The cold moon, the quiet night, the undulating mountains and rivers, and the silence.
Under the moonlight at this night, a group of death gods walked on the earth. They were wrapped tightly in wide black clothes, even their heads were covered. They were silent and every one was filled with the aura of death.
The dark mist rose, and the cold air became thicker, drowning them, and they looked completely black from a distance.
Yang Yi chased him all the way down, with tears on his face. He had just recovered and had thrown away his shoes. Regardless of his appearance, he stepped on the cold and hard ground with his feet as white as jade and rushed into the god of death.
She wanted to catch Zhang Lin, ask him what was going on, and see clearly, but the figure was too erratic and she couldn't get close.
Today's Yuantian Master's strength is beyond imagination. After ten thousand years, his body is like an abyss, his evil energy is overwhelming, he is half demon and half human, and he has already become an incredible existence.
"Zhang Lin, it doesn't matter what happened, just stop." Yang Yi cried.
Ye Fan couldn't bear to see this kind of scene, and sighed: "Grandmaster, if you just leave and never look back, it may be the biggest regret in your life."
The mist covered the star field, and the sky and the earth were pitch black. Zhang Lin slowed down and stopped slowly, his whole body covered in wide black clothes.
Yang Yi stepped forward, looking at him quietly with tears in her eyes.
Zhang Lin slowly lifted off the black hood and the dark cloak, revealing his true face. His whole body was covered with long, bloody hair, which was more than half a foot long. Even his face was covered with dense hair, making it difficult to see his true face.
Yang Yi slowly stretched out a jade hand, touched the face, and said with tears in her eyes: "No matter what you become, you are still the Zhang Lin you used to be. No matter where you go, I will always follow you."
"Time is running out. I will disappear at dawn." Zhang Lin's voice was hoarse and he wanted to continue on his way.
"I'll go with you," Yang Yi said.
"No." Zhang Lin shook his head.
"Why, you only have one night to live, why don't you let me stay with you?" Yang Yi shed tears and looked at him blankly.
Ye Fan was also confused and looked forward.
"Unless you live forever, just leave!" Zhang Lin said hoarsely.
Yang Yi burst into tears, heartbroken.
Zhang Lin stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but soon froze in mid-air. It was a claw covered with red hair and sharp black nails.
Yang Yi grabbed his hand and put it on her face, distraught and crying sadly.
"I owe you too much..." After a long time, Zhang Lin finally uttered these words tremblingly, standing there with his head raised to the sky, not letting his tears fall.
A strong wind blew up and the mist filled the air.
They were on the road again. Among the black-clad Death Gods was a beauty in white. Zhang Lin also took off his black clothes and turned into a red-haired monster. The two walked side by side.
The mist rolled up into the sky, eerie and terrifying, blocking out the stars and the moon. They were like ghosts from hell, holding the sickle of death to harvest the life of the world.
With only one night to live, at dawn, they will turn into ashes and cease to exist forever.
There was no time to stop, they were running at full speed, and in the process, Zhang Lin kept taking action, imprisoning the dragon veins one after another.
This is a terrifying scene, one after another, huge dragons, hundreds or thousands of feet long, turned into a ray of divine light, and Master Yuan Tian easily caught it in his hand.
Raising your hand to hold the dragon's veins and grabbing Shenyuan Mine at will, what a terrifying scene is this?!
Along the way, countless large dragons were captured from all directions, and they were easily grasped in his palm like insects.
Ye Fan was shocked that the current fifth generation Yuantian Patriarch, immortal for ten thousand years, had indeed become an incredible existence, unrivaled.
He couldn't help but think of the third generation of Yuantian Master, who had something bad happen to him in his later years, turned into a monster, and was buried in the Dragon Cave in the Qinling Mountains. In the end, he needed Qing Emperor's killing thoughts.
"You see, our lineage can also achieve Taoism, but this road is relatively remote." Obviously, the fifth generation Patriarch Yuantian is giving guidance.
