In the sea of wheels, two fragments of the fairy ruler dormant, flowing with a green light, appearing very peaceful.
Ye Fan's action at this time is tantamount to taking food from a tiger's mouth. Once the emperor's soldiers are exposed, it will be a catastrophic consequence.
This place is in chaos, everyone is looking for the Demon Emperor Ruler, this kind of artifact cannot be snatched by force, we can only exchange and communicate with it, otherwise even the great sage will be beaten into dust.
"Amitabha!"
The yellow-browed old monk recited the Buddha's name, and the purple-gold Buddha bridge stretched under his feet, and the purest and most peaceful faith flowed, surrounding the last fairy ruler.
The old monk's Taoism is profound, and his body is covered by a series of Buddha rings, which set off the majesty of the treasure, and the gods, Bodhisattvas and ancient Buddhas manifest on his head.
They chanted ancient scriptures together and communicated with Yao Huangchi, hoping to introduce it into Buddhism and become a Taoist protector.
"Boom!"
A large cauldron is ups and downs, the main god from the god organization takes action, urges the weapons, and various patterns appear on the cauldron wall, including ancient ancestors, flowers, birds, fish and insects, wind, rain, thunder and lightning.
This contains a kind of vitality when all things were first opened, when the world was opened, and it turned into a stream of fairy essence, flowing towards the fairy ruler to repair it.
"Bang!"
Not to be outdone, the black-robed strongman from the underworld trembled violently, and a funeral scripture sounded, as if mourning the demon emperor, with respect in his heart.
All the great sages moved together and used their means to fight for the last piece of the fairy ruler. As for whose hands the first four pieces fell into, no one knew. According to common sense, it should also fall into their hands.
Ye Fan frowned slightly, he couldn't get the green gold ruler, and several great sages were fighting for it. At this time, there would probably be problems if they seized food from the mouth of a tiger.
"boom!"
An old monk from Amitabha's ancient star field sacrificed a bowl, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and the light was brilliant. There were many demon characters inside, with characters like real dragons and unicorns.
The main god of the god organization was not willing to be left behind, and all spirits appeared on the cauldron, resonating with the demon emperor's ruler, and wanted to get its approval.
At the same time, Taoist Hundred Tribulations sat cross-legged in the void, reciting demon scriptures. He was a real old demon, with blood rushing in his body, calling out as the great sage of the demon clan.
In this place, the kamikaze was howling, and all the great saints showed their magical powers, called the wind and rain, put down the altar, and had a competition for the strongest.
Ye Fan backed away silently, and left Dibing Mountain with a large number of monks, not wanting to be involved in the final storm, and appeared in another ancient land in the cemetery.
Half an hour later, the curtain fell, the last piece of fairy ruler was obtained, and the whole mountain was restored to calm.
The faces of the great sages were indifferent, and they couldn't see any fluctuations in their emotions. They didn't know who would win the big prize in this competition, and all five emperor soldiers disappeared.
"We're going out, we're not going any further." Some monks shouted. This place is too dangerous, they don't want to go deep into the Great Emperor's Mausoleum, fearing that they will die here in vain.
They are casual cultivators, without any powerful leaders. The armies of other ministries were relatively calm and there was no noise, because they were recruited by the Great Sage of the Protectorate.
Powerful divine thoughts swept over one after another, trying to see through the endless monks present, but the great sage was unwilling to find out who would fall into the hands of the demon emperor's ruler.
The armies of various ethnic groups continued on the road, leaving the mountain and heading in another direction, when suddenly there was a violent and strange fluctuation.
There, there is a big mountain, bigger than the stars, stretching across the void, and a huge red dragon coils around and disappears in an ancient cave.
The mount of the demon emperor!
It was the huge red dragon that manifested earlier, it lived here, on the sky behind Dibing Mountain, the huge fluctuations shocked everyone, even the great sage trembled in his heart, and confronted cautiously.
