The nine great emperors disappeared, but the Infinite Calamity and Thunder Light were still there, rumbling above, shaking the vast star field.
Ye Fan stood under the sky, calmed down, and then climbed up to the sky again. He knew that the punishment of heaven was not over, and there was still a crisis waiting for him to overcome.
"Kill..."
A desolate aura rushed towards him, as if he had come to the end of the prehistoric universe, witnessing a battle of gods before the ancient times, with gold and iron horses, shouting to kill and shaking the sky!
Ye Fan was placed in a vast battlefield, as if he had come to the ancient times, with thousands of troops galloping, vast and magnificent, endless heavenly soldiers and generals appeared, and ancient towers and giant palaces stood upright in the chaotic thunder.
The ancient heaven!
These few words immediately appeared in his mind, and his mind was shocked, as if he had really returned to that era. Countless human figures rushed towards him with lightning. Are they the heavenly soldiers and generals from ancient times
Is this the age of mythology? In the distance, there are chaotic gods roaring to shatter the sun, moon and stars, and there are real golden crows that stretch across the nine heavens, fighting against each other!
The magnificent picture scroll and the immortal poems are the true portrayal of the battlefield in front of you. It is unparalleled.
Those majestic palaces, the tall and majestic sky towers, are majestic and majestic, sitting on the sky.
The fairy mist is hazy, the chaos is lingering, and the ancient buildings are vast.
Countless people are fighting, fighting in front of this giant palace of heaven, all of which are still transformed by lightning, full of the charm of the age of mythology.
"Kill..."
Shouting to kill Zhentian, the surrounding fields are full of heavenly soldiers and generals. This is a great battle. Ye Fan, dragging his tired and injured body, was involved in the final battle.
Suzaku dances across the sky for nine days, spreads its wings, the galaxy collapses, and the snake flies through the sky, sweeping across, and the stars fall. This is a terrifying scene like a catastrophe.
Ye Fan was in it, and he didn't retreat. He went forward without hesitation, and fought to the front alone, his blood boiling, and he was invincible.
He fought in front of the ancient heavenly court, participated in this conquest, bathed in the blood of countless people, and walked forward with countless bones, looking for the direction of his own enlightenment.
Human-shaped lightning, palace-shaped thunder, all of these are lifelike, just like real scenes. Even when a blow smashed the head of an Old One, the sight of blood spraying was so magical.
Ye Fan thought, are these all the existences that have appeared in the world before, and were recorded by the world in the form of Dao marks, what do you want to reveal for future generations
He fought all the way, looking for his own way, with the belief of invincibility in his heart, going to heaven and earth, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, being the only one who is the only one, fighting in the vastness of the four fields, without seeing any opponents.
This was a fierce and tragic battle, which was fought among thousands of troops. Ye Fan had just become a saint, but he had experienced such a catastrophe-like baptism. In terms of stability, it was of great benefit. After sublimation, he carried out a Precious precipitation.
I don't know how many days and nights of killing, Ye Fan was exhausted from killing, and he could no longer see anyone. There were corpses under his feet, and he broke into the deepest part of the ancient heaven alone.
The boundless fallen leaves are flying, one after another, all stained with blood, with a chill, and a kind of desolation.
This is the desolate scene outside the Central Heavenly Palace. There is no single soldier guarding it, but there is only silence and tranquility, and there is also the eternal sadness after the glory and loneliness.
The ashes of the catastrophe were all over the place, accumulating a thick layer. Although they were all transformed by lightning, they were so real, as if no one had stepped in for a million years.
Ye Fan walked resolutely, step by step towards the lonely central heavenly palace, climbed up the stairs, and entered the empty palace.
With a heart of guard, he looked towards the supreme throne in the center, and his heart was shocked. It was not empty, there was a hazy figure!
Sitting alone, it seems that he has endured the loneliness of the ages. He is faint and vague, and the universe and the galaxy are revolving around him.
Regal!
Ye Fan stopped, dragged his wounded body, and stood in the central heavenly palace, confronting the dim figure.
In the Central Heavenly Palace, will there be a great battle that will shock the ancient and modern times in this hall? Ye Fan was ready.
If this is Emperor Zun, he must be extremely powerful and unimaginable in strength, otherwise Ye Fan will face another life-and-death test for being able to control the ancient heaven!
Ye Fan's face is calm, his heart is calm, he has the belief of invincibility in his heart, and he has the spirit of swallowing the world with all his strength. No matter who he faces, he can calmly look at it.
So what if it is really Emperor Zun? He can fight with one!
Ye Fan has no fear in his heart, and he is the only one who is independent. This is an unshakable and invincible will. He dragged his wounded body and walked forward, thinking that he would fight Emperor Zun, but the hazy light disappeared, and no strong man appeared.
