The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Three days later, a group of six people gathered again, and at this time, all the expressions on their faces had disappeared, replaced by a firm look.

"You guys are all determined?"

Chen Fan asked slowly. After going out to Kong Fanchen and Ari, everyone nodded heavily.

"The opportunity is not to be missed and will not come again. Now we have Brother Chen, who knows the human race very well, with the support of the Ten Thousand Demon Array. I think this should be the last chance for the Monster Race to stand up!"

Xiong Ba was the first to speak and express his thoughts.

Bai Xinxin also nodded and said: "The snake clan is also willing to participate in this event!"

The last one was Sun Sheng. He was squatting on the stool as always, with the long stick on his shoulder.

"Look at what I'm doing, my grandson's big stick is already thirsty for blood, waiting anytime to break the ground!"

In this way, the Monster Race Alliance was formally established, and Chen Fan's plan finally received light.

"It shouldn't be too late. I'll go to explore the tomb of the Great Demon King. If you get the Ten Thousand Demon Array earlier, it will be a bit earlier."

"I think so too!"

When Chen Fan's voice fell, Sun Sheng immediately took out the teleportation jade slip, and now he poured all the spirit fruit on the table into his arms, with one in his mouth.

After all this was done, he smashed the jade slip with his palm.

At the same time, the dim light appeared from the jade slip, and in a blink of an eye everyone was enveloped in it.

Chen Fan only felt a kind of pulling force and dizziness in his heart, and the scene before him had changed after a while.

"Is this the tomb of the Great Demon King? It's too grandiose."

Kong Fanchen looked at everything in front of him and said in shock that Ahri was the same, and even a sense of awe was born from the bottom of his heart, and he involuntarily stood a little closer to Chen Fan.

At this time, Chen Fan did not notice Ari's subtle behavior. In fact, he was already stunned by the scene before him.

I saw the surrounding space, but the dim space shining like waves of water.

And right in front, stood a statue that might be thousands of feet high, covering the sky and the sun!

The statue is holding a Fangtian painted halberd, and its combat power is bold and powerful, just like the ancient **** of war, slamming Fang Yao!

Every move is completely natural, as if not a dead thing, but spiritual.

Even if Chen Fan stood in front of the statue, he could feel the unparalleled pressure hitting his heart.

Such a character can no longer be described as powerful.

It is simply a mountain!

An insurmountable mountain on the path of spiritual practice!

"One day, I will be able to reach this point, and even surpass him!"

At this moment, Chen Fan secretly clenched his fists and swears in his heart that no one noticed the growing firmness in his eyes.

A group of people slowly stepped forward and kept approaching the statue, and only after reaching a close distance did they see a stone stele at the foot of the statue.

There are four big **** characters in the book, iron painted silver hooks, vigorous and powerful.

"Big Dipper Demon Lord!"

"Good spirit!" Chen Fan couldn't help but admire: "Dare to be named as the Big Dipper, the head of the stars, the Great Demon King really deserves its reputation!"

To be honest, he was really impressed by the courage of the peerless powerhouse.

A Venerable Treading Heaven, a Demon Lord of the Big Dipper, all expressed their power and pride in the world from all aspects.

Maybe this is the mentality that a monk should have. I am the world and I am the strongest!

"Look at it, this stele seems to have moved."

Just as everyone felt the power of the Great Demon King, Kong Fanchen spoke suddenly.

At the same time, the stele was automatically moved away, revealing an extremely deep hole.