Chapter 1612 The First Tribulation Star
Ye Fan was still alive, but he was exhausted and didn't want to move. Not only his body, but also his mind was almost exhausted. []
This battle was too tragic for him, especially seeing Jizi and Jiang Taixu's crippled bodies and blood in a trance, which made him feel sad, wandering for many years, but it was difficult to move.
The battle that day resulted in ruins of blood and bones. The emperor passed away, the heroes perish, and the world was raining blood.
Ye Fan's bloody battle on the cosmic battlefield played a great role in that battle. He assisted the two great emperors and launched two crucial blows.
Relatively speaking, he can be said to be an ant. At the critical moment of the shopping, the price he paid was too great.
Not only that, Daoyan's fairy clothes also exploded and turned into pieces, stained with his blood, which was extremely gorgeous at that moment.
The reason why he was able to survive was that the gods in Dao Yan's fairy clothes protected his spiritual consciousness from dying, and blocked the earth-shattering bloody light of destruction with dozens of fragments.
The two Dacheng holy bodies became bloody mud, and the bones splashed everywhere. Of course, his body could not be preserved, and it became bloody mud and mixed together. But the two bodies are also like divine clothes, blocking too much killing and destructive power for him.
They are of the same origin, they are of the same body, and the blood mud of the Dacheng Holy Body protected him from dying a drop of true blood, incorporated into the blood mud, and was never cut off by the supreme murderous aura.
The little girl rushed over and cried loudly between the bloody mud and the golden fragments of Dao Tribulation, her tears rained like rain, and she was extremely sad. Those tears were equivalent to the elixir of death, protecting his last indelible mark.
It's just that at that time, he didn't have the ability to speak, and his whole body was plunged into boundless darkness, maybe that was death, and he stepped into that realm.
He didn't know what happened after the emperor's war. The fragments of the fairy clothes sailed into the distance with blood and broken bones, floating in the darkness and cold. Keep going away, isolated from the outside world.
I don't know how many years, he spent in silence, a trace of immortal consciousness mixed with a drop of true blood. [ ] Blessed, preserved, spent in darkness.
Maybe it was decades, maybe hundreds of years, in the darkness, he tried hard to open his eyes, but he still couldn't. feel sleepy.
Later, he heard a scripture, which echoed in a trace of immortal consciousness, deafening, and gradually led him back, slowly recovering. That is the hundreds of words of ancient scriptures recorded in the bronze coffin pulled by Jiulong, which made him immortal.
Later, he had real perception. At that time, the word "Zhe" was in operation, reborn with a drop of blood. To nourish and rebuild his body.
And it was also at that time that he discovered a green lotus by his side, which shed light and rain, which actually contained the essence of his blood, participated in the restoration of his body, and his real body gradually grew.
At the same time, the same is true for his spiritual consciousness, guided by the fairy scriptures in the ancient bronze coffin, and restored by the Zhezi Jue. Under the nourishment of Qinglian, it grew slowly.
Decades ago, he had a real body, which was his own flesh and blood, solid and immortal, even if it hit a meteorite, it would not be destroyed. But it only stops here, he has no law fluctuations, no order of the holy way.
He seemed to be made of divine gold, solid and unbreakable, but he couldn't operate the secret technique of the past, and he fought for the Supreme. After the First World War, it was extremely tragic, and the fragments of the avenue were no longer visible.
During those years, it was difficult for him to even move. There may be fragments of the way of law hidden in his flesh and blood, but they could not be used by him. He could only travel far away alone, floating in the darkness of the universe.
During the period, he seemed to see a half-mirror of void accompanied by a remnant body. It was void, or Ji Zi, or the Yellow Emperor. 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 great pain, but he was helpless.
In recent years, he was able to move, but he still couldn't fly independently, and his physical condition was not very good. Later, he fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until he fell on this big star.
After so many years, he doesn't know what's going on outside, where the old man is, and he doesn't even know the result of the dark turmoil. (When you read the novel, you will go to Yezi·you~you M)
Now, in this normal day, he still suffers from heart-piercing pain. The soul seems to be being cut open one by one, and the bones seem to be crushed by the debris of the road, and they are about to be turned into powder. This is the same as the ancient Supreme Being. The end of World War I, although he survived, was miserable.
He was groggy, physically and mentally exhausted, and there was a kind of heartache. Did Ji Zi die just like that? Couldn’t the white-clothed god king appear? And Gai Jiuyou, who dared to fight me in that life, is still shaking his heart mind.
Many people have gone away, and even the last farewell is just passing by in the cold universe, and it is impossible to collect blood and bones for them.
"It's home, this is my home."
The boy's name is Bai Ye, a very strange, literally common name. He is cheerful and optimistic. He is only fourteen years old this year, but he is more powerful than an adult. Otherwise, they would not be able to carry Ye Fan back to the village from the mountain with brisk steps.
