Chapter 1239: 10 years

After the war ended, a little bit of brilliance dissipated, like a flower rain withering away, all that was left was mourning, indescribable bleakness.

Yan Qi's torso turned into blood mud, and his head was also split. At the last moment, his dim eyes looked at Beidou direction, inexplicably sad.

"puff"

After a stroke of light, the head exploded, the statue of the primordial **** burst into fireworks, and the Great Saint of the Fire Lin Cave fell, and it fell into the dust.

"Cultivator Lu is too lonely and cold ..." Only this sentence floated out, whimpering with the wind.

The blood mist on the ancient stars, all belong to the saints, mixed together, can not distinguish each other. Occasionally a few white bones, with bloodshot eyes, telling the endless sadness, the war ended, and the Beidou all Saints and All Saints were defeated.

Luomu Xiaoxiao, withered branches and wilderness, a lonely, the fifth **** star became a veritable death star.

"Zheng Zheng"

The Qilin Scepter is struggling, seems to be sad, the whole body is blue like diamonds, and there are many rays of light, but unfortunately it can't go away.

Daoyan Shenyi had already fallen off from the Great Sage, and was "worn" on the Ancient Emperor's Staff to suppress it with chalk.

This kind of double cracking made the Kirin Staff calm down slowly, and the **** was put into a deep sleep, and finally failed to be completely resurrected.

Dao stood in the mountains without moving for a long time, without emotions and emotions.

"Bronze furnaces of the world, we are all fighting in the red dust fire ..." He sighed softly, his eyes restored to tranquility, revealing the original splendor.

He and Da Sheng shot together to clean the battlefield, refining the fifth **** star into a big fist crystal, as heavy as the sky, but the collapse of the universe was put away.

At the same time, in a space mothership deep in the dark universe, Huo Qizi sat in the corner with his legs crossed, with endless sorrow and a lonely road.

"what"

The eternal protagonist, Luanfeng, Milu and other large-scale killing ring are invincible and unstoppable.

Yan Qi was defeated, all the saints fell, and some ancestors who did not go to the fifth **** star encountered a liquidated ten-party encirclement and suppression, and eight barren dramas.

In this battle, the ancestors of the Beidou ethnic groups were destined to fail. Without the guidance of the Great Saint, the strongest group of people will die, and this battle will inevitably fail.

Outside the realm, the wind and rain, Beidou ended the end of the eternal war, leaving many holy bones.

In addition, all the saints outside the region were almost wiped out, and they lost their lives.

After the war, the eternal parties did not have joy. They deeply realized the horror of Beidou. Is this the end? No one can tell.

"Leave, escape from the Eternal Star Realm!" Some big families made the worst plan and evacuated some of them to the distance.

"Ah ..."

The mournful cry resounded through the great earthquake of the ancient ethnic groups in Donghuang. I couldn't believe this fact, even Yan Qi fell, and the ancient imperial soldiers were detained.

Some slightly smaller ethnic groups, with only one ancestor, expedition for sharing a cup of soup, resulting in decay and mourning.

This is a bleak rain, which makes the wild land of Beidou to be in chaos. Many people cannot accept this result.

The ancient tribe was roaring. This battle ended. Only a few strong men such as the Nine Phoenix King, Lin Tian King, and Niu Demon King returned. The news of the defeat swept through the Ten Thousand Clan.

"Unfortunately, it's a sigh, how many heroes are buried in the country, and even a generation of Shengyan Qi has not come back alive!"

"It's an unbearable weight, so many people have fallen, the expedition is eternal, and the price is too high."

All the parties sighed, especially the Fire Lin Cave, which was murderous and boiling, and wished to spread the endless war for eternity, and to carry out the ultimate expedition.

Yan Qi died, all the strongmen perished, and Huo Qizi has not returned until now. His life and death are unknown, and the defeat is complete, too bleak.

"Chengxian Road is about to open, I don't know how many people are willing to expedite ...

Eternity is a hard-to-bite bone, and now all parties are preparing for becoming immortals, unwilling to consume the accumulation since ancient times.

"How can this end, my primitive lake and blood phoenix mountain are willing to discuss a statement for all your friends."

The ancient Sovereign Emperor was very strong, and some people stood up and wanted to conduct the third expedition, to establish their illustrious reputation, not to be defeated in this way.

The eternal star, standing on a broken mountain, with the fallen leaves of the four fields floating, he looked up at the dark sky and whispered: "A big disaster is coming."

"Hour Highness, let's go," said the Great Saint who had fought against Yan Qi, standing behind him.

As the Dao opened his mouth, he said: "Eternal defeat is inevitable, and its strength is far from being comparable to Beidou. With the help of the imperial power, it is no problem to stick to it for some years. Maybe you can come in with God."

"What if we can keep it for ten or a hundred years? In the end, we still have to be trampled, and Beidou has concentrated the descendants of the universe emperors." Da Sheng sighed.

Dao smiled and said, "Maybe it's not so bad, maybe there will be a shocking change in a few years, Beidou's Chengxian Road is about to open, if it appears, who will care about this?"

The collision between the stars was briefly paused, and both sides were depressed, almost suffocated, because they knew that there would be a more terrible violent storm next time.

"His Royal Highness, you have no time to delay, it is time to go that way." Da Sheng reminded.

