Ye Fan is still alive, but he is exhausted and doesn't want to move. Not only is his body like this, but his mind is almost exhausted.
This battle was too tragic for him, especially when he saw Ji Zi in a trance. Jiang Tai's frail body and blood made him feel dejected. He had been wandering for many years, but could not move.
The battle that day resulted in ruins of blood and bones. The emperor passed away, great people perished, and the world was filled with blood.
Ye Fan fought a bloody battle in the cosmic battlefield, and played a great role in that battle. He helped the two great emperors and launched two crucial blows. It was precisely because of this that he led to the death of the Lord of Samsara and the Supreme Lord of Light and Darkness.
Relatively speaking, he was like an ant. He fought hard at the critical moment, but the price he paid was too high. The Immortal Cauldron was shattered, and he was bleeding outside the realm.
Not only that, Dao Yan's immortal clothes also exploded and turned into fragments, stained with his blood, and it was extremely gorgeous at that moment.
The reason why he was able to survive was that the gods in Daoyan's immortal clothes protected his immortal spiritual consciousness and blocked the earth-shattering bloody light of destruction with dozens of fragments.
The two Great Saint bodies were turned into blood and mud, and the bones were scattered everywhere. Of course, his true body could not be preserved, and became blood and mud, mixed together. However, the two bodies were like divine clothes, blocking him from the sun.
Much killing and destructive power.
They have the same origin, they share the same body. The blood mud of the Great Holy Body protected him from a drop of true blood and incorporated it into the blood mud, so that his vitality was never cut off by the supreme murderous aura.
The little girl came over and cried loudly among the bloody mud and golden fragments of the Dao Tribulation. Her tears were like rain, and she was extremely sad. Those tears were equivalent to elixir, protecting his last indelible mark.
But at that time, he lost the ability to speak, and his whole person fell into boundless darkness. Perhaps that was death, and he stepped into that realm.
He didn't know what happened after the Imperial War. The fragments of the Immortal Clothes sailed into the distance along with the residual blood and broken bones, floating in darkness and coldness. They kept going away and were isolated from the outside world.
He doesn't know how many years he spent in silence, with a trace of his immortal consciousness mixed with a drop of true blood, protected and preserved, and spent in the darkness.
Maybe it was decades, maybe hundreds of years. In the darkness, he tried to open his eyes. But he couldn't do it, and he felt dizzy.
Later, he heard a passage of scripture, which echoed in his immortal consciousness, deafening, and gradually brought him back, slowly recovering. It was hundreds of words of ancient scripture recorded in the bronze coffin pulled by Jiulong.
He is immortal.
Later, he had real consciousness. At that time, the secret word "Zhe" was operating, reborn with a drop of blood, nourishing it, and rebuilding his body.
It was also at that time that he discovered a green lotus beside him, which shed some light rain, and actually contained the essence of his blood. It participated in the repair of his body, and his true body gradually grew.
At the same time, the same is true for his spiritual consciousness. Under the guidance of the Immortal Sutra in the ancient bronze coffin, under the restoration of Zhe Zi Jue, and under the nourishment of Qinglian, it slowly grew stronger.
Decades ago, he had his true body, which was his own flesh and blood. It was solid and immortal and would not be destroyed even if it hit a meteorite. However, it only stopped there. He had no law fluctuations and no order of the holy way.
He seemed to be made of divine gold, solid and indestructible, but he was unable to use the secret skills of the past. He fought for the Supreme, and the battle was so brutal that the fragments of the avenue were no longer visible.
During those years, he couldn't even move. There may be fragments of the Dharma hidden in his flesh and blood, but they couldn't be used by him. He could only travel far away alone, floating in the dark wilderness of the universe.
During this period, he seemed to see half a void mirror accompanied by a broken body. It was void, Ji Zi, or Huang Di. He wanted to yell, but he could only watch, unable to move, watching them go away.
Buried in the cold.
Similarly, he also saw the blood and bones of Emperor Hengyu and Jiang Taixu, as well as many fragments of imperial weapons, stained with blood, which made him feel great grief, but he was unable to do anything.
He was able to move in recent years, but he still could not fly independently and his physical condition was not very good. Later, he fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up until he fell on this big star.
After so many years, he didn't know what was going on in the outside world, he didn't know where his old friends were, and he didn't even know the outcome of the dark turmoil.
Now, in this day and night, he is still accompanied by heartbreaking pain. His soul seems to be being cut open with a knife, and his bones seem to be crushed by the fragments of the avenue, turning into powder. This is the same relationship with the ancient supreme being.
The ending of the battle was tragic, although he survived.
He was groggy, exhausted physically and mentally, and there was even a kind of heartache. Did Ji Zi die like that? Couldn't the white-clothed divine king appear? And Gai Jiuyou, who dared to fight with me in that life? It's still shaking his heart.
mind.
Many people have gone far away, and even the last farewell is just passed by each other in the cold universe, unable to collect their blood and bones for them.
"We're home, this is my home."
The boy's name is Bai Ye, a very strange name, but also very common literally. He is cheerful and optimistic. He is only fourteen years old this year, but he has extraordinary strength, better than adults. Otherwise, he would not be able to beat Ye Fan as fast as he flies.