The ancient emperor scattered with the wind, completely blurred and dimmed.
"Hasn't he appeared here before?" Ye Fan said to himself, with a sense of loss, disappointment, and regret.
"What does what I see foretell? Did Emperor Zun's incomplete will guard the last heaven alone, and finally annihilated in the eternal sadness? I saw it, but I don't know anything..."
"boom!"
Suddenly, a quaint tripod flew out, with three legs and two ears, it was the carrier of Tao, suppressing the past, the present and the future!
As soon as Shi Shi appeared, he rushed to the cauldron of the Mother Qi of all things on Ye Fan's head, collided violently, and at the same time sprinkled streams of fairy clouds, attacking him.
"It's it... the green tripod, this is it... in its state when it first became a holy vessel!" Ye Fan looked at it in surprise.
The two tripods bombarded, the star field collapsed, some planets were directly shattered, and everything was shattered in the swept places.
In this world intertwined with lightning, even the green tripod has been imitated and manifested, which is really shocking. The two tripods collided continuously and fought fiercely.
After a day and a night passed, Ye Fan dragged his tired body, with a quaint tripod on his head up and down, and rushed through the ancient heaven.
At this moment, all kinds of visions appeared, tearing through the universe. Unfortunately, no one witnessed it except Longma. They were some of the most terrifying celestial phenomena in the past and present.
What are the nine stars in a row, ten days, etc., are all simple visions, the roar of the chaotic gods, the destruction of the star field, etc. There are countless such things.
"it's over… "
Ye Fan climbed to the top, sat in front of the chaotic sea, threw the tripod into it, and watched it rise and fall quietly.
All of a sudden, all kinds of thunder sounded, and chaotic energy shot out, clanging, all swept towards the tripod, and at the same time poured towards Ye Fan's body.
The last refining tripod is tempered with chaotic light and fire, making the patterns of all things on it more complex and changeable, lifelike, as if it is about to come out through the wall.
The gods born in the tripod are reciting the ancient scriptures in the coffin of Jiulong, making the tripod more solid, simple and majestic, like facing a clear sea of stars in the universe.
In the end, everything was gone, only Ye Fan stood under the independent starry sky, a tripod was floating on his head, with billions of stars hanging down, and thousands of maternal spirits, making him look vague and unreal.
It took a long time for Ye Fan to cross the catastrophe this time. Immortal Si became a saint, ten years of conquest, ten years of bloody battle, ten years of suppression, and now he broke through to the third heaven of saints in one fell swoop, breaking through three levels in a row.
If someone is here, they will definitely be petrified. A saint consumes a lot every step forward, and it is difficult to make an inch of progress for many years. Now, there are people who have just broken through the third level as soon as they become saints.
The lightning disappeared, and many planets in this star field were blown to pieces. Only then did they calm down, and the starlight shone brightly.
Ye Fan let out a long cry, and the silver waterfall in the sky fell down, and the infinite stars sprinkled their brilliance, gathering towards him, baptizing the body and replenishing its massive consumption.
After being sanctified, he can walk alone in the universe and absorb the power of nothingness. Ye Fan is full of brilliance, with the power of stars, moonlight, and other divine powers of the universe.
It took him a whole day and night before he stopped. His body was flowing with crystal luster, his black hair was like a waterfall, and all kinds of divine doors of his body's treasures were opened, filled with holy power.
Between the eyebrows, a golden villain took a step forward, and the three-legged and two-eared round tripod suddenly shrunk. He was hugged by the golden villain, and then flew into the fairy platform, disappearing in front of his forehead.
Everything is perfect, Ye Fan raised his hands and feet, possessed immeasurable power, at this moment, he can catch the stars and catch the moon, this is not an illusion, but really has this kind of power!
Successfully entered the ranks of saints, and has made a qualitative leap since then.
In the distance, Longma's Heavenly Tribulation has long since disappeared, but its transformation has not ended and is still in progress, which surprised Ye Fan quite a bit.
There is a huge holy cocoon, which is entangled by various order god chains, and there are also strands of Taoist power entangled there.
The dragon horse was wrapped in a big cocoon, like a few moons, revolving around the big star that was interweaving the power of transformation all the time, flowing out vast holy power.
It is incredible that a horse learns how silkworms make cocoons.
Ye Fan has been sanctified, his eyes are as deep as the ocean, inside there are the trajectories of the ancient stars, there is the scene of the star field being shattered, the far-reaching and unforgettable end, staring at the cocoon.
He knew very well that Longma had a great fortune, which was rare in ancient times. The great star of transformation interweaved endless chains and laws of order, wrapped it up, and let it regenerate inside. After sanctification, it would be unfathomable.
"boom!"
