Ye Fanshenhui is so powerful that even if the palace built by the Great Ancient Emperor is covered with endless runes, it cannot stop him. In an instant, he can understand who is inside.
"How are you two after so many years of separation?"
"Brother Ye, is this really you?" The door of the ancient palace was pushed open, and a man walked out. He was tall and tall, with a body as strong as a dragon. He was bronze in color, and his long hair was loose and thick, but there were a few strands of white in it.
hair.
"Demon god?" Ryoma was surprised. He had seen it on the ancient road in the starry sky.
"Southern Demon." Hei Huang sighed. One of the geniuses of Beidou back then had not seen each other for so many years, but now they meet again. It makes people sigh over the passage of time.
At that time, Nan Yao was in his prime and full of vitality. Although he is still full of vitality and has become a peerless master, he is already over 6,000 years old.
Ye Fan was also filled with emotion. From the last farewell on the ancient road to the stars, until we meet again today, thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye. If ordinary people had already turned into dust.
Nan Yao is extremely powerful and can be regarded as the top combat power in the world. He is also an alternative enlightened person.
Behind him, there is another person. She is tall and graceful, but her hair has turned into white hair. Although she has used magic to keep her appearance youthful, she has obviously suffered the impact of the years.
It was none other than Qi Huishui, Qi Qi, Princess Qi of Nanling.
Seeing each other again left people speechless for a long time.
Youth is fleeting and beauty grows old quickly.
When the most beautiful women cannot withstand the years and grow old in the wind and frost, this is the cruelest thing for them. Who can understand the feeling of watching their youth fade away and take root?
"Ye Fan." Qi Fushui sighed softly and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
She is not as powerful as Nan Yao. After more than six thousand years, the traces on her body are relatively obvious and her blood energy is not so strong.
The Nan Yao brother and sister came over to meet each other.
Ye Fan imprisoned a meteorite, cut the stone into a table and stone pier, took out some fine wine, and reminisced about the past with two old friends.
"You became the Great Emperor?" Nan Yao was surprised and then relieved.
They were trapped here for many years and so many things happened. They didn't know that Ye Fan had become the Emperor of Heaven and that the ancient palace could be isolated from the world. But Nan Yao was a very human being and would never lose his composure.
"It feels good to see you after so many years of separation," Ye Fan said.
As the number of familiar people becomes fewer and fewer, they will eventually be defeated by the passage of time. He cherishes every old friend and does not want any accidents to happen to them.
"This is the pool of souls left behind by the Immortal Emperor."
"I already know." Ye Fan nodded.
Nan Yao told the story of how they discovered the ancient temple in the void of the universe. When they entered it, they discovered that it was the place where the Immortal Emperor once attained enlightenment and retreat, which shocked them.
The two brothers and sisters practiced here, but they never thought that as their cultivation deepened, the ancient temple's soul pool was activated and the broken void came, and the devil's fog also appeared, surrounding the place and trapping them.
Fortunately, the ancient temple is special and can prevent the rotten air from approaching.
As Nan Yao's cultivation became deeper and deeper, in recent years he felt confident to leave, but he sensed the wonders of Shenhun Pond and did not want to leave easily.
Ye Fan sighed, the rotten air here is extremely powerful and can hurt the Supreme Being. It is really amazing that Nan Yao has reached this point in his cultivation. He has become a different kind of Taoist.
Just as the Black Emperor speculated, the Soul Pond is the remnant of the Immortal Emperor's soul, left behind after his transformation.
Ye Fan stood in front of the pond for a long time, and then walked around the ancient palace. He deeply felt that the immortal emperor was terrifying and was an unimaginable enemy.
They had been together here for a long time, and Qi Huoshui was very silent. The once peerless goddess, her youth was passing away, which made her sad, and it was difficult to speak when she saw her old friend again. It was not until they parted that she sighed softly: "You haven't changed much."
Ye Fan watched them leave. When they were about to disappear into the galaxy, Nan Yao looked back and said: "Brother Ye, this may be the last time we meet, take care!"
Ye Fan was silent and sighed. If nothing unexpected happened, Nan Yao chose to call himself a self-styled person, and he would not appear again until thousands of lifetimes later.
"goodbye!"