"Eldest nephew, don't forget about old uncle!" Taoist Baijie had sharp eyes and saw the dragon horse at a glance. He was sinking and floating in the dragon cave, surrounded by wisps of dragon energy.
The great sages were silent for a while, and this time they observed closely that the red dragon was not the real body, but an indestructible essence wrapped in a brand.
It is not a living body at all, it is just a mark left by the demon emperor's mount.
Thinking about it, it should be so. Even a generation of demon emperors has come to an end, how can his mount survive until now, it must have already become dust in the years.
The shape of this mountain is very similar to an ancient tomb. It is a tomb dedicated to burying red dragons. It hangs between the sky and the earth, majestic and majestic.
In fact, this mount died before the Demon Emperor, no matter how defiant he is, he is still not the Great Emperor, and it is impossible for him to live longer and not be able to accompany the Demon Emperor through the last period of his life and conquer the immortal road.
A long time ago, it was the Demon Emperor himself who buried the old and dead mount in the loess, and erected a monument for it here.
After a long time, another dragon horse appeared, mobilized part of the energy left by the red dragon in the big tomb, and rushed towards its companion, and the two blended.
It can be said that this is a good fortune of the dragon horse, which cannot be obtained by ordinary people. It is the inheritance of the same kind, left to the ancestors of the dragon horse clan, which has been improved by a generation of demon emperors.
The heroes are envious, even if they get the fragments of the fairy ruler, it is not necessarily greater than the harvest of the dragon horse, which spans the inheritance of the ages, and it is bathed in the baptism of the red dragon's essence.
What makes people helpless is that it is difficult to approach, there is the imprint of the Longma clan, which is difficult for ordinary people to touch.
"Boom..."
The big river is surging, and a river of corpses rushes out from the ancient vein in the distance. This is Huangquan. Everyone avoided it intentionally and wanted to explore other places first, but they still encountered it again after all.
This big yellow river has nine bends and eighteen bends, flows through this mountain range, many places in the ancient region, and runs through the entire cemetery.
It is not enough to say that it is a large tomb. This is a real world where mountains and rivers have everything. There are ancient medicines rooted in the crevices of the stones, and great mountains towering above the clouds...
"Aw!" There was a long howl, and a heart-piercing roar came from the upper reaches of the river of corpses. A creature with bat wings and a body like a demon ape passed across the sky.
"This is a corpse!" An old monk exclaimed.
This is a creature that can only be born in the most yin and jeopardy of the ancient times. It is extremely evil and evil. It can be called a kind of ghost, and it is the most ferocious.
"Not just one, there are a group of them!"
People exclaimed, this is a large ethnic group, some of them are white-haired, without wings, and they look like old corpses flying across the sky. Others are purple in color, densely covered with scales, with horns and devil wings.
These are all corpse ghosts, carrying a monstrous death aura, roaring past, causing landslides and landslides, and rivers and seas boiling.
"Chanting!" The human guardian ordered.
Before coming in, people had already expected that there would probably be creatures bred by Yin Qi in this kind of cemetery, and they might be extremely powerful, and they couldn't be melted away by the Human Sutra.
Dozens of hundreds of people and horses chanted the scriptures together, and there were many discrepancies with the scriptures recited by Ye Fan. This is not a complete scripture for saving people.
Even what Ye Fan got on Earth was not complete, only what was recited by the ghost face lamp was the most primitive scripture meaning, and he found out after comparing it.
There was a howling sound, and the river of corpses raged violently, and strange creatures rushed out of the water, some with disheveled hair, or hideous scales and armor, all exuding a dead air.
All living beings chant scriptures, one after another scriptures spread out, glowing in the void, it is like a catastrophe for these creatures, making them frightened and fighting.
"Roar… "
There was a monstrous roar, and several creatures flew from the upper reaches of the river of corpses. They looked weird, and each of them was like a thunderbolt. The hairs all over their bodies shone with a faint golden light.
This is the flesh and blood conceived by the corpse, and then turned into Yin God, etc., each of them is extremely terrifying, the eyes tear the void, and they are not afraid of the Great Sage.
