Chapter 1612 The First Robbery Star
Ye Fan is still alive, but he is exhausted and doesn't want to move. Not only his body, but also his mind is almost exhausted.
This battle was too tragic for him, especially when he saw the body and blood of Ji Zi and Jiang Taixu in a trance, which made him sad and wandered for many years, but it was difficult to move.
The war on that day caused the ruins of blood and bones. The emperor passed away, the heroes died, and the heaven and the earth were full of blood.
Ye Fan's bloody battle in the cosmic battlefield played a great role in that battle, helping the two emperors and launching two vital strikes, which led to the fall of the Lord of Reincarnation and the Light and Dark Supreme.
Relatively speaking, he can be said to be an ant. At the critical moment, the price he paid was too great. The immortal tripod was broken, and he was even more bloodshed.
not only that, Daoyan's fairy clothes also exploded, turned into fragments, stained with his blood, and was extremely gorgeous at that moment.
The reason why he survived was that the gods in Daoyan's fairy clothes protected him with a trace of spiritual knowledge and blocked the earth-shaking blood light of destruction with dozens of fragments.
The two great holy bodies have become blood mud, and the bones are splashed everywhere. Of course, his body can't be preserved, and it has become blood mud and mixed together. But the two bodies are also like divine clothes, blocking too much killing and destruction for him.
They are of the same origin, their common body, the blood mud of the Dacheng Holy Body protected a drop of true blood for him, was included in the blood mud, and was never cut off by the supreme murderous spirit.
The little nurse came and cried between the blood mud and the golden fragments of the Taoist disaster. Tears were like rain and extremely sad. Those tears were equivalent to the elixir of immortality, protecting his last indelible mark.
It was only at that time that he didn't have the ability to open his mouth, and his whole body fell into boundless darkness. Maybe it was death, and he stepped into that field.
He didn't know what happened after the emperor's war. The fragments of fairy clothes sailed to the distance with the remnants of blood and bones, floating in the darkness and cold. Constantly going away, isolated from the outside world.
I don't know how many years he spent in the silence, and his immortal consciousness was mixed with a drop of real blood. He was protected, preserved, and spent in the dark.
Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years. In the dark, he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it. Dizziness.
Later, he heard a passage, which echoed in the immortal consciousness, deafening, gradually led him back, and slowly recovered. It was the hundreds of ancient scriptures recorded in the bronze coffin pulled by Kowloon, which made him immortal.
Later, he had real perception. At that time, the word "the person" was in operation, and he was reborn with a drop of blood. To nourish and re-enour his body.
And it was also at that time that he found a green lotus accompanying him, spilling some light and rain, which actually contained the essence of his blood. He participated in the repair of his body, and his real body gradually grew.
At the same time, his divine consciousness is the same, guided by the fairy scriptures in the ancient bronze coffin, and under the restoration of the word formula. Under the nourishment of green lotus, it grows slowly.
Decades ago, he had a real body, which was his own flesh and blood. He was strong and immortal, and even if he hit a meteorite, he would not die. But it only stopped here. He had no law fluctuations and no holy order.
He seems to be made of divine gold. It is strong and not bad, but he can't operate the secret skills of the past. He fights for the supreme blood. He is extremely fierce under the war, and the fragments of the road are invisible.
In those years, he couldn't even move. Maybe there were fragments of Dharma hidden in flesh and blood, but they could not be used by him. He could only travel alone and float in the dark cosmic wilderness.
During this period, he seemed to see half of the void mirror accompanied by a remnant body. It was the void, or the Jizi, or the Yellow Emperor, which made him want to roar, but he could only watch and couldn't move. He watched them go away and be buried in the cold.
Similarly, he also saw the blood and bones of Emperor Hengyu and Jiang Taixu, as well as many fragments of imperial weapons, stained with blood, which made him feel very sorry, but there was nothing he could do.
In recent years, he can only move, but he still can't fly on his own. His physical condition is not very good. Later, he fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until he fell on the big star.
After so many years, he doesn't know what the outside world is like, where his deceased is, and he doesn't even know the result of the dark turmoil.
Now, on weekdays, he will still be accompanied by the pain of tearing bones. The yuan god seems to be cut by one knife, and the bones seem to be crushed by the fragments of the road to turn into powder. This is the end of the war with the ancient supreme. Although he survived, it is very miserable.
He is drowsy, physically and mentally tired, and has a kind of heartache. Did Jizi die like that? Can't the God King in White appear? And Gai Jiuyou, who dares to fight with me in his life is still shaking his mind.
Many people have gone far away, and even the last goodbye is just staggered in the cold universe, and they can't put away blood and bones for them.
"I'm home. This is my home."
The teenager's name is Bai Ye, a very strange and literal and ordinary name. He is cheerful and optimistic. He is only 14 years old this year, but he is more powerful than adults. Otherwise, Ye Fan could not be carried back to the village from the mountains.
