"Master Sword God, why is this..." "We are just gathering together for a while, and we will continue to find the way later!"
A group of demon heads are a little reluctant, this is the "free of death gold medal" here! "No, I'm already convinced that you can't find a way out," Ye Fan said.
Although everyone was puzzled, they did not dare to refuse, so they had to send Feijian back.
After Ye Fan put away all the flying swords, he thought for a while and said, "Do you want to stay here or go with me?"
They can already withstand the dark matter here, and strictly speaking, it's not a burden.
Moreover, I was in the same trouble with myself, and even brought it in by myself, and unfortunately followed... "Together!"
Several demon heads said in unison.
"The villain is willing to follow the Lord of Sword God! Repay the grace of saving lives..." Huo Jiao Wenjian said.
They are really fed up. There is no danger in this place where birds do not shit, and there is no hope at all.
Ye Fan guessed it too, so he used the Dragon Pond and sent them all in.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan shifted again! Sure enough, he was teleported to the cold world this time, marking the location of the flying sword himself.
"Damn... This sword intent transfer, without a clear coordinate, it still won't work..." Ye Fan thought twice before coming to Yantian Ring.
Under the world tree, Bai Qianluo knelt on the ground, praying silently.
And the glutinous rice balls lying next to the woman dozed off.
"Qianluo, what are you doing?"
Bai Qianluo got up and smiled helplessly: "What else can I do, I can't help, I can only pray..." Ye Fan looked deep, looked at the World Tree, and slowly closed his eyes.
Gradually, Ye Fan’s mental perception came into contact with the World Tree... Ye Fan tried to communicate with the World Tree using the Shenlong Yin... "Master Tree, I really don’t have any trouble this time, it’s not that I can’t live anymore. It's because I can't afford the time delay..." "The shabby place outside, if I don't worry about it, I won't have any opinion on exploring for tens of thousands of years."
"But the youngest and youngest at home, waiting for me to go back... I'm at a loss now, and I'm going home indefinitely."
"If anyone can know all the mysteries in the world, then maybe only you..." "I know, no matter what I say, you know it, it's just whether you want to talk to me or not."
"But... you see, since I actually met you, I haven't asked you to do anything."
"Between you and me, is it a good yearning friendship?"
"Friends, please help me a little... Isn't it a violation?"
"I know, your status is noble, you are a god, but my'Sword God' is also considered a half-hearted god?"
"It's too stingy, it doesn't meet your noble status... You can't be like this as a friend, you see... Huh
! "
Ye Fan found out that he couldn't speak Shenlongyin any more
It's like someone took a bun and gagged his mouth.
Spirit transmission, can it be blocked like this
Is the World Tree reacting
Ye Fan was ecstatic, his "sincerity" touched the world tree
When Ye Fan opened his eyes, he saw a drop of dew on a leaf of the World Tree.
The dewdrops slowly flew to Ye Fan's forehead, and entered Ye Fan's forehead... A trace of coldness... Ye Fan's mind was agitated, and she seemed to feel a little bit deep in her mind.
"Ye Fan, what's wrong with you?"
Bai Qianluo was surprised and concerned when he saw this scene.
"World Tree...gave me a guide," Ye Fan said with joy.
Bai Qianluo was also very excited, "Really
how did you do that? "
Ye Fan's eyes were deep, and his mouth said lightly: "The friendship between Lord Shu and I... can't be described in a few words!"
"My soulmate, my soulmate! We just need to chat casually, this state...no mention it, you won't understand it if you say it."
Bai Qianluo was skeptical, "Really... Are you so familiar with Sekaiju?"
Tangyuan raised his eyelids, took a glance, and spit out his little tongue, his bear face was very disdainful.
Ye Fan laughed and said, "Let's talk about it later, I'll try it first..." He came into the cold void outside.
This time, Ye Fan, based on the coordinates given by the World Tree, once again used the Sword Intent Transfer! The outlook of the eyes has changed! "who?"
Ye Fan heard a Hongmeng language with a strange accent.
Immediately afterwards, a dark-skinned fist slammed into his face! An instinctive dodge, Ye Fan avoided the attack.
Looking back, it turned out to be a dark-skinned man in black iron armor
At this moment, the two seemed to be standing on a huge martial arts arena.
There are more than a dozen men and women with this kind of dark complexion.
And looking away, here is an icy wasteland, but there are tent-like buildings taking root here.
Assembly point
Terran gathering place
! No, these people... seem to be the "indigenous" here!
Because these people seem to carry the dark matter energy here.
"Living?"
The black-armored native man saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly and was surprised when he sensed his breath.
"if not?"
Ye Fan is speechless, is he still dead
"You know our language?"
A group of indigenous people at the scene were quite curious, just like watching a monkey in a zoo, pointing to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan nodded, "Who are you?"
"Dead..." the man said.
"what?"
Ye Fan couldn't help laughing: "No, buddy, stop joking, I'm serious."
"I'm not kidding," the man said.
Ye Fan said helplessly, "I know, I lost your sword. It's my fault. I'll pay you a good sword, can I?"
"Tell me where this is so I can go home..." the man said in a weird tone: "Give up this idea, you can't go back."
"Why can't you go back, can you be more serious?"
Ye Fan was a little impatient.
"I have always been serious."
"Are you a living person, you say you are dead
Seriously? "
The man suddenly sneered, "It seems... you don't know where you are."
"This is where?"
Ye Fan had an ominous premonition.
The man grinned sullenly: "This is the cold spring, one of the nine underground springs, which is the Yin Cao Jifu... Do you think we are dead?"
Ye Fan's eyes instantly solidified, petrified... Jiuquan
Jiuyuan!
Damn, what are you really afraid of, what are you coming for... "My husband doesn't know where he is. For so many days, there is no news..." Nian Ru Jiao looked melancholy in an office at the Human Alliance headquarters.
"Ye Fan will definitely turn the danger into a waste. I pray every day..." An Qier sat aside, working on some documents with Nian Ru Jiao and Feng Yueying.
The three women are all in charge of improving the low-level population, but because Ye Fan has been missing for several days, naturally they have no intention of working.
In fact, although the family kept saying that Ye Fan would be fine, everyone's heartstrings were tense.
Moreover, with Ye Fan's disappearance, the confrontation with Hongmeng has become very dangerous.
Although Bai Wuming brought several groups of dark gate masters to join, but the Sword God was no longer there, whether they still fulfilled their promises became a question.
In addition, although the gods and demons are stable for the time being, they are not sure whether they will suddenly rebel or collapse.
"Hey, little girl..." At this moment, a whistling voice came in from the door.
A body image is a ghost, coming to Angel.
"How about this little bottle on your chest, give it to me for fun?"
An old man wearing a black cloth striped his yellow teeth and grinned.
The expressions of the three women changed, and they immediately recognized the leader of Team D who had taken refuge in. The specific name was unknown, but they all seemed to be called Old Ghost
"No... No, this is given to me by the Sword God, it's very dangerous."
Angel covered her collar, her face pale, but her eyes were firm.