Chapter 721 The Holy Emperor of the Sun
The night is deep... The wheel of jade friends hang high in the sky, and the wing-colored ocean in the distance is undulating... The island is plain and hazy, the cliff is a strange stone, and the old medicine welcomes the moon.
Tang Gu, the six-foot golden mulberry immortal tree is bright, illuminating the night sky. The old man in blue under the tree is independent, full of confusion and does not respond to Ye Fan.
In front of him, an old sarcophagus was full of a strange smell, and everything on the island became strange because of this.
Above the golden mulberry tree, an ancient hall is located, looming, towering and magnificent, magnificent.
The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to have lost his soul, and his whole body was muddle-headed, without any fluctuation of mind, like a wooden stake.
"Senior!" Ye Fan raised his voice, and the one-armed old man took a few more steps.
In front of the Fusang Tree, the flames are soaring, the holy power of the sun is running, and the sarcophagus is intible. No monk can approach it, and I don't know how many people are thinking about the undead tree, but they can only stop.
In particular, the Jinwu clan approached several times and was forced back by the one-armed old man and the sarcophagus. The dormant fierce man will hurt people at any time, and no one dares to act rashly.
"What are you talking about?" Some people said coldly that when they saw Ye Fan walking forward and approaching the old man in Tsing Yi, they were afraid that they would really get something.
"We don't care about anything else. This Fusang god tree belongs to my Jinwu family. No one wants to make a random idea!" An old man said.
And next to him, the eight princes of the Jinwu nationality were all murderous and gathered forward, trying to trap Ye Fan in the middle and kill him immediately.
Li Tian and Yan flew over the goddess furnace overnight, sneered in the air, and looked down at them. The crow and two old golden crows flew down, holding black-winged golden mirrors, and came to deter them.
The son of Taiyin and the three missing Taoists also flew, holding the ancient holy soldiers to help. The people in the Guanghan Palace surrounded Yi Qingwu and celebrated her return, and there was no action for the time being.
As for other major forces, such as the Renwang Hall, Ziwei Shenchao, etc., they looked on coldly and temporarily made a statement.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense. It had been a long time since the war. It was only because Yi Qingwu was out of trouble that it eased. At this time, there will be beacon smoke.
Of course, there have been battles in the ancient hall, where most of the strong are concentrated. At this time, they are still fighting. People think of getting the Taoist inheritance of the ancient emperor of the human race.
Now, the fire of war has finally spread to the undead tree, and a golden black silent move turned into a golden light to hit Ye Fan.
"The princes of the Jinwu nationality took action!" Someone exclaimed.
This clan, one of ten princes, are all patriarchal figures, extremely prosperous, shocking the past and the present, no master of a big force can have such a group of terrible children.
The eighth prince of the Jinwu clan took action. This is a young man in his twenties. His cultivation is unfathomable. He flew out of the fire, burned the sky, and covered Ye Fan below.
However, what people didn't expect was that Ye Fan did not hide at all. There was no damage at all in the bath.
He ran the ancient scriptures of the sun, strode forward, and approached the old man in blue step by step. Even the real fire of the sun overflowing from the divine tree could not hurt him for the time being.
"The Jinwu family is nothing more than that!,,
Someone sneered secretly, which was obviously provoking, trying to let them do their best to deal with Ye Fan and prevent him from moving forward smoothly, because no one knew what he had to do with the one-armed old man.
"The Jinwu clan is known as the descendant of the immortals. I don't think so. I was beheaded by the nine princes, and now the great enemy is in front of me, machine..."
"Wow"
A sun and fire spirit flew out, interrupting the words of the dark insider, replaced by a scream, and the provocate was dyed to ashes on the spot.
The corners of the mouth of the second prince of the Jinwu nationality only showed a sneer. All this was insignificant to him, but it shocked everyone.
"Oh, my God, this is the holy power of the sun to the extreme, and a trace of sun fire spirit was born. He actually refined it into this kind of thing!"
