Ye Fan, who was adjusting his breath, flashed his eyes and learned the information about the opening of the Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple from Pang Bo.
The Yuhua Divine Dynasty was the supreme divine dynasty that once ruled Zhongzhou. Its ancestral temple contained countless mysteries and attracted everyone's attention.
Ye Fan was no exception. He looked at the more than thirty wheels of life in the sea of suffering, and his eyes darkened.
"I can withstand time, but my father and my mother can't... When will I be able to return to my hometown..."
The blood-colored earth, with mountains of corpses and bones, and the setting sun shining brightly, cast a thick layer of red gold frost, which fell on the wanderer who left his hometown, making him look extremely far away, like a red gold statue.
"Little Heizi, stop being so sentimental!"
A black-furred paw was spread out. The big black dog grinned and stood upright on its hind legs. It came close to Ye Fan, like a big bad wolf, and said seductively: "The Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple has appeared. It is said that there were too many things on display inside it."
There are divine treasures, methods of enlightenment, and various sacred objects, each of which is of immeasurable value and needs to be presented as a sacred artifact.
"There are numerous wall carvings on the various insights of ancient practitioners, which are the crystallization of the Taoism of sages and sages of all ages. How could this feast be without me?"
"Some ancient forces even released news that there is a broken green bronze tripod stored in the Yuhua Temple. I calculated with my fingers that the broken tripod must be destined for me.
Seeing the Heihuang's face full of excitement, Ye Fan felt inexplicably relieved, and his previous frustration turned over.
He stared at the great sun in the distance and said: "There are piles of Holy Lords there, and there are even monks who have transcended the five realms..."
"Your holy body and my formation attainments are enough to gallop in this area!" The Black Emperor's eyes were fiery, and he had already taken out his sword to cross the formation, preparing to go to Zhongzhou.
"We can defeat the half-step almighty, surround and kill the almighty, and even escape with our lives from the hands of the Holy Lord, but facing the Taoist Killer, there is only one way to die."
Speaking of this, Ye Fan fell silent.
He stood up and faced the afterglow of dusk, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be endless abyss hidden in them.
He was surrounded and killed by the Ji family some time ago.
After coming out of the Immortal Pond, a living fossil of more than 3,000 years old from the Ji family took action and wanted to seize his source of the mother energy of all things.
Although the Supreme Elder of the Ji family did not break through the chasm, his strength was terrifying and he could not injure him even with all his methods.
In the end, he only escaped with the help of Dragon Vein Riot.
This incident gave him a deeper understanding of the Dao-Zhan King. In the eyes of such giants, they, the younger generation, are nothing, they are no different from ants.
The Black Emperor was speechless. It rolled its eyes and said tentatively: "Back then, the forces of the Yuhua Dynasty were all over the starry sky. There should be star field coordinates and five-color altars there. Maybe they could go to other stars.
The channel of the domain..."
After the words fell, Ye Fan's eyes trembled, grabbed the big black dog, and said: "Really? Did the Yuhua Dynasty have a great emperor? Even the Guhua Dynasty did not have a five-color altar."
After being hunted down several times, he still came from Ji Ziyue's family, which made him very tired inside, and he missed his parents even more intensely.
The two old men are still waiting for him on Earth, but he is living a hard life in Beidou.
With the emergence of the ancient royal family, more and more people are coveting the Xuanhuang Source Root. Behind those people are the ancient ancestor kings, even the Peacock King is powerless.
After all, the legendary Emperor Qinglian also comes from an ancient tribe...
Being restrained by the Holy Body's hands, the Black Emperor wanted to scream and felt a sense of oppression.
It bared its teeth and bit back, but a golden palm smacked it down, making it dizzy.
"Damn it, Ye Hei, you branded the word "Emperor" on your hands, you are not human..."
The big black dog was angry and bit into Ye Fan's thigh crazily.
The latter quickly dodged and apologized: "It was an accident. It was purely a conditioned reflex. I was bitten by you too many times. I can only blame you!"
In an instant, there was golden light and black hair, and the sound of golden swords was loud.
These two guys are not good people. One is evil and kind, the other is greedy and shameless. They are born in the wrong way. They will pinch each other when they come together. This is fate.
"Wow, I wanted to help you kindly, but you plotted against me. I'll bite you to death. I originally wanted to take you to Zishan. If everything goes well, you should be able to enter the Yuhua Ancestral Temple. But now it seems that there is no need...
..”
The Black King jumped up to his height, stared at Ye Fan and bit him, and rushed over with his mouth wide open.
Limited by the opponent's bait, Ye Fan could only swallow his helplessness and feed the dog with his body, swallowing all the humiliation.
After a moment of panic, there were more than a dozen tooth marks on his thighs, which were extremely desolate. There were even golden holy blood oozing out from some places, which was licked clean by the big black dog unceremoniously.
The black emperor, who was satisfied inside, was arrogant, his big tail was wagging happily, and he was squinting at the defeated enemy.
