Ye Fan's divine sense is so powerful, even if the palace built by the ancient emperor is filled with endless runes, it can't stop him, and he can see who is inside in an instant.
"We've been apart for so many years, how are you two?"
"Brother Ye, is it really you?" The door of the ancient temple was pushed open, and a man walked out. He was tall and straight, his body was as vigorous as a dragon, he was bronze in color, and his long hair was loose and thick, but there were a few strands of white in it. hair.
"Demon God?" Long Ma was surprised, having seen it on the Starry Sky Ancient Road back then.
"Southern Demon." Heihuang sighed, one of the few arrogances of the Big Dipper back then, it was only now that they met again after so many years, it made people lament the years.
At that time, Nan Yao was in full bloom and full of vigor. Although his blood is still vigorous and he has become a peerless powerhouse, he is already more than six thousand years old.
Ye Fan also felt emotional, the last farewell on the ancient starry sky road, and the reunion until today, it will be thousands of years in a flash, if ordinary people have already become dust.
Nan Yao is extremely powerful, he can be called the top combat power in this world, and he is also a different kind of enlightened person.
Behind him, there is another person. She is tall and beautiful, but her black hair has turned into white hair. Although she uses magic power to keep her youthful appearance, she has obviously suffered shocks over the years.
It was Qi Huoshui back then, Qi Qi, princess Qi of Nanling.
Seeing each other again left people speechless for a long time.
Youth is easy to pass, and beauty is easy to grow old.
When the peerless beauties can't resist the years and grow old in the wind and frost, this is the cruelest thing for them. Seeing their youth go away and their flowers take root, who can understand that feeling
"Ye Fan." Qi Huoshui sighed softly, wanting to say something, but couldn't speak anymore.
She is not as powerful as Nan Yao, and the traces of more than six thousand years on her body are relatively more obvious, and her blood is not so strong.
Brother and sister Nan Yao came to meet each other.
Ye Fan imprisoned a meteorite, cut the stone into a table and a stone pier, took out the fine wine, and reminisced about the old days with the two old friends.
"You became the Great Emperor?" Nan Yao was surprised, then relieved.
They have been trapped here for many years, and too many things have happened, they don't know that Ye Fan has become the emperor of heaven, and the ancient palace can be isolated from the world. But Nan Yao is very human, so he won't lose his composure.
"After so many years, it feels good to see you all." Ye Fan said.
As the number of people he knows will become less and less, he will eventually lose in time. He cherishes every old friend and does not want accidents to happen to them.
"This is the pool of souls left by the immortal emperor."
"I already know." Ye Fan nodded.
Nan Yao told the story. Back then, they found that ancient temple in the void of the universe. When they entered it, they found that it was the place where the Immortal Emperor once enlightened and retreated. They were shocked.
The two brothers and sisters practiced here, but they never thought that with the deepening of their cultivation, the ancient temple would be activated, and the soul pool would break out of the void, and the devil fog would also appear, surrounding this place and trapping them.
Fortunately, the ancient temple is special, which can prevent the rotten air from approaching.
As Nan Yao's cultivation became more and more advanced, in recent years, he felt sure to leave, but he sensed the beauty of the Soul Lake and was unwilling to leave easily.
Ye Fan sighed softly, the rot here is extremely powerful, it can hurt the Supreme Being, it is amazing that Nan Yao has cultivated to this point, and has already become a different way.
As the Black Emperor speculated, the Soul Pond is the soul remnant of the Immortal Emperor, left behind after transformation.
Ye Fan stood in front of the pool for a long time, and then walked around the ancient temple, deeply feeling the horror of the Immortal Emperor, an unimaginable enemy.
They have been together here for a long time, Qi Fushui is very silent, the once peerless goddess, her youth is fading away, which makes her sad, and it is hard to say goodbye to her old friend. It wasn't until the time of parting that she sighed softly, "You haven't changed much."
Ye Fan watched them leave. When she was about to disappear into the galaxy, Nan Yao turned her head and said, "Brother Ye, this may be the last time we meet, take care!"
Ye Fan was silent and sighed. If there is no accident, Nan Yao chose to proclaim himself, and it will reappear after thousands of generations.
"goodbye!"
