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Chapter 630 Eighty-nine thousand years

Chapter 630 Eighty-Nine Thousand Years

There are two treasures in the Qinling Mountains, one is the Immortal Transformation Pond, and the other is the Eternal Dragon Cave. There are rumors in the world that if you get one of them, you can attain enlightenment.

Needless to say, the Hua Xian Pond, even the Qing Emperor was born in it. How many such stunning figures have there been since ancient times? That’s enough to explain everything.

Qinling Dragon Cave, not to mention it is the strongest dragon cave in Zhongzhou, otherwise why would there be ancient emperors and others competing to bury them? It is because there is a legend that a corpse can be transformed into an immortal, so there are many ancient tombs underground.

Everything started because of that eternal dragon cave. Everyone wants to be buried in it, hoping that one day they can become a corpse immortal and live forever in the world, becoming immortal forever.

The third generation of Yuantian Master, the Yuanshu took over the creation of heaven and earth, and calculated everything. No one in ancient and modern times could find the Dragon Cave of Qinling Mountains, but he was immobilized and buried in it.

So many years have passed, a full 70,000 years, even if a piece of weed is placed inside, it has already channeled spirits, let alone a strange corpse.

The sick old man speculated that the body of Yuantian Master breathed out the moonlight, breathed out the ancestral energy of the Qinling Mountains, and was nourished by the dragon's cave. It had already become immortal flesh, containing the essence of life-sustaining life.

"Wherever there is light, there is darkness, where there is Yang, there is Yin, where there is life, there is death. It is clearly an ancient and strange corpse, but it has been soaked by the sun, moon and dragon's cave, and it has the secret of immortality."

The great sage has long thought that the third generation Yuantian Master has formed a divine elixir in his body, which is like holding a little yang in the sun. It breathes in the essence of the sun and the moon and condenses a yang elixir.

After seventy thousand years of practice, God knows how powerful the magical effect is. Some ancient sages speculated that it should be a human elixir that is easy to be absorbed by the human body.

This is an extremely rare and immeasurable elixir. It has no value at all. The white bones of human flesh and death are small. Its greater beauty is that it has the opportunity to attain enlightenment.

After Ye Fan understood all this, he couldn't help but be speechless. The humanoid red-haired creature originally disgusted him and represented ominousness, but now it seems to contain supreme immortal treasures.

"The ancient dragon caves in the Qinling Mountains are indeed comparable to the Hualong Pond. They all have rare treasures. If you get one of them, you can attain enlightenment. It seems to be true."

His heart was pounding, and instead of looking for Hualong Pond, it was better to start from the ancient tomb. He had obtained the inheritance of Master Yuan Tian, ​​which gave him a strong advantage in this regard.

In particular, the burial cave of the third generation Yuan Tianshi will definitely follow the method of observing the terrain in the Yuan Tianshu. If you reason in detail, you will definitely find clues.

The sick old man said: "There is an eternal dragon hidden in the Qinling Mountains. Naturally, there is also a dream-level divine essence. It is either in the Immortal Transformation Pond or in the Dragon Cave!"

This is another amazing news. The precious marrow produced by the ancient dragon must be a top-notch divine item. If it were transformed into a living being, it would be comparable to the elixir of immortality!

There have always been legends in the world, claiming that there is a real dream-level divine essence. It has a life of its own and is probably very powerful, but no one has ever seen it.

"I feel like something amazing is going to come out of the Qinling Mountains this time. Maybe the dream-level dragon marrow alone is enough to make the five realms boil." Ye Fan said to himself.

But the sick old man shook his head and said: "I don't think so. I'm afraid there will be a big mess. After so many years, it's not surprising that the dream-level dragon marrow has turned into a holy spirit."

"What, the ancient holy spirit that can compete with the emperor?!" Ye Fan was shocked. If there really is such a thing, many people will die this time.

"Li Heishui is here too..." From a distance, Ye Fan saw Li Heishui, Jiang Huairen, Liu Kou, and Wu Zhongtian, and his strength had improved a lot now.