"Follow up!"
It swings its two hind legs rapidly, uses its animal body to perform Xing Zi Jue, and flies towards Zishan as fast as lightning.
Ye Fan sprayed a puff of purple fire towards the back, burning everything, and followed.
When they came to Zishan again, the Black Emperor led the way, and the two of them soon arrived at the Wushi Stone Palace.
As soon as the Black Emperor stepped into the ancient palace, a silver thread swayed, looming in the dim light, exuding a fierce killing intent, and almost scared the big black dog to death.
The pressure comparable to that of a saint king overwhelmed the sky and permeated the earth's veins, like thousands of ancient magic mountains falling, making people feel heartbroken.
The Black King screamed and was almost thrown out. He almost fell to the ground. The current situation was very embarrassing.
Its face turned black and it wailed: "Old Zhong, why are you setting up a killing array here and not telling me..."
On the side, Ye Fan's body cracked and he couldn't bear the fierce pressure, so he was forced to use the bronze sword.
The ancient sword was surrounded by dim light, simple and natural. As soon as it appeared, it faced the silver thread tit for tat, and the entire space froze.
Along with the veins on the stone wall, purple-gold brilliance spurted out, turning into clusters of orderly fireworks, exuding brilliant light.
In an instant, thirty-six Dao pictures rotated, space Dao patterns, and time traces emerged one after another, turning into countless light rains, turning this place into a desperate place.
The formation clouds were solemn, murderous intent surged into the sky, and a sword light emerged, transforming into a purple light god, exuding a terrifying aura, confronting the bronze sword...
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the Immortal Transformation Pond, Shi Ming, who was tempering his soul, opened and closed his eyes, and burst out with wisps of sword light, cutting through the surrounding fog and clearing away the corpses.
"Immortal sword!"
In the Wushi Stone Hall, Black Emperor and Ye Fan both retreated at this time. They were not affected by the formation patterns and could only watch the bronze sword and the purple light god confront each other.
"Didn't you say that you are the guardian beast here? You almost killed me!"
"How come you can't even control your own copper sword? It's this sword that inspired the Stone Palace's protection!"
The two looked at each other, questioning each other, and then fell silent again.
Suddenly, the Purple Light Divine Man became more agile, and his figure became clearer. Thirty-six Dao pictures overlapped and condensed, outlining a runic body.
After receiving the power of Shi Ming's soul, the purple light clone's eyes closed, and a cloud of chaotic energy emerged, just like an ancient sage.
"Is this an elder of your sect?"
Ye Fan heard the message from his spiritual mind, and his inner worries were not diminished. The other party was definitely an existence at the level of an ancient sage, and it was extremely terrifying.
But his bronze sword is stronger and is an immortal weapon. If it hurts the other party, the misunderstanding will be huge.
The big black dog swallowed his throat and felt a little weak, but he didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be calm and nodded easily.
It has actually guessed some.
"Black Emperor, this place has been designated as a desert by me, I should pass on the entry and exit runes to you..."
Recalling a vague voice, Shi Ming's eyes moved slightly, looking at the big black dog with a half-smile.
The Black Emperor was a little confused, and after thinking for a while he finally understood, and said nonchalantly: "That jade slip was left in the turbulent flow of space."
"Yes, it was the time when I crossed Zhongzhou and ended up in the Western Desert by mistake!"
Ye Fan stroked his face and was speechless. He felt that this dog was really unreliable.
Looking at the familiar duo, Shi Ming smiled and didn't say much.
He pointed his fingers, cut off two pieces of purple stone, and then used his soul power to practice for a while.
Stone chips were scattered, and two stone tokens fell into the hands of the two men.
After doing this, Shi Ming saw through the Black Emperor's thoughts and said with a smile: "You have something to ask me for, for Ye Fan's journey to the Star Territory!"
After he received the Wu Shi inheritance, he left a promise to the Black Emperor during the banquet that he would try his best to do something for him.
I didn't expect that the familiar Black Emperor would be used here...
The Black Emperor felt a little pain in his body, but he still nodded and said seriously: "His parents are mortals and their lifespan is short."
Ye Fan on the side bowed and said: "Ye Fan nodded, I am willing to give everything, so I can only return to my hometown!"
As he spoke, pieces of high-grade divine materials appeared.
Exuding a fragrant aroma, the exquisite crabapple dragon marrow, the colorful pine nuts flowing with five-color rays of light, and the radiant purple marrow jade...
All kinds of materials that would tempt the Holy Lord are placed in the stone hall.
But these are not enough to impress the saint!
Finally, Ye Fan took out a piece of black metal from the palm of his hand. As soon as it appeared, a dragon roar roared to the sky and the earth, and a deep black light shot out, which could not be concealed at all.
The black gold with the dragon pattern is gorgeous and shiny, and the dragon pattern on the avenue flows like stars, shining with magnificent light.
