The remains of the ancient bell stood in the center of the hall. Yang Bufan put the broken pieces into his arms. The aura of the statues on both sides oppressed people and made them breathless. They were so lifelike that they looked like living people. Solemn and solemn, exuding endless majesty.
Yang Bufan felt uneasy and continued to walk inside.
The ancient palace is very deep, and the view inside is relatively dim. It is difficult to see what else is inside without walking closer.
As we go deeper, we can see this ancient temple more and more clearly.
"That is"!
Yang Bufan's pupils tightened, the hairs all over his body stood up, cold sweat started flowing down instantly, he was extremely frightened.
The light was too dim just now, so I couldn't see clearly inside. Now as I go deeper, the scene inside comes into view.
In front are rows of steps that go upright and very high. At the end of the steps is a large seat, like a dragon chair specially designed for emperors to sit on. It is very impressive.
But the scary thing is that there is a corpse on the dragon chair, sitting there right now, holding a broken sword in his hand and leaning on the ground.
The other hand was on his knees, and his eyes were looking directly below, like an emperor inspecting his courtiers in the court, showing his endless imperial aura.
The clothes on his body were intact, as if they were new, and they were still shining brightly. However, underneath the clothes was a corpse from an unknown number of years ago, which was very terrifying.
Yang Bufan was breathing rapidly, which really scared him at first.
At a quick glance, it looked like a person was sitting on top and looking down. The aura of a superior person was approaching, which really had a big impact on him.
Everything here would have a great impact on his soul, but only when facing this corpse,
At that moment, he had a feeling that his careful psychological defense broke at that moment and collapsed instantly. Wireless fear involuntarily bubbled up from the bottom of his heart, occupying his entire soul in an instant.
It was as if there was endless imperial aura rushing towards him, pressing into his soul. His feet were so weak that he almost knelt down.
That feeling is really indescribable, as if he is not facing a corpse at this moment, but the emperor of the world. Just a casual glance can make your heart tremble.
The hollow eye sockets of the corpse had long been devoid of anything, but even so, it seemed as if thousands of rays of light were shooting out of his eye sockets.
It makes people feel that their eyes are like torches, as if they can see everything about a person at a glance, and it makes people feel as if they are standing naked in front of him without any secrets. Makes you feel uncomfortable.
Yang Bufan held on, shook his head, forced himself to steady his mind, and took a few deep breaths before feeling a little more relaxed.
There was no longer such a strong sense of oppression, but his legs and feet still refused to obey his orders. He simply sat down cross-legged and waited for recovery.
Now he feels much better than before. He feels that all the pressure is fading away from his body bit by bit, and he doesn't know why.
Because he saw the big yellow dog next to him, it was obvious that the big yellow dog felt the same as he did just now.
At this time, the big yellow dog was lying on the ground, with his head lowered and whimpering softly, as if he was extremely frightened. Yang Bufan had never seen the big yellow dog acting like this.
The usually arrogant big yellow dog was lying there, unable to raise its head due to oppression, and all this was caused by the hollow eye sockets of the corpse staring at this place.
It's hard to imagine who this person is and how powerful he must have been in life. His aura is so natural that people can't help but fall to their knees just by looking at him!
Yang Bufan stretched out his hand and stroked the big yellow dog's head. The big yellow dog felt much quieter when he stroked it.
My whole body was shaking so hard before, it was shaking like a sieve. At this time, he slowly became quiet, but it seemed that fear still filled his heart.
"Don't be afraid of Dahuang. That person has no ill intentions towards us. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get here. If you are tired, just lie down on the ground and have a good rest!" Yang Bufan was comforting the big yellow dog softly. Her head nudged him, as if giving him a response.
As time went by, they could clearly feel that the pressure was receding like a tide, and their whole bodies felt much more relaxed.
Only now did Yang Bufan feel that his back was soaked with sweat. The scene just now really frightened them to the extreme. Others could not understand it. Facing the corpse sitting above them was like facing a god. The oppressed people could not lift their heads.
After a long time, Yang Bufan felt that he could move freely and returned to normal.
He stood up and walked towards the steps. He wanted to go up and see what happened.
He walked to the steps and climbed up. The steps were very high. He walked up step by step. The sound of his footsteps on the steps made a thumping sound that echoed in the hall.
The big yellow dog did not go up and watched quietly below.
When he reached half the distance, he looked more carefully.
Behind the chair was a wall. There was a large word written in blood on the wall. The font was red. The smell of blood came to my face, and it looked like blood was about to drip. It was obvious that the words were written in blood. .
The font was very old, and Yang Bufan didn't even recognize what it was. He just felt a fighting spirit rising into the sky. The fighting spirit was so terrifying that it could be clearly felt and lingered in his heart.
Who wrote this? Why is there such a huge fighting spirit?
Did that corpse sitting there write it when it was alive?
If so, it would be too shocking.
You must know that this ancient palace and the corpse have existed for who knows how many years, but the text seems to have just been written, dripping with blood and bright red in color.
Yang Bufan had all kinds of doubts in his heart, but at this time he didn't know why, so he had to give up.
Faced with all this, Yang Bufan felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.
He had no way of finding out, let alone trying to figure it all out.
He continued to walk upward, but it was not easy for him. The higher he went, the more he felt an invisible pressure oppressing his body.
At this moment, his body felt extremely heavy, as if a huge force was pressing on him.
Although Yang Bufan is not old, you must know that the power contained in his small body is terrifying. He has already demonstrated it when he was in the village. He can be called a humanoid dragon. In an instant, he can burst out with unimaginable power. strength.
But at this moment, he was walking with great difficulty and was struggling.
Feeling that there was a huge force pressing on his shoulders, he silently gritted his teeth and endured it, climbing up step by step.
Now he was covered in sweat, his face was red, sweat flowed into his eyes, and it hurt. He stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, and continued to climb up regardless.
The big yellow dog could see clearly underneath. It looked very anxious at this time, pacing back and forth and barking, as if calling Yang Bufan to come back.
But Yang Bufan didn't seem to hear the big yellow dog's bark, because he was about to reach the end and reach the top.
The stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat came from the young man. When he took the last step, the bones in his body began to creak, which was a sign of being under tremendous pressure.
Yang Bufan was in pain all over his body and heartbroken. He remained silent and gritted his teeth to persist.
Finally he climbed up. The moment he reached the top, the pressure on his body suddenly seemed to increase several times. It felt like a huge mountain was being carried on his body.
"Bang" sound,
He was oppressed and fell to his knees, sweat dripping down his clothes.
Yang Bufan took a few deep breaths, and then slowly tried to stand up. His face was red from holding back, as if he was about to bleed.
He slowly stood up and finally walked in front of the two corpses. The corpses sat there with endless majesty and inviolability.
There was a table in front of him. Yang Bufan held his hand on the table to relieve his pressure. There was nothing but a piece of golden paper on the table.