Finally, he pointed out a brand, turned it into a clear ray of light, and submerged it into Ye Fan's immortal platform, saying: "This is the technique I realized in my later years and what I have thought about recently. I will pass it on to you. I hope you will not have an unlucky old age.
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When he was at Zishan, Ye Fan listened to the Unbeginning Bell Wave, quietly watched the Dao Light from the Sky-Swallowing Demon Jar, and understood the great ways of heaven and earth. Zhang Lin did not teach him these things, but he only teaches them now.
Yang Yi walked side by side with Master Yuan Tian, watching him pick up the stars and the moon, imprison the dragon energy of the earth, and change the trend of the mountains and rivers. It seemed like he was back in the past, walking in the northern region, unstoppable.
They are about to attack the Valley of the Spirits, which is a gathering place for the ancient royal family. They will definitely encounter unimaginable enemies. Zhang Lin is preparing.
The Valley of the Spirits is located among thousands of mountains and valleys. It was originally barren of grass, but today it is covered with lush greenery within a radius of thousands of miles.
An ancestor Wang Wei is like a hill, unmoving, sitting cross-legged on an immortal altar, his eyes full of vicissitudes, the evolution of the universe, the opening of heaven and earth, which is extremely breathtaking.
In the distance, there are ancient palaces one after another. There are many ancient creatures, extremely prosperous, and all of them are extremely powerful.
They can't compare with the major clans that gave birth to the Ancient Emperor, but they are still a royal clan worthy of the name and have the power to dominate the world.
"King Ancestor, we have found out that the God of War of the Nanling Barbarians is their seventeenth generation ancestor. He is indeed extremely powerful and powerful, but he has transformed into a Taoist. As long as he steps out of the divine source, he will immediately become the law of the Tao and return to the nature of heaven and earth.
middle."
A ferocious ancient creature with four heads and eight arms was kneeling on the ground with a pious and respectful look on its face.
"Killing such Nanling barbarians won't waste too much energy. It can be easily accomplished by annihilating them all in one battle and staining the southern soil with blood." Another ancient creature said. He had a very high status and was sitting cross-legged under the altar.
"Purple Mountain is probably like what the Heavenly Prince said. There is no human race emperor coming back. There is no royal energy leaking out at all. It has been very peaceful for half a month." Another ancient creature spoke.
"Then what are you waiting for? Kill, wash the Nanling with blood, kill all the barbarians, seize the human holy body, and let him kneel outside the valley to wait for death." Someone said solemnly.
"Yes, it would be too cheap to let the human holy body kneel and die outside the valley and cut off the head directly." Farther away, there were some ancient creatures who were not qualified to kneel and sit, and they all agreed solemnly.
On the altar, the ancestor king glanced at him and saw that tens of millions of years had passed, leaving everyone in silence and no longer daring to speak.
"Kill, of course we have to kill, we will make the earth flow into rivers of blood, all plots and tricks will be useless, but we have to wait and make sure everything is safe before taking action."
The descendants of the ancestral king spoke, but they were probably the only ones who dared to speak at this time.
"Just watch and do it. If you want to kill them all, kill them all!" The ancestor king said solemnly, dozens of pairs of wings spread out behind him, and the demonic energy rushed up and submerged the altar. He said no more.
On this quiet and cold moonlit night, a group of gods of death descended. The mist moved, silently, but with a chilling air.
They stopped when they were still far away from the Valley of the Spirits. Ye Fan and Zhang Lin walked out, asking them to wait and not to act rashly.
The magical mountains are like pillars supporting the sky, towering tall. In the central mountain range, a spiritual light reaches the sky, which is particularly bright in the night. That is the Valley of the Spirits.
"This is really a good place." Ye Fan sighed. This place is surrounded by dragons, with divine veins one after another, and there must be divine source mines underground.
"Ten thousand years ago, I set foot in this place and found that there was an ancient king sleeping underground, but he did not move rashly." Zhang Lin said.
The two of them stepped forward side by side and injected the dragon veins and source energy captured on the road into the mountains and into the special peaks.
Master Yuan Tian's technique is so miraculous, extremely strange, and extremely mysterious. Thousands of little dragons fly out from the palm of his hand when he raises his hand, and they magnify endlessly as they approach the surface.
