Ye Fan, who was adjusting his breath, flashed his eyes and learned the information about the opening of the Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple from Pang Bo.
The Yuhua Divine Dynasty was the supreme divine dynasty that once ruled Zhongzhou. Its ancestral temple contained countless mysteries and attracted everyone's attention.
Ye Fan was no exception. He looked at the more than thirty wheels of life in the sea of suffering, and his eyes darkened.
"I can withstand time, but my father and mother can't... When will I be able to return to my hometown..."
The blood-colored earth, with mountains of corpses and bones, and the setting sun shone brightly. A piece of red-gold frost shone out, and fell on the wanderer who left his hometown, making him appear extremely far away, like a red-gold statue.
"Little Heizi, stop being sentimental!"
A black-furred paw was spread out. The big black dog grinned and stood upright on its hind legs. It came close to Ye Fan, like a big bad wolf, and said seductively: "The Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple has appeared. It is said that there were too many things on display inside it." There are divine treasures, methods of enlightenment, and various sacred objects, each of which is of immeasurable value and needs to be presented as a sacred artifact.
"There are numerous wall carvings on the various insights of ancient practitioners, which are the crystallization of the Taoism of saints and sages of all ages. How could this feast be without me!
"Some ancient forces even released news that there is a broken green bronze tripod stored in the Yuhua Temple. I calculated with my fingers that the broken tripod must be destined for me.
Seeing the Heihuang's face full of blood, Ye Fan felt inexplicably relieved, and the previous frustration turned over.
He stared at the great sun in the distance and said: "There are many holy masters there, and there are even monks who have transcended the five realms..."
"Your holy body and my formation attainments are enough to gallop in this area!" The Black Emperor's eyes were fiery, and he had already taken out his sword to cross the formation, preparing to go to Zhongzhou.
"We can defeat the half-step almighty, surround and kill the almighty, and even escape with our lives from the hands of the Holy Lord, but facing the Taoist Killer, there is only one way to die."
Speaking of this, Ye Fan fell silent.
He stood up and faced the afterglow of dusk, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be endless abyss hidden in them.
He was surrounded and killed by the Ji family some time ago.
After coming out of the Immortal Pond, a living fossil of more than 3,000 years old from the Ji family took action and wanted to seize his source of the mother energy of all things.
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Although the supreme elder of the Ji family did not break through the chasm, his strength was terrifying and he could not injure him even with all his methods.
In the end, he escaped with the help of Dragon Vein Riot.
This incident gave him a deeper understanding of the Dao-Zhan King. In the eyes of such giants, they, the younger generation, were nothing, they were no different than ants.
The Black Emperor was speechless. It rolled its eyes and said tentatively: "Back then, the forces of the Yuhua Dynasty were all over the starry sky. There should be star field coordinates and five-color altars there. Maybe they could go to other stars." The channel of the domain..."
After the words fell, Ye Fan's eyes trembled, grabbed the big black dog, and said: "Really? Did the Yuhua Dynasty ever have a great emperor? Even the Guhua Dynasty did not have a five-color altar."
After being chased several times, he still came from Ji Ziyue's family, which made him feel very tired, and he missed his parents even more intensely.
The two old men are still waiting for him on Earth, but he is living a hard life in Beidou.
With the emergence of the ancient royal family, more and more people are coveting the Xuanhuang Source Root. Behind those people are the ancient ancestor kings, and even the Peacock King is powerless.
After all, the legendary Emperor Qinglian also comes from an ancient tribe...
Being restrained by the Holy Body's hands, the Black Emperor wanted to scream and felt a sense of oppression.
It bared its teeth and bit back, but a golden palm smacked it down, making it dizzy.
"Damn it, Ye Hei, you branded the word "Emperor" on your hands, you are not human..."
The big black dog was angry and bit into Ye Fan's thigh crazily.
The latter quickly dodged and apologized: "It was an accident. It was purely a conditioned reflex. I was bitten by you too many times. I can only blame you!"
In an instant, there was golden light and black hair, and the sound of Jin Ge was loud.
These two guys are not good people. One is evil and kind, the other is greedy and shameless. They are born in the wrong way. They pinch each other when they come together. This is fate.
"Wow, I want to help you with good intentions, but you are plotting against me. I will bite you to death. I originally wanted to take you to Zishan. If everything goes well, you should be able to enter the Yuhua Ancestral Temple. Now it seems that there is no need... ..”
The Black Emperor jumped up to his height, stared at Ye Fan and bit him, and rushed over with his mouth wide open.
Limited by the opponent's bait, Ye Fan could only swallow his helplessness, feed the dog with his body, and swallow all the humiliation.
After a moment of confusion, there were more than ten tooth marks on his thigh, which was extremely desolate. There were even golden holy blood oozing out from some places, which was licked clean by the big black dog unceremoniously.
The black emperor, who was satisfied inside, was arrogant, his big tail was wagging happily, and he was squinting at the defeated enemy.
