Chapter 1797 Conquest

Ye Fan's divine mind was so powerful that even if the palace built by the ancient emperor laid endless runes, he could not stop him. In an instant, he knew who was inside.

"How are you two after many years of separation?"

"Brother Ye is really you?" The door of the ancient hall was pushed open, and a man came out. He was tall and straight, and his body was as strong as a dragon. His long hair was loose and thick, but a few sps of white hair were mixed in it.

"Demon God?" Long Ma was surprised and saw it on the ancient road of the starry sky.

"Southern Demon." The Black Emperor sighed that one of the heroes of the Big Dipper in those years had been separated for so many years, and now they have only met again, which makes people sigh for the years.

At that time, the southern demon was prosperous and vigorous. Now, although his blood is still strong and he has become a peerless strong man, he is more than 6,000 years old.

Ye Fan also sighed in his heart. The last farewell on the ancient road of the starry sky, until today, we met again. It has been thousands of years in a flash. If ordinary people had already become dust.

The southern demon is extremely powerful, which can be called the top combat power in the world, and it is also an alternative Taoist.

There is another person behind him. She is beautiful and beautiful, but her head has turned into white hair. Although she keeps her face young with mana, she has obviously suffered an impact in the years.

It was Qi Qi, the princess of Nanling, Qi Qi, who was the disaster in those years.

Seeing each other again makes people speechless for a long time.

Shaohua is easy to die, and beauty is easy to grow old.

When peerless beauties can't resist the years and grow old in the wind and frost, this is the most cruel thing for them. Who can understand the feeling of watching youth go away and the root of Hua?

"Ye Fan." Qi misfortune sighed gently and wanted to say something, but he could no longer open his mouth.

She is not as strong as the southern demon. For more than 6,000 years, the traces on her body are relatively more obvious, and the blood is not so strong.

The Nanyao brothers and sisters came to meet each other.

Ye Fan detained a meteorite, cut the stone into a table and a stone pier, took out the wine, and chat with two old friends here.

"Have you become the emperor?" The southern demon was surprised, and then relieved.

They have been trapped 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 hall can be isolated from the world. But the southern demon is very human and will not lose his temper.

"It's a good feeling to see you after so many years." Ye Fan said.

As there will be fewer and fewer familiar people, he will eventually lose in the years. He cherishes every old friend and doesn't want them to have accidents.

"This is the soul pool left by the immortal emperor."

"I already know." Ye Fan nodded.

The southern demon told the story. In those years, they found the ancient temple in the void of the universe. When they entered the middle, they found that the immortal emperor had understood the place of the retreat, which shocked them.

The brother and sister practiced here, but they never thought that with the deepening of their cultivation, the ancient hall would be activated, the soul pool would break the void, and the devil's fog would also appear, surrounding this place and trap them.

Fortunately, the ancient temple is special, which can prevent corruption from approaching.

With the deepening of the southern demon's cultivation, in recent years, he felt confident to leave, but he felt the beauty of the soul pool and did not want to leave easily.

Ye Fan sighed that the corruption here is extremely strong, which can hurt the supreme. The southern demon's cultivation to this point is really amazing, and it has become a different way.

As the Black Emperor speculated, the Soul Pool is the soul remnant of the immortal emperor, which is left after metamorphosis.

Ye Fan stood in front of the pool for a long time, and then walked around the ancient hall, deeply feeling the horror of the immortal emperor, which was an unimaginable enemy.

They have been together here for a long time, and the disaster is very silent. The once peerless goddess, her youth is fading, which makes her sad. It is unspeakable to see her old friend again. It was not until she left that she sighed, "You haven't changed much."

Ye Fan saw them leave. When he was about to disappear into the galaxy, Nan Yao turned around and said, "Brother Ye, this may be the last time we meet. take care!"

Ye Fan silently sighed. If there was no accident, the southern demon chose to be self-contained, and it would not reappear until thousands of generations later.

"Goodbye!"

On the way back, Ye Fan was very silent. After a long time, the Black Emperor said, "Let's go again. Anyway, it's all right."