These are a few very ordinary stone-tiled houses, facing a fish pond, located in the east of the village. The furniture in the houses is very old, some years old, but they have been tidied up quietly.
With clear eyes, Bai Ye handed over a dry towel for Ye Fan to wipe his face, and then brought a pile of clean and soft quilts for him to recuperate.
Ye Fan took it silently, wiped off the muddy water, changed into a half-new clothes, and sat there, dazed.
His head still hurts a lot. When he tried his best to use his spiritual consciousness to recover his body, he would always be like this. The ancient supreme emperor's way caused him great harm.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have been wiped out long ago. He was able to survive because of the combination of various reasons.
After so many years, Ye Fan really wanted to go to the sky again, but he still couldn't control his body. He vaguely felt that there should be a powerful force in the flesh and blood, which was always running, but it was not for his use.
"Ah, why did it grow on the kang?" At this moment, the boy Bai Ye exclaimed, the green lotus actually took root on the kang and continued to grow.
It has only three leaves, no thick root system, and it has such a strong vitality in a place without water, which makes people dumbfounded and unbelievable.
The white old man opened his mouth, but held back when he wanted to say something.
Ye Fan pulled it up, went to the pond in front of the house, and put it in, the result was still the same, it took root in an instant, and it was implanted in the water. Looming indistinctly, there are traces of white mist filling the air.
"You can recuperate here with peace of mind." The boy Bai Ye showed a sunny smile.
"Thank you." Ye Fan said, although his spiritual consciousness seemed to be cut by a knife, he still captured their spiritual thoughts in a short time and understood the language on this star.
Perhaps, this is also the hope and signal that he can recover.
"You're welcome." The boy scratched his head, with simplicity in the sunshine.
At this time, the old man brought a bowl of hot soup for Ye Fan to drink. Although he knew that his background might be amazing, he still brought these mortals some water.
"Is the dark turmoil over?" Ye Fan put away his thoughts and asked, this is the question he is most concerned about at the moment. In the previous battle, many outstanding people paid too much, but the result...is disappointing. At this time, he His voice was trembling.
It was a bloody battle between him and Ji Zi, Jiang Taixu and others trying to change the cruel reality. Emperor Void, Gai Jiuyou... many people died, what happened is frightening.
"What turmoil, do you mean that Qiongqi was born and Chaos was destroyed? They never appeared." The boy said.
"I mean, is there blood calamity on this star, and the ancient supreme descended?" Ye Fan asked, because he had already seen that the old man was a monk, and although the young man didn't know magic, he was very strong, so it wasn't too much. Ordinary people should understand the affairs of the spiritual world.
The grandparent and grandson looked at each other, showing suspicion, and shook their heads together, expressing 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 through understanding what kind of place it was, it was actually isolated from the universe, blocked by chaotic mist, this is a strange star field.
"The dark turmoil you are talking about refers to the Feixian battlefield. Don't worry, as long as you don't take the initiative to go in to participate in the battle, generally speaking, the people inside will not come out. Blood disasters are rare." The boy Bai Ye said.
"Flying Immortal Battlefield?!" This name can easily lead to many associations, and Ye Fan's dim eyes emitted an astonishing beam of light.
"Here, it's over there, we live next to it." Bai Ye pointed to the distance, it was a gray land, and at the end was Feixian Battlefield.
"Many extremely powerful people will come here to fight, all from the outside world..." After Ye Fan understood this, he whispered to himself and walked out without taking a break.
"Hey, are you in good health? It's very dangerous there. It cuts people's morality and cultivation. It's extremely mysterious." Bai Ye called.
"I just want to climb the mountain to have a look." Ye Fan said, he has no problem with his movement, but he can't fly, and the fragments of his own magic path are imprisoned in the flesh and blood.
Bai Ye followed, worried about him, and climbed a mountain together with him, looking towards the Feixian battlefield, there were many light spots at the end of the gray earth, as if a god was recovering.
"Our star is called the First Tribulation Star, and that area is vast, much larger than the human habitat, occupying a quarter of the star's territory."
The first robbery star, a very strange name. .
Hearing this, Ye Fan silently calculated in his heart that this is a continent that is wider than Donghuang, and it is really a vast battlefield.
Looming indistinctly, he could sense a mysterious wave spreading out there, and one after another talisman seals were condensed in the battlefield, imprinted into the mountains and rivers.
"Look, the Feixian Battlefield is recovering, and will endure terrifying hunting, duels, and siege battles. It is said that every time a golden age comes from the outside world, they will come to our Feixian Battlefield for a duel. Everyone is unique. A master." The boy Bai Ye said enthusiastically, looking forward to it.
"Really, are you going to see many old friends so soon?" Ye Fan whispered, the fragments of the way of law did not appear, and the brilliance in the eyes lacked, but they became deeper.