Chapter 1797: campaign
Ye Fanshen was so powerful, even though the palace built by the Archaic Emperor was filled with endless runes and could not stop him, he instantly knew who was inside.
"After two years, how good are the two?"
"Brother Ye is really you?" The door of the ancient temple was pushed open, and a man stood out, tall and strong, with a muscular body like a dragon, bronzed, and long hair scattered, very thick, but a few strands of white were mixed in it. hair.
"Demon God?" Ryoma was surprised and saw it on the ancient Xingkong Road.
"Southern Demon." The Black Emperor sighed. One of the days of Beidou's arrogance, after so many years, only to see each other again today, let people sigh.
At that time, the Southern Demon was full of vitality and vitality. Although his blood is still strong and he has become a peerless strongman, he is more than six thousand years old.
Ye Fan also has emotions, the last farewell on the ancient road of Xingkong, and meet again to this day, it will be thousands of years in a flash, if ordinary people have already become dust.
The Southern Demon is extremely powerful, it can be called the world's top combat power, and it is also an alternative enlightenment.
Behind him, there is another person. She has a beautiful figure and a beautiful figure, but her blue hair has turned into white hair. Although she maintains her youth and youth with mana, she has obviously suffered during the years.
It was Qi Qishui that year, Qi Qi, the master of Qi County in Nanling.
Seeing each other again makes people speechless for a long time.
Shaohua perishes, and the face grows old.
It is the cruelest thing for them to be old when they can't stand the time and grow old in the wind and frost. Watching their youth go away, Hua Hua takes root. Who can understand that mood?
"Ye Fan." Qi Huoshui sighed softly, trying to say something, but he couldn't speak anymore.
She is not as powerful as the Southern Demon. For more than 6,000 years, the traces on her body are relatively more obvious, and the blood is not so strong.
The two brothers and sisters of Nan Yao came over to meet.
Ye Fan imprisoned a meteorite, cut the stone into a table and a stone pier, took out the fine wine, and recounted the wine with the two old people here.
"You became an emperor?" Nan Yao was surprised, and then relieved.
They have been trapped here for many years. Too many things have happened, but I have no idea that Ye Fan has become the emperor of heaven, and the ancient palace can be isolated from the world. But the Southern Demon is very human and never loses his mind.
"It's good to see you guys after so many years," Ye Fan said.
With fewer and fewer familiar people, he will eventually lose in the years. He cherishes every old friend and does not want them to have an accident.
"This is the Soul Pool left by the undead Emperor."
"I already know." Ye Fan nodded.
Nan Yao tells the story. They found the ancient temple in the void of the universe and entered it. It turned out that it was the place where the undead Emperor once realized the Taoism, and they were shocked.
The two brothers and sisters practiced here, but they did not want to activate the ancient temple with the deepening of cultivation, and the Soul Pool came from the broken void, and the devil fog also appeared, surrounding this place and trapping them.
Fortunately, the ancient temple is special, which can prevent the rot from approaching.
As the Southern Demon Cultivation became deeper and deeper. In recent years, he felt confident to leave, but he felt the beauty of the Soul Pool and he did not want to leave easily.
Ye Fan sighed, the rancidness here is extremely powerful, which can hurt the Supreme, and Nan Yaoxiu is really amazing at this step. It has already become an alternative.
As the Black Emperor speculated, the Soul Pool is the remnant of the soul of the immortal Emperor, which is left after the transformation.
Ye Fan stood for a long time in front of the pool, and then turned around in the ancient palace. Deeply felt the terrible immortal emperor, is an unimaginable enemy.
They have been together for a long time, Qi Qishui is very silent, the once extinct goddess, her youth is dying, making her sad, and it is difficult to say goodbye to her old friend. She didn't sigh until she said goodbye: "You haven't changed much."
Ye Fan watched them leave. About to disappear in the galaxy, Nan Yao looked back and said, "Brother Ye, this may be the last time we met, take care!"
Ye Fan silently sighed, if there were no accidents, Nan Yao chose to proclaim himself, and it would be reproduced after thousands of years.
