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"Stay true to your heart, it turns out... that's what it means..."
Ye Fan muttered to himself, couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Yulong and the others didn't know what Ye Fan was laughing at. They were worried about Ye Fan's misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained: "Master Ye Fan, we didn't intend to hide it.
It's just that Dajiao Village is very off-site, and it's a small village. There is such a horn, and most people, including me, don't know it. "
Zi Ling said: "My father once said that this horn was given to our ancestors by a big man after the Battle of Sambar.
At that time the ancestor was still a child, and both parents died in the war.
The ancestor was very weak, and after the big man gave him this horn, he would not be bullied by other children.
This horn has also become our Si's inheritance token, and it has been preserved by our family to this day.
But this is already happening ten thousand years ago, and we don't know whether that big man is the real deity of Chi You."
Ye Fan nodded, reached out to take the box, and gently brushed the dark golden corner.
The magic horn of the Great Emperor Chiyou was actually not hidden in such a mysterious and profound place, but it seemed to be randomly given to an orphan of the Jiuli ethnic group who appeared after the war.
At first glance, it looks ridiculous.
But after thinking about it carefully, Ye Fan understood it well.
Because, only if Chi You treats these Jiuli people sincerely, will there be so many ancient clans and powerful people such as Kuafu clan and Xingtian who are willing to follow him with such life and death.
From the beginning, Chi Youjiao was not in the golden tomb.
Xingtian should have known it a long time ago, and Kuatian may have known it too.
This may be a game set by Chi You, unintentionally or intentionally.
If he enters Xiaotiandi, does not want to save these Jiuli people, and does not allow women to gather all remote villages together, he will not know that Si has this horn.
If in the golden tomb, I choose to ignore these Jiuli people and forcibly break into the tomb, then Chi Youjiao will follow the dead Jiuli people and be buried in the chaos void together.
Deep down in Chi You's heart, he still hopes that the person who takes his horn can cherish the lives of the Jiuli people.
It's strange to say that Chi You, in history, is indeed true, killing many people, and seems to have had a very brutal experience.
Ye Fan also learned about these things from some tomb murals, and Chi You didn't deliberately avoid it.
However, it is such a cruel person who actually cherishes every weak life so much.
Although Ye Fan could think of some possibilities, for example, he was just young and vigorous, or something went wrong in his cultivation, or he changed his evil and returned to righteousness later, but Ye Fan couldn't say the real reason.
The only thing that can be determined is that, now, it seems that Ji Xuanyuan and Chi You are not as simple as people have said.
They hide a lot, only they know, the secrets behind the world.
"These ancient old guys really don't have a fuel-efficient lamp..." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled with emotion.
Hearing that there was a Chiyou corner, Gong Ao hurriedly squeezed the crowd and rushed over.
"Oh, it's almost exactly what the old man imagined! Let the old man take a look!"
Ye Fan opened the guy's hand directly, "I haven't looked at it carefully yet, why are you in a hurry, wait until you go to a safe place, and then take a look."
With that said, regardless of the eagerness of the monkeys, Ye Fan asked everyone to quickly stand in the team in batches.
The monks who can fly long distances should take as many young children as possible and walk with them in their arms.
For the others, Ye Fan directly manipulated tens of thousands of flying swords to form a suspended platform, allowing them to stand on it.
Compared to using goodness as water, Yujian is much easier and faster.
"Master Ye Fan, where are we going? Isn't it the realm of the Shenlong clan?" Yu Long asked nervously.
Ye Fan smiled, "I asked someone to find a place with a good environment for the Shark Tribe.
You are both from the Jiuli ethnic group. I will take you there together so that you can take care of each other."
Ye Fan just wanted to see what happened to the place where the sharks settled.
The Jiuli people suddenly felt relaxed when they heard that they belonged to their own people.
Tens of thousands of flying swords took more than 20,000 people into the air and flew towards Dongtianfudi, followed by more than 20,000 Nine Li monks, and the whole team was mighty.
Ye Fan looked back at the direction of Chaos Void, feeling quite regretful...
If he has time, he really wants to go back and see what is hidden in the last tomb of the golden tomb.
Now it seems that it can only be regarded as an unsolved mystery, buried in the bottom of my heart...
However, this battle with Xing Tian has benefited him a lot, not only the Wushuang Jianyi's heart sword realm, but also truly mastered his heart.
And for the future direction of cultivation, some combat skills, also have a deeper understanding.
"Goodbye, Senior Xingtian..."
Ye Fan said goodbye in his heart.
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Chaos in the void.
The golden tomb is like a huge metal ball, floating in the power of chaos.
Although this powerful metal can resist the power of chaos well, it is only a matter of time before it is completely swallowed up.
In the deepest part of the tomb, eighty statues have returned to their original positions.
After standing in silence for a long time, Xing Tian turned around and walked towards the last tomb.
The golden gate slowly opened.
After Xing Tian walked inside, he dropped a pair of kinsmen on the ground, and then sat cross-legged.
Right in front of him, in the empty tomb, there was nothing but the last mural on the wall.
In the mural, there are a few young people who look quite young.
Under a towering tree, a strong young man with double horns and a young man with a sword is learning martial arts with a sword-wielding young man. The two can fight vigorously, but there are bright smiles on their faces.
At a stone table next to him, another slightly older young man was holding a scroll in his hand, studying medicinal materials and pill furnace, and seemed helpless to the two companions in the martial arts competition.
The carefree youthful youth leaped on the wall.
Xing Tian watched the mural quietly for a long time, then smiled relievedly.
"Heh... the emperor, that kid, he is gone... you said it, he didn't come in.
You see that people are always so accurate, even after tens of thousands of years, they are still so predictable, I lost again.
You said... What is left in this tomb is the most precious thing to you.
In the past, I didn’t understand it until I saw this kid of the Shenlong clan, using your disintegration method to display the emperor-level sword intent, I understood...
Race, blood, clan, in your eyes, it has never been a problem.
But the emperor... Although the kid is good, his cultivation qualifications are really hard to describe.
What can neither you nor Ji Xuanyuan do, can he really do it..."
In the tomb, with a long sigh, Xing Tian's body gradually dissipated...