On the way back, Ye Fan was very silent. After a long time, the Black Emperor said: "Let's walk again, it's okay anyway.
Ye Fan nodded. The method of seeking immortality cannot be understood through seclusion. So many outstanding people have been stuck in ancient times. Naturally, he does not think that he can conquer the world by immersing himself in enlightenment.
This journey lasted for more than half a year. They passed through many galaxies and caused a great sensation. The Emperor of Heaven paraded around, making all tribes in awe. Many wealthy tribes came out to greet him and invited him in, but they were all declined.
Along the way, they saw a lot, and they sighed in their hearts that this glorious world was coming to an end and was really coming to an end.
Zhang Bairen, Taichu and others have disappeared long ago. It is said that they have proclaimed themselves. They want to leave their hopes and ambitions in life in the future, hoping to defy heaven and return.
Later, they saw some of the shocking bloodlines declining in their later years, and more people began to grow old and show signs of fatigue.
"Our youth, is it finally going to end in this prosperous age?"
"Haha, what did I see in the most splendid life, the most glorious era? But nothing is left. We just pass by in such a hurry, just a passer-by, nothing more!"
Someone was laughing and crying.
The autumn wind blows, the yellow leaves turn to dust, and the prosperous age is finally coming to an end.
The stars are so bright that those who once shined can't open their eyes. There are so many people with imperial postures competing for supremacy. In the end, there is only one emperor standing in the nine heavens, looking down at the many stars.
The stars are dim and the heroes are dejected.
There have been prophecies since the age of mythology that the true path to immortality will be opened in this life, and that the glorious road will lead to the other side, directly to a world of immortality.
However, this also came to nothing, leaving people with too many regrets. The fairy world is so lofty and lofty.
The blood and tears of the supreme, the sorrow of the heroes, all this ended in this mythical era of the world, and countless strong men died in the struggle for hegemony in the world.
Too many geniuses were buried in the galaxy. Six thousand years of war, six thousand years of glory, may continue for another ten thousand years, but the end will eventually come to an end and no one can stop it.
"I wrote a sonorous war song with my blood, I bloomed with glory with my life, and finally listened to a song of great sadness. Is this the ending?"
Many people looked up to heaven.
The outstanding figures back then were all full of vigor and vitality, but now their hair has grown gray and many have died, while the rest have also been stained by the wind and frost of time.
"Is this... the end? I'm not willing to accept it. What can happen in the golden age!"
A long song makes a hero cry.
How can we forget and how can we let go that a great world is coming to an end like this? The heroes in their prime are getting older and they are about to come to an end!
After a great life, you can see the prosperity of this life, like fireworks blooming, and you should adjust it like this.
As Ye Fan marched, his words became less and less. The more he saw, the more he saw. He became more and more silent. Is he finally going to bid farewell to this life?
"Look, the Emperor of Heaven is seeing us off, haha..." Someone laughed, tears already flowing down his face.
"Yes, the Emperor of Heaven is practicing in us. He once competed with us in the same generation. Hahaha... Farewell to this life!" Sad laughter filled the sky, and he staggered away.
Ye Fan and the others walked all the way and came to the ancient land where they had fought in the past. It was a star field that had been shattered in the dark and turbulent years. It was in ruins.
At that time, Ye Fan had not yet become emperor, so he fought with passion and threw himself into the battlefield with the determination to die like a moth to a flame.
Looking back again, the road was stained with blood.
There are ruins here, there are countless star ruins, and the blood of all kinds of creatures stains the ancient land red, but it has never dried up.
The dream breaks through the stars and earth, the people of the past can never come back.
"Ji Zi, how I hope you can live, you and I and the Holy Prince will have a drink together." Ye Fan whispered.
He thought of a lot, including the divine king in white who was like a father and a teacher, and the unparalleled sick old man Gai Jiuyou. They had sacrificed too much.
"How can we forget that in the turmoil, the Holy Emperor of the Sun, even though only a human skin was left, he defied fate and came back to fight until the blood was gone." Ryoma also sighed softly.
Back then, in the Ziwei Star Territory, the Human Emperor's Skin reappeared. Even if he died, he had to protect the life of an ancient star. In the end, he shed the last drop of blood and tears in his eyes before falling.
