"Oops!"

Yang Fanmudi stood up from the truck, trying to see if the car was asking, but before he could see what was going on, the car body had already hit the guardrail on the side of the road.

"Clang!"

The body of the car was thrown out instantly and rolled off the cliff. Yang Fan in the car also fell into the abyss...

"Damn!"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment and said to himself: "It's over!"

His body fell down rapidly with the car.

"No! I can't die!..."

Yang Fan suddenly woke up. He must not sit and wait for death. Even if there is a glimmer of hope of survival, he will fight for it. Yang Fan shouted, and with the help of the power of the car body, he shot out "swoosh" and leaned towards the edge of the cliff.

He intended to grab the cliff to slow down, but because the car body rushed out too hard and was too far away from the cliff, even though Yang Fan jumped hard, he could not get close to the cliff.

In desperation, Yang Fan shouted "Xing Tian!" The giant spear appeared in front of him leisurely.

"It's up to you!"

Yang Fan's foot point was on Xing Tian's body, using Xing Tian as the support point, and his figure moved forward a little again.

Finally, Yang Fan touched the cliff wall with both hands. However, the cliff stones on the cliff wall had been weathered after tens of thousands of years of wind and sun. Yang Fan grabbed several cliff rocks one after another, but they could not stop the downward momentum.

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"Xing Tian, ​​come again!"

Yang Fan changed Xing Tian again, raised Xing Tian with both hands, and penetrated hard towards the cliff, "Sir..."

Xing Tian left a spark on the cliff, and finally stopped at about one hundred meters from the ground. Yang Fan was once again dangerous and escaped the disaster. The truck driver and the truck were buried under the cliff together.

The truck fell into pieces and a raging fire broke out.

"It's so dangerous!"

Seeing the tragic appearance of the truck, Yang Fan said intimately that he was very dangerous. He fought all the way and finally rushed out of many obstacles. He did not die under the knife of the Earth Demon Sect, but almost fell to death under the cliff.

Because the valley is too deep and there is a lot of fog inside, you can't see the situation under the cliff above. Yang Fan knew that he would definitely not come to rescue him now, and he could only rely on himself to save him. Now he is still one hundred meters away from the ground.

The left and right heights are. If you fall down and don’t die, you will be seriously injured, so he must find a way to lower it to the ground.

Just as Yang Fan was looking around and preparing to find a way to go, he suddenly found a dark rectangular object hanging on the cliff in front of him.

"What is that?"

Judging from the appearance, one end is high and the other end is low, which looks like a coffin dressed in a dead person. Is this a hanging coffin?

Yang Fan knew that in southern my country, there were many ethnic minorities in ancient times. After their relatives died, they would hold cliff burials for them, and their coffins were hung on the cliffs and allowed them to be exposed to the sun. However, this is also a custom. That's it, so Yang Fan thought that this should be a hanging coffin, so he didn't want to destroy the resting place of the dead.

However, just as he was about to find a path, a sound suddenly appeared in his mind as if calling him. This sound was directly transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness, which seemed particularly strange. Yang Fan searched roughly with his spiritual sense, but did not find any place

There was something unusual, the only thing that didn't carefully investigate was the hanging coffin on the front right.

Originally, Yang Fan didn't want to destroy the dead's rest, but this voice kept calling in his mind.

“Mad

, What the hell is at work!"

Yang Fan was quite angry and could not see or touch it. This uncontrollable behavior made him extremely uncomfortable. In the end, Yang Fan's eyes were frozen on the hanging coffin not far away.

"Come and take a look. At worst, I can kowtow and apologize to him later!"

Yang Fan decided to go and see what was strange in the coffin.

From his place to the hanging coffin, there was about seven or eight meters. Yang Fan guessed that if he tried hard, he should be able to jump over.

After determining the direction and position, Yang Fan jumped into the air and easily landed on the hanging coffin.

"Hey! It seems something is wrong!"

