The nine holy mountains are majestic and magnificent, with towering ancient trees and strange stones rising up, which can be regarded as magnificent.
They are not very tall, but they are majestic and bring endless pressure to people, as if the nine heavens and ten earths are standing in front of them.
When Ye Fan came to the foot of the mountain, he was dry and almost couldn't hold on. He looked up and felt cold all over. His cold eyes and terrifying figure made him feel like he fell into an ice cellar.
There were a few people standing side by side on the mountain, some of which were as white as snow, some of which were as black as waterfalls, and the mountain wind blew, and they were flying in a mess. Their eyes were cold, and they looked down at the bottom without any emotional fluctuations, and they were extremely cold.
What is this place?Ancient forbidden land!
The flesh and blood creatures cannot last forever, and even the ancient sages of the sages could not withstand erosion and flew away automatically, and they were unwilling to go in.
No one can stay here for a long time. Since ancient times, I don’t know how many peerless masters have been buried. Even the prosperous holy land has been destroyed and become ashes.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly became cold. He knew that he could not be a human at all, that was a terrible and mysterious slave, and the extraordinary hero of the world in the past.
Silently, there was another woman beside those people, with bright eyes and white teeth, slender necks, like lotus flowers coming out of water, and peerless.
She was dressed in white and was dancing in the mountain breeze, as if she was about to ride the wind, Fairy Guanghan was extraordinary and difficult to pick out flaws, just like a person in a painting.
Saint of Tianxuan!
Ye Fan felt awe-inspiring in his heart. The last time he encountered this woman and almost died. He was the number one beauty in the Eastern Wilderness six thousand years ago and also a fellow student of the old madman.
The five figures stand side by side, each with extraordinary momentum. Those who are not astonishing and talented as beautiful cannot become slaves. They are not people of the same era, but they must have been the only one in the world.
Perhaps, some of them can find records in ancient books, and it is very likely that they were the supreme masters who were earth-shaking and called the wind and rain on the mainland in the past.
Is God going to kill me?!Ye Fan sighed, he tried his best to finally approach the Holy Mountain. He never thought about meeting the shocking Huang Nu, how to fight?
Legend has it that the deserted slaves are not often born. Sometimes they may not climb up from the abyss for hundreds of years, but now five people appear at once.
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness, and he was in the ancient forbidden land three times and met the peerless slave twice. This was really a disaster.
At this moment, he was already in a state of dissatisfaction. Although the stone clothes and the cloaked treasure clothes were not broken, they could no longer resist the erosion of time.
The seeds of the Qilin were already sluggish, and Ye Fan extracted endless energy of life to support him in order to survive, but it was impossible for him to last for a long time.
The seeds of the magic medicine and his body are his biggest trump cards. They had already rushed to the holy mountain, but now such an incident has happened.
brush!
A figure floated down from the holy mountain like a ghost, and rushed straight to Ye Fan. His hair stood up all over his body, and a terrible aura rushed towards him.
Buzz!
At the critical moment, the golden blood of the holy body boiled. Even if the body aging, it still had endless potential, like the power of natural resistance to the wilderness.
Ye Fan was so energetic that he walked vigorously, and rushed to another holy mountain. He did not choose to leave, because in his current situation, he might have died of old age and become ashes before he left the forbidden area.
This is a middle-aged man with white hair as white as snow, heroic and majestic, with a temperament that he admires the world with no other than me. He thinks he must have been a shocking figure in the past.
He almost blocked Ye Fan's way in the blink of an eye, but he did not take action, staring at his wheel sea for a moment.
Ye Fan's heart was beating violently, as if he was staring at the ancient wild beast. His qi and blood were about to be evaporated, and his body seemed to be about to collapse.
What a powerful character this is?
Although he was in a bad state at this time, his flesh and blood were dry and his body was decayed, he was a holy body and he actually felt this way!
The white-haired man stepped forward, steady and firm, and every step seemed to be able to break the mountains, rivers and earth. Ye Fan found that the Futian Baoshi had cracked directly, and the stone clothes were even more shattered.
Peerless terrifying!
This middle-aged man is heroic and majestic, as if he can dominate the world, and is coming forward calmly, as if a great mountain is pressing towards Ye Fan to crush him.
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and the golden blood qi rushed out, walking around his body, the potential of the immortal body surged, resisting disasters.
At the same time, he was solemn in treasure and recited strange scriptures, resounding through the world, like thunder coming to the world, shaking ancient trees clattering and chaotic leaves flying.
