My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"Master Sword God, why is this..."

"We are just getting together for a while, and we will continue to find the way later!"

A group of demon heads are a little reluctant, this is the "free of death gold medal" here!

"No, I'm already convinced that you can't find a way out," Ye Fan said.

Although everyone was puzzled, they did not dare to refuse and had to send Feijian back.

After Ye Fan put away all the flying swords, he thought about it and said, "Do you want to stay here or go with me?"

They can already withstand the dark matter here, and strictly speaking, it is not a burden.

Moreover, I was in the same trouble with myself, even brought in by myself, and unfortunately followed...

"together!"

Several demon heads said in unison.

"The villain is willing to follow the Lord Sword God! Repay the grace of life-saving..." Huo Jiao Wenjian said.

They are fed up with it. In this place where birds do not shit, there is no danger, and there is no hope at all.

Ye Fan guessed it too, so he used the Dragon Pond and sent them all in.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan shifted again!

Sure enough, he was teleported to the cold world this time, marking the location of the flying sword himself.

"Damn... this sword intent shift, without a clear coordinate, it still won't work..."

After Ye Fan thought about it again and again, he came to Yan Tianjie.

Under the World Tree, Bai Qianluo knelt on the ground, praying silently.

And the glutinous rice **** lying next to the woman dozed off.

"Qianluo, what are you doing?"

Bai Qianluo got up and smiled helplessly: "What else can I do, I can't help, I can only pray..."

Ye Fan's face was deep, looking at the World Tree, slowly closing his eyes.

Gradually, Ye Fan's mental perception came into contact with the World Tree...

Ye Fan tried, using Shenlong Yin to communicate with the World Tree...

"Master Shu, I'm really out of luck this time, it's not that I can't live anymore, I can't afford the time delay..."

"If I don't worry about the broken place outside, I won't have any opinion on exploring tens of thousands of years."

"But the youngest and youngest at home, waiting for me to go back...I am at a loss now, and I will go home indefinitely."

"If anyone can know all the mysteries in the world, then maybe only you..."

"I know, no matter what I say, you know it, it's just whether you want to talk to me or not."

"But... you see, since I actually met you, I haven't asked you to do anything."

"Between you and me, is it a good yearning friendship?"

"Friends, please help me a little...it's not a violation, right?"

"I know, your status is noble, you are a god, but my'sword god' can also be regarded as a half-hearted god?"

"It's too stingy, it doesn't meet your noble status... You can't be like this as a friend, look...huh?!"

Ye Fan found out that his Shenlong Yin couldn't continue speaking?

It's like someone took a bun and gagged his mouth.

Spirit transmission can still be blocked like this?

Did the World Tree react?

Ye Fan was ecstatic, his "sincerity" moved the world tree?

When Ye Fan opened his eyes, he saw a drop of dew on a leaf of the World Tree.

The dewdrop slowly flew to Ye Fan's forehead, and entered Ye Fan's forehead...

A hint of cold...

Ye Fan's mind was agitated, and he seemed to feel a little bit.

"Ye Fan, what's the matter with you?" Bai Qianluo was surprised and concerned when he saw this scene.

"World Tree...gave me a guide," Ye Fan said with joy.

Bai Qianluo was also very excited, "Really? How did you do it?"

Ye Fan's eyes were deep, and his mouth said lightly: "The friendship between Lord Shu and I... can't be described in a few words!"

"My soulmate, my soulmate! Between us, just talk casually, this state...not to mention it, you won't understand it."

Bai Qianluo was skeptical, "Really...you know Sekaishu so well?"

Tangyuan raised his eyelids, took a glance, and spit out his small tongue, bearishly disdainful.

Ye Fan laughed and said: "Let's talk about it later, I'll try it first..."

Came into the cold void outside.

This time, Ye Fan, according to the coordinates given by the World Tree, used the sword intent transfer again!

The outlook of the eyes has changed!

"who?"

Ye Fan heard a Hongmeng language with a strange accent.

Immediately afterwards, a dark-skinned fist slammed into his face!

An instinctive dodge, Ye Fan avoided the attack.

Looking back, he turned out to be a dark-skinned man in black iron armor?

At this moment, the two seemed to be standing on a huge martial arts arena.

There are more than a dozen men and women with this dark complexion.

Looking away, here is a cold wasteland, but there are tent-like buildings taking root here.

Assembly point?

Terran gathering place? !

No, these people... seem to be the "indigenous" here! ?

Because these people seem to carry the dark matter energy here.

"Living?"

The black-clad native man saw Ye Fan's appearance clearly and was surprised when he sensed his breath.

"Otherwise?" Ye Fan was speechless, is it still dead?

"You know our language?"

A group of indigenous people at the scene were quite curious, just like watching a monkey in a zoo, pointing to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan nodded, "Who are you?"

"Dead..." the man said.

"Huh?" Ye Fan couldn't help laughing: "No, buddy, stop joking, I'm serious."

"I'm not kidding," the man said.

Ye Fan said helplessly, "I know, I lost your sword. It's my fault. I'll pay you a good sword, can I?"

"Tell me where this is so I can go home..."

The man said in a weird tone: "Give up this idea, you can't go back."

"Why can't you go back, can you be more serious?" Ye Fan was a little impatient.

"I have always been serious."

"Are you a living person, you say you are dead? Still serious?"

The man suddenly sneered, "It seems...you don't know where you are."

"Where is this?" Ye Fan had an ominous premonition.

The man grinned gloomily: "This is the cold spring, one of the nine underground springs, which is the Yin Cao underground palace... You said, are we dead?"

Ye Fan's eyes solidified instantly, petrified...

Jiuquan? Jiuyuan! ?

Damn, what are you really afraid of, what are you coming...

...

"My husband doesn't know where he is. For so many days, I haven't heard anything yet..."

Nian Ru Jiao looked melancholy in an office at the headquarters of the Human Alliance.

"Ye Fan will definitely turn the danger into a waste, I pray every day..."

An Qi'er sat aside, working on some documents with Nian Ru Jiao and Feng Yueying.

The three women are all in charge of improving the low-profile population, but because Ye Fan has been missing for several days, they naturally have no intention of working.

In fact, even though the family kept saying that Ye Fan would be fine, everyone's heartstrings were tense.

Moreover, with Ye Fan's disappearance, the confrontation with Hongmeng became very dangerous.

Although Bai Wuming brought several groups of dark gate masters to join, the Sword God was no longer there, and whether they still fulfilled their promises became a question.

In addition, although the gods and demons are stable for the time being, there is no guarantee that they will suddenly rebel or collapse.

"Hey, little girl..."

At this moment, a whistling voice came in from the door.

A body image is a ghost, coming to Angel.

"How about giving me this little bottle on your chest for fun?"

An old man wearing a black cloth striped his yellow teeth and grinned.

The expressions of the three women changed, and they immediately recognized that they were the leader of Team D who had taken refuge in. The specific name was unknown, but they all seemed to be called Old Ghost?

"No...no, this is given to me by the Sword God, it is very dangerous."

Angel covered her collar, her face pale, but her eyes were firm.