Nodded, said: "Yes, time is running short, I also want to take a look at the unskilled people I will meet along the way, and sharpen me to the top."

"The strongest people in this universe all have their own ancestral path, but they will all come together in the same way, and they will eventually join together. Your Highness does not know who they will meet."

"Do you say this road is important, or Chengxian Road is important?" Dao Yi asked with a smile.

"Chengxian Road is the change that the ancient emperor was expecting, and this ancient road can make people stronger. It is rumored that the end point will change extremely, and eventually those who pass by will testify. I don't know which road important."

The realization of Ye Fan's strategy triggered the battle between the ancestor of the Big Dipper and the eternal decade, but this is a picture of blood and bone.

The evolution fluid of the fifth stage was successfully smelted out, the fragrance was pervasive, and the new village of heaven was boiling. This will undoubtedly have far-reaching influence, so that Tianting has enough confidence to cope with future changes.

But he was still deeply worried that the biggest change in the world would be coming. Will Chengxian Road open? I wonder what remains of this world after this war, so can you meet again?

Ye Fan suggested that Tianting should stay away from the Beidou, nor be in eternity, separate from all battlefields, stand alone in the starry sky, and endure a hundred years of loneliness.

The golden wheat field and the lake where Jinjin jumped up. This is a harvest season. Ye Fan sat at the head of the field and listened to the sound of rustle. His heart was quiet.

"There are too many people fighting, fighting, fighting, killing, killing, killing, dying ..." He felt a little tired after quitting eternity, but this is the path of the monk, who went retrograde in hardship.

He took out a jade tripod, filled with the evolution fluid in the fifth stage, took some, and poured the rest on his body to start refining.

He did not want to be sanctified by this, but undoubtedly tried to find that his sanctuary barriers were far beyond ordinary people, and the solidity was shocking and difficult to break.

Ye Fan didn't worry, but instead laughed, then the amazing accumulation broke through, when the time came, it was crushed and turned into a saint.

He refined his body with the fifth stage of evolutionary fluids, which could not help him get sanctified, so that Qiluo would not be puzzled because it was useful to him.

For a whole year, he sat quietly for most of the time, occasionally wandering among the fields and fields, exhausting his murderous energy, looking through the volume of natural avenues, and realizing the secret of his own body.

In this process, he opened up treasures everywhere in the body, what contained the stars in the blood, the gods in the bones, and the thought of life, all these things, let his combat power increase.

After a year of retreat and a year of insight, Ye Fan finally went on the road again. This time he took the dragon horse and was no longer alone.

It is said that this is an ancient road of starry sky, and the emperor of the Tao may come here to fight when he is young, so it is not a trick to ride the mount that the ancient emperor can only have.

The most important thing is that one of the dragon horses has cramped. This time, he no longer resists. He must follow the road from death to life, claiming to go to the sermon. In the future, he will become the emperor first and ride Ye Fan back.

Of course, this kind of **** was exchanged for a golden slap, which almost crushed it.

"Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing waters, ancient roads with west wind and skinny horses, the setting sun ..." Xiao Bald shouted away in the distance without knowing what he called.

"Is this seat thin? It's okay to eat a few saints!" Ryoma snapped his nose, stepped into the starry sky, and left.

In the village of heaven, everyone saw off and waved their hands in silence, not knowing how many years later they met.

In the following years, Jizi and Shenghuangzi also embarked on the road one after another, embarked on their own emperor's course of honing, and therefore nowhere to go.

The situation of the Beidou is changing, and all the saints are coming. It is said that His Royal Highness Taichaozi of the Jin-Wu ethnic group has also arrived, triggering a shock across the entire star field, and all the tribes come to worship.

Then came the ancient stars, Gou Chen Guxing has peerless strong regrets ... The storm of Chengxian Road intensified!

It is a pity that all this has nothing to do with Ye Fan. Since then, this star field has only his legend, and he can no longer see himself.

In ten years, Ye Fan walked for ten years. He rode a dragon horse and walked along the ancient road alone, pursuing the footsteps of the former sage, and embarked on the road of trial of the strongest.

Far away from Beidou and crossed eternity, the crisis continued along the way, **** battles, he came all the way.

Difficulties encountered and the terror of the strong are unknown to outsiders ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Qiang Ru also had several accidents and almost fell.

During the ten-year journey, he did not know where he came. He had seen the ant saint king, beat the residual saint in the stone, battled the remnants of the spirit tribe, cut the thorns, and covered the sun and moon.

This is his ten years of exhaustion and his harvest. He has witnessed one strong man after another. He has encountered tens of thousands of mysteries and wiped out the malpractices he was eager to achieve by taking Evolution Fluid.

On this way, he left an undefeated myth, even the Dragon Horse is also alien to Megatron, breaking out of the famous name.

The road is far away. I have traveled ten years in the star field. I have not seen a real ancient star of life. At most, it is only a small world on the withered star.

And some races do not need to be alive, they can survive in the silence, such as the residual saint in the stone.

Ten years of war, the baptism of blood and fire, made Ye Fanxin strong as iron, and took his own way.

After ten years of shaking, the eternal star was almost destroyed, and the major tribes suffered heavy losses. If a white-haired man appeared carrying a black sword, a sword of cold light beheaded the ten ancient tribes. I am afraid that this place has become a desolate wasteland. (To be continued