Ye Fan knew that the Valley of the Spirits was over. Not to mention other things, this terrible source technique alone was enough to burn everything.
The endless divine source underground, coupled with the imprisoned dragon veins, arranged according to the taboo array of source heaven, will destroy the heaven and earth, and be enough to calcine the ancient saints!
"Today the Valley of the Spirits will be removed from the list. Our lineage of Heavenly Masters will suppress the Northern Territory and restore peace to the human race!" Zhang Lin's voice was sonorous and powerful.
After this battle, the shock to the Taikoo Clan can be expected. Once the Valley of the Spirits, Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, Shencanling Ridge, Blood Phoenix Mountain and other places are wiped out, there will be great shocks.
A great storm sweeping the world will begin.
Who is Master Yuan Tian? His miraculous skills are astounding to the world, unparalleled in an era!
Especially today's Zhang Lin, half human and half demon for ten thousand years, is even more unimaginable. Not to mention the source of magic, just in terms of strength, he has surpassed the wonders of heaven and earth.
At this time, he and Ye Fan took action together, naturally and silently, carving out the dense and dense taboo array of Yuantian. Except for the ancestor king of the Valley of the Spirits who finally had a sense, other ancient creatures did not know at all.
"snort!"
A cold snort came, and the two ancestor kings in the Valley of the Spirits woke up one after another. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, turning into four terrifying beams of light and penetrating them.
"Qiang"
Master Yuantian snapped his fingers and turned all four beams of light into nothingness.
"You can take action now." Ye Fan said in a deep voice.
"boom!"
The brilliance of this mountain range is dazzling, and endless divine light rises through the sky, burning like an eternal divine furnace.
The divine light submerged this place, turning it into a terrifying Jedi. The forbidden ancient formations of Yuantian were all activated, and various patterns were intertwined and densely covered, attacking from all directions.
"kill!"
Ye Fan roared, and a war gun flew out of the holy shell and was held in his hand. In addition, there was a simple and heavy incomplete bell hanging above his head.
As he waved his sword, one black-clad god of death appeared one after another from all directions, completely surrounding the Valley of the Spirits.
"Ouch..." Master Yuan Tian seemed to be possessed by a demon. His red hair spread all over his body, making him look extremely frightening and he started to kill towards the Valley of the Spirits.
It was as bright as day in the Divine Valley, and Ye Fan and Zhang Lin set up the Yuantian Ancient Formation to catch them all in one fell swoop and burn them all alive into ashes.
However, the ancestor king obviously cannot be killed like this. They are too powerful and may break through.
With a terrifying roar, the sky almost collapsed, and an ancestor king rushed out and faced Zhang Lin.
From Master Yuan Tian's palm, hundreds of earth dragon veins flew out. At first they were like tiny rays of light, but after they bloomed, they crushed the heaven and earth.
"boom!"
This was the Taboo Source Tiandao pattern carved into it. It flew out at this moment and exploded. Its power was many times more powerful than the one carved by Ouyang Ye back then.
"ah……"
The ancestor king yelled, and although the big claw stretched forward turned into a small world in the palm of his hand, with the world opening up and mountains and rivers flowing, it still exploded after all.
At the same time, Zhang Lin roared, turned into a Taoist demon, rushed past, and grabbed one of King Zu's arms with a pop.
"Who are you?" The ancestor king couldn't believe that he suffered a huge loss as soon as they fought.
"Emperor Wushi, sit down Zhang Lin!" Master Yuan Tian took action again.
"Human Saint Ye Fan!" Ye Fan also yelled. He was in the holy shell and was fearless. He punched forward and killed him with golden blood.
In the Valley of the Spirits, shouting to kill Zhentian, the god of death is coming.
In the distance, on a cliff, a woman in white was playing a jade flute, which was sad and beautiful, and extremely sad.
The first chapter is here. Chen Dong will work hard to rise up today. Brothers and sisters, please submit your ***. There will be two chapters tonight. If everyone works hard, we will continue to rise up tomorrow.