When the voice fell, a space channel appeared behind the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, swallowing his true meaning into it.

"Give me something?"

Although somewhat puzzled, Yang Fan could more or less guess it.

"Boy, do you want to move on next?"

The ancestor of Qilin touched his feet like a human being, touched his flat belly, and said.

"Why, are you hungry?"

The corners of Yang Fan's mouth raised. These two dogs, whether in this life or after reincarnation, always like to eat. Yang Fan is sure of this.

"A little bit, but I can bear it."

The ancestor Qilin grinned and said with a smile.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly and walked in front of the team, closely followed by more than two dozen people behind him. As for Rong Liting and the others, their strength was too low, and Yang Fan did not let them follow.

After walking for about a long time, everyone obviously felt that some monks were gathering in front of them, and they seemed to be waiting for something.

After passing through a forest that can block the consciousness of the gods, the entrance to the cave that is only two meters in size is imprinted in everyone's eyes, and the entrance is covered with a powerful reality.

Only at the first glance, Yang Fan knew that even with his level of ninth-level formation rune master, it would take at least several decades to unlock it.

"Where is this place?"

Lord Lu looked around and found that the lowest strength of the surrounding cultivators was the Great Luojin Wonderland, and he and the preacher could be solved with a single punch.

"This is a hidden treasure house of the Xuanyuan family. Since the Tiangongyuan destroyed the Xuanyuan family, this treasure house has automatically searched for inheritors in order to avenge the Xuanyuan family."

As Yang Fan approached the entrance of the cave, a stream of information flowed into his mind, and he also knew why the hidden cave would appear.

"This is the treasure house of the Xuanyuan family, a high-level power in the upstream continent?"

The Lord Lu and the preachers brightened up in front of them, and their greed appeared unabashedly.

"You two can put away those thoughts, Xuanyuanlong has already sent me a message just now, only the identity of the inheritor can fully obtain the contents inside."

After all, Yang Fan still showed a bright smile from the two guys, the expression of pride couldn't be more obvious.

The lord was so upset that he patted his thigh again.

On the other hand, the others are very calm. They are just ordinary members of the sect. Even if they are the prince and princess, or the descendants of a certain high-level, they don’t have much access to information, so naturally they don’t understand the Tangtang Xuanyuan family. The real heritage.

This treasure house located in the core area of ​​the Lost Land was found by a coincidence by a certain ancestor of the Xuanyuan family tens of millions of years ago. There are very few people who can come here, and the battlefield of the fairy gods in the upper continent only opens once every million years, which further reduces the risk of the treasure house.

Over time, this place became a revival mechanism for the Xuanyuan family just in case they were destroyed.

When Tiangongyuan sent people to destroy the Xuanyuan Family, only Xuanyuanlong escaped in the entire family, and the patriarch of the Xuanyuan family handed the inheritance mark to Xuanyuanlong before his death, and Xuanyuanlong gave it to Yang Fan.

"Look, someone is coming again."

There were many monks around who wanted to obtain the inheritance of the Xuanyuan family. Seeing the arrival of Yang Fan and his party, they all looked badly.

With the arrival of Yang Fan and his party, in front of the cave, an illusory old man looked at him, and to be precise, he should be staring at Yang Fan.

Feeling the gaze of the illusory old man, Yang Fan intertwined with his gaze. Just a meeting, Yang Fan's spirit was drawn into a world of illusion.

Fortunately, this spiritual idea has no intention to attack, otherwise it will be directly blocked by the spirit of the heart.

In just a short time, Yang Fan came back to his senses, with the corners of his mouth raised, knowing the purpose of coming this time.

There is a great opportunity in this. Yang Fan conservatively estimated that within a hundred years, he could be promoted to the realm of Immortal Venerable, and then promoted to the realm of Immortal Emperor within 50 years. At the same time, Yang Fan also understood why the patriarch of the Xuanyuan family had turned this place into a place of hope for the rejuvenation of the Xuanyuan family.

"Senior, when can it be our turn?"

Just as Yang Fan approached the cave, in front of the crowd, a middle-aged man arched his hands towards the illusory old man, the guardian.

"It's almost there, you...all can go in. But..."

Speaking of this, the gaze of the guardian swept over everyone one by one, his gaze slightly looked at the sixth floor of the Immortal Emperor, Zhao Lao, and said slowly.

"However, from now on, we need to add a new rule. Everyone who enters now must join a team and cannot kill each other before entering the final competition for the heir's place."

Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand why such a rule had to be set, but it was good for them, at least before the final link, they don't have to worry about their teammates attacking themselves behind the scenes.

After all, in this world of the weak and the strong, even the father and the son will kill each other in order to cultivate resources and opportunities.

"Let's go, let's go in too."

Yang Fan walked in front, in front of the monks, directly jumped into the line, and angered some monks.

After passing through the thin layer of barrier in the cave, Yang Fan and his team came to a wide space, surrounded by a plain. Through observation, Yang Fan discovered that there had been battles of all sizes, potholes on the ground, and even some golden blood stains on the ground that were not completely dry, as well as some evil auras permeating the surroundings.

"Where is this place?"

As soon as the group of people entered it, a group of light clusters around quickly flew over. Old Zhao's eyes were sharp, and he could see through the nature of the light group at once. Seeing that there was no threat, he didn't care.

The light ball came to the top of the crowd, and then quickly dispersed, and fell into each person's body, which was obviously a mark.

At this time, other monks outside also came in, talking about the light group of different colors, using the divine consciousness sensor, you will find that there is a red film behind these people, which is a bit similar to the mechanism of distinguishing foe and foe on the radar in the game.

There were more and more people, and Lord Lv probably counted them. There were at least four to five hundred people, and they were evenly divided into a dozen teams, large and small, of which Yang Fan's team had the least number.

And because Yang Fan jumped in and entered, the monks of other teams looked at Yang Fan and his party with bad eyes.

"Senior, where is this place?"

Duan Qide looked around and felt a trace of death enveloping him.

"This is the kingdom of death. In short, it is the base camp of the ghosts and immortals. This level is very simple. Stay here for a day. After a day, those who are still alive will automatically enter the next level. If anyone is timid, now You can go out, and once the pass starts, it cannot be terminated."