Four hundred and twentieth chapters untie the shackles
"It's a pity that except for the Great Emperor, no one can survive in the restricted area for several months." The Peerless God King sighed.
The Holy Body was the darling of heaven and earth in ancient times. In those years, the laws of heaven and earth remained unchanged, which was very suitable for their growth. According to the speculation of the God King, they can only recover by healing their wounds with the elixir of immortality in such an area.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly became enlightened and he clenched his fists. His life was finally in his own hands and he could take a chance instead of relying on fate.
When he walked out of the hall, he saw Feng Lie and other people. Now these people looked at him strangely. One of them, a pretty woman, chuckled and said: "I will tell the lady and finally beat him away.
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When Ye Fan heard such words, he turned around and looked at her and said: "It has never been related, why should it be like this?"
"That's natural, there's no way it has anything to do with it, huh!" This girl is Feng Huang's maid. Last time, she, Feng Lie and a dozen other people were all raped by Ye Fan.
Someone nearby snorted coldly and said: "Three million kilograms of water, you can hear the sound even if you throw it into the water, but it was wasted in vain."
"Yes, it's such a waste. Such an astronomical sum of money only produced a ceramic man with only half a year to live. What a waste."
"If this kind of physique is not good, it is not good. In the end, everything will be in vain, causing our clan to lose so much."
More than a dozen young men and women, all cousins of Feng Huang, some of whom had been raped by Ye Fan, and now saw him in such a state, all spoke coldly.
Ye Fan glanced at them and said: "If you don't tell me, I have forgotten that three million kilograms of yuan is indeed not a small amount. If I don't die, I will go to the Wind Clan to pay it off myself."
"Young man, what shame do you say to me? Don't mention it again!" The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan came out, scolded these young people with a stern face, and said: "It's really unruly. Go to seclusion as soon as you return to the family.
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These people were all afraid of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything more. They did not raise their heads until the wind and clouds had gone away.
Someone muttered: "It sounds nice, but I'm going to die, how can I pay it back?"
"It's just that it will turn into a rotting corpse in less than half a year, so why bother to pay it off?"
Ye Fan was too lazy to argue with them. He just showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and said: "I will live for ten thousand years. By then, all the holy places will probably have a headache because I live too long."
Not far away, a beautiful figure came careeningly. The phoenix was dressed in colorful clouds. It was the pearl of the Wind Clan. Its slender jade body was surrounded by colorful clouds, making it dazzling and moving.
The legendary beautiful face is covered by a colorful phoenix mask. It is obvious that this is a secret treasure that cannot be seen through at all, and it is full of brilliance.
"Miss, I was just going to tell you the good news." The maid just laughed lightly.
Fenghuang was as arrogant as before, as if he was standing in the clouds, raised his crystal white chin, glanced at Ye Fan lightly, and said: "Take good care of your injuries."
Ye Fan smiled, said nothing, turned and left.
If he does not die, he may really meet these people soon. The Wind Clan is located in the central area of the Eastern Wasteland. One of the seven forbidden areas of life, the Mountain of the Immortal, is in that area. If he solves his own problems, he must go there.
Take a walk.
That night, Ye Fan made it clear that he was going to find the elixir of immortality and fight against the odds.
Pang Bo firmly opposed it. He thought it was too dangerous and would lead to a narrow escape. He wanted to win the Qing Emperor's heart and extend Ye Fan's life.
However, Ye Fan was determined and could not change.
Now that things have come to this point, there is no point in trying to stop them. A few people began to discuss where would be the most suitable place.
"Actually, there is an elixir of immortality in the Purple Mountain, which was planted by Emperor Wushi himself. Unfortunately, it can't be entered now." The Black Emperor was annoyed. It had been cursing it for a day and didn't understand why such a thing happened.
"How does this dead dog know so much? Did he escape from it?" Li Heishui was confused.
"Could it be that... the world has started to change again?" The big black dog's eyes were filled with fire. He looked towards the sky and laughed stupidly, ignoring the suspicious looks of several people.
Now, no one cares about this, they are all discussing where to go.
Li Heishui believes that you must not go to the seven forbidden areas of life. The ancient sages all have access and cannot get out, so it is impossible to stay for several months to recuperate.
Tu Fei felt that Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest was worth considering. After all, he saw with his own eyes that there was a true dragon medicine. Apart from this, it would be difficult to find it in the world.
"Actually, I have made a decision a long time ago. I collected the Divine Source Stone Skin. You always thought that I was going to enter the Purple Mountain. This is not the case at all."
Ye Fan spread out the sketch of Donghuang, pointed to one end, and said: "I'm going there."
"No, I definitely can't go. You can't go into this place. It's too dangerous."
"Even if several holy places join forces to attack, they can't make a splash. It's a veritable Jedi. It's impossible for anyone to come out alive."
Tu Fei and Li Heishui strongly opposed it.
The next day, Xiao Tingting came across the void with the Jiang family. She was dressed in purple, carved with pink and jade, like a delicate porcelain doll, but her big eyes were full of tears.
As soon as he saw Ye Fan, he rushed over and said: "Big brother..."
She had learned everything about Ye Fan, and was extremely sad. Tears kept rolling down, wetting Ye Fan's clothes, and her eyes were red from crying.