He vibrated with the golden blood of the holy body. This was his last peerless trump card that he could actively cast. This was the hundreds of words ancient scriptures in the bronze ancient coffin.
From the past to the present, he had never understood it. When he roared out, it did not turn into a sound, but was just a fluctuation.
This scripture does not exist in the world, and it cannot be revealed whether it is written or recited, and outsiders cannot understand it.
Suddenly, the same scriptures rang out on the hillside not far away, which was even louder than his, covering the world, as if explaining the truth of the great way.
The sound of heaven is like thunder, but only Ye Fan can hear it clearly. This is exactly the same as his scriptures, and it turns into a kind of heavenly power, and others cannot understand its meaning.
Ye Fan ignored the rest and rushed straight to the hillside. Regardless of whether the white-haired man followed or not, the only ancient coffin existed in his heart.
At this time, his consciousness was a little blurred and he would fall to the ground at any time and he would not care about anything else.
In the ancient wood forest halfway up the mountain, a huge bronze ancient coffin is quietly placed there, showing the vicissitudes and longevity, as if connecting the ancient times.
The bronze coffin fell sideways, and the coffin lid slid beside it. Ye Fan swayed and came close to him and rushed in at once. He could no longer hold on.
Am I going to die?No, I can't die!
He held the seeds of the Qilin magic medicine in his arms, and the only trace of blood overflowed, luring the essence of life into his body. He gritted his teeth and prevented himself from falling into a coma.
But his condition was really bad. Even though his will was as strong as iron, he could not hold on. The scars of the road broke and expanded suddenly, and he almost fell directly.
Ye Fan finally fainted, the cracks in the great way deepened, his spirit and body lived up to the heavy load, and he fell into the ancient coffin.
After more than five years, nearly six years, he entered the bronze coffin again. Everything came to this world because it came to the world and now he re-entered.
The bronze coffin that crosses the star field, I don’t know where it starts and where it ends, is full of too many secrets.
I don’t know how long it took for Ye Fan to wake up slowly. The sound of the Dao Tianji had already stopped, and it was extremely quiet and there was no sound at all.
There is no power of waste in the coffin, and time cannot continue to deprive him of his life. Ye Fan knew that he had bet right, and hundreds of words of ancient scriptures touched the ancient coffin.
Before entering the ancient forbidden area, he made all kinds of conjectures. Since even the wilderness is taboo to the ancient coffin and push it out of the abyss, it must be fearless of that kind of breath.
At the critical moment of life and death, his choice was right. He echoed the ancient coffin skyyin and entered this place, allowing him to escape.
Although time no longer eroded him, his condition was extremely bad, the scars of the Dao deteriorated, and the origin of his life was almost cut in half.
Moreover, at this time, his body was aging, his flesh and blood were dry, and he was almost exhausted, and he would reach the end of his life at any time.
If it weren't for the seeds of the Qilin magic medicine in his hand, he would have turned into a dry bone. The purple Qilin, which was not as big as a baby's fist, was dull and almost shriveled.
This is a luxury of squandering, and he is probably the only one who has ever done it in the world.
The peerless emperor, wearing the sacred clothes of ancient sages, could not approach the Holy Mountain. Even though Ye Fan had an unparalleled body, it would be almost impossible for him to get here and live until now without this seed.
This is the rarest holy object in the world!
Never die... Ye Fan felt guilty. The Immortal Medicine is unique in the world, and if he died, it would not be possible to reappear.
The world was silent. He looked out and did not see the white-haired man, nor did he see the figures of several others.
Does this ancient coffin really restrain them?
Although he was not dead, Ye Fan's life was dry and he was just using the Kirin seeds to prolong his life. The terrible scars of the Dao would take away his life at any time.
I was trapped here, how can I reach the top of the mountain?He felt that he had no strength to climb up. As long as he left the bronze coffin, he could not resist Huang's breath.
No, I have to go up, there is no time to delay, otherwise I will die here!Ye Fan was anxious.
If he had enough divine power, he could carry the bronze coffin to resist the invasion of time, but now his walking has become a problem.
What to do? The seeds of the Qilin are dry and it is difficult to absorb the essence of life. How should I go up?Ye Fan never felt helpless as he is now.
Death is so close to him that perhaps he will die before it gets dark, his life will dry up, and it will be difficult for him to continue to live.
Ye Fan stood up with difficulty and looked out. The nine huge dragon corpses in the ancient wood forest were like the Great Steel Wall. They have not rotted so far. The black light shone with a sense of strength, making people tremble.
Is this a real dragon?!
