In Ye Fan's spiritual sea of consciousness, there is a sealed ball of light, which is Ye Fan's consciousness.
Ye Fan sealed himself back then.
Now the Netherworld Xuanying is here. He opens his mouth and bites the light ball. This is eating away at the seal.
A little bit of nibbling.
"Okay, there is no change in the sound. It is indeed a Netherworld Parasitic Technique, infinitely mysterious."
"Ye Fan, I'm sorry, everything about you will be mine..."
"Clan leader!"
"Head of the clan..."
Suddenly, King Netherworld heard a call from outside.
He left the secret room and came outside, his face changed drastically because he saw the space crack stretching thousands of meters in the distance.
"Chief, you are finally out."
"Clan leader, it's not good, the secret realm has begun to collapse, and we have lost many clan members."
"The panic has caused some lower-level tribesmen to go crazy, and now the secret realm is very chaotic."
The Netherworld King's eyes flashed with green light, and he saw beacon smoke rising from each secret realm, and many tribesmen were burning, killing, looting, and wreaking havoc.
"Asshole."
A loud shout was like thunder from the sky.
It exploded in the ears of all the Nether tribesmen, causing many people to bleed from their orifices and even fall into coma.
Suddenly the secret realm became quiet.
The King of Netherworld had enough intimidating power. He shouted coldly: "What's the chaos! What's the panic! As long as I'm here, everyone will be fine."
"Everyone should return to their original positions and no rebellion is allowed, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
"Did you hear me."
With a bang, the Nether Clan members all knelt down, not daring to raise any objections.
Click.
Suddenly, another crack appeared.
This time it was three thousand meters long and horizontal, and the next second, a third crack appeared, ten thousand meters long and wide.
Woo woo woo.
The space storm swept over and instantly killed a hundred thousand Nether Tribe dragons.
The Netherworld King's eyes were red, one hundred thousand tribesmen died so tragically, he roared, roared angrily.
"Everyone starts the sacrifice immediately, and I will temporarily seal the space crack."
As the King of Netherworld spoke, he exploded the space storm and grabbed some ancient secret treasures from the treasure house.
At this moment, it is a life and death crisis.
Under the leadership of the Nether King, the Nether tribe began to contend with the space rift.
In the secret room.
Ye Fan lay quietly on the stone bed, mentally defeated, and Xuan Ying was eating away at the seal.
"Huh?"
Ye Fan saw a glimmer of light.
In this time of endless darkness, Ye Fan didn't know how long it had passed. Ye Fan thought it would go on like this forever, but today there was a turn for the better.
This is Ye Fan's consciousness.
Self-sealed consciousness.
Because Xuanying was eating away at the seal, light appeared.
Ye Fan was so excited.
He seemed to see hope of escaping.
In this dark world, there is no concept of time. Ye Fan feels that tens of millions of years have passed.
At first, it was very painful.
Ye Fan's consciousness was about to collapse.
Taking his time, Ye Fan persisted, persisted with the faith in his heart, and later got used to it.
He has no distractions, and he understands the secrets of supernatural powers and cultivation methods.
The Great Sealing Technique, the Great Catastrophe Technique, the Great Kuna Technique, the Great Devouring Technique, the Great Projection Technique, including the Great Dao Fist, the Six Paths Secret Technique, the Six-Character Mantra, etc., he has all reached the Dacheng level.
Moreover, he also had a profound understanding of the Tyrant Body Technique.
But without a physical body, he has no way of knowing what level he has reached now.
The body is fundamental.
Without the body, everything is in vain.
Now hope has come.
As long as the seal is broken, his consciousness can return to his original form, control his body, and be reborn.