On the open space, a huge ancient building sits. The building is square in shape and about ten feet high. Various ancient runes are densely listed on it. Those runes seem to be quite ancient existences, simple and mysterious.
The ancient atmosphere permeates the air.
From a distance, the shape of this ancient building resembles an altar recorded in ancient books. There are also bluestone stone steps on the front, but the stone steps are too huge. To the naked eye, each piece weighs less than ten thousand kilograms. It is hard to imagine.
What a huge project it would be to build such an altar.
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Ye Fan climbed up the huge stone steps layer by layer with his hands and feet.
Only the sound of heavy breathing echoed in the silent space. There was also a strong smell of sweat in the air. Ye Fan, who was finally exhausted, finally climbed to the top of the altar. What he saw was a large square.
The square is empty all around, except for a small triangular-shaped altar sitting in the center. The small altar is also covered with dense runes. The aura of the ancient times is much stronger than that under the altar.
Ye Fan, who couldn't bear the curiosity, ran forward regardless of his physical fatigue. His slender fingers touched the runes engraved on the altar, and a strange wave came from his fingertips, which made Ye Fan feel relaxed.
However, the comfortable feeling only lasted for a moment, and then a gray light suddenly burst out from the rune. At the same time, a suffocating sense of oppression came, and the tyrannical pressure was like a millstone, pressing hard on Ye
On Fan's head and body.
"Crunch." Under the pressure of that extremely domineering aura, Ye Fan's knees suddenly bent, and then he stood on the ground with one palm to resist the oppressive force.
The bones all over his body kept groaning under the load, and the profound energy in his body was running wildly, resisting the increasing pressure. Even Ye Fan could feel that this pressure seemed to have a spiritual power, and he wanted to make Ye Fan kneel down on his knees.
Surrender to it.
Drops of bright red blood suddenly seeped out of the pores. The blood flowed down the arm, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a shocking pool of blood on the ground.
Just when Ye Fan was about to collapse, a white light flashed out from his chest, and then with a arrogant attitude, the pressure in the sky above Ye Fan was blasted away.
"Chirp." After solving Ye Fan's trouble, the white light paused slightly in mid-air, revealing a half-moon figure, and then quickly flew over the altar in Ye Fan's shocked eyes, and disappeared in a flash.
The sudden disappearance of the little stone made Ye Fan feel a strong sense of loss. The little stone has always been Ye Fan's spiritual concern. If Ye Fan hadn't believed that the little stone would definitely come back. I'm afraid he would really go crazy and risk his life.
Smash the altar and find the Waning Moon Stone.
Time passed with difficulty as Ye Fan spent his days waiting like years. After more than ten minutes, a buzzing sound sounded from the depths of the altar, and then the waning moon stone shrouded in milky white light emerged from the altar in Ye Fan's eager eyes.
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The light mask dispersed, and the Waning Moon Stone returned to Ye Fan's chest with a "chirp" sound, leaving a gray-white light group floating in the air, swaying unsteadily. After a long time, the gray-white light group suddenly radiated brightly.
Zhang, an extremely arrogant shout suddenly exploded.
"Haha, the super invincible Master Chen has finally come out. Old dogs, please wash their necks for Master Chen and wait!"
The sudden explosion made Ye Fan startled. Then his alert eyes were locked on the light ball, and the Waning Moon Dagger was placed across his chest, ready to strike at any time.
After the light group yelled for a long time, it saw Ye Fan standing aside, and the light suddenly flickered.
"Who are you, little doll? What time period is it now? Where did that stone tablet go?"
A series of questions were asked at once, and the tone seemed very urgent.
Hearing this, although Ye Fan was very unhappy about being called a little baby, he didn't know the depth of the light group after all, so he didn't have an attack.
After thinking about it, Ye Fan replied: "My name is Ye Fan, it is the early years of Pinggu, and the strange stone tablet you mentioned has flown away.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan saw that the color of the light ball was a little dim again. The light ball seemed to be thinking about something. After a long time, he said in a playful tone: "Little baby, be honest. Your parents didn't tell you to lie."
Isn’t he a good boy?”
Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, this guy is so good at making pranks!
"Okay, Master Chen won't talk nonsense to you anymore. I can feel the stone tablet on your body. There is no need for you to lie to me. Hand it over if you are wise. Master Chen is very kind! Don't force it.
I kill people!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, pointed the waning moon dagger at the ball of light, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.