Back to the village from the mountain.
These are a few very ordinary stone-tiled houses, facing a fish pond and located in the easternmost position of the village. The furniture in the house is very old and has been for some years, but it is tidied up very quietly.
Bai Ye's eyes were clear, and he handed over a dry towel for Ye Fan to wipe his face, and then brought a pile of clean and soft bed quilts for him to rest on.
Ye Fan took it silently, wiped off the mud and water, put on a pair of new clothes, and sat there, lost in thought.
His head still hurts, as it always does when he works hard to use his consciousness and restore his body. The ancient supreme imperial way has caused great harm to him. Even though his true body is immortal, something has gone wrong.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been wiped out by ashes long ago. He could survive because of a combination of various reasons.
After so many years, Ye Fan wanted to travel across the wilderness and soar into the sky again, but he still couldn't control his body. He vaguely felt that there should be a powerful force in his flesh and blood, which was always running, but it was not for his use.
"Ah, why did it grow on the kang?" At this moment, the young man Bai Ye exclaimed, and the green lotus actually took root on the kang and grew.
It has only three leaves and no thick root system. It has such strong vitality in a place without water, which is jaw-dropping and unbelievable.
The old man opened his mouth, wanted to say something but held back.
Ye Fan pulled it up, walked to the pond in front of the house, and put it in. The result was still the same. In an instant, it took root and was implanted in the water. A faint white mist filled the air.
"You can rest here and recuperate." The young man Bai Ye smiled like the sun.
"Thank you." Ye Fan said. Although his consciousness felt like it was cut by a knife, in a short period of time, he still captured their spiritual thoughts and understood the language on this star.
Perhaps, this is also a hope and signal that he can recover.
"You're welcome." The young man scratched his head, with a simplicity in the sunshine.
At this time, the old man brought a bowl of hot soup for Ye Fan to drink. Although he knew that his background might be shocking, he still brought water for these mortals.
"Is the dark turmoil over?" Ye Fan put away his thoughts and asked. This is the issue he is most concerned about at the moment. In the previous war, many outstanding people sacrificed too much, but the result... was disappointing. At this time, he
His voice was a little shaky.
It was a bloody battle in which he, Ji Zi, Jiang Taixu and others tried hard to change the cruel reality. Emperor Void, Gai Jiuyou... many people died. What happened, it was scary.
"What kind of turmoil? Are you talking about the birth of Qiongqi and the destruction of Chaos? They have never appeared." The young man said.
"I mean, is there a blood catastrophe on this star, and is there an ancient supreme being coming?" Ye Fan asked, because he had already seen that the old man was a monk, and although the young man did not understand magic, his body was very strong, so it was not a big deal.
Ordinary people should understand things in the spiritual world.
The grandfather and grandson looked at each other with suspicion and shook their heads together, indicating that they did not know what he was talking about.
"Are you... from the outside world?" After a moment, the old man asked hesitantly.
Ye Fan was startled, and soon he understood what kind of place this was. It was isolated from the universe and blocked by the mist of chaos. This was a strange star field.
"The dark turmoil you are talking about is referring to the Feixian battlefield. Don't worry, as long as you don't take the initiative to join the battle, generally speaking, the people inside will not come out. Blood disasters are rare." The young man Bai Ye said.
"Flying Immortal Battlefield?!" This name can easily bring up many associations, and Ye Fan's dim eyes emitted an astonishing beam of light.
"Well, it's over there. We live on the edge, adjacent to it." Bai Ye pointed to the distance, which was a gray land, and at the end was the Feixian battlefield.
"Many extremely powerful people will come here to compete, all from the outside world..." After Ye Fan understood this, he whispered to himself and walked out without resting.
"Hey, are you feeling well? It's very dangerous there. It's very mysterious to kill people's moral skills and their cultivation." Bai Ye shouted.
"I just want to climb a mountain and have a look." Ye Fan said. He had no problem moving, but he couldn't fly. The fragments of his Dharma were imprisoned in his flesh and blood.
Bai Ye followed him, not trusting him, so he climbed a mountain with them and looked towards the Feixian battlefield. There were many light spots at the end of the gray earth, like a god earth resurrecting.
"Our star is called the First Tribulation Star, and that area is vast and vast, much larger than human habitation, and occupies a quarter of the territory of this star."
The First Tribulation Star, a very strange name...
Ye Fan heard this and silently calculated in his heart that this was a continent wider than the Eastern Wasteland, and it was really a vast battlefield.
Faintly, he could sense a mysterious wave spreading out there, and one talisman after another was condensed on the battlefield, imprinted into the mountains and rivers.
"Look, the Feixian battlefield is reviving, and it will endure terrifying hunts, duels, and encirclement and suppression wars. It is said that every time a golden age comes, the outside world will come to our Feixian battlefield for a duel. Everyone is peerless.
Master." The young man Bai Ye said enthusiastically, looking forward to it.
"Really, are we going to see many old friends so soon?" Ye Fan whispered, the fragments of the Dharma were not visible, and his eyes lacked luster, but they were deeper. {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com Thanks to all book friends