"Follow up!"
Its two hind legs swung rapidly, using its animal body to perform the "Xing Zi Jue", its body was as fast as lightning, and it flew towards Zishan.
Ye Fan sprayed a puff of purple fire towards the back, burning everything, and followed.
When they came to Zishan again, with the Black Emperor leading the way, the two of them soon arrived at the Wushi Stone Palace.
As soon as the Black Emperor stepped into the ancient palace, a silver thread swayed, looming in the dim light, exuding a fierce killing intent, which almost scared the big black dog to death.
The pressure comparable to that of a saint king overwhelmed the sky and permeated the earth's veins, like thousands of ancient magic mountains falling, making people feel heartbroken.
The Black King screamed and was almost thrown out. He almost fell to the ground. The current situation was very embarrassing.
Its face turned black and it wailed: "Old Zhong, why are you setting up a killing array here and not telling me..."
Ye Fan's body cracked on the side, unable to withstand the fierce pressure, and was forced to use the bronze sword.
The ancient sword was surrounded by dim light, simple and natural. As soon as it appeared, it was tit for tat with the silver thread, and the entire space froze.
Along with the veins on the stone wall, purple-gold brilliance spurted out, turning into clusters of orderly fireworks, exuding brilliant light.
In an instant, thirty-six Dao pictures rotated, and space Dao patterns and time traces emerged one after another, turning into countless light rains, turning this place into a desperate place.
The formation clouds were solemn, murderous intent surged into the sky, and a sword light emerged, transforming into a purple light god, exuding a terrifying aura, confronting the bronze sword...
In the Immortal Transformation Pond, Shi Ming, who was refining his soul, opened and closed his eyes, and burst out with wisps of sword light, cutting through the surrounding fog and clearing away the corpses.
"Immortal sword!"
In the Wushi Stone Hall, Black Emperor and Ye Fan both retreated at this time. They were not affected by the formation pattern and could only watch the bronze sword and the purple light god confront each other.
"Didn't you say that you are the guardian beast here? You almost killed me!"
"How come you can't even control your own copper sword? It's this sword that inspired the Stone Palace's protection!"
The two looked at each other, questioning each other, and then there was silence again.
Suddenly, the Purple Light Divine Man became more agile, and his figure became clearer. Thirty-six Dao pictures overlapped and condensed, outlining a body with runes.
After receiving the power of Shi Ming's soul, the purple light clone's eyes closed, and a cloud of chaotic energy emerged, just like an ancient sage.
"Is this an elder of your sect?"
Ye Fan's spiritual voice was transmitted, and his inner worry continued. The other party was definitely an existence at the level of an ancient sage, and it was extremely terrifying.
But his copper sword is stronger and is an immortal weapon. If it hurts the other party, the misunderstanding will be huge.
The big black dog swallowed his throat and felt a little weak, but he didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be calm and nodded easily.
It has actually guessed some.
"Black Emperor, this place has been designated as a desert by me. I should pass on the entry and exit runes to you..."
Recalling a vague voice, Shi Ming's eyes moved slightly, looking at the big black dog with a half-smile.
The Black Emperor was a little confused, and after thinking for a while he finally understood, and said nonchalantly: "That jade slip was left in the turbulent flow of space."
"Yes, it was the time when I crossed Zhongzhou and ended up in the Western Desert by mistake!"
Ye Fan stroked his face and was speechless. He felt that this dog was really unreliable.
Looking at the familiar duo, Shi Ming smiled and said nothing more.
With a few clicks of his fingers, he cut off two pieces of purple stone, and then used his soul power to practice for a while.
Stone chips scattered, and two stone tokens fell into the hands of the two men.
After doing this, Shi Ming saw through the Black Emperor's thoughts and said with a smile: "You have something to ask me for, for Ye Fan's journey to the Star Realm!"
After he received the Wushi inheritance, he left a promise to the Black Emperor during the banquet that he would try his best to do something for it.
I didn't expect that the familiar Black Emperor would be used here...
The Black Emperor felt a little pain in his body, but he still nodded and said seriously: "His parents are mortals and their lifespan is short."
Ye Fan on the side bowed and said: "Ye Fan bows his head, I am willing to give everything and can only return to my hometown!"
As he spoke, pieces of high-grade divine materials appeared.
Exuding a fragrant aroma, the exquisite crabapple dragon marrow, colorful pine nuts flowing with five-color glow, and the radiant purple marrow sacred jade...
All kinds of materials that would tempt the Holy Lord are placed in the stone hall.
But these are not enough to impress the saint!
Finally, Ye Fan took out a piece of black metal from the palm of his hand. As soon as it appeared, a dragon roar roared to the sky and the earth, and a deep black light shot out, which could not be concealed at all.
The black gold dragon pattern is gorgeous and shiny, and the dragon pattern on the avenue flows like stars, shining with magnificent light.
