Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Ye Fan's eyes flickered when he heard this, Zou Qingyang was indeed not simple, he really had a hole card.

To be honest, he wasn't too surprised.

He has also seen the horror of the Demon Nest.

If it wasn't for the Zhuxian Sword, it would be difficult for him to get through it safely by relying on his own combat power alone, and his life might even be in danger.

The Zou family has now investigated seven places, and only one person died, which shows that the combat power is extraordinary.

"Time is short, and I will not delay."

Ye Fan glanced at the human skin that had melted into the palm of Di Junyang soul, cupped his hands slightly, turned and ran towards the distance.

The human skin is useless, it is just the spiritual wisdom born in this demon mountain, and the spiritual wisdom displayed can only play a guiding role in this demon mountain.

Now, this Yaoshen mountain demon nest has been destroyed, lost its core, and has been abandoned.

Walking all the way, naturally there is no obstacle.

Looking at the back of Ye Fan going away, he gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Dijun Yanghun stood in front of Zixiao Palace without turning around, his eyes were full of complex colors, he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the black mist, the visibility is very low, and it is almost difficult to tell the direction.

If ordinary monks do not have guidance and fall into it, they will definitely be trapped in it like entering a maze, unable to extricate themselves.

Not to mention entering the danger-ridden demon nest, entering it will only end up in death.

For tens of thousands of years, no monk who entered the Demon God Mountain could get out alive.

Even cultivators who refine the void cannot escape from it.

Several members of the Zou family had a map, while Ye Fan used the Zhuxian sword to rush around at will.

The sword of Zhu Xian split open, and Di Jun even passed on the message of Yaoshen Mountain for him.

Stopping and stopping, it didn't take long before the black fog in front gradually faded away.

Not far ahead is the next hiding place for the emperor's corpse provided by Dijun Yanghun.

"Whoosh..."

Exhaling a few deep breaths, Ye Fan, who was holding the Zhuxian sword tightly, paced slowly.

Zhulong and Yinglong followed to the left and right, and when they stepped out of the black mist, the black mist behind them began to dissipate.

The endless grassland is exposed, but the exposed soil is dark, as if it has been contaminated by oil.

A mountain of corpses piled up on the grassland, and the wind howled, blowing over the mountain of corpses, passing through the gaps, making a horrible whimpering sound, like the slightest demon, and the gods and Buddhas weeping.

Behind the mountain of corpses stands a majestic and tall altar.

The altar is hundreds of feet high and tens of thousands of feet in diameter.

It is engraved with dense runes, which are obscure and mysterious.

In the middle of the altar, there are tens of thousands of feet high black pillars.

A root-like bronze chain is wrapped around the black pillar, which seems to be suppressing something.

Countless figures in black robes covering their bodies and heads knelt around the altar, worshiping the Optimus Prime-like black pillar.

When Ye Fan appeared, those worshipers stopped in unison and turned their heads to look at him again.

Under the black robe is not a person with flesh and blood, but a skeleton.

In these white skeletons, red flames danced in the hollow and dark eye sockets, exuding a blood-red brilliance, as if congealed by fresh blood.

When worshiping the black pillar, the blood in the hollow eye sockets faintly exuded fear and devotion.

However, when they turned their heads to look at Hong Yefan, bloodthirsty and cruelty radiated from their eyes.

Chapter 1477 Skeletons are like a tide, and the altar's black pillars!

"Man...he is alive."

"Why do living people come here?"

"It's such a strong smell of flesh and blood."

"Wonderful taste, I want to eat."

Noisy, fly-like whispers came, one after another around the altar, making no secret of their tyranny and desire for flesh and blood.

Ye Fan frowned slightly, his eyes gleamed from Nanming Lihuo, detecting the skeletons in front of him.

After a few breaths, he detected all the skeletons present, and then lost interest.

The skeletons in front of them have no spiritual intelligence, and what supports them is only a ray of evil thoughts and some kind of inexplicable strange power.

Presumably, that strange power came from these black pillars in front of him.

Without spiritual intelligence, then the communication of skeletons is just some kind of instinct, so there will be voices of discussion.

However, the skeletons in front of them seemed unable to leave the altar.

So all of them were full of longing, but they could only stand on the edge of the altar with great anxiety, the three kings, Ye Fan and Ye Fan, were salivating.