Are the human saints crazy? Everyone is in a daze, cursing the ancient royal family and calling the Valley of the Spirits scum. How brave do you have to be to say this?
The unscrupulous challenge to the ancient royal family made many human race leaders tremble with fear, fearing that the Valley of the Spirits would take this out on everyone.
When Wang Teng learned all this, he was a little stunned. No matter how arrogant he was in the past, he would not dare to do this. What Ye Fan did made him speechless.
On the cliff, Hua Yunfei stood silently for a long time, still speechless. He asked himself whether he was proud of the world, but he still did not have the courage to go crazy against the ancient king.
A divine waterfall falls from the sky like a hanging Tianhe, a vast expanse of white, shrouded in water mist, and steaming haze. The Holy Son of Yaoguang thought silently for a long time and looked into the sky.
In the Divine City of the Northern Territory, a slovenly Taoist with disheveled hair and ancient robes held a wine jar and smelled of alcohol. He said: "Well done, the Valley of the Gods is a scumbag!"
The people around were frightened. Taoist Shencan dared to say this, but they didn't dare to listen here, so they all dispersed.
In the Northern Territory, Blood Phoenix Mountain is indestructible and towers into the clouds.
Its entire body is red, as if it has been stained by phoenix blood. It has been a secret place that cannot be set foot in since ancient times. Even ancient creatures are in awe of it.
At this time, there were two people sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. One of them was like a rock, as if he had existed forever. He had never moved a step. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said: "I only exist for the Tao, and don't care about anything else."
On the other side, there was a young man whose whole body was shrouded in five-color divine light. He was so handsome that all the women in the world would be jealous. Hearing this, he stood up and left without saying anything.
It wasn't until he was about to leave the top of the mountain that he spoke and said: "Huangxu Dao, then you can continue to retreat. It won't be too long. I, the Immortal Third Dao Queen, will kill the Holy Prince myself."
In the distance, an old servant was waiting. He was hunched over and said, "If people of the same rank are competing for supremacy, if the Emperor is not the first, who dares to be the best?"
An old servant at Blood Phoenix Mountain said: "The one who attains enlightenment does not rely on the power of blood."
"Go and kill the holy body of the human race. He talks too much." The Emperor, who was shrouded in five-color divine light, said to the old servant who was following him when he was going down the mountain.
Outside the ancient mine at the beginning of Taichu, Huo Qizi came again. He merged with the heaven and earth, and his body collapsed into the void. He could not see his body clearly, but felt like an immortal monument.
"If I want to prove my truth, should I start by killing the holy body of the human race, or start purging other people in the clan who have the blood of the ancient emperor..."
Even the ancient tribes are extremely complicated, and what Ye Fan has to face is more difficult than he imagined.
Ever since Ye Fan cursed the Valley of the Gods as scum and spread the news that the old lunatic had killed the ancestor king outside the territory, all the tribes were shocked and wanted to find him and find out what happened.
What the world doesn't know is that when the world is uneasy and a catastrophe is about to happen, Ye Fan enters the Eastern Wasteland.
If anyone knew about it, they would definitely call him a lunatic who didn't know whether to live or die. This was the residence of the ancient royal family, so he was simply throwing himself into a trap.
He was going to do something big, and he didn't let anyone else go with him. Li Heishui, Dongfangman and the God King brother and sister went to Ji's house and waited for good news.
What Ye Fan was about to do was a narrow escape. He didn't want people to know about it, let alone let them take the risk. He alone was enough.
At the first stop, he came to the Holy Cliff. Standing outside this dark mountain, he stood in silence for a long time, wanting to go in but never being able to take a step forward.
The black mountains are towering and overwhelming. They are the kings of the mountains and the emperors of the mountains. They have an imposing aura.
In the deepest part of the mountain, there is a blood-stained stone cliff. The body of the Great Saint is lying here. There are too many evil spirits and weirdness.
"It's a pity. Even if I narrowly escape death, I will probably be killed by a corpse when I come there again." Ye Fan thought of the green hair on the Dacheng Holy Body. That horrific sight was unforgettable in his life. He felt it was too weird.
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Finally, he left.
The Northern Territory is vast and vast, with each piece of red land covering hundreds of thousands of miles, with only a few oases dotting it.
After an absence of more than ten years, Ye Fan once again set foot on this land lacking in life. He had mixed feelings. He was able to break the curse. Today's achievements all started here.
He did not waste any time and rushed straight to an oasis full of water, lakes and rivers, and arrived at the hermitage of the Green Dragon King.
This is a small world, with a radius of hundreds of miles. It is not very vast. It was left by the ancient saints and is isolated from heaven and earth.
In the past, Ye Fan came here to break into the Immortal Palace and rescued Pang Bo.
Now, he came in secret, disguised as an ancient demon, not wanting to leak the news, and entered the important place after showing his great strength.
However, what Ye Fan didn't expect was that King Qingjiao had passed away two years ago and was buried in a swamp.
"Time is really ruthless. It is sad to build roads and seek immortality, but in the end you will inevitably die."
Ye Fan sighed softly, and stood in front of the pond over there, lost in thought and in a daze. How powerful the Green Dragon King was back then, and he dared to hunt down the owner of the Holy Land with the Peacock King.
In the end, no matter how great a hero you are, you are no different from ordinary people. You can only die and disappear, becoming a wisp of smoke and dust and no longer exist.
"The dragon died in the sea, and I buried him in my favorite swamp." A familiar voice came from behind.
Ye Fan paid homage, saluted Shuize, recited the Taoist Savior Sutra for a while, carved a peaceful pattern, and then stood up.