The last time, Li Heishui was humiliated. Although Ye Fan later avenged him and killed all those people, he was still stimulated and practiced hard for more than two years.

Ye Fan gave all the coffin boards of the ancient tea tree of Wudao to Pang Bo and asked him to give one piece to Li Heishui, which indeed played a big role.

In the Qinling Mountains, there are towering mountains and old trees, many as high as mountains and extremely lush. This is an ancient land full of vitality.

With a radius of one million miles, Zhongzhou is no bigger than Zhongzhou, but the real area is boundless, many times larger than the earth on the other side of the starry sky.

"It's too vast. This eternal dragon lurks underground and is difficult to find..." Ye Fan finally knew how far he was from Yuan Tianshi. The other party could fix the ancient cave of the real dragon, but he couldn't even open the door.

Can't find it.

"It's him..." The sick old man's expression froze and he looked ahead blankly.

The ancient trees are swaying, and there is a large lake in front, with sparkling waves and vast expanse of blue waves, giving people a sense of vastness and grandeur.

There was a man by the lake. He was only in his twenties, and he was very powerful, but his face was expressionless, his hair was disheveled, and he stood there like a fossil.

"Time makes people grow old, and old friends are buried in the loess. Even a generation of talented people cannot stop him, but he finally escaped and came to this world..." The sick old man said to himself.

At this time, they were standing on the mountains, still more than ten miles away from the big lake, and they were not worried about being discovered.

"Are you talking about him?" Ye Fan was surprised.

"The Emperor of Zhongzhou, Xiang Yufei is an outstanding figure of his generation. At the age of nineteen, he defeated all the heroes in the world and became the youngest emperor of Zhongzhou at that time." The sick old man lamented.

Ye Fan was horrified for a moment. What is the origin of the sick old man? There is something wrong with this tone. How old has he lived?

Who is the Zhonghuang? The hero of nine thousand years ago has amazed the past and present. Although he has been resurrected in this world, he has not seen many of them. Why does the sick old man talk like this?

"You are overthinking, who in this world can live for nine thousand years..." The sick old man laughed dumbly, shook his head, and said: "I have seen his life records, so I just sighed."

"You really scared me."

"In those days, Zhongzhou had outstanding people and produced several extraordinary figures. It is a pity that except for one Xiang Yufei who was hidden away by the Qishi Mansion, everyone else fell into the dust."

"Is there anyone else who can compare with Xiang Yufei?" Ye Fan was surprised. The appearance of such an outstanding person would be enough to be recorded in ancient books.

"There is another one that is astonishing both ancient and modern times. It's a pity that if you go down the same path and never look back, you will not be able to withstand the passage of time." The sick old man sighed.

"Who is that person?" Ye Fan asked.

"Gai Jiuyou." The sick old man only uttered these three words, and a trace of loneliness appeared on his face, which disappeared in a flash.

"It's him!" Ye Fan suddenly remembered that he was an incredible and unparalleled figure.

Eight thousand years ago, Gai Jiuyou was invincible in the world and had no opponent in the five major domains. People thought that he could achieve enlightenment and become emperor, but he failed in the end.

The Qing Emperor has only been dead for two thousand years, and the fate of his body has not yet passed. There is no way for a great emperor to be born in this world. Gai Jiuyou lamented, and in his later years he traveled far away to the Eastern Wasteland, and was eventually buried in the loess soil.

Now, Xia Jiuyou has appeared in Donghuang, a stubborn and strong little girl, who has received the inheritance of Gai Jiuyou. Once the Jiuyou fairy song is played, it can move the nine heavens.

"The Qing Emperor is really too powerful. He demonstrated the Tao in the ancient times of the Houhuang Dynasty and paved another path for future generations. However, it is precisely because he is so powerful that even after ten thousand years of death, the Tao cannot be eradicated and it is difficult for others to become emperors."