His voice trembled, and the nine corpses looked exactly the same as the real dragon, as powerful as the sky, but after experiencing too many things, he was already skeptical about the existence of the fairy spirit.
Maybe it's just a dragon that has evolved to the extreme realm.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth, held the Qilin seed in his hand and rushed out quickly, running towards the huge dragon corpse with shining scales. He was about to drink dragon blood to prolong his life.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Fan's fingers seemed to be slashing on the Ten Thousand Refining Divine Iron, which could not be cut open.
The injuries he suffered were too severe. After slashing a few times, he couldn't even shake a dragon scale. The terrifying scars of the road made him almost unable to stand.
He could not break the dragon corpse even if he tried his best, and his body became even older. He almost fell to the ground with his head down.Ye Fan used his last bit of strength to barely return to the copper coffin and fell to the ground, unable to move for a while.
Am I really going to die?
Ye Fan was sad, far away from his hometown, and came to the other side of the starry sky. He died in a place where no one knew, without relatives or friends, which was too sad.
If I die like this, who will shed a tear for me...
He couldn't even spread the news. Ten or a hundred years later, there would be only a white bone here. If a stunning and stunning figure could come here, he would only sigh.
Ye Fan really didn't want to die like this, and said to himself: What trump cards do I have to use on my own initiative?
He looked through his body, including the golden Taoist scriptures, the silver Source Book, the Bodhis seeds..., except for the shriveled unicorn seeds, it was difficult for him to save his life at this time.
bite
Suddenly, a crisp sound came, and a small clear stone fell to the ground. It was only as big as a knuckle, flowing colorful light, very crystal clear and beautiful.
Little Nannan... Seeing this little stone, Ye Fan suddenly thought of a little girl with unknown origin and a pity.
He moved his heart and put the colorful small stone into his palm, as a magic medicine to absorb the essence. With a brush, a seven-color light penetrated into his body.
This is... Ye Fan was surprised. He felt relieved and had a lot of strength.
He could hardly believe all this. What kind of stone is this? How could there be such pure vitality of life?He continued to absorb, and one after another of the colorful lights rushed into his body.
Ye Fan finally sat up, recovered some strength, and looked at the small stone incredibly. It was not an immortal medicine, but it had a powerful life essence.
Nannan... Ye Fan did not expect that the little stone that Nannan gave him saved his life at the critical moment, otherwise he would not have the strength to stand up.
They are not very tall, but they are majestic and bring endless pressure to people, as if the nine heavens and ten earths are standing in front of them.
When Ye Fan came to the foot of the mountain, he was dry and almost couldn't hold on. He looked up and felt cold all over. His cold eyes and terrifying figure made him feel like he fell into an ice cellar.
There were a few people standing side by side on the mountain, some of which were as white as snow, some of which were as black as waterfalls, and the mountain wind blew, and they were flying in a mess. Their eyes were cold, and they looked down at the bottom without any emotional fluctuations, and they were extremely cold.
What is this place?Ancient forbidden land!
The flesh and blood creatures cannot last forever, and even the ancient sages of the sages could not withstand erosion and flew away automatically, and they were unwilling to go in.
No one can stay here for a long time. Since ancient times, I don’t know how many peerless masters have been buried. Even the prosperous holy land has been destroyed and become ashes.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly became cold. He knew that he could not be a human at all, that was a terrible and mysterious slave, and the extraordinary hero of the world in the past.
Silently, there was another woman beside those people, with bright eyes and white teeth, slender necks, like lotus flowers coming out of water, and peerless.
She was dressed in white and was dancing in the mountain breeze, as if she was about to ride the wind, Fairy Guanghan was extraordinary and difficult to pick out flaws, just like a person in a painting.
Saint of Tianxuan!
Ye Fan felt awe-inspiring in his heart. The last time he encountered this woman and almost died. He was the number one beauty in the Eastern Wilderness six thousand years ago and also a fellow student of the old madman.
The five figures stand side by side, each with extraordinary momentum. Those who are not astonishing and talented as beautiful cannot become slaves. They are not people of the same era, but they must have been the only one in the world.
Perhaps, some of them can find records in ancient books, and it is very likely that they were the supreme masters who were earth-shaking and called the wind and rain on the mainland in the past.
Is God going to kill me?!Ye Fan sighed, he tried his best to finally approach the Holy Mountain. He never thought about meeting the shocking Huang Nu, how to fight?
Legend has it that the deserted slaves are not often born. Sometimes they may not climb up from the abyss for hundreds of years, but now five people appear at once.
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness, and he was in the ancient forbidden land three times and met the peerless slave twice. This was really a disaster.
