The golden liquid filled his spine with the loss, but he couldn't be happy because the liquid gave him a metallic texture, which was too strong and uncomfortable to ignore.

But his movements were no longer restricted. He moved his hands and feet, and except for the metal texture on his spine, he did not feel any discomfort, which made him feel relieved.

In fact, when Lin Fa moved slightly and spit out blood in big mouth, the genius who had just been scared away suddenly roared angrily. He knew that his speculation just now was true. Lin Fan was in a critical period of transformation and was not suitable for fierce battles with others.

But he was frightened. Lin Fan's fierceness in attacking the genius with one spear scared him and made him run away without fighting. Now he felt that everyone despised him. Moreover, when he went to the group of "Road Blockers", everyone glanced at him sideways away from him.

It is obvious that I don’t want to stand with him, as if standing with him is an insult.

This made him feel ashamed, and at this time, the older genius who had just stopped him from going down to fight was sarcastic: "You are right guessing that Lin Fan is in a critical period of transformation, but why don't you persist?"

"Haha, the great contribution to the decisive killing of Lin Fan is right in front of you, but you gave up."

Another genius spoke too.

The murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Eighteen Heavenly Priest: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph! What does it mean? We do not accept cowards, deserters who fled without fighting."

"Yes, living in the same sky with people like you is an insult to us."

The "Blocker" team had an internal strife and was unanimously xenophobic. Because he was frightened by Lin Fan, these people felt that if they were still with him, they would be abandoned and despised.

"ah……"

This genius was filled with shame, unwillingness, anger and other emotions, making him roar to the sky.

"What is it? If you have the ability, you will fight Lin Fan." The elderly genius was in power and was unforgivable. He had just been said to be afraid of Lin Fan, which had long been displeased.

The eighteen genius turned his head, his heart filled with murderous aura, and looked at Lin Fan. He planned to use bloody battles to cleanse the shame of being scared away.

However, just as he turned his head, he saw Lin Fan swing forward casually, and a "bang" sound came from the void in front of him, and a vacuum zone the size of a fist appeared.

This scene made his eyes twitch. But he saw that Lin Fan did not use any soul power, but only rely on physical power.

Lin Fan seemed to sense the 18th Heavenly Pride's eyes, slowly turned around and glanced at him casually; that meaning was too obvious, "Get down and fight."

"ah……"

The eighteenth pride roared and fled to the distance, fighting with Lin Fan alone. He didn't have the courage to do so. He knew that from today on, he would be finished and would have no future. His reliance and his pride were shattered by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan withdrew his gaze. Since the Eighteen Heavenly Prides fled, he will never be taken seriously from now on.

Continue to walk up, the Qingyun Ladder has already been completed.

When Lin Fan's back disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes still stared in the direction where Lin Fan disappeared, whether it was the elders, disciples, etc., it was the same.

With a look, he was shocked to retreat a top 20 genius. How many people are there in the entire inner sect with such power?

The top ten monsters in the inner sect list are enemies. This is everyone’s inner conclusion. There is no need to doubt that if Lin Fan really could walk through the Qingyun Ladder, then the inner sect genius list will be changed because of him.

They seem to be witnessing the rise of a king.

Lin Fan took a step, and the scene in front of him changed drastically, as if he had arrived at the place of burial soldiers.

Countless graves filled the space tens of feet in front of them, and these graves were large and small, with different heights.

"The Blood Holy Burial Vessel is here."

Lin Fan came to a tomb dozens of feet high and recited the handwriting on his tombstone.

In fact, this so-called "handwriting" is just a soul imprint that he perceives.

"Saint, what does it exist?"

This is not the first time Lin Fan has learned about the word "saint". On "Wangxiangtai", here we all know that among the practitioners, there is a holy realm.

But on the continents of the nations, the peak of cultivation is nothing more than the realm of Dharma Body. So where did this saint come from?

"This time I went against the will of heaven, and I couldn't bear to be buried with the king's soldiers, so I hid them here. Those who have the fate in the future can get it."

This is the soul mark left by a tombstone more than ten feet high. Lin Fan sensed that he was wandering in front of countless large tombs.

He browsed countless soul imprints left from unknown era, but he was puzzled. These thousands of tombs, at the lowest level, are the tombs of the King.

Of course, these are just inferred from the height of Lin Fan’s tomb. For example, the tomb of the King is about fifteen to twenty feet, while the tomb of the sub-saint is between twenty and thirty feet, and the tomb of the saint is about thirty to eighty feet.

"Are there really soldiers in the grave?"

Lin Fan frowned because he could not sense any of the aura of war soldiers through the thick layer of soil.

According to his estimate, if there were indeed war soldiers hidden in these tombs, then the aura would be absolutely amazing, and maybe he would not be able to get close to them at all.

"Sin."

Lin Fan stood in front of a fifteen-meter-high tomb and clasped his fists, then waved his palms, Yuanli swarmed, turned into a golden giant hand, pulling out the grave!

Finally, a clear spring appeared at the bottom of the grave, and the water was rippling, and you could vaguely see a ruler that was only one foot long in the spring.

"Is this a measure of the sky?"

Lin Fan was shocked. Those who dared to use such combat soldiers were not ordinary people. They were known as measuring the sky and could measure the sky. How domineering is that?

He bent down, and the golden soul power filled his hands, trying to take out the measuring ruler in the spring water.

But he took a short break. The sky measuring ruler was obviously in the water, but he couldn't get it.

"See through the illusion!"

The lightning rune swayed in his eyes. He saw through the clear spring, and the sky measuring ruler inside was just a phantom.

"Has he been lost in the long river of time?"

Lin Fan was a little unwilling because he only felt the silky breath of the measuring ruler, which also gave him a sense of domineeringness. Any aura he had ever come into contact with, including Yao Lao from the Soul Travel Realm, which was invincible.

Afterwards, he dug more than ten large tombs in a row, but still found nothing. In the tomb, there was sometimes a clear spring, sometimes a small blood lake, and even one or two large tombs were a pile of white bones.

But there is one thing in common: the aura left by the supreme warriors at the bottom of these tombs remains.

Too powerful and terrifying, the breath of various warriors in these dug-out tombs made Lin Fan's face pale and his cold sweat kept falling down.
Chapter completed!