On the way back, Ye Fan was very silent. After a long time, the Black Emperor said: "Let's go again, it's fine anyway."
Ye Fan nodded. The pursuit of the longevity method cannot be realized through retreat. So many outstanding people have been stuck in ancient times, so he naturally didn't think that burying his head in enlightenment would break the sky.
This journey lasted more than half a year. They passed through many galaxies, which caused a big commotion. The Heavenly Emperor paraded, awe-inspiring all clans. Many clans came out to greet him and invited him in, but they were all declined.
Along the way, they saw a lot, and they sighed in their hearts. This glorious world has come to the end, and it is really coming to an end.
Zhang Bairen, Taichu and others have long since disappeared, and it is rumored that they have declared themselves to leave their hopes and aspirations in this life in the future, hoping to return against the sky.
Afterwards, they saw that some of the shocking bloodlines had gone into decline in their later years, and more people were also beginning to age and show signs of fatigue.
"Our youth, is it finally going to end in this prosperous world?"
"Haha, what did I see in the brightest life, the most glorious era? But that's it, nothing is left, we just passed by in such a hurry, a passerby, that's all!"
Someone was laughing, and tears were streaming down my face.
The autumn wind is blowing, the yellow leaves are withering, and a prosperous world is finally coming to an end.
The stars are so bright that those who used to shine can't open their eyes, so many people with the emperor's appearance are fighting for hegemony, but in the end there is only one emperor standing in the nine heavens, looking down on many generals and stars.
The stars are dim, and the heroes are dejected.
It has been prophesied since the age of mythology that the real road to immortality will be opened in this life, and the road of glory will lead to the other side, to a world of immortality.
However, this is also empty, leaving too many regrets for people, the fairyland is so lofty.
The blood and tears of the supreme, the sorrow of the heroes, all of these ended in this current age of mythology, and countless strong men died in the great world hegemony.
Too many arrogances were buried in the Milky Way. Six thousand years of war, six thousand years of glory, maybe it will continue, make up a thousand years, but the curtain will end after all, and no one can stop it.
"I wrote the sonorous battle song with my blood, I used my life to shine, and finally listened to a song of great sadness. Is this the end?"
Many people raised their heads and asked the sky.
The outstanding people back then were all full of vigor and vitality, but now they are all white haired roots, and many people have died, and the rest have been stained with years of wind and frost.
"That's it... Is it over? I don't want to be reconciled, what can the golden age do!"
The long song should cry, and the hero will cry.
How can we forget, how can we let go, a great world is coming to an end like this, the outstanding people in their prime are getting old gradually, they are coming to an end!
After a great life, watching the prosperity of the whole life, like fireworks blooming, will wither like this.
As Ye Fan walked, his words became less and less, and the more he saw, the more silent he became. Is he going to send this life away
"Look, the Emperor of Heaven is seeing us off, haha..." Someone laughed, and the tears had already flowed down.
"Yes, the Emperor of Heaven is practicing with us. He used to compete with us in the same generation. Hey, haha... Farewell to this life!"
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Ye Fan and the others walked all the way and came to the ancient land where they fought in the past. It was a star field that was shattered in the dark and turbulent years, and it was a piece of dilapidated.
At that time, Ye Fan had not yet become an emperor, and he fought with all his blood, and with the heart of death, he threw himself into the battlefield like a moth to a flame.
Looking back, there were bloodstains all the way.
There are remnants here, countless star ruins, and the blood of various creatures stained the ancient land, but it still hasn't dried up.
Meng Duan Xingtu, the people who used to be will never come back.
"Jizi, how much I hope you can live, you and I have a drink with the Holy Prince." Ye Fan whispered.
He thought of a lot, including the god king in white who is like a father and teacher, and Gai Jiuyou, a sick old man who is unparalleled in the world. They have paid too much.
"How can I forget that the Sacred Sun Emperor is in turmoil, even if there is only one human skin left, he will return against the sky and fight until the blood is gone." Long Ma also sighed softly.
Back then, in the Ziwei Starfield, the human emperor's skin reappeared, and even if it died, it had to protect the creatures of an ancient star, and finally the last drop of blood and tears fell from its eyes.
"There is also Emperor Void, who spent his whole life in quelling turmoil until he died in battle. In this life, he still has to shed the last drop of blood, and in the end he is only accompanied by half a broken mirror."