At this moment, he was already in a state of dissatisfaction. Although the stone clothes and the cloaked treasure clothes were not broken, they could no longer resist the erosion of time.
The seeds of the Qilin were already sluggish, and Ye Fan extracted endless energy of life to support him in order to survive, but it was impossible for him to last for a long time.
The seeds of the magic medicine and his body are his biggest trump cards. They had already rushed to the holy mountain, but now such an incident has happened.
brush!
A figure floated down from the holy mountain like a ghost, and rushed straight to Ye Fan. His hair stood up all over his body, and a terrible aura rushed towards him.
Buzz!
At the critical moment, the golden blood of the holy body boiled. Even if the body aging, it still had endless potential, like the power of natural resistance to the wilderness.
Ye Fan was so energetic that he walked vigorously, and rushed to another holy mountain. He did not choose to leave, because in his current situation, he might have died of old age and become ashes before he left the forbidden area.
This is a middle-aged man with white hair as white as snow, heroic and majestic, with a temperament that he admires the world with no other than me. He thinks he must have been a shocking figure in the past.
He almost blocked Ye Fan's way in the blink of an eye, but he did not take action, staring at his wheel sea for a moment.
Ye Fan's heart was beating violently, as if he was staring at the ancient wild beast. His qi and blood were about to be evaporated, and his body seemed to be about to collapse.
What a powerful character this is?
Although he was in a bad state at this time, his flesh and blood were dry and his body was decayed, he was a holy body and he actually felt this way!
The white-haired man stepped forward, steady and firm, and every step seemed to be able to break the mountains, rivers and earth. Ye Fan found that the Futian Baoshi had cracked directly, and the stone clothes were even more shattered.
Peerless terrifying!
This middle-aged man is heroic and majestic, as if he can dominate the world, and is coming forward calmly, as if a great mountain is pressing towards Ye Fan to crush him.
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and the golden blood qi rushed out, walking around his body, the potential of the immortal body surged, resisting disasters.
At the same time, he was solemn in treasure and recited strange scriptures, resounding through the world, like thunder coming to the world, shaking ancient trees clattering and chaotic leaves flying.
He vibrated with the golden blood of the holy body. This was his last peerless trump card that he could actively cast. This was the hundreds of words ancient scriptures in the bronze ancient coffin.
From the past to the present, he had never understood it. When he roared out, it did not turn into a sound, but was just a fluctuation.
This scripture does not exist in the world, and it cannot be revealed whether it is written or recited, and outsiders cannot understand it.
Suddenly, the same scriptures rang out on the hillside not far away, which was even louder than his, covering the world, as if explaining the truth of the great way.
The sound of heaven is like thunder, but only Ye Fan can hear it clearly. This is exactly the same as his scriptures, and it turns into a kind of heavenly power, and others cannot understand its meaning.
Ye Fan ignored the rest and rushed straight to the hillside. Regardless of whether the white-haired man followed or not, the only ancient coffin existed in his heart.
At this time, his consciousness was a little blurred and he would fall to the ground at any time and he would not care about anything else.
In the ancient wood forest halfway up the mountain, a huge bronze ancient coffin is quietly placed there, showing the vicissitudes and longevity, as if connecting the ancient times.
The bronze coffin fell sideways, and the coffin lid slid beside it. Ye Fan swayed and came close to him and rushed in at once. He could no longer hold on.
Am I going to die?No, I can't die!
He held the seeds of the Qilin magic medicine in his arms, and the only trace of blood overflowed, luring the essence of life into his body. He gritted his teeth and prevented himself from falling into a coma.
But his condition was really bad. Even though his will was as strong as iron, he could not hold on. The scars of the road broke and expanded suddenly, and he almost fell directly.
Ye Fan finally fainted, the cracks in the great way deepened, his spirit and body lived up to the heavy load, and he fell into the ancient coffin.
After more than five years, nearly six years, he entered the bronze coffin again. Everything came to this world because it came to the world and now he re-entered.
The bronze coffin that crosses the star field, I don’t know where it starts and where it ends, is full of too many secrets.
I don’t know how long it took for Ye Fan to wake up slowly. The sound of the Dao Tianji had already stopped, and it was extremely quiet and there was no sound at all.
There is no power of waste in the coffin, and time cannot continue to deprive him of his life. Ye Fan knew that he had bet right, and hundreds of words of ancient scriptures touched the ancient coffin.
Before entering the ancient forbidden area, he made all kinds of conjectures. Since even the wilderness is taboo to the ancient coffin and push it out of the abyss, it must be fearless of that kind of breath.