"Brother, nothing will happen to you." She cried loudly, very sad.
"Tingting, be good, don't cry, I'll be fine." Ye Fan knelt down and comforted her softly.
"Brother, Tingting has the true blood of Taiyin. I have read ancient books and it can save people's lives..." Little Tingting wiped her tears and sobbed, trying to open her white little wrist to release the true blood of Taiyin.
Ye Fan stopped her in a hurry, scratched her nose, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will be fine in a short time."
"Really?" Xiao Tingting's long eyelashes were covered with crystal tears, and her face was full of disbelief.
"When did I lie to you? Don't cry, otherwise you will become a little cat." Ye Fan wiped away her tears, touched her head and said with a smile.
"Then when can I see you?" Xiao Tingting still didn't believe it. Every time her big eyes flickered, tears would roll down.
"It won't be too far away." When Ye Fan said this, the Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things appeared, hanging above his head, and thousands of black and yellow qi fell down, wisps of strands, and everything was misty.
"His!"
Everyone gasped, and many wanted to rush over. If the peerless God King hadn't been here, a bloody battle would have been inevitable.
"Yeah!" Little Tingting was also shocked.
"Do you like it?" Ye Fan asked her, then stood up, faced the Jiang family, and said, "I will temporarily lend this tripod to Xiao Tingting."
Everyone understood what he meant. His life or death was uncertain. If he could not come back, this cauldron would be given to the little princess of the Jiang clan. If he could be resurrected, he would take it away in the future.
No one thinks that he can come back again, and the eyes of other strong men are all glaring. These heaven-defying holy objects are given away as soon as they are given away. To make the little princess of the Jiang clan is to make the Jiang family whole.
Ye Fan originally wanted to keep Pang Bo's tripod, but he was afraid of causing Pang Bo's death, so he didn't do that. He had experienced too much.
The reason why the Holy Lands pursued him was mainly related to the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things. He did not want Pang Bo to follow in his footsteps, so he secretly gave Pang Bo the piece of Phoenix Blood Red Gold.
It is also a peerless holy object, but no one knows the existence of Phoenix Blood Red Gold, and it will not bring disaster to Pang Bo.
"I'll keep it for you to build super ultimate weapons in the future. The more types of holy species, the better." Pang Bo said as he accepted it.
This tripod is handed over to Xiao Tingting and protected by the Jiang family. There is no need to worry about outsiders coveting it. It also frees Ye Fan completely and can take it back when he is strong enough.
Now that his life is short and the treasure is given away, many big forces no longer need to keep an eye on him. This can be said to have opened the deadlock and released the shackles.
Many young people of the Wind Clan were very dissatisfied, feeling that Ye Fan favored one over the other without considering the Wind Clan and was being ignored.
"Actually, you still have hope of living. As long as you cut off the four extremes of cultivation, although the injury cannot be healed, it will not get worse."
A miraculous doctor from the Eastern Wasteland said this. He was invited by the Peerless God King. He himself has a Holy Lord-level cultivation, and his medical skills are rare in the world.
"Really? Then I will definitely choose to continue living." Ye Fan smiled. If he left this time, if he could find a future, this would be a good excuse to cover up.
The God King left without a sound, and no one knew where he went. Also disappearing with him were Xiao Tingting and the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things.
He has not returned to the Jiang family, leaving the world in great suspense!
Everyone has already surmised that he doesn't have much life left and won't live long, but why did he take the little girl away?
Some people speculate that this was the God King's last resort to intimidate him, deliberately leaving an unsolved mystery so that the world could not know his life and death.
There is no definite answer, just like a sharp sword that never falls, it always makes people's hearts hang on their shoulders. This is an invisible shock.
When Ye Fan was about to leave, he carefully walked around the sacred city. Wherever he passed, the younger generation was extremely afraid, fearing that he would go crazy in the end.
"Damn it, the Holy Body is here, run away quickly, there is no chance for him to survive, he is probably going to find someone like the Son of God to kill him."
"Hurry up, it's best to leave the divine city first. Didn't you see that all the saints and saints have run away and have disappeared long ago?"
"It is said that the Golden Winged Peng King has left and returned to the central region of the Eastern Wasteland."
"Fenghuang and others also left and returned to the central region."
Wherever Ye Fan passed, it was like a quiet street. Everyone was afraid that he would challenge others in the last days of his life. No one dared to challenge him, so they all retreated.
Unfortunately, everyone guessed wrong, and Ye Fan did not challenge anyone.
After the Black Emperor carved the Dao pattern of a super complicated and mysterious domain gate, he chose to bid farewell to the divine city and was about to leave.
Yaoyuekong, Yaochi Saint, Daxia Prince, and the little nun in white came to say goodbye, and then some more people came.
Ye Fan saw An Miaoyi in the crowd. She was peerless and uncontaminated. She looked at her quietly with clear eyes.
"brush"
Ye Fan raised his hand and sacrificed the "Immortal Linglong" and flew towards An Miaoyi. It was a rare treasure cut out of the Immortal Sound Stone. If it was nourished by the immortal energy, it could become a supreme immortal scripture.
"goodbye!"
Ye Fan stepped onto the Xuanyu Platform and disappeared instantly, crossing the void.