"Goodbye!"
On the way back, Ye Fan was very silent, and after a long time, the Black Emperor said: "Walk again, it will be fine anyway."
Ye Fan nodded his head and found that the method of longevity could not be understood through retreat. Since ancient times, so many talents have been stuck.
This journey was just half a year. They passed through many galaxies and caused a sensation. The Emperor's parade made all ethnic groups awe. Many large families came out to greet him and invited him to enter.
Along the way, they saw a lot, and they sighed that this glorious world is really coming to an end, and it is really coming to an end.
Zhang Bairen, Taichu, etc. have long since disappeared, and it is rumored to be self-proclaimed. He wants to keep his hopes and ambitions in this life in the future, hoping to return.
Afterwards, they saw that some of the world-blooded blood had gone into a decayed old age, and many more people also began to grow old, showing fatigue.
"Are our youths finally coming to an end in this hectic world?"
"Haha, the most brilliant life, the most glorious era, what did I see? But so, nothing was left, we ended up passing in such a hurry, a passer-by, nothing more!"
Someone was laughing, and tears came out.
The autumn wind rises, the yellow leaves wither, and a prosperous world is about to end.
The stars are dazzling, and the people who used to shine cannot open their eyes. So many people with emperor postures compete for hegemony. In the end, only one Emperor stands on the Nine Heavens, overlooking many stars.
The stars are dim, and the heroes are sad.
It has been foretold since the age of myth that the true fairy road will be opened in this life, and the avenue of glory will lead to the other bank, leading directly to a world of immortality.
However, this is also empty, leaving people with too much regret, fairyland is so high.
The Supreme Blood Tears, the heroic grief, all of this ends in the mythical era of the world, and countless powerful men splashed the stars and died in the world of hegemony.
Too many days of arrogance are buried in the galaxy. Six thousand years of war, six thousand years of glory, may continue, and make up a thousand years, but after all, the end is to end, no one can stop it.
"I wrote the sonorous battle song with blood. I bloomed with life, and finally listened to a sad world, is this the end?"
Many people raised their heads and asked God.
At that time, the masters were all energetic, and now they are all the roots of the occurrence, and many people have died, and the rest have been affected by the wind and frost of the years.
"That's it ... is it over? I'm not willing, what can the golden age do!"
When the long song cries, the hero tears.
How can one forget, how can one be relieved. This is the end of a great world, and the heroes of Fenghua Zhengmao are gradually getting older, and they are coming to an end!
After a whole world, seeing the prosperity of the whole world, like the fireworks blooming, should be so withered.
Ye Fan's march, less and less words, the more silence he sees, is he finally going to send this life away?
"Look. God is seeing us off, haha ..." Someone laughed. Tears have long shed.
"Yeah, Heavenly Emperor is practicing in us. He once competed with our generation, hey, haha ... Farewell this life!"
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Ye Fan and they walked all the way to the ancient land that had been fought in the past. It was a star field shattered by the dark and turbulent years.
that time. Ye Fan had not yet become an emperor, and he fought with all his blood. With a mortal heart, he flew into the battlefield like a moth.
Looking back, the blood stained all the way.
There are remnants here, countless star ruins, and blood of various creatures stained the ancient land. Still not dried up.
Mengduan Xingtu, people who used to never come back.
"Ji Zi, how I wish you could live. You and I have a drink with the Holy Prince." Ye Fan whispered.
He thought a lot. There are also white-clothed **** kings who are like fathers and teachers, and even more ill-behaved sick old man, Gai Jiu-you, who paid too much.
"How can we forget that the Sun Saint Emperor was in a state of turmoil, and even if only one piece of human skin was left, he returned to fight against the sky until the blood ran dry." Long Ma also sighed.
At that time, the skin of the Emperor Weixing, the skin of the emperor reappeared, and even if he died, he must protect the life of an ancient star, and finally the last drop of blood shed in his eyes before falling.
"There is also the Emperor of the Void, who has been in turmoil all his life until his death. In this life, the last drop of blood will still be drained, and only half of the remaining mirror will accompany him."