Ye Fan nodded and expressed deep agreement. Judging from his various deeds, this demon emperor was so powerful that even those around him could not look up to what he had achieved.

"The passing water has gone away, the waves have swept away the heroes, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times..." The sick old man shook his head and said: "Gai Jiuyou is so amazing, go all the way to the end, never look back, and never accept the Qishi Mansion

My good intentions failed after all, but it is not a shame to be defeated by the dead Qing Emperor."

"If you keep moving forward, you will be a proud and great man." Ye Fan sighed.

In front, the emperor stood in front of the lake, still motionless, as if he had lost his life, silently staring at the lake, his body like a gaunt tree.

After a long time, it was still the same. Ye Fan was surprised and said: "What is he doing there?"

The sick old man thought deeply and said: "In the past, Xiang Yufei died young at the age of less than twenty. A woman died for his love and threw herself into a lake."

"Ah..." With a loud roar, Xiang Yufei disappeared without a trace, incredibly fast.

"Nine thousand years have passed. Even if he picks the elixir of immortality, it will not help him. He can only feel sad at the place where his beloved woman died." The sick old man shook his head.

"Sure enough, such a character has an unknown past and his own story..." Ye Fan said to himself.

He walked with the sick old man and met many old friends on the road. Finally, he left alone and walked outside the mountain. He wanted to collect some materials that only Yuantian Master could use and prepare to explore the ancient dragon cave.

Among the millions of Qinling Mountains, there is an ancient capital. No one knows how long it has existed. It is known as one of the ten oldest cities in Zhongzhou, and it is called Qincheng.

The city walls are mottled and engraved with the traces of time. People come and go in the city, and there is a constant flow. It is very prosperous, with many civilians, but also many monks.

There were jugglers, medicine sellers, and various snacks hawking all kinds of snacks. It was lively and bustling, and the world was full of dust.

Ye Fan spent five or six days, spent a lot of money, and went to many auction houses, but he only got a small amount of divine stone skin, which was not enough for what he needed.

The ancient dragon cave contains the marrow of dreams, and the third generation Yuan Tianshi is buried there. God knows what kind of weirdness there will be. He needs various materials, and he needs to carve them with the six seals of the Forbidden Immortal.

On the seventh day, Ye Fan walked to the famous Tiandu Pavilion in Qin City. This is a super treasure palace with nine floors. All rare things are for sale.

Far away, he heard the sound of a quarrel. There were two parties confronting each other in front of the magnificent Tiandu Pavilion.

Ye Fan was startled. There were many old friends in front of Tiandu Pavilion, and the situation was a bit tense. One of them was Li Heishui and the others, and Pang Bo was also among them.

The other party was led by a young boy who was Wang Teng's younger brother. The little monster who was now eleven years old was very powerful. He stood in the void and looked down at Jiang Huairen and Liu Kou.

Beside him, there are more than a dozen men and women, all of whom are very powerful. They are all in the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and they are all Saint Son and Saint Lady level figures.

One of the women was ridiculing Li Heishui and the others while trying her best to provoke Wang Chong to take action.

"Do you, the Yin Yang Sect, want to change the saint for the third time?" Pang Bo spoke very mercilessly.

Another man glanced at them contemptuously and said, "There's no point in revealing your shortcomings like this. If we really do it, will you survive?"

"Holy Son of Yin and Yang, you must be careful what you say. The lessons learned from past mistakes are not far away. We must learn from them."

The Holy Son of Yin Yang sneered and said: "Are you talking about that holy body? It has been hiding for more than two years and now it doesn't dare to come out. It's a pity that I teach so many masters and want to take his life but I don't know where it is."

They did not take action because Ji Haoyue's brother and sister were also here, standing on the other side of Pang Bo, and even Wang Chong was afraid of them.

"Aren't you annoyed that the Yin-Yang Sect has elected a Holy Son again? I don't think it needs to exist at all!" Ye Fan smiled and walked step by step from a distance.


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