With a loud bang, the universe collapsed, the yin and the gods collided, and the battle against the saints was the most terrifying lore, even the demon king who was as powerful as a bull was almost killed.
He was attacked back and forth by two Yin gods, if not for Vajra Zhuo's power, he would have been in danger. Everyone didn't change their colors, and they didn't dare to be distracted anymore. All the great saints came forward and attacked forward.
Flowers of blood splashed one after another, and a dramatic battle unfolded, while the other armies were chanting scriptures, turning into wisps of divine light, and striking at these ghosts.
The great battle came so suddenly, and from the upper reaches of the corpse river, several thunder-like beings flew over, with golden hair and brilliant fighting power, they could rival the great sage.
Huang Quan was torrential, terrifying howls continued, and more and more ghosts appeared, attacking and killing everyone.
Various sounds such as chanting scriptures and howling ghosts and gods interweave, the place is full of noise, yin and qi coexist, turning into yin and yang two qi flows.
Everyone's heart sank, including the great sage's expression. This is the mausoleum of the ancient emperor, and now seeing so many ghouls one after another is definitely not a good sign.
They didn't dare to imagine it anymore. If the emperor's corpse had a heaven-defying change, not to mention them, it would be useless even if all the powerful people from the heavens and worlds came!
"Set up the formation, use the supreme scriptures to save the chaos in the world." A Taoist guard roared.
The banners were hunting and fluttering in the wind, and people began to deploy and kill formations, strangling ghosts, and at the same time chanting scriptures non-stop, launching a huge conquest.
"boom!"
The great war started, the heroes attacked, and the Dao pattern was densely covered in the void, intertwined one by one, turning into a net of destruction and falling towards the corpse.
At the same time, the sound of chanting became louder, as if the gods were chanting, and phantoms of gods and demons stood in the nine heavens.
"It's time." Ye Fan said to himself, and retreated silently. Everyone was restrained here. Now that the energy storm is raging, it's time to rescue Pangbo.
The cauldron on Ye Fan's head was up and down, and the mother spirit of all things was falling down, and the power of pure faith flowed out like a waterfall, so as to protect himself, prevent all kinds of divine light from killing, cross the river of corpses, and exit the imperial mausoleum.
Then, he took out the formations arranged in advance and arranged them in the void to build a huge domain gate.
In the mausoleum, the yin and yang qi flowed, turning into black and white forces, constantly rushing out, attracted by Ye Fan, and then he set up dozens of magic circles to stabilize and build passages.
Of course, this is all prepared in advance, otherwise the site layout would be too late.
The great sage fought with the Yin God, the sentient beings fought with the Yin spirits, and the world of the tomb was slaughtered. All kinds of the most violent forces chaotically rushed out.
Ye Fan didn't delay, because he didn't have a minute to squander, so he had to seize this fleeting opportunity to lure away the most terrifying force.
The space coordinates have already been positioned, and the constructed domain gate channel shines brightly, and the violent force rushes in.
"boom!"
This chaotic storm rushed out and directly hit an ancient continent where Pangbo was trapped. For a while, the mountains and rivers collapsed and the stars trembled.
"It's really here, he wants to rescue the trapped man named Pangbo!" Someone said indifferently in the dark on the ancient continent.
"The Eucharist of the Buried Emperor Star has finally come!" From another direction, a blurry phantom appeared with cold eyes.
At this moment, many people were alarmed and had been waiting for a long time, because it was expected that he would definitely appear.
However, no one thought that he could attract such a violent force to bombard the empty tomb of the ancient emperor, making all living beings tremble.
"Has the lord come out, has he left the real burial of the ancient emperor?" One of the forces is the Qilin envoy, the vermilion bird envoy and others.
At the same time, the real Demon Emperor's mausoleum was cracked, the river of corpses rolled, and some people rushed out.
In front of the ancient continent where Pangbo was trapped, Ye Fan sneered, feeling something in his heart, aware of the arrival of some extremely powerful masters in the dark.