Ye Fan fell into deep thought.
What Liu Yiyi said makes sense.
After this period of getting along, his relationship with Liu Yingying has not only returned to the passionate love they had five years ago, but it has also recovered to a 60-70% degree. In fact, there is only a layer of window paper between them.
"Ye Fan, since you gave me a jade pendant, I decided to help you tomorrow!"
"what are you planning to do?"
Something bad suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's heart. Liu Yiyi probably wanted to do something wrong.
"Keep it secret!"
Liu Yiyi's eyes were bright: "I already have an idea in my mind. Watching my super invincible romantic offensive will definitely make my sister's heart beat like a deer, and she will regain the feeling of first love!"
Ye Fan looked suspicious.
Can Liu Yiyi really do it?
With a little curiosity, a little doubt, and a little uneasiness, time passed slowly.
On the day of Chinese Valentine's Day.
The entire Donghai City seemed to be shrouded in the sour smell of love.
Kindergarten is on holiday today, and Ye Fan takes his daughter Ye Zi to the beach to play.
Although she said she was playing, the little girl was actually building a sand castle with all her heart. However, the sand castle always collapsed, and her big watery eyes were suddenly filled with mist, and she was about to cry just looking at it.
Ye Zi said with tears in his eyes: "Dad, help me..."
Ye Fan instantly came up to him, and his precious daughter said that she must help build the sandcastle, and she must build it into the most dazzling one!
Ye Fan used spiritual energy.
Together with the leaves, a sandcastle one meter high and tens of meters long was piled up.
It can be seen from the shocked and envious looks of other children playing at the beach that they can't move away from their eyes. This sandcastle is particularly successful.
"Mom, I want this too!"
"Dad, help me quickly."
"..."
The other children were pestering their parents for sandcastles, and the parents' faces turned dark. How could they do this?
Ye Fan let his daughter play alone and sat cross-legged on the beach. Although he was wearing a Taoist robe, the sultry and hot weather did not affect Ye Fan at all, and there was even a wisp of breeze surrounding Ye Ye.
this.
This is the benefit of being a monk.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
Since Ye Fan came down from the mountain, although the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is thin, it feels like it is slowly recovering.
Just like Jiming Lake, it was absolutely impossible for dragon vein spirits to be born before. But now in the depths of the ocean, Ye Fan could vaguely sense the terrifying gathering of spiritual energy.
Sea.
I'm afraid there are dragon veins!
This is to be expected, after all, humans know too little about the ocean.
Even monks rarely enter the sea to practice. Most of them go to the sea to hunt for treasures. After all, there are many spiritual plants and heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the sea.
"Um?"
Ye Fan suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Looking at the sea tens of kilometers away, there was obviously nothing there, but it gave Ye Fan a feeling of palpitations.
Like...
What cause and effect is involved.
Considering the existence of Heavenly Dao, Ye Fan did not let go of the spiritual consciousness of the Golden Core Realm to investigate, but just took a look from a distance.
If Ye Fan comes closer, he can see a very large black turtle floating on the sea in this area.
There was an old man sitting cross-legged on top of the turtle shell.
The old man has gray hair, a rickety figure, and is so thin that he is almost skinny. His whole body exudes a strong aura of death, and his image is both human and terrifying.
he.
It’s Ji Ming!
The master of ninth-grade Grandmaster Du Jian and seventh-grade Grandmaster Wu Tianxiong.
At this moment, Ji Ming suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of horror in his eyes, as if he had been glanced at by some terrifying entity just now.
"Has it been discovered by the great supernatural monk?"
Ji Ming was frightened, but soon frowned and said to himself:
"Impossible. Since two thousand years ago, the three holy places of Kunlun Ruins, Penglai Shrine and Qingqiu Monster Mountain have been hidden in the world. Some casual cultivators have fallen or died due to the arrival of the Age of Ending Dharma. This world cannot tolerate Jindan cultivators at all. !”
"Although I am a warrior, I have already broken through to the third level and entered the Shenmen Realm. I am already considered a half-immortal cultivator, and my strength is comparable to that of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment! And with the protection of the innate Eight Trigrams tortoise shell, even the Golden Core Realm cannot Be aware of my presence.”
"Maybe it's an illusion."
Ji Ming has this confidence.
In the past hundred years, in order to find a way to capture the "Dragon Vein Spirit", he searched for blessed places at home and abroad, and once found a ruined Taoist temple on an unknown uninhabited island.
In the Taoist temple, there is the remains of a sitting monk and a badly damaged classic.
From the classics, Ji Ming learned about the existence of the monks, and also learned that a great disaster had occurred in this world two thousand years ago.
Unfortunately.
The contents of the catastrophe are kept secret in the classics, and they are only briefly mentioned, but they are full of longing for the three major holy places for cultivating immortals.
There.
It is the fairyland that all monks dream of in the Age of Ending Dharma, but unfortunately not all monks can set foot there.
In the end, as the spiritual energy dried up and the last spiritual stone was consumed, the Taoist temple master who had the early stage of the golden elixir died on an unknown island.
Before he died, he wrote a big word "hate" with all his heart and blood, and it still exists after thousands of years!
It also started from that day.
Ji Ming knew that martial arts was just a compromise that could not lead to immortality in the age of the end of law.
"A monk has the opportunity to live forever and ask questions about heaven and earth. How can I not be moved by this!"
An abnormal blush appeared on Ji Ming's skinny and pale face, and then he coughed violently. His already stooped waist became even more bent, almost prostrate on the black tortoise shell engraved with the innate eight trigrams.
"Wu Tianxiong is dead, which shows that the person who stole the Dragon Vein Spirit is at a high level. But he is probably still within the ninth level. Du Jian... why haven't you killed him yet?"
Ji Ming's face was slightly indifferent.
He had taken on many disciples, but almost all of them were turned into life-extending consumables using the evil spells he obtained from the dilapidated Taoist temples. Only Wu Tianxiong and Du Jian were left.
The former simply cannot be converted into much longevity, so it is simply kept for running errands.
Only Du Jian, the most advanced disciple, was most like Ji Ming in terms of temperament and selfishness, so much so that Ji Ming always regarded him as his successor and therefore spared his life.
"Du Jian, you definitely want to swallow the 'Dragon Vein Spirit' yourself in order to look forward to the future. But my good disciple, how can I not be on guard against you as a master? After all, you are the most like me..."
Ji Ming's smile gradually turned gloomy.
He clenched his fist suddenly, and Du Jian, who was far away in the Donghai City Martial Arts Association, spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face was pale and painful, and he huddled on the ground and kept wailing, his heart seemed to be squeezed hard.
It must be Master!
Du Jian felt strong unwillingness and resentment in his heart, but finally suppressed all emotions.
Because he knows.
As long as Master wants to use a little force, his heart will be crushed.
Du Jian didn't know when he was subjected to such treacherous means, but at the critical moment of life and death, he had no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy:
"Master, spare your life, I...I have clues to the dragon spirit and will get it back for you as soon as possible!"
The words just fell.
The invisible hand holding the heart dissipates.
Du Jian collapsed on the ground, with a gloomy expression on his face, and finally stood up bitterly. After all... he was still no match for the master.
Du Jian looked at the photos on the table. On them was a very beautiful woman, who was Liu Yingying.
