Chapter 1242, Destroying the Flesh

"It seems that a tragic battle broke out in this Nether Mountain back then, and there were countless casualties."

He murmured in a low voice, his eyes serious.

At this time, they had already reached the depths of the mountain, and saw a huge stone platform in front of them, about ten feet high, with many bones placed on it, bloody and bloody, emitting a strong stench.

Next to the stone platform, there are still several thick stone pillars, with iron chains wrapped around them to firmly fix them.

"Huh? That's..."

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly, his eyes widened, and his eyes fell on a corpse.

It was a skeleton frame, trapped by chains, but it was as lifelike as a living person.

He was wearing a black robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, sunken cheeks, gray temples, slender hands, sharp nails, filled with a cold aura.

Click...

Suddenly, the skeleton frame moved, and a pitch-black bead emerged from the chest, with carved textures on the surface, faintly glowing red.

boom.....

In an instant, murderous intent gushed out from the sky, distorting the space, like a tide sweeping out, filling the entire hall.

"Hiss! What a terrifying aura!"

Zhou Yan couldn't help but gasped, his soul trembled, as if about to collapse, he quickly closed his eyes.

call out!

At this moment, a crimson brilliance pierced through the air, cutting towards the skeleton in an instant, as fast as lightning, and extremely sharp.

boom!

The skeleton reacted extremely quickly and raised its hand to resist, but was still knocked back half a step, leaving two clear marks on the ground with its soles.

clatter~~~

At the same time, the surrounding iron chains trembled, making harsh noises, which spread throughout the entire hall, like the sound of ten thousand horses, which made people feel palpitating and uneasy.

"You dare to destroy my body, I will fight with you."

The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, and a hoarse voice came out, full of anger and resentment, and a pair of empty eye sockets burned with raging flames.

Hula la!

Immediately, strands of flames were born out of thin air, turning into ferocious wolves, dozens of them, roaring and roaring, and rushed towards Zhou Yan.

"Damn guy!"

Zhou Yan was taken aback, and fled desperately, cursing in his mouth: "Old monster, don't think that you can still act fiercely after death, the young master will kill you sooner or later."

"Roar!"

A ferocious wolf howled fiercely, and rushed towards it. Its claws and claws shone coldly, tearing apart the void, with a cold murderous intent.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yan snorted coldly, and the true energy in his whole body surged wildly, turning into a golden dragon, entrenched around, exuding dragon power, mighty and overbearing.

Pooh!

As soon as these ferocious wolves approached an inch, they exploded and disappeared in wisps of green smoke.

"Hey, why is it useless?"

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, feeling something was wrong. According to the "Herbal Code", this kind of ghost should be very weak.

Could it be that his strength is not strong enough?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan couldn't help clenching his fists, and the powerful force flowed through his whole body, and his skin bloomed with a crystal color, like a glazed jade, hard and unparalleled.

"Go to hell!"

With a yell, Zhou Yan rushed to the skeleton, waved his fist, and smashed it hard.

Boom!

The skeleton reacted very quickly. He stretched out his hand and clasped Zhou Yan's wrist. He squeezed hard, clicked, and Zhou Yan's arm felt severe pain, and his bones were about to break.

"As expected of the Holy Martial Realm, the strength is too terrifying."

Zhou Yan was sweating on his forehead, gnashed his teeth, and ran the Chaos Art for nine revolutions, pouring all his true energy into his right hand, and suddenly exerted force.

Ka Ka Ka!

There was a crisp sound from the skeleton's wrist, which seemed to be unable to bear the pressure and gradually cracked.

boom!

Finally, the skeleton let go of his palm, his figure shook a few times, and fell to the ground.

"Haha! Is this the strength of a strong man in the Holy Martial Realm? It's nothing more than that!"

Zhou Yan looked up to the sky and smiled, his thoughts turned sharply, and he quickly thought of ways to escape.

"Little guy, you don't need to struggle. Although the deity is dead, you want to escape. It's just wishful thinking. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape from Nether Mountain."

Suddenly, an ethereal and melodious voice echoed in Zhou Yan's mind, containing infinite information, which made people dizzy.

This voice can actually disturb the spirit!

"Who?"

Zhou Yan looked slightly startled, and looked around, but there was nothing unusual.

"Hehe, you don't need to look for it, this deity is the guardian of this Nether Mountain!"

The voice came again, without a trace, it came from nowhere, and it was unpredictable.

"protector?"

Zhou Yan was shocked in his heart. He originally thought that the Nether Mountain had a vast interior space full of secret dangers, so layers of checkpoints were set up to prevent foreign enemies from entering.

Unexpectedly, it is this kind of existence that guards Nether Mountain.

For a moment, he became more vigilant, looked around carefully, pondered for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Since he is the guardian of Youming Mountain, why did he fall here?"

"Ugh...."

The voice sighed, with sadness and sorrow, and then slowly explained.

It turns out that Youming Mountain is not an ordinary mountain range, but an ancient relic, where the holy lords and princes of the past are buried.

In the long river of history, Youming Mountain suffered catastrophes time and time again, and the damage was serious, resulting in the loss of the seal.

Finally, three thousand years ago, a prince came to Nether Mountain to seek a breakthrough.

As a result, another group of powerful enemies were attracted. After a hard fight, the prince was defeated and was suppressed and killed here.

When the prince fell, he hid a token in the core area of ​​Youming Mountain, waiting for someone to take it away, so as to restore the former glory of Youming Mountain.

"There is such a secret hidden in this Nether Mountain..."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan was shocked, a little unbelievable that the Nether Mountain was actually involved in a shocking mystery, even involving princes and strong men.

No wonder, as soon as he stepped into Nether Mountain, he sensed a familiar aura.

"Since you are the guardian of Nether Mountain, then, you are responsible for this matter."

Zhou Yan glanced away, staring at the skeleton shelf.

At this time, the skeleton stood up, looking hesitant to speak.

"Are you scared, afraid that I will take away your inheritance?" Zhou Yan chuckled lightly, showing a playful look.

"Cough...you guessed right, this deity is indeed scared."

The skeleton hesitated for a while, but finally nodded in admission.

Nether Mountain is its cemetery, where its ancestors are buried. It once guarded Nether Mountain, so it naturally understands how terrifying the strength of those ancestors is.

Therefore, it will be suppressed here, lingering on its last breath, and every twenty years, it will wake up with the power of the formation to maintain the seal.

However, when it was sealed at the beginning, it had already reached the holy level of cultivation, and its combat power was extraordinary. Unfortunately, as time passed, its strength became weaker and weaker, leaving only seven percent of its peak strength.

Now, this young boy entered the mountain gate and immediately activated the formation, making it unable to continue its deep sleep and forced to wake up.

"You are afraid of wool, and the Emperor will not steal your inheritance!" Zhou Yan curled his lips.

After the words were finished, Zhou Yan suddenly saw a shining silver token in the hands of the skeleton, which was the treasure he had been dreaming of - the Xuanhuang Stone Token.

"Well, this black and yellow stone order seems a bit strange."

Zhou Yan frowned and observed carefully.