"There is also the Great Emperor of the Void, who spent his whole life suppressing chaos until he died in battle. In this life, he still has to shed the last drop of blood, and in the end he only has half a broken mirror to accompany him."
When they talked about the past, they felt sad.
Even Ye Fan has great sadness and can't control himself.
Suddenly, the Black Emperor stopped and the dragon and horse turned their heads. Only Ye Fan did not stop and continued walking along the blood-stained battlefield. There was a figure there.
"It's you." Ye Fan recognized her as Xia Jiuyou, the only disciple of old man Gai Jiuyou.
In the past, she was a talented girl. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was able to compete with the Golden Winged Peng King, Yaoguang, Ye Fan and others, shocking the Eastern Wasteland.
In the past, she had been willful and unruly, but she was defeated by Mark and was severely punished.
Years have passed, and this talented girl has changed drastically. She has grown up, her clothes are as white as snow, and her face is full of sadness.
Xia Jiuyou is beautiful. She has reached the quasi-emperor realm for thousands of years and her strength is extremely amazing. However, there are still one or two strands of white hair in her hair.
"Why...are you here?" Seeing her, Ye Fan couldn't help but think of Gai Wudi, and felt great sadness in his heart. He still remembered the time when the sick old man straightened his back, shining brightly, and shouted "Who dares to fight with me?"
Tragic scene.
"I'm looking for the master..." Xia Jiuyou said, with tears on his face, looking very sad.
For so many years, she has been searching in the universe, not believing that her master is dead. He is her only relative, and she wants to find him.
Ye Fan's heart was bitter and his nose was sore. Even if he was the Emperor of Heaven, he could not hide these emotions. In the past, when he woke up three hundred years after the dark turmoil ended, he searched like crazy, but in the end he found nothing.
Unexpectedly, there is another person who is more persistent than him. He has been searching for him for more than five thousand years, and he is still looking for him now!
"The old man doesn't want you to be like this..." Ye Fan advised with discomfort in his heart.
"Master is with me. He will come back. I have found a part of him." Xia Jiuyou said sadly.
"you……"
"It's a pity that I only found one drop of master's blood." Xia Jiuyou's eyes were full of tears, and he carefully held up a piece of divine crystal, with a bright blood drop sealed in it.
"Is it really left by Senior Gai?!" Ye Fan lamented.
He looked at it for a long time, and then walked towards the depths of the broken battlefield. He couldn't help shouting to the sky, feeling too much helplessness and unwillingness in his heart.
Not only Gai Jiuyou, but also so many people came to Ye Fan's heart one by one. Too many people and things passed away like that.
The past events, one by one, each scene seems to be right in front of you.
Ye Fan showed his imperial fist and struck the sky for nine days in this ruined battlefield. There was a rumble of thunder and a tragic song that moved the stars.
"After ancient times, the heaven and the earth moved.
The Beidou beacon is thick with smoke.
As time passes, the ancient tribes and the human world are in chaos.
The sword energy surges into the sky, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood.
The harps and drums are playing, the iron drums are singing, and the cold light is shining in the starry sky.
Stand firm and strong, asking the world who is the hero.
Immortal clouds rise, the Supreme Appears, and there is a battle for eternity on the road to eternal life.
Fight, fight, fight!
The starry sky collapses, and all living beings tremble.
White hair stained with blood, thousands of corpses, the girl's sorrow in the pool of blood, the chaos and war in the world.
Blood splashes in the sky, swords rush into the sky, eternal chaos, and the lament of the end of the world.
Mountains and rivers are like blood, who can save them?
All living beings are calling, the Emperor of Humanity fights back, blood and tears have dried up, and eternity will be dark.
It is hard to see in the void, and the epiphyllum appears again and again. It is a tragic song that cannot bury the eternal heroes, and is accompanied by half a broken mirror.
Years are like knives slicing the genius, sighing enchantingly on the road to eternal life, the beginning of blood and bones, a sad picture of a lifetime.
How many heroes are buried in foreign lands, how many brilliance will never be seen again.
The Nine Dragons pull up the coffin, causing chaos in the whole life. The white hair whistles and sings wildly, and the road to heaven cannot find the end.
The emperor's blood burns the starry sky, and the immortal road speaks of eternity.
The beauty sighs, the hero is in his twilight years, the world has been around for thousands of years, and the path to immortality has disappeared.