to himself.
Before Yang Fan came in, Liang Miaoke told him that Yanhua and the Poison King secret book were in this Poison King Hall, but now there is nothing else in this hall except the Poison King statue.
"It seems that there must be a secret room in this hall?"
Yang Fan raised his eyebrows gently upwards, wielding his spiritual strength, and observing the surrounding walls.
But for some reason, at this time, Yang Fan's spiritual power was useless in the hall. After his spiritual power reached the wall, it rebounded back. It was impossible to observe whether there was a secret room behind the wall.
"I don't believe it anymore, and I can't detect it, so I just smashed it."
A trace of light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the breath in his body moved, and he suddenly moved in and hit the wall with all his strength.
Boom ~
With a loud bang, a huge force would come from the wall. Yang Fan shook unconsciously retreated, the qi and blood in his body kept surging, and his internal organs were almost injured.
"What is this wall made of? It's so hard."
A shock flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. The punch he used with all his strength could smash even a hard diamond. Unexpectedly, the wall was not hurt at all.
Yang Fan's pupils contracted, and his gaze turned back to the statue of the Poison King again.
Since Liang Miaoke told him that Yanhua and the Poison King secret book were both in this Poison King Hall, it would definitely not be a deception. Now it seems that if you want to find it, you may have to find a gap in the statue.
After a little hesitation, Yang Fan walked towards the statue, thinking to himself, maybe there is some mechanism above the statue that can open the secret room.
He watched Yang Fan walk into the statue step by step, and just as Yang Fan was more than ten meters away from the statue, a gloss suddenly flashed across the statue's eyes. Then, an extremely fierce aura enveloped Yang Fan's body.
"It turns out that this statue has other worlds."
A trace of solemnity flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. It was just a statue, which actually released such strong pressure. If he hadn't been sure of this, he would have thought that a peerless master had come.
At this moment, Yang Fan slowly walked towards the statue and the closer he got to the statue, the stronger the pressure Yang Fan felt. When he reached a place only a few meters away from the statue, the pressure on his body could already crush a car.
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Even the second hall master who had attacked Yang Fan before was beyond the reach of such pressure.
Chapter completed!