Talking about the past, they sighed for a while.
Even Ye Fan had great compassion and could not restrain herself.
Suddenly, the Black Emperor stopped, and the Dragon Horse also turned his head. Only Ye Fan did not stop, and continued to walk along the **** battlefield, where there was a figure.
"It's you." Ye Fan recognized her and was Xia Jiuyou, the only disciple of Gai Jiuyou.
In the past, she was a genius girl, 13 or 4 years old was enough to fight with the gold-winged king Xiaopeng, Yaoguang, Ye Fan and other people, shocked Donghuang.
In the past, she was capricious and arrogant, but she was defeated in Ye Fan's hands.
Years have passed, this genius girl has changed a lot. She has grown up, she is dressed in white like snow, and her face is full of sadness.
Xia Jiuyou is beautiful and beautiful. She has reached Quasi-Emperor Realm for thousands of years. Her strength is extremely amazing, but she still has so many strands of white hair in her hair.
"Why are you here?" Seeing her, Ye Fan inevitably thought of Gai Invincible, and he was so angry, he still remembered the sick old man's back straight and glorious, shouting "Who dares to fight me" Tragic scene.
"I'm looking for a master ..." Xia Jiuyou said, with tears on her face, very miserable.
For so many years, she has been searching in the universe. She does not believe that the master is dead. That is her only relative, and she wants to find him out.
Ye Fan's heart was bitter, his nose sore, and even the Emperor Tian could hardly hide this emotion. In the old days, three hundred years after the end of the dark turmoil, he woke up and went crazy looking, but he didn't get anything.
Unexpectedly, there is another person who is more persistent than him. One search is more than five thousand years, and he is still looking for it today!
"The elderly don't want you like this ..." Ye Fan persuaded uncomfortably.
"Master is with me, he will come back, I found a part." Xia Jiuyou said sadly.
"you……"
"Unfortunately, I only found a drop of blood from the master." Xia Jiuyou's eyes were full of tears, and he carefully held a piece of divine crystal with a bright blood drop in the seal.
"Really stayed by Senior Guy ?!" Ye Fan dared.
He looked at it for a long time, and then walked deep into the broken battlefield. He couldn't help but look up at the sky, and he had too much helplessness and unwillingness in his heart.
More than Gaijiu You, there are so many people, one by one floated in Ye Fan's heart, too many people and things, just passed away like that.
The past, the past, the scene, as if in front of you.
Ye Fanzhan moved his emperor's fist. In this ruined battlefield, he struck nine days, sending out thunder and thunder, and there was a sad song to move the star.
"After the old age, the world moves.
Beidou Feng smoke thick.
The years are broken and the ancient people are in chaos.
Sword Qi rushed to Xiaohan, blood-stained Jiangshan.
The piano drum sounded, Tie Geming, and the cold light shone to the starry sky.
Tie Gu Zheng, asked who is a hero in the world.
Xianyunqi, supreme present, war of all ages on the road to longevity.
War, war, war!
The stars collapsed, the sentient beings trembled.
White hair is stained with blood, thousands of dead bodies, the grievances in the pool of young girls, the chaos and wars of this world.
The blood splashes the sky, the sword rushes to the sky, the eternal chaos ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the lamentation of the last days.
Who can save the **** mountains and rivers?
All beings call, the emperor fights against the war, blood and tears dry, and eternity is dim.
Void is hard to see, the epiphyte fades and emerges, a tragic song, can't bury the heroes of all ages, accompanied by the half mirror.
The years are like a sword, the enchanting sighs on the road of longevity, the opening chapter of blood and bones, the sad picture of a lifetime.
How many heroes are buried in another country, how many splendors are hard to find.
Jiulong pulls the coffin, disturbing the chaos of the whole life, Bai Faxiao sings violently, unable to find the end on the road.
Emperor blood scorches the starry sky, and the fairy road speaks eternity.
Hong Yan sighed, the hero's old age, the world for thousands of years, Xian Lu disappeared.
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