These are several very ordinary stone tile houses, facing a fish pond, located in the east of the village. The furniture in the house is very old. It has been some years, but it is very quiet.
Bai Ye's eyes were clear, and he handed over a dry towel to let Ye Fan wipe his face, and then brought a pile of dry and soft quilts to let him recuperate.
Ye Fan silently took it over, wiped off the mud, changed into a semi-new shirt, and sat there in a daze.
His head still hurts. When he tries to operate his consciousness and wants to recover himself, it will always be like this. The ancient supreme emperor has caused him great damage. Even if the real body is immortal, there is also a big problem.
If an ordinary person has already disappeared, he can survive because all kinds of reasons are combined with everything.
After so many years, Ye Fan really wanted to cross the wilderness again and rush to the sky, but he could never control his body. He vaguely felt that there should be a strong force in the flesh and blood, which had been running all the time, but not for him.
"Ah, why does it grow on the kang?" At this moment, the young man Bai Ye exclaimed that the green lotus actually took root on the earthen kang and grew up.
It only has three leaves, no thick root system, and has such a strong vitality in a place where there is no water, which is jaw-dropping and unbelievable.
The white old man opened his mouth and resisted what he wanted to say.
Ye Fan pulled it up, went to the pond in front of the house, and put it in. As a result, it was still the same. In an instant, he took root and implanted it in the water. It was looming, and there was a trace of white fog.
"You can rest assured to heal your wounds here." The young man smiled like sunshine in the white night.
"Thank you." Ye Fan opened his mouth. Although his consciousness was cut by a knife, in a short time, he still captured their divine thoughts and understood the language on the stars.
Perhaps, this is also the hope and signal that he can recover.
"You're welcome." The teenager scratched his head, with simplicity in the sun.
At this time, the old man brought a bowl of hot soup for Ye Fan to drink. Although he knew that he might be amazing, he still sent the water of these mortals.
"Is the dark turmoil over?" Ye Fan put away his thoughts and asked, this is the problem he is most concerned about at present. In the past, many people gave too much in World War I, and the result... made people desperate. At this time, his voice was a little trembling.
It was a bloody battle between him and Ji Zi, Jiang Taixu and others trying to change the cruel reality. The Void Emperor, Gai Jiuyou... Many people died. What happened? It was frightening.
"What kind of turmoil? Do you mean that Qiongqi was born and chaos was destroyed? They never appeared." The teenager said.
"I mean, is there a blood disaster on this star, and there is an ancient supreme coming." Ye Fan asked, because he had seen that the old man was a monk, and although the teenager did not know magic, his physique was very strong, and he was not an ordinary person. He should know the things in the world of practice.
The grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other in consterious faces, and shook their heads together, indicating that they didn't know what he was talking about.
"Are you... from the outside world?" After a while, the old man asked hesitantly.
Ye Fan was stunned, and soon he learned what kind of place this was. He was isolated from the universe and blocked by chaotic fog. This is a strange star domain.
"Does the dark turmoil you mean the flying fairy battlefield? Don't worry, as long as you don't take the initiative to participate in the war, generally speaking, the people inside will not come out, and blood disasters are rare." The young white night road.
"Flying Fairy Battlefield?!" The name is easy to make people think a lot, and Ye Fan's dim eyes emit an amazing beam of light.
"Here, it's over there. We live on the side, next to it." The white night points to the distance. It is a gray land, and at the end is the flying fairy battlefield.
"Many powerful people will come here to fight, all from the outside world..." After Ye Fan learned this, he whispered to himself, never rested, and went straight out.
"Ye, are you in good health? It's very dangerous there. It's extremely mysterious to cut people's cultivation." The white night shouted.
"I just want to climb the mountain to have a look." Ye Fan said that there was no problem with his action, but he could not fly, and his own fragments of Dharma were imprisoned in flesh and blood.
Bai Ye followed him and was worried. He climbed a mountain peak with him and looked at the flying fairy battlefield. There were many light spots at the end of the gray earth, like a divine earth recovering.
"Our star is called the first disaster star, and the area is vast, much larger than the human habitat, occupying a quarter of the territory of this star."
The first disaster star, a very strange name...
Ye Fan heard it and calculated silently in his heart. This is a continent that is more open than the eastern wilderness, which is really a vast battlefield.
In the loom, he can sense a mysterious fluctuation there, spreading out, and the battlefield condenses one rune after another, branding into the mountains and rivers.
"Look, the Feixian battlefield is recovering, and it will bear a terrible battle of hunting, duel and encirclement. It is said that every time the outside world comes to a golden world, it will come to our Feixian battlefield duel. Everyone is a peerless master." The young man Bai Ye said happily and yearned for it.
"Really, are you going to see a lot of old friends so soon?" Ye Fan whispered, the fragments of Dharma and Taoism were not obvious, and there was a lack of brilliance in his eyes, but it was more profound.