"It's okay to find a capable position. Raise your hand and burn it into ashes. The second prince of the Jinwu nationality is terrible."
The world said that the ten princes of Jinwu were strong, and the land crow was the most, but after seeing the second prince urging the sun fire essence, many people were extremely suspicious.
This kind of fire essence can burn the peerless master to death, and the general power is difficult to resist. How terrible is such a person?
Many people stared at the second prince of Jinwu, but his face was calm, and the eldest prince of Jinwu was respected in the field, which was even more awe-inspiring.
"Gentlemen, stand back. Today, we will kill this person and dare to kill my direct descendants of Jinwu. The resurrection of the ancient emperor of the sun can't save him!"
A prince of the Jinwu clan opened his mouth, and they dispersed and surrounded the Fusang Golden Tree and Ye Fan in the center.
"You Jinwu people have too much appetite. Obviously, they want to swallow it alone. This is the immortal tree!" Someone sneered in the dark.
"This tree is the habitat of the ancestors of my Jinwu family. Is there any doubt about this?" A prince of the Jinwu nationality opened his mouth.
"What evidence do you have to say that it is the divine tree of your ancestors?" People in the dark sneered.
"That's the evidence!" The crow in the sky opened its mouth, pointing to the lush golden leaves, and a black nest was faintly visible.
"It's useless to say that there was a Jinwu nest on it, which can't prove anything. Everyone knows that the Fusang god tree accompanies the ancient emperor of the sun and belongs to the human race." A living fossil in the palace of the king opened his mouth.
The Hall of the King of People is one of the oldest inheritances of the human race. At this time, they expressed their position, which made the atmosphere of the scene suddenly delicate.
The ten princes of the Jinwu ethnic group stood up. He was the youngest, young and rude. He said, "In all kinds of myths and legends, Fusang and Jinwu are inseparable. Even our clan suspects that the ancient emperor of the sun is the ancestor of my Jinwu ethnic group."
"I regret..." Li Tian laughed, looked down at the bottom with the goddess furnace in his hand, and said, "Why don't you say that the ancestor of the human king's hall, the founder of the wide cold sky, the ancestor of the purple god, and the old man of Bajing Palace are all the incarnations of your ancestors."
Who owns the Fusang God Tree? The people present are nervous and alert, and all the big forces want to grab it.
But people know that there is definitely no family that can monopolize it. It can only be divided by everyone. In the end, it's just a question of how much you can get. Now the toughness is to get more in the future.
"I think these can be discussed later." The eldest prince of the Jinwu nationality opened his mouth. He was very calm. He was over 50 years old, with a blonde hair shawl. He was an old Taoist priest.
"Yes, please take a look at it now. Let's get rid of the great enemy of our clan first." The second prince of the Jinwu nationality nodded and looked at Ye Fan in front of him.
"If you want to kill me, then come here first." Ye Fan turned around and said.
At this time, he had come to the old man in Tsing Yi. Everyone was shocked. The sarcophagus was there, and some people tried to attack with holy soldiers and were blocked back.
Ye Fan was fearless. Naturally, because of the rust of copper, the two old people seemed to feel the unusualness of this place and never flew into its sea.
The sarcophagus is terrible, and every ray of air overflowing is enough to wipe out a peerless figure. It is displayed so quietly and extremely mysterious.
"Guys, it's time to take action!" Some people of the Jinwu ethnic group shouted that they felt bad. Ye Fan really approached the old man in Tsing Yi without fear of terrible pressure, which was not a good omen.
Other people were also surprised. Ye Fan came to the undead tree and let the sun and fire water him, which was not damaged at all. Two pieces of old copper helped him block it.
"bu array lines, kill him here!" The eldest prince of the Jinwu nationality shouted that although he was in his fifties, there was a sharp spirit that young people could not compare with. He hunted in Taoist clothes, his blonde hair was scattered, and his eyes were very cold.
