Lu Fan looked down at Wu Yingling and smiled and said, "Hey, your face is rosy. It seems that you are about to get better. If you can move, just say it."

While talking, Lu Fan hugged Wu Kongling and had left the dangerous place.

This place was obviously a stone chamber. After walking for a while, Lu Fan suddenly saw a smooth wall with a three-headed dragon hanging on it.

The dragon head, the snake body, the one horn. The huge three-headed dragon is about a hundred feet long and just covers the entire wall.

The body was killed by nine swords, each sword was full of luster, and the three dragons had already lost their vitality.

"The three blood dragons are actually three blood dragons. Who can kill the three blood dragons?"

Wu Yingling exclaimed.

Lu Fan's eyes slid from the three blood dragons and looked at a figure under the wall.

That's right, it was a figure, but his skin was shriveled, and he sat upright with his eyes closed, covering his body with a wide robe without a trace of breath.

Lu Fan tried to scream.

"Hello, senior, I'm helpless to bother you, so please forgive me."

The voice echoed in the stone chamber, but the person in front of him did not respond.

Lu Fan took a few steps forward and looked carefully. In the meantime, the person's skin was completely blemish and he didn't even breathe.

Dead?

Lu Fan called out Senior again and then took a few steps forward.

"Die, he's dead."

Wu Yingling said with a voice.
Chapter completed!