Daohen is different from the Martial Dao Throne.
The martial arts throne cannot be restored because the throne itself is made of countless materials. Unless Ye Han finds the corresponding materials and treasures and recasts it, there is a chance to restore it.
But Dao Hen is the will derived and comprehended by martial arts.
Although many Dao marks were damaged due to the shattering of the realm, Ye Han only needed to gather his will and run his skills at this moment to be able to revive and reunite.
Dao Hen's recovery once again took three days.
On the sixth day after entering this dungeon, Ye Han's body was full of energy and blood, his energy was surging, and the sea of qi was recast. In the depths of the sea of qi, hundreds of traces were finally completed again.
At this moment, he returned to the fourth level of the heaven-human realm, the perfect state where I am the will of heaven.
"Who am I, Ye Han?"
"From adversity to transformation, step by step to reach the sky, through all kinds of twists and turns and hardships to reach today, what does it mean to fall from the Martial Emperor this time?"
Ye Han opened his eyes and stood up, with a strong will: "This small setback is nothing. It is said that after breaking and standing, you are invincible. When I fought against Elder Tianhuang, my will was even stronger. Under such circumstances, if I break through Emperor Wu again, I will only become stronger than before."
The so-called breaking down and then building up is just other people's words, mostly meant to comfort people.
But for Ye Han, this was not the case at all. Because he was immortal, the injuries he suffered this time were far less serious than imagined.
Others might have been depressed, and Ye Xinghe would have sunk to the bottom, but Ye Han had the confidence to recover.
With rays of light flashing across his eyes, Ye Han walked out of the cave cell and walked out step by step along the dark and silent passage.
"Who, who?"
Suddenly, in the silence, a voice came out.
In a cell not far away, the sound of violent shaking of iron chains suddenly came out.
Ye Han turned his eyes and saw a warrior in ragged clothes and long hair, shaking the cell door constantly, as if he was extremely urgent and wanted to escape.
This person's aura is extremely chaotic. Although there is still Yuan Power in his body, it can only support his own immortality and maintain the circulation of life. It is impossible to escape from this place.
Everything in the dungeon is more than a thousand times more dangerous than the sky prison, and every living creature in the dungeon, except for beings like Ye Han who were thrown in for months or a year and a half, was forged by the supreme divine iron. The chains bound and suppressed them, suppressing the explosion of their Yuan Power, and preventing them from using any martial arts or magical powers.
It really corresponds to that sentence. Even if you are a divine dragon traveling through the heavens and enter this dungeon of heaven, you will still have to wait for death and accept your fate.
"Boy, who are you and why are you wandering around in the dungeon?"
The man's eyes burst out with a captivating cold light, staring at Ye Han, and then spoke.
"Ninth-level Martial Emperor?"
Ye Han glanced at it, and with a sweep of his mind, he discovered the other party's realm.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Han faintly spit out three words.
"Boy, are you the son of a big shot in Tianfu? At least you are a saint-child-level being with extraordinary status. You were just thrown into this dungeon for a period of punishment, otherwise you wouldn't be able to walk freely."
The man spoke again, his voice probably a little raw because he hadn't spoken for many years.
"Who am I? It's none of your business?"
Ye Han showed a playful smile: "You want to go out?"
"Yes, boy, can you rescue me? If I get out of trouble, I will be rewarded..."
The man spoke hastily.
"Shut up!"
Ye Han glanced at him and said, "What's the fuss about? A dignified ninth-level Martial King, no brains, right? Do you think my level can save you and leave?"
As soon as he said this, the man became completely silent, and the arrogance he had just raised dropped again.
"Isn't it painful?"
Ye Han squinted his eyes.
"Boy, are you seeing my joke? You are just a warrior in the Heavenly Realm. You are like an ant. You are not even qualified to talk to me in the past."
The man spoke immediately.
Boom!
Ye Han didn't even think about it and simply punched out.
The light of the fist penetrated the cell door and hit the center of the man's chest in an instant, sending him flying out and hitting the wall of the cave cell behind him.
Phew...!
This blow directly caused the ninth-level martial emperor to vomit blood.
No matter how powerful or invincible the master is, he will decline after being suppressed in this dungeon for many years.
Besides, there are divine iron chains binding this person, so Ye Han is not afraid at all.
"Speak to me, otherwise I will kill you without paying any price."
Ye Han smiled.
"Kill me? You, a little person in the heaven-human realm, want to hunt me down, and you are simply ungrateful. Moreover, although you can move freely in this dungeon, you cannot absorb vitality or replenish your own strength. If you attack arbitrarily, You will be invaded by the energy of the underworld, and your body in the heavenly and human realm will not be able to resist it."
The ninth-level Martial Emperor, who was bound by chains, was sneering.
"Oh, is it so?"
Ye Han responded lightly.
Click!
Suddenly, a shining golden elixir appeared.
Ye Han casually bit it into pieces and chewed it as if eating a jelly bean.
After swallowing a few mouthfuls, Ye Han took out the second pill and started chewing it again.
"You... how could you have the Tianlong Pill? You waste it like this. Damn it. Damn it."
The ninth-level Martial Emperor's expression changed suddenly, and he looked coveted. He even looked at Ye Han's actions with some madness. He used the divine iron chain and pounced on him again, as if he wanted to snatch it.
But it was useless, blocked by the prison door and imprisoned by the divine iron, even if he had the ability to reach heaven and earth, he could not affect everything about Ye Han.
"Want it?"
Ye Han squinted his eyes.
"think!"
The man responded instinctively.
"A master-level magical power, a god-level martial skill, a god-level technique, or a semi-god-level weapon will all work. You can exchange it for two Tianlong Pills."
Ye Han said nonchalantly: "Oh, by the way, if there are various sacred ores, you can take them out for me to pass by. If I am satisfied, I can also benefit you and allow you to absorb vitality. Get replenished.”
If the guys who were suppressed in the sky prison saw this scene, they would definitely be happy, because the price of getting Ye Han's Tianlong Pill would be even greater.
In the Tianlao, a master-level magical power can be exchanged for five Tianlong Pills. If Ye Han is happy, he can even reward one more, but here it becomes two.
"Change, I'll change!"
In an instant, this person used the space communication ring and actually took out a secret book and a few broken stones.
This ninth-level Martial Emperor had been suppressed for who knows how many years. He wanted to refine his Yuan Power. He even wanted to go crazy, but he didn't bargain at all and simply agreed.
"Dominator-level magical power, Shifang Fist Technique?"
"These broken stones seem to be some kind of ore. They are of relatively good quality. There are four Tianlong Pills in total. Take them."
Ye Han put everything away and then sent four Tianlong Pills to this person.
Not paying attention to this person anymore, Ye Han continued walking forward.
He knew that this time he might really... make a fortune.
This dungeon is a desperate place in the eyes of others, and a blessed place that is difficult to find in the world in Ye Han's eyes.
Among the guys suppressed in the dungeon, the most rubbish ones are all ninth-level Martial Emperors. This is only the first level. The strong ones suppressed further down may all be the peerless overlords of the past.
It's not something that those in the prison can compare to.