A few days later, the cocoon exploded, and the dragon horse was covered in flames, the holy flame danced, and the horse stepped on the starry sky, making a terrifying sound like a landslide and tsunami.
"This seat has made a breakthrough, woo woo... woof, roar!" I don't know if it is a horse, a dragon or a wolf, all kinds of roars continue to express the excitement in my heart.
"It's rare for this seat to break through two ranks in a row. Who will compete with it?" Longma roared.
However, when it saw Ye Fan, it was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help shouting: "Is there any reason for this, I almost lost my way, and only after nine deaths did I have the current Dao fruit, which is actually one level worse than you? !"
"Let's go, let's go back." Ye Fan soared into the air, sat on its back, held a black gold spear in his hand, and shattered the universe with one shot, entering the Primordial Dojo.
In front of the square of the second holy city of the human race, twelve portals opened successively, Ku Toutuo, Mu Guanghan, Tuobayu, Ou Yemo, Yuxian and others came out one after another.
As for Ditian's subordinates, the six ancient sages stood indifferently in the distance, watching the exit. They had already come out ahead of time and waited here.
Gu Ling, the leader of the Tianhuang Thirteen Riders, urged the silver holy wolf to gallop out across the sky, followed by a large number of monks, returning to the ancient city one after another.
One of the young men had dark eyes, followed by several old men, watching together, as if waiting for something. The young man surrounded by them was none other than Yan Chifeng, who had escaped unharmed by a death technique in the Primordial Dojo.
Ye Wuhun, the No. 2 leader of Tianhuang Thirteen Riders, urges the holy beast Canglong to sit down, and in an instant comes up to him, whispering to Yan Chifeng, his eyes are also very cold.
Half an hour later, the twelve portals will be closed, and no one will come in or out. Everyone is startled, but Ye Fan didn't come out. His performance is obvious to all. Could it be that he is so powerful that he fell into it
"It's time to close the dojo!" the Grand Commander Yu Han ordered.
"There is still a seed player named Ye Fan who has not yet been released. It is reasonable to say that he will not fall into it. The commander should use the Taoist mirror to shine the fairy light to see if he has fallen, and then make a decision." An old man said, but He is a master at seducing and sitting down.
"No need." The commander looked indifferent.
"This...according to the rules, the exit needs to be checked by the Dao Realm. Otherwise, if someone is not dead, once they are locked in the dojo, the consequences will be unimaginable. If the Holy Beast King awakens, most of those who fail to get out in time will perish. "
"Close the dojo!" The Grand Commander Yu Han ordered coldly.
The twelve portals closed rumblingly, sealing the world behind into nothingness.
"Hey, you're dead, you're dead after all, you're nothing if you don't survive!" Guan Cheng smiled, very cold, very cold, his Dao heart stabilized, with a kind of indifference, facing Twelve gates, said coldly: "Winners and losers, die here, open the dojo again next year, you are nothing but a pile of dung."
"What are you talking about?!" Rui Wei glared.
"I'm just telling a cruel fact." Guan Cheng responded coldly.
"boom!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of heaven and earth cracking, and a portal shattered. One person and one rode the flames, leaping forward like a god of war, shaking the sky.
"What? He's out!"
Everyone was taken aback.
One person and one rider, shrouded in divine light, brilliant like the morning sun, blazing like fairy fire, rumbled, stepped through the door, and rushed out, with divine power unrivaled in the world.
Ye Fan held a black long spear in one hand, and came on the horse, like an immortal king descending to the world, shocking people.
Especially Guan Cheng, who was right in front of his eyes, was even more frightened when he saw this scene. He was still sneering just now, but now he saw the righteous master fighting out, and his heart was filled with unwillingness, so he subconsciously raised the bronze spear forward.
This is a kind of hostility, a kind of unwillingness, which is completely instinctive. Such a peerless emperor is not dead, and he comes out so forcefully, which makes him hate and helpless.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan stabbed with a gun, and the sound of the dragon and horse's hooves was loud, shocking.
Clang!
The bronze dagger shattered, Ye Fan rushed past, and Guan Cheng yelled, he couldn't stop it at all, he was pierced by a gun, dripping blood, he was picked up by Ye Fan holding the gun with one hand, hanging in the air mid-air.
Everyone was startled and full of shock, it was too fast, from Guan Cheng's showing hostility and subconsciously attacking, to Ye Fan's stabbing, everything was done within a flash of electric flint.
Peerless shot!
Ye Fan shook his hands, threw the spear out, drew a terrifying trajectory, nailed Guan Cheng and flew together, and landed in front of the commander Yu Han with a clang.
Blood splattered everywhere, the black spear trembled, nailing Guan Cheng to the ground, blood splashed and landed on the commander's feet.
There was no sound at the scene!