Ye Fan nodded. Seeking the way of eternal life can't be realized by retreating. In ancient times, so many people have been stuck. Naturally, he doesn't think that he can break the sky by burying his head in enlightenment.

This trip has been more than half a year. They have passed through many galaxies, causing a great sensation. The emperor of heaven paraded, which made all ethnic groups in awe. Many ethnic groups came out to welcome him and invited him in, but they were politely rejected.

Along the way, they saw a lot and sighed in their hearts that this glorious world is coming to an end, and it is really coming to an end.

Zhang Bairen, Taichu and others have long disappeared. It is said that they have been self-imated. They want to keep their hopes and ambitions for this life in the future, hoping to return against the sky.

Then, they saw that some amazing bloodlines had gone to decline in their old age, and more people began to grow old, showing fatigue.

"Is our youth finally coming to an end in this prosperous era?"

"Haha, the most brilliant life, the most glorious era, what did I see? However, there was nothing left. We finally passed by in such a hurry, a passer-by, that's all!"

Someone was laughing, and tears flowed out.

The autumn wind rises, the yellow leaves wither, and a prosperous era is coming to an end.

The stars are bright, and the once shining people can't open their eyes. So many people with emperors compete for hegemony. In the end, only one emperor stands in the nine heavens and looks down at many general stars.

The stars are dim, and the heroes are gloomy.

Since the mythical era, there has been a prophecy that the real fairy road will be opened in this life, and the glorious road leads to the other bank to a world of immortality.

However, this is also empty, leaving people with too many regrets. The fairyland is so far away.

Supreme blood and tears, outstanding grief, all of this ends in the mythical era of the world, countless strong people splashed blood in the starry sky and died in the struggle for hegemony in the world.

Too many heavenly prides are buried in the galaxy. The six-thousand-year war, the six-thousand-year glory may continue for ten thousand years, but the end is going to end, and no one can stop it.

"I wrote a sonorous war song with blood, I shined with my life, and finally listened to a sad song of the world. Is this the end?"

Many people look up and ask the sky.

In those years, the outstanding people were all energetic, but now they are all white roots, and many people have died, and the rest of them have been stained with the years.

"That's it... Is it over? I don't want to, how can I do in the golden age!"

Long songs cry, heroes shed tears.

How can I forget, how can I let it go? A big world is coming to an end like this. The magnificent people are getting old, and they are about to end!

After a great life, see the prosperity of a lifetime, like fireworks blooming, to wither like this.

Ye Fan marched, saying less and less, and the more he saw, the more silent he became. Is he finally going to send this life away?

"Look, the Emperor of Heaven is seeing us off, haha..." Someone laughed, and tears had already flowed for a long time.

"Yes, the Emperor of Heaven is practicing in our practice. He once competed with our generation. Hey, haha... Farewell to this life!" Sad laughter in the sky, staggering far away.

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Ye Fan and others went all the way to the ancient land where they had fought in the past. It was a star domain that had been broken in the era of darkness and turmoil, and it was dilapidated.

At that time, Ye Fan had never become an emperor. He fought with a cavity of blood and threw himself into the battlefield like a moth to the fire with a heart of death.

Looking back, there was blood all the way.

There are remnants here, countless star ruins, and the ancient land is stained red with the blood of all kinds of creatures, and it has still never dried up.

Dreams break the stars and earth, the people who used to be can never come back.

"Jizi, how I hope you can live. You and I also have a drink with the Holy Prince." Ye Fan whispered.

He thought a lot, as well as the god king in white who was like a teacher, and the unparalleled sick old man Gai Jiuyou. They paid too much.

"How can I forget that the Holy Emperor of the Sun is in turmoil, even if there is only one piece of human skin left, he will return to fight against the sky until the blood is dry." Long Ma also sighed softly.

In those years, in the purple star field, the skin of the human emperor reappeared. Even if he died, he had to protect the creature of an ancient star. Finally, the last drop of blood and tears flowed in his eyes before falling.

"There is also the Void Emperor, who has been calming the turmoil all his life until he died. In this life, I still have to shed the last drop of blood, and in the end, I will only be accompanied by half of the mirror.