At the critical moment of life and death, his choice was right. He echoed the ancient coffin skyyin and entered this place, allowing him to escape.
Although time no longer eroded him, his condition was extremely bad, the scars of the Dao deteriorated, and the origin of his life was almost cut in half.
Moreover, at this time, his body was aging, his flesh and blood were dry, and he was almost exhausted, and he would reach the end of his life at any time.
If it weren't for the seeds of the Qilin magic medicine in his hand, he would have turned into a dry bone. The purple Qilin, which was not as big as a baby's fist, was dull and almost shriveled.
This is a luxury of squandering, and he is probably the only one who has ever done it in the world.
The peerless emperor, wearing the sacred clothes of ancient sages, could not approach the Holy Mountain. Even though Ye Fan had an unparalleled body, it would be almost impossible for him to get here and live until now without this seed.
This is the rarest holy object in the world!
Never die... Ye Fan felt guilty. The Immortal Medicine is unique in the world, and if he died, it would not be possible to reappear.
The world was silent. He looked out and did not see the white-haired man, nor did he see the figures of several others.
Does this ancient coffin really restrain them?
Although he was not dead, Ye Fan's life was dry and he was just using the Kirin seeds to prolong his life. The terrible scars of the Dao would take away his life at any time.
I was trapped here, how can I reach the top of the mountain?He felt that he had no strength to climb up. As long as he left the bronze coffin, he could not resist Huang's breath.
No, I have to go up, there is no time to delay, otherwise I will die here!Ye Fan was anxious.
If he had enough divine power, he could carry the bronze coffin to resist the invasion of time, but now his walking has become a problem.
What to do? The seeds of the Qilin are dry and it is difficult to absorb the essence of life. How should I go up?Ye Fan never felt helpless as he is now.
Death is so close to him that perhaps he will die before it gets dark, his life will dry up, and it will be difficult for him to continue to live.
Ye Fan stood up with difficulty and looked out. The nine huge dragon corpses in the ancient wood forest were like the Great Steel Wall. They have not rotted so far. The black light shone with a sense of strength, making people tremble.
Is this a real dragon?!
His voice trembled, and the nine corpses looked exactly the same as the real dragon, as powerful as the sky, but after experiencing too many things, he was already skeptical about the existence of the fairy spirit.
Maybe it's just a dragon that has evolved to the extreme realm.
Ye Fan gritted his teeth, held the Qilin seed in his hand and rushed out quickly, running towards the huge dragon corpse with shining scales. He was about to drink dragon blood to prolong his life.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Fan's fingers seemed to be slashing on the Ten Thousand Refining Divine Iron, which could not be cut open.
The injuries he suffered were too severe. After slashing a few times, he couldn't even shake a dragon scale. The terrifying scars of the road made him almost unable to stand.
He could not break the dragon corpse even if he tried his best, and his body became even older. He almost fell to the ground with his head down.Ye Fan used his last bit of strength to barely return to the copper coffin and fell to the ground, unable to move for a while.
Am I really going to die?
Ye Fan was sad, far away from his hometown, and came to the other side of the starry sky. He died in a place where no one knew, without relatives or friends, which was too sad.
If I die like this, who will shed a tear for me...
He couldn't even spread the news. Ten or a hundred years later, there would be only a white bone here. If a stunning and stunning figure could come here, he would only sigh.
Ye Fan really didn't want to die like this, and said to himself: What trump cards do I have to use on my own initiative?
He looked through his body, including the golden Taoist scriptures, the silver Source Book, the Bodhis seeds..., except for the shriveled unicorn seeds, it was difficult for him to save his life at this time.
bite
Suddenly, a crisp sound came, and a small clear stone fell to the ground. It was only as big as a knuckle, flowing colorful light, very crystal clear and beautiful.
Little Nannan... Seeing this little stone, Ye Fan suddenly thought of a little girl with unknown origin and a pity.
He moved his heart and put the colorful small stone into his palm, as a magic medicine to absorb the essence. With a brush, a seven-color light penetrated into his body.
This is... Ye Fan was surprised. He felt relieved and had a lot of strength.
He could hardly believe all this. What kind of stone is this? How could there be such pure vitality of life?He continued to absorb, and one after another of the colorful lights rushed into his body.
Ye Fan finally sat up, recovered some strength, and looked at the small stone incredibly. It was not an immortal medicine, but it had a powerful life essence.
Nannan... Ye Fan did not expect that the little stone that Nannan gave him saved his life at the critical moment, otherwise he would not have the strength to stand up.
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