"I've met Senior Chilong." Ye Fan returned to his true form.
On the bank of the water, there was a very thin old Taoist priest, wearing an ancient Taoist robe. He was full of energy and vitality, and he was many times stronger than before.
It was the old Taoist Chi Long who succeeded in the Immortal Three Cuts, passed that test, and is now a king who can look down upon the world.
"What a terrifying young man. After more than ten years apart, you have gained such strength." Chilong Taoist sighed.
Ye Fan was truly grateful to him. Chilong Lao Dao helped him several times back then, and he did not hesitate to fight against the leaders of the Holy Lands. He will not forget it.
After so many years of separation, so many things had happened. Both of them were very touched. When they talked about some old friends, they couldn't help but sigh. There were not many old friends of Chilong Lao Dao left, and they had all passed away.
"How is the Peacock King?" Ye Fan asked.
"Back then, I had eight sworn brothers, but now he and I are the only ones left." Chilong Taoist sighed, the years have wiped out so much, leaving a lot of desolation.
What makes Ye Fan feel at ease is that the Peacock King is fine. He has successfully cut down the path initially and is consolidating in retreat. He will shine with supreme grace in the future.
"Based on his qualifications, he should have killed the Taoist a long time ago, but the world does not allow it." Chilong Taoist said this.
Ye Fan is well aware of the terrifying power of the Peacock King. There are so many powerful people in the Eastern Wasteland, but he is the only one who can give headaches to all the holy places, not only because he stands at the top, but also because he is stunningly talented and stands tall in the Seven Forbidden Areas.
People like the Maurya King and Red Dragon Master, if the world had not changed, they would have already passed the level of the Three Immortals.
Why saints don’t appear and why kings are so rare? It’s all because in the post-desolate ancient era, the rules of heaven and earth have changed, making it difficult for people to attain enlightenment.
Under such a general background, every existence that can cut off the Tao or become a saint is caused by various complex reasons. Otherwise, it would be difficult to break through and cannot be copied.
If it were not for the limitations of heaven and earth, there would be far more powerful monks than there are now!
Chilong Taoist felt that now the world is moving again, and all the rules have begun to repeat themselves. Therefore, in the past few years, he successfully passed the test in one fell swoop, and now the Peacock King has also taken that step.
Why did all the ancient tribes choose to be born at this time? According to the speculation of the old Taoist Chi Long, after the world changes again this time, it will continue to last for endless years and will not be repeated. After the ancient tribes were born, they can practice without fear.
There will definitely be many super scary and powerful beings in the future!
If the Holy Body of the human race does not kneel down to beg for death, it will start with the annihilation of the Ye clan. On this day, such a ruthless voice came from the Valley of the Spirits.
The world is shocked, many people are trembling, and I don’t know how many people are living in fear. The ancient royal family has put too much pressure on the world.
Even many immortal sects are facing great enemies. Many people's hair turned gray overnight. This is simply suffocating pressure.
If an ancient ancestor king were born, who in the world could be his enemy?
At this time, Ye Fan was talking with Taoist Chilong and couldn't help but change his color after hearing the news.
"What are you going to do?" Old Chilong asked.
"I want to see the descendants of Qing Emperor Yan Ruyu." Ye Fan said.
"She left the Eastern Wasteland for many years and is now in the Western Desert."
Ye Fan was extremely disappointed when he heard such words, but he had nothing to do.
"If you really want to see her, I can personally find her."
"Then we must trouble senior." Ye Fan said.
Then, Ye Fan asked Chilong Taoist for a corpse, which was an important purpose of this trip.
"You want the holy corpse?"
Ye Fan nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, I can live in his holy shell. He will be of great use to me. Whether I can succeed this time is a key."
There is a shriveled flesh body in the treasury of King Qingjiao, which has been incarnate for who knows how many thousands of years. He is a holy body, but it is not fully completed.
However, he specialized in a single secret realm and became a saint. His body was so strong that it surpassed the imagination of the world, making him a supreme god.
Not to mention the saints who were cultivated from human holy bodies, even the bones of other saints are peerless divine objects and can be refined into any treasure weapon.
Who would normally lend such rare artifacts to foreigners? If Ye Fan had not spoken solemnly, Chilong Taoist would never ask Qingyi, the descendant of King Qingjiao, to open the treasure house.
"Brother Qingyi, there will be generous rewards in the future!" This was Ye Fan's promise. Not to mention anything else, when the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King attacked him here, this man also stopped him.
A cold corpse sat quietly in front of him. The flesh and blood had long since dried up and the skin was covered with bones. However, it was awe-inspiring and made people want to kneel down and worship.
In the treasure house, the divine flowers are shining and the treasures are endless, but compared with this corpse, they are like sand and earth, and cannot be compared with each other.
Ye Fanzhen put it into the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things and expressed his gratitude again.
"Do you need anything else?" Chilong Taoist asked.
"I also want a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon." Ye Fan said, the place he was going to was so terrifying that even a leader-level figure couldn't stay there.
"This is too difficult..." Chilong shook his head.
Now, no one can act rashly on the Ji Dao Emperor soldiers left behind by the Qing Emperor. No one dares to lend them out when all the ancient tribes are about to be born. This is related to the fate of the entire Eastern Wasteland monster clan.
Ye Fan also knows that in today's context, no one will use the Ji Dao Emperor's weapons. Even in the past, this kind of godless Emperor's weapon could not be borrowed.
In the end, Ye Fan is on the road and will begin a journey of nine deaths. He has taken the first step to shock the ancient royal family!