After Yang Fan fell on it, he found that this thing that looked like a coffin actually grew on the cliff. It was not a coffin at all, because it was a whole and could not open the coffin lid at all. Since it could not open the coffin lid, how could it be buried in the dead!

"Forget it, I'd better find a way to go on!"

Just as Yang Fan was about to give up on investigation, the mysterious voice began to appear in Yang Fan's mind again, and it was much stronger than before.

"What's going on? Do you have to break the sarcophagus?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but wonder. Looking at the dark sarcophagus beneath his feet, Yang Fan decided to give it a try.

"Xing Tian, ​​come out and open it!"

Yang Fan summoned Xing Tian and was about to use it to force the sarcophagus to pry open.

"Okay, master!"

Xing Tian was eager to try and was ready to cooperate with his master to smash the broken stone.

"Ah! Hi..."

Yang Fan raised Xing Tian, ​​smashed it hard toward the sarcophagus.

"Clang!"

With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere, Yang Fan's hands were slightly numb, but the sarcophagus did not move at all. Yang Fan's full blown attack could not even leave traces of Tao on the sarcophagus.

"My God, what material is this? It's so hard!"

Yang Fan was shocked. You should know that Xing Tian was made of meteorite from the sky and has always been famous for his hardness and sharpness. However, in front of this black sarcophagus, even scratches were not left behind.

"Master, if we come again, I won't believe in evil!"

Xing Tian felt a little embarrassed because he failed to lose half a sarcophagus, so he asked to try again.

"good!"

Each person and his spirit felt a dull face and were ready to strike again.

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, a shout in my mind stopped Yang Fan in time.

"The Medicine King Cauldron's Cauldron's Artifact Spirit? What are you doing?"

"How could there be such a huge black iron gold here?"

The Medicine King Cauldron Artifact Spirit recognized this huge stone. Black iron and pure gold was the best material for creating ancient treasures in ancient times. When Fuxi refines its body, he only added a little bit, but it was

This little bit of it made it change drastically.

"Black Iron Essence Gold? What is this?"

Neither Yang Fan nor Xing Tian had heard of this name.

"This is the best material for refining weapons. In ancient times, many refining masters hoped to get it. Even if it was the size of a fingernail, someone would be able to make a fortune. Master, you are so angry.

!”

"Oh! I'm so excited... I'll send a yarn!"

Yang Fan muttered to himself, the Medicine King Cauldron Artifact Spirit

Congratulations on his big hair, but this thing is so hard and hanging in the air, how could he get this thing? Since he can't get it, how can he talk about it?

"Well……!"

The Medicine King Ding Yiling also realized this serious problem and was so scared that it quickly shut up and dared not speak.

Faced with such a valuable treasure, Yang Fan was particularly depressed.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

It seems that I have no fate with this thing, and it is not my wealth, so I will not force it.

Yang Fan was quite open-minded, but there was one thing that Yang Fan could not understand. Where did the mysterious voice that kept calling him in his mind just now come from?

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the night was about to come. Yang Fan decided to stay on this black iron essence gold for the night tonight, and then find a way to continue tomorrow at dawn.

It was extremely cold in the late winter night, and he was on a high cliff, even though Yang Fan had a deep internal strength, he felt very cold.

At night, Yang Fan was hungry and cold on the cliff, but he had no choice but to endure it and wait for dawn to come. At midnight, Yang Fan finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the mountain.

In his sleep, Yang Fan seemed to have a dream. He dreamed of a very beautiful girl wearing a lilac dress and walking towards him in the sky.

"Can you take me out of here?"

The girl in purple vomited orchids lightly, and her voice was so gentle that it made people unable to resist.

"Who are you?"

When Yang Fan saw her illusory figure, he became alert.

"My name is Ziyin. I want to leave here. Can you take me away?"

"I...you...why are you here?"

Yang Fan couldn't understand how such a delicate and weak woman would appear in such a wilderness.

"I was sealed here by someone!"
To be continued...