"A root of the Mother Qi of all things, thousands of black and yellow Qi, divine traces of purple gold, holy fruit, divine spring, "The Immortal Sutra of Feathering"..."
Shi Ming thought about the benefits he had gained from Ye Fan, and his heart became more and more peaceful and peaceful, with a kind of aura that transcended the world, and he was not tempted by the dragon-patterned black gold in front of him.
He waved a purple light, helped Ye Fan up, and then walked down, revealing his true appearance.
Of course, Ye Fan still didn't recognize him. His appearance had changed a lot.
Shi Ming's incarnation of the innate holy body of the Tao Fetus emphasizes the Tao Fetus, and its appearance is very close to that of Zixia.
At this time, he was wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe, as rich as jade, with a gentle smile, which was both handsome and sacred, exuding a soft Taoist charm.
"Would you like to hear a few words?" The man in purple said with a gentle tone and deep eyes, smiling.
He waved his sleeves, and a stone table appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them.
"If you can hear the voice of the saint, I will be lucky for the rest of my life!" Ye Fan was too shy to sit down and complimented the saint.
Seeing Ye Fan's dog-legged look, the big black dog curled his lips and felt that he was cheating.
"How could I, the wise emperor Shenwu I, accept such a favor?"
The Black Emperor sighed, pretending to be unkind to others, and sighed three times step by step, watching Ye Fan's blood surge, and wanted to fight with him.
If this black dog is not beaten for a day, it will dare to bite its owner!
"You're still the same!"
Shi Ming smiled and pointed a finger, and a layer of purple smoke flowed out of the tabletop, like a flash of youth. Countless purple lines floated, outlining three cups.
The tea cup is mottled and simple, unremarkable, as if it is made of earthly purple mud.
The next moment, a stream of life essence rose up, white mist appeared, and there was a little turbid spring in the cup. It was turbid and chaotic, hazy, as if it did not exist in this life.
"please!"
Shi Ming signaled with a very gentle attitude, and at the same time pushed back the piece of dragon-patterned black gold.
According to the law of cause and effect, if there is gain today, there will be loss tomorrow!
He didn't want to owe Ye Fan more karma, nor did he care about this little fairy gold.
Ye Fan hesitated a little, and saw the Black Emperor drinking it all in one gulp. Then a fragrant breath escaped from his body, and red blood came out of his head, turning into a real phoenix, flapping its wings in the void, bright red and translucent, emitting fragrance, making people laugh.
People are intoxicated.
With expectation, the young man also drank the turbid tea.
In an instant, Ye Fan's sea of consciousness trembled, and it seemed as if there were billions of swords ringing in his ears, clanging and deafening, trying to split the sky, destroy the avenue, change the world, and annihilate everything.
The crystal clear divine blood rendered the vast sky, with countless Dao lines and billions of rays of light. Countless monks roared, each of them a holy figure crossing the starry sky.
The divine sun rises, the azure light rotates, the universe collapses, and all living beings bleed. This is a terrifying divine battle!
Then a black hole swallowed everything, raining blood into the sky, a desolate scene, burying some bones...
I don't know how long it took, but a majestic figure with white beard and hair appeared. He looked up to the sky and roared, exuding sadness, and walked away into the starry sky.
"They are all gone, you have all left me..."
The old man smiled sadly, facing the sky. His old face was full of suffering and pain. This figure seemed to be eternal, full of bloody afterglow.
"No!"
Ye Fan woke up with a start, his face was a little pale, his mind was trembling, and he was silent in that sad look.
Those scenes made him feel like he was mourning, as if he had lost someone important.
"This is my future? In such a future, what is the use of destined Holy Body completion!"
Ye Fan's eyes were full of tears, his heart was so sad, and he couldn't accept it all.
The tea has a long fragrance, carrying wisps of fairy mist, and the Dream Dao patterns peel off and dissipate in the void, turning into fly ash.
"What did you dream about?"
Shi Ming stroked the tea cup and said softly.
"The heavens were destroyed, a divine war broke out, countless monks died, and only a mournful old man was left..." Ye Fan's expression was blurry, and his whole person was immersed in sadness, unable to extricate himself.
Hearing this sentence, Shi Ming raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and then shook his head secretly, roughly guessing the other person's dream.
He is the only one left. This sentence cannot be true!
Not to mention anything else, the man in the Ancient Forbidden Land has lived longer than anyone else, and Duan De bears the karma of Emperor Huang Tian, so it is impossible for him to fall.
"That dream after that?" Shi Ming's thoughts moved slightly, his sleeves and robe shook, dispelling everything, and then looked at Ye Fan with a burning gaze: "I need a promise from you!"
There were tears in Ye Fan's eyes, but he still leaned forward to salute and said: "As long as I can return to my hometown, I am willing to give everything!"
Shi Ming chuckled and said, "I would like to borrow the fairy sword for use, is that possible?"
"this......"
For a moment, Ye Fan was shocked, a little unbelievable, and said intermittently: "Taoist Master...it's...it's you!"