" Lou!"
In addition to the land crow, the eight princes of Jinwu all stood in a specific position, and a complex pattern spread out under their feet, moving the sky and the earth.
"What, this is the ancient divine array of the Jinwu people!"
Each of the eight Jinwu holds an ancient flag, written by the saint! This is to kill, not giving Ye Fan a chance at all, and at the same time, he is planning and acting to seize the divine tree.
"They actually laid out this divine pattern. This is an ancient killing array. The peerless god king will drink hatred when he is trapped!"
People are horrified. This is the town teaching array of the Jinwu people. It has not been born once in tens of thousands of years, but it was laid out for Ye Fan.
"Boom!"
A ocean-like power is surging, the dark clouds are rolling, and the magic clouds are surging, drowning this place all of a sudden!
The eight flags are as dark as ink, like the eight ancient gods and demons, which are terrible and boundless. Standing there, they have the power to cross three thousand boundaries.
At this moment, a terrible light rose in this ancient killing array, which was blazing and frightening. A golden figure appeared. In the dark clouds that swallowed the sky, he was extremely tall and shrugged into the magic cloud, and his eyes shot out golden light up to dozens of miles between opening and closing!
"That's... the great saint of the Jinwu nationality!"
"This ancient killing array is so terrible that it summoned the great saint of the Jinwu clan!"
The horrible air machine came out, which made many people in Tanggu fall softly on the ground on the spot, and they couldn't stand at all. The unruly and unruly power of heaven and earth made everyone scared!
Only the great forces holding holy soldiers can keep calm, and without being shocked and soft, no one else can move.
"What are the Jinwu people going to do?!, people are extremely shocked.
In order to deal with a Ye Fan? It's really a big deal. This is the Zhenjiao array of the Jinwu clan. It's enough to kill the peerless god king.
This is not an imitation ancient flag, but the original flag of the real ancient killing array, which is actually clothed here today.
"The Jinwu clan wants to swallow the mulberry tree alone!" Someone drank too much.
Li Tian and Yan Yixi even expressed their position as actions. The first one took action and sacrificed the goddess furnace and bombarded forward.
"Gentlemen, I can assure you that this is just to kill Ye Fan, please watch!" The crow spoke at the right time, and sacrificed the black wings and the golden sharp. After him, the two old golden crows also helped each other to fight against the goddess furnace.
Originally, everyone else wanted to take action, but then stopped.
"Boom"
In the sky, the dark clouds are rolling, the magic fog is soaring, and the heavens and the earth are dark. Just like in the ancient years, a golden figure stands in the clouds, and the eyes are frightening, more dazzling than the sun!
He has already taken action and stepped forward to suppress Ye Fan. The great power of the world shocked nine days and ten earth, and it was far from it.
Ye Fan was not surprised. He stood calmly in front of the one-armed old man without any fear. He secretly sent a voice to Yi Qingwu and said, "If you return Guang Hanque to you, can you cooperate with the goddess furnace and kill the ten princes and the elders of the Jinwu nationality?"
"That's impossible. The black-winged golden mirror is a holy soldier, and the ancient killing array is even more terrible!" Yi Qing dances ice muscles and jade bones, curling Nana, like a fairy under the divine moon.
"Forget it then." Ye Fan said.
"Who am I, who am I? The one-armed old man in Tsing Yi asked himself, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and he suddenly raised his head and picked up the sarcophagus.
The golden black god of war in the sky, standing in the dark clouds, oppressing the nine heavens, but in the face of God's thoughts and sarcophagus, he was extremely dignified and no longer moved forward.
"Nine heavens and ten earths, I am the only one who respects me, sweeps three thousand worlds, reverses the six reincarnations, I am the holy emperor of the sun!"
The one-armed old man in blue held the sarcophagus and said slowly. At this moment, it seemed to shake the three worlds and six paths. The whole vast black North Sea waves hit the sky, and the clouds in all directions collapsed.