Destined Martial Lord

Someone suddenly said something, causing Ye Fan to jump in fright, because the hall was filled with corpses, and only he was alive, he could not help but to look around.    

    

Although it was called a great hall, it was actually not too big, and could be seen through with a single look. Therefore, if someone was hiding here, Ye Fan would definitely be able to discover it immediately.    

    

"Stop looking, I'm the one you're looking for!"    

    

The corpse that was half lying on the stone chair made a sound, Ye Fan could not help but look, only to see the corpse talking!    

    

"You ? "You're not dead yet?"    

    

Ye Fan couldn't help but reveal a surprised expression. A person had already been beaten to such a state, and after an unknown amount of time, he was still alive!    

    

"Heh heh... To say that he is dead, to say that he is dead, to say that he is not living, to say that he is only half dead ? "    

    

The half-dead man said helplessly.    

    

Ye Fan could not help but have a headache, the scene in front of him had really exceeded the scope of his understanding.    

    

This was the ruins of an ancient battlefield, and it had already been tens of thousands of years since it had appeared. Who knew just how long ago this Soul Refining Ground had been sealed away?    

    

If this temple had always been here, how long had this person been here?    

    

"Senior ? Did you guide me here? "    

    

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, before asking the dead man.    

    

"Of course, other than you and me, all that's left here are pure corpses."    

    

The living dead man said in a deep voice.    

    

"Senior must have summoned me here for some sort of purpose, right?"    

    

Ye Fan looked at the dead man and asked.    

    

"Heh heh... "Of course, I've waited countless of years for you to arrive. If it wasn't for something, I wouldn't have come here to chat with you."    

    

The living dead man let out a sinister laugh, his originally closed eyes suddenly opened, but his eyeballs did not move, like a pair of dead fish eyes, they seemed to be looking straight at Ye Fan, causing Ye Fan to feel a chill from the bottom of his feet!    

    

This was a type of trembling that came from the soul. Ye Fan had a feeling that even if the other party was lying on the floor dying, if he had any thoughts towards him, he would instantly die!    

    

Even with only a single glance, this dead man could kill Ye Fan!    

    

"Brat, pull out the sword on my chest. Your mission is accomplished. I will bestow you with invincible strength!"    

    

The living dead spoke leisurely to Ye Fan.    

    

As if he had been possessed, Ye Fan walked step by step towards the live corpse after it finished its sentence, and then held onto the long sword that was stabbed into the live corpse's chest.    

    

Boom! *    

    

Just as Ye Fan was about to touch the sword, the sword suddenly released a burst of power and rushed towards Ye Fan!    

    

This power seemed to be able to destroy everything. The moment they came into contact with each other, Ye Fan's palms already began to collapse.    

    

Ye Fan suddenly regained consciousness, as if he had already seen the scene of his own death, and his own body seemed to completely disappear along with the burst of energy!    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

The living corpse could not help but shiver, the pale palm on the stone chair suddenly raised, releasing a ray of green light at Ye Fan!    

    

The green light transformed into a protective shield in front of Ye Fan, blocking his collapsing body. After blocking all the energy, the green light rushed into Ye Fan's body and began to quickly repair his injured body.    

    

Ye Fan could not help but be shocked, just what kind of astonishing healing ability was this, to be able to instantly regenerate his severed limb!    

    

"Hateful!" Hate it! We have waited countless of years for such a person to appear, and yet he is so weak. Even the killing intent of this sword cannot be resisted! "    

    

The living dead man let out a low roar, he was obviously very angry.    

    

Only now did Ye Fan clearly see that the black mist was being emitted from the wound on the living corpse's chest. This sword seemed to be continuously suppressing and destroying the body of the living corpse.    

    

"Senior ? "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help you at all ?"    

    

Ye Fan said in a deep voice. He naturally understood that if the other party wanted to kill him, he could have just used his fingers.    

    

But now that the living dead needed him, he could seize the opportunity to negotiate some conditions!    

    

Ye Fan knew that he was playing with fire, but sometimes, he needed to take the necessary risks, which could potentially bring about unexpected benefits.    

    

"You're still too weak!"    

    

The living dead man said leisurely.    

    

"Yes, what senior said is correct. I am indeed a bit too weak and am unable to help senior. I am truly sorry."    

    

Ye Fan said in a heavy voice.    

    

"It doesn't matter. I can't do it now, I'll definitely be able to do it in the future. I have plenty of patience to continue waiting."    

    

The living dead man chuckled.    

    

"Can this junior leave now?"    

    

Ye Fan asked tentatively.    

    

"Of course you can. Also, you can bring the black umbrella by the door as well." "But you have to agree to one condition of mine," the living dead man said leisurely.