"A root of the Mother Qi of all things, thousands of black and yellow Qi, purple gold with divine traces, holy fruit, divine spring, "The Immortal Sutra of Feathering"..."
Shi Ming thought about the benefits he had gained from Ye Fan, and his heart became more and more peaceful and peaceful. He had an aura of being out of the world, and was not tempted by the dragon-patterned black gold in front of him.
He waved a purple light, helped Ye Fan up, and then walked down, revealing his true appearance.
Of course, Mark still didn’t recognize him. His appearance changed greatly.
Shi Ming's incarnation of the innate holy body of the Tao Fetus focuses on the Tao Fetus, and its appearance is very close to that of Zixia.
At this time, he was wearing a purple gold Taoist robe, as rich as jade, with a gentle smile, which was both handsome and sacred, exuding a soft Taoist charm.
"Would you like to hear a few words?" The man in purple said with a gentle tone and deep eyes, and smiled.
He waved his sleeves, and a stone table appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them.
"If you can hear the voice of the saint, I will be lucky for the rest of my life!" Ye Fan was too shy to sit down and complimented the saint.
Seeing Ye Fan's dog-legged look, the big black dog curled his lips, feeling very cheated.
"How could I, the wise emperor Shenwu I, accept such a favor?"
The Black Emperor sighed, pretending to be unkind to others, and sighed three times step by step, watching Ye Fan's blood surge, and wanted to fight with the opponent.
If this black dog doesn't fight for a day, it will dare to bite its owner!
"You're still the same!"
Shi Ming smiled, pointed his finger, and a layer of purple smoke flowed on the tabletop, like a flash of youth, with countless purple lines floating, outlining three cups.
The tea cup is mottled and simple, unremarkable, as if it is made of earthly purple clay.
The next moment, a stream of life essence rose up with white mist, and there was a little turbid spring in the cup. It was turbid and chaotic, hazy, as if it did not exist in this life.
"please!"
Shi Ming signaled with a very gentle attitude, and at the same time pushed back the piece of dragon-patterned black gold.
According to the law of cause and effect, if there is gain today, there will be loss tomorrow!
He didn't want to owe Ye Fan more karma, and he didn't care about this little fairy gold.
Ye Fan hesitated a little, and saw the Black Emperor drinking it all in one gulp, and then a fragrant breath escaped from his body, and red blood emerged from the top of his head, turning into a real phoenix, flapping its wings in the void, bright red and translucent, emitting fragrance, making People are intoxicated.
With expectation, the young man also drank the turbid tea.
In an instant, Ye Fan's sea of consciousness trembled, as if there were billions of swords ringing in his ears, with a clanging sound, trying to split the sky, destroy the avenue, change the world, and annihilate everything.
The crystal clear divine blood filled the vast sky, with countless Dao lines and billions of rays of light. Countless monks roared, each of them a holy figure crossing the starry sky.
The divine sun rises, the azure light rotates, the universe collapses, and all living beings bleed. This is a terrifying divine battle!
Then a black hole swallowed everything, and blood rained into the sky. It was a desolate scene, and some bones were buried...
After an unknown amount of time, a majestic figure with white beard and hair appeared. He looked up to the sky and roared, exuding sadness, and walked away into the starry sky.
"All gone, you all left me..."
The old man smiled sadly, facing the sky. His old face was full of suffering and pain. This figure seemed to be eternal, full of bloody afterglow.
"No!"
Ye Fan woke up with a start, his face was a little pale, his mind was trembling, and he was silent in that sad look.
Those scenes made him feel like he was mourning, as if he had lost someone important.
"This is my future? In such a future, what's the use of destined Holy Body completion!"
Ye Fan's eyes were full of tears, his heart was so sad, and he couldn't accept it all.
The fragrance of tea was long, carrying wisps of fairy mist, and the Dream Dao patterns peeled off and dissipated in the void, turning into fly ash.
"What did you dream about?"
Shi Ming stroked the tea cup and said softly.
"The heavens were destroyed, a divine war broke out, countless monks died, and only a mournful old man was left..." Ye Fan's expression blurred, and he was immersed in sadness, unable to extricate himself.
Hearing this, Shi Ming raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and then shook his head secretly, roughly guessing the other person's dream.
He is the only one left, this sentence cannot be true!
Not to mention anything else, the one in the Ancient Forbidden Land has lived longer than anyone else, and Duan De bears the karma of the Huangtian Emperor and cannot fall.
"That dream after that?" Shi Ming's thoughts moved slightly, his sleeves and robe shook, dispelling everything, and then he looked at Ye Fan with a burning gaze: "I need a promise from you!"
There were tears in Ye Fan's eyes, but he still leaned over and saluted, saying: "As long as I can return to my hometown, I am willing to give everything!"
Shi Ming chuckled and said, "I would like to borrow the fairy sword, can I use it?"
"this......"
For a moment, Ye Fan was shocked, a little unbelievable, and said intermittently: "Taoist Master...it's...it's you!"