Talking about the past, they sighed for a while.
Even Ye Fan has great compassion, and it is difficult to restrain himself.
Suddenly, the Black Emperor stopped, and the dragon and horse turned their heads. Only Ye Fan did not stop, and continued to walk along the blood-stained battlefield. There was a figure there.
"It's you." Ye Fan recognized her as Xia Jiuyou, the only disciple of Old Man Gai Jiuyou.
In the past, she was a genius girl, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was enough to fight against the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, Yaoguang, Ye Fan and others, and shocked Donghuang.
In the past, she was willful and unruly, but she was defeated by Ye Fan and was severely taught.
Years have passed, and this talented girl has changed a lot. She has grown up long ago, dressed in white clothes like snow, and her face is full of sadness.
Xia Jiuyou is beautiful and moving. She has reached the quasi-emperor state for thousands of years, and her strength is extremely amazing, but there are still a few strands of white hair in her hair.
"You... why are you here?" Seeing her, Ye Fan couldn't help thinking of Gai Wudi, and felt great pain in his heart. He still remembered the tragedy of the sick old man straightening his back, shining brilliantly, and shouting "Who dares to fight me?" Scenes.
"I'm looking for the master..." Xia Jiuyou said, with tears on his face, very confused.
For so many years, she has been searching in the universe, not believing that the master is dead, that is her only relative, and she wants to find him.
Ye Fan's heart was bitter and his nose was sore, even if he was the Emperor of Heaven, he could hardly hide his emotions. In the past, three hundred years after the end of the dark turmoil, he woke up and searched frantically, but in the end he found nothing.
Unexpectedly, there is another person who is more persistent than him. He has been looking for it for more than five thousand years, and he is still looking for it now!
"The old man doesn't want you to look like this..." Ye Fan persuaded with discomfort in his heart.
"Master is with me, he will come back, I found a part." Xia Jiuyou said sadly.
"you… "
"Unfortunately, I only found a drop of master's blood." Xia Jiuyou's eyes were full of tears, and he carefully picked up a piece of magic crystal, in which there was a bright drop of blood sealed.
"Is it really left by Senior Ge?!" Ye Fan groaned.
He looked at it for a long time, and then walked to the depths of the broken battlefield, couldn't help but screamed up to the sky, with too much helplessness and unwillingness in his heart.
Not only Gai Jiuyou, but also so many people floated into Ye Fan's heart one by one, too many people and things passed away just like that.
The past and the past, one day at a time, one scene at a time, seem to be right in front of you.
Ye Fan unleashed his imperial fist, and in this dilapidated battlefield, he struck nine heavens upwards, rumbled thunder, and elegiac songs moved Xinghan.
"After the ancient times, the sky and the earth trembled.
The Beidou beacon is thick.
As the years passed, the ancient people were in chaos.
The sword energy rushed to the sky, and the blood-stained mountains and rivers.
The zither and the drum sounded, the iron gong sang, and the cold light shone on the starry sky.
With iron bones, ask the world who is the hero.
The fairy cloud rises, the supreme one appears, and the eternal battle on the road to longevity.
Fight, fight, fight!
The starry sky collapsed, and all living beings trembled.
White hair stained with blood, thousands of corpses, the lamentation in the pool of blood of the girl, the chaos and war in the world.
Blood splattered the sky, swords rushed to the heavens, the chaos of the ages, the lament of the last days.
Who can save the bloody mountains and rivers
The sentient beings call, the emperor fights against him, the blood and tears dry up, and the eternity is dim.
The void is hard to see, the epiphyllum withers and emerges, a sad song cannot bury an eternal hero, accompanied by a half-faced mirror.
Years are like a knife beheading Tianjiao, sighing enchantingly on the road to longevity, the beginning of blood and bones, a sad picture of a lifetime.
How many heroes are buried in foreign lands, and how many brilliance are hard to see again.
Nine Dragons pulled the coffin, disturbing the chaos of the whole life, the white hair screamed and sang wildly, and the end of the heavenly road could not be found.
The emperor's blood burns the starry sky, and the words of the fairy road are eternal.
The beauty sighed, the hero is in his twilight years, and the world has been alive for thousands of years, and the fairy road is gone.
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