Talking about the past, they sighed for a while.

Even Ye Fan also has great sadness, which is difficult to suppress.

Suddenly, the Black Emperor stopped, and the dragon horse also turned his head. Only Ye Fan did not stop and continued to walk along the bloody battlefield, where there was a figure.

"It's you." Ye Fan recognized her as Xia Jiuyou, the only disciple of the old man Gai Jiuyou.

In the past, she was a talented girl. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was enough to compete with the golden-winged Xiaopeng King, Yaoguang, Ye Fan and others, which shocked the eastern wilderness.

In the past, she was wayward and unruly, but she was defeated by Ye Fan and was taught a hard lesson.

Many years have passed, and this talented girl has changed a lot. She has already grown up, dressed in white like snow, and her face is full of sadness.

Xia Jiuyou is beautiful and touching. She has reached the quasi-imperial realm for thousands of years, and her strength is extremely amazing, but there are still one or two wisps of white hair in her hair.

"Why are you... here?" Seeing her, Ye Fan inevitably thought of Gai Invincible, and his heart was very sad. He still remembered the tragic scene of the old man who straightened his back, brilliance, and shouted "Who dares to fight with me".

"I'm looking for a master..." Xia Jiuyou said, with tears on his face, very sad.

For so many years, she has been looking for him in the universe. She doesn't believe that the master has died. He is her only relative and wants to find him.

Ye Fan's heart is bitter and his nose is sore. Even if he is the emperor of heaven, it is difficult to hide this emotion. In the past, he woke up three hundred years after the end of the dark turmoil. He once searched like crazy, but he didn't get anything after all.

Unexpectedly, there is another person who is more persistent than him. He has been looking for more than 5,000 years, and he is still looking for him!

"The old man doesn't want you to be like this..." Ye Fan advised sadly in his heart.

"The master is with me, and he will come back. I found part of it." Xia Jiuyou said sadly.

"You..."

"Unfortunately, I only found a drop of the master's blood." Xia Jiuyou's eyes were full of tears, and he carefully picked up a divine crystal with a bright drop of blood in the seal.

"Is it really left by the senior?!" Ye Fan was very grinful.

He watched it for a long time, and then went to the depths of the broken battlefield. He couldn't help looking up to the sky and roaring, 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 like that.

The past, one morning, one scene, it is as if it is in front of you.

Ye Fan showed the emperor's fist. In this dilapidated battlefield, he hit nine days, made a rumble of thunder, and there were sad songs and moving stars.

"After ancient times, heaven and earth moved.

The smoke of Beidou is thick.

The years are broken, and the ancient people are in chaos.

The sword spirit is soaring to the sky, and the country is stained with blood.

The drums are ringing, the iron is ringing, and the cold light shines on the starry sky.

Iron bones, ask who is the hero in the world.

Xian Yunqi, supreme present, immortal war on the road to immortality.

War, war, war!

The starry sky collapsed, and all sentient beings trembled.

White hair stained with blood, thousands of corpses, grief in the pool of girl's blood, earthly chaos and war.

Blood splashed in the sky, the sword rushed to the sky, the chaos of the ages, the lament of the end of the world.

Bloody mountains and rivers, who can save it?

All sentient beings call, the emperor is against the war, the blood and tears are dry, and the eternal bleakness.

It is difficult to see the void, and the ephemeral flowers are withered and present. A sad song can't bury the heroes of the ages, accompanied by half of the remnant mirror.

Years are like a knife to cut off the pride of heaven, sighing enchanting on the road to immortality, the beginning of blood and bones, and the sad picture of a lifetime.

How many heroes are buried in their hometowns, and how many brilliant they are difficult to find.

Jiulong pulled the coffin, disturbing the chaos of the whole life. The white hair roared wildly, and the end could not be found on the road.

The emperor's blood burns the starry sky, and the fairy road words are eternal.

The beauty sighed, the hero's twilight years, the world is ten thousand years old, and the fairy road is not seen.

Battle!"

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