At this time, Lu Fan did not dare to hide his clumsiness anymore. The body-tempering blood in his body burned fiercely, and his body skills increased sharply. He began to dodge the spitting of thick phlegm while punching one by one, killing the weasels hiding in the pile of corpses.
powder.
But soon.
Lu Fan realized something was wrong.
In this entire underground palace, if there are not ten thousand yellow skins, there must be eight thousand.
And they were all hiding in the pile of corpses like a coward.
Lu Fan had already tested it, and he stepped on the corpse and directly touched his knees!
This underground palace has been here for many years and thousands of years, and I don’t know how many corpses have been buried here!
This mountain-like pile of corpses, as well as countless yellow-skinned people with agile bodies...
It made Lu Fan feel like he was blasting mosquitoes with a cannon.
There is nothing but brute strength, but nowhere to use it.
"This is Huang Pizi's way of exchanging lives."
The voice of the girl ghost king sounded faintly in Lu Fan's mind: "This is a unique way to extend the life of Huang Pizi who has become a spirit."
"It disperses its energy to the surrounding descendants in advance. As long as the descendants do not die, it will not die, let alone reveal its true form."
"Isn't there any way to solve it?"
Lu Fan frowned: "If this continues, before it is beaten to death, I will be exhausted to death!"
As he spoke, he punched a golden-haired yellow-skinned creature to death.
Then the reaction speed of this golden-haired man was far beyond his imagination.
The fist wind had just roared, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lu Fan punched hard on the pile of corpses, sending up corpse powder all over the sky, but there was no trace of the golden fur and yellow skin.
"The extent of its cultivation here exceeds my imagination."
The voice of the girl ghost king had a hint of depth: "Huang Pizi will be able to walk upright after cultivating to perfection. After another fifty years of cultivation, he will become a white-haired Huang Daxian. After another hundred years of cultivation, he will become a golden-haired Daxian." "And."
Looking around, all the yellow skins here have become fine. There are not less than thousands of Wong Tai Sins that have been around for fifty years, and there are even a lot of golden yellow skins. It can be said that all the yellow skins here have a certain degree of
intelligence, and attack
sex."
"And when you reach the realm of golden-haired and yellow-skinned people, their intelligence far exceeds that of ordinary humans."
"They are flexible and have an innate warning of danger, and can predict where your power will land."
"If you rely on brute force, you will definitely not be able to clean them up."
After listening to the girl ghost king's words, Lu Fan took a deep breath, raised his body in mid-air, and glanced around coldly with his eyes.
"interesting."
At this time, the neither yin nor yang voice sounded again: "The smell of the blood in your body makes me feel a little familiar. It seems that I haven't felt it again in these thousands of years. Are you the descendant of those old perverts in ancient times?
Can’t do it?”
Huang Pizi's unique sensitivity to blood allowed him to detect the difference in the blood burning in Lu Fan's body at this moment.
"Tell me the truth, who are your ancestors? Maybe I have met them, maybe they are friends."
After listening to Huang Pizi's words, Lu Fan felt a chill on his back.
Who is the ancestor?
From what Huang Pizi said, he himself has seen a body-tempering person, right?
You must know that the era when body temperers existed was the ancient pre-Qin period.
It has been almost two thousand years since now. Now, am I actually facing an old man who has lived for more than two thousand years?
