Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 451: Reentry into the Bronze Coffin

Nine holy mountains, towering and sturdy, with ancient trees towering above them and strange stones rising up, are magnificent.

They are not so tall, but they are magnificent and bring endless pressure, as if they are ahead in nine days and ten days.

Ye Fan came to the bottom of the mountain with a dry body and could hardly support it. Looking up, he was cold all over, the cold eyes, and the scary figure that made him fall into the ice cellar.

There are several people standing side by side on the high mountain, some are white like snow, some are black like a waterfall, the mountain breeze is blowing, the chaos is flying, their eyes are cold, looking down, there is no mood swings, incomparably cold.

What is this place? Barren ground

The flesh-and-blood creatures cannot survive at all, and even the sages of the ancient sages are difficult to withstand erosion, and fly away automatically, and they do not want to go in at all.

No one can stay here for a long time. Since ancient times, it has not been known how many masters have been buried. Even the most prosperous holy land has been destroyed and it has become a robbery.

Ye Fan's heart was suddenly cold, he knew that it could not be human at all, that it was a terrible and mysterious desert slave, and that he was an old man in the world.

Silent, there was another woman beside them, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a delicate neck, if the water came out of the lotus, the beauty of Qingli was peerless.

She was dressed in white and fluttered in the mountain breeze. She seemed to be a fairy in the cold wind who was going by the wind.

\ "The Heavenly Lady"

Ye Fan's heart was awe-inspiring. The last time he encountered this woman, he almost died. This was the first beauty of Donghuang six thousand years ago, and was also a fellow of the old maniac.

The five figures stood side by side, each of which was extraordinary, and those who were not terrified were not able to become deserted slaves. They were not the people of an era, but they all certainly once surpassed the world [Zhitian].

Perhaps some of them can find records in ancient books. It is very likely that they were the unparalleled masters who shook the wind and rain on the big 6 in the past.

\ "Will the sky die for me?" Ye Fan sighed. He exhausted all the means and finally approached the Holy Mountain. He never wanted to meet a terrible slave, how to fight against it?

Legend has it that wild slaves were not often born. Sometimes, hundreds of years have not been climbed from the abyss, but now there are five statues.

Ye Fan's sense of powerlessness surging, three times near the barren ancient forbidden land, and two encounters with the peerless barren slaves, this is really doom.

At this moment, he was old and disfigured. Although the stone clothing and the sky-covered treasure clothing were not broken, they could not stop the erosion of the years.

The seeds of Kirin have already languished. Ye Fan extracted endless vital energy to support his immortality, but it is impossible to last for a long time.

Heaven medicine seeds and his flesh are his biggest cards. Originally, he was able to rush to the Holy Mountain, but now he has such a change.

\"brush"

A figure was not touching the ground, floating down from the holy mountain like a ghost, and running straight to Ye Fan, he stood upright with cold hair, and a terrible breath fell.

\ "Om"

At the critical moment, the golden blood of the Eucharist boils, even though the body is aging, it also has endless potential, like a natural resistance to famine.

Ye Fanqiang spirited, strode vigorously, and rushed to another holy mountain. He did not choose to leave, because now his condition, I am afraid that he has not died from the forbidden land, and he has died and became fly ash.

This is a middle-aged person like Bai Ruxue, who is heroic and imposing. He has a kind of arrogance and respect for the temperament of the world. He thinks that he will be an earth-shattering figure in the past years.

He blocked Ye Fan's path almost in the blink of an eye, but he didn't do it. He stared at Lunhai instantly.

Ye Fan's heart was beating violently, as if he was stared at by the ancient beasts, his body and blood were to be evaporated to dryness, and his body seemed to crack.

How powerful is this character?

Although he was in a bad state at this time, his flesh was dry, and his body was decaying, but after all, he was a holy body.

The white man stepped forward, steady and firm. Every step seemed to be able to crack the mountains and the earth. Ye Fanxian's Tianbao clothing was cracked directly, and the stone clothing was crushed.

Peerless horror

This middle-aged man is majestic, seems to be able to dominate the world, and comes forward calmly, as if a great lord pressed Ye Fan to crush him.

Ye Fan shouted, the golden blood rushed out, walked around, the potential of the indestructible Eucharist surged, and resisted the hardship.

At the same time, his treasures were solemn, chanting strangely, resounding through the world, such as the coming of thunder, the shattering ancient wood rattled, and chaotic leaves flew.

He shook with the golden blood of the Eucharist. This is his last peerless card that he can actively play. This is the hundreds of words of ancient scriptures in the ancient bronze coffin.

From the past to the present, he had never understood it. At this time, he roared out, it did not turn into a sound, but just a wave.

This does not exist in the world, no matter whether it is written or chanted, it cannot be revealed, and outsiders cannot learn.

Suddenly, the mountainside not far away sounded the same, more magnificent than hiss, overwhelming the heavens and the earth, as if explaining the avenues.

The sound of heaven is like thunder, but only Ye Fan can hear it. This is exactly like his, and it has become a kind of heavenly prestige. Other people can not understand its meaning.

Regardless of the others, Ye Fan rushed straight toward the mountainside, no matter whether the white man came or not, only the ancient coffin existed in his heart.

At this time, his consciousness was a little blurred, and he would fall to the ground at any time, and he could not care about others at all.

In the ancient woods on the mountainside, a huge bronze ancient coffin stood there quietly, showing the vicissitudes and long distance, as if connected to ancient times.

The bronze coffin fell sideways, the coffin cover slipped aside, Ye Fan wobbled, and came near, and flew into it all at once, he could no longer support it.

\ "Am I going to die? No, I ca n’t die"

He held the seeds of Qilin God Medicine in his arms, and the only trace of blood gas overflowed, spurring the essence of life into his body, and he gritted his teeth to prevent him from passing out.

However, his condition was too bad. Even though his will was not as strong as iron, the scars of the avenue cracked and widened at once, and he almost died.

Ye Fan finally fainted, the rift of the road deepened, his spirit and unbearable load, he fell in the ancient coffin.

After more than five years and nearly six years, he once again entered the bronze coffin, everything came to this world from it, and now he reenters.

Bronze coffin crossing the star field, I do n’t know where it started and where it ended, and it was full of secrets.

I don't know how long after that, Ye Fancai woke up leisurely, the Tianyin of the Avenue has long stopped, it is extremely quiet, and there is no more noise.

There is no shortage of power in the coffin, and years cannot continue to deprive him of life. Ye Fan knows that he is betting that the ancient coffin with hundreds of words has stirred the ancient coffin.

Before entering the barren ancient land, he made all kinds of speculations, since even the barren taboo the ancient coffin and pushed it out of the abyss, then it must not be afraid of that kind of breath.

At the moment when life and death matter, his choice is right. He echoed the ancient sound of the ancient coffin and entered this place, allowing him to escape the disaster.

Although years no longer eroded him, his condition was so bad that the scars on the avenue deteriorated, and his source of life was almost cut in half.

And, at this time, his body was aging, his flesh was dry, and the oil was almost dry, and he would come to the end of his life at any time.

If it wasn't for the Kirin God Medicine seeds, he had turned into a dead bone, a purple Kirin that was less than the baby's fist, dim and dull, and it was almost dying.

This is a kind of extravagant squandering, drawing the life of the undead **** medicine seeds to fight against the years, I am afraid that only he has done it in the world.

Peerless emperor cannot wear near the holy mountain in the sage clothes of ancient sages. Ye Fan, even if he is physically invincible, without this seed, it is almost impossible to come here and live to the present.

This is the rarest sacred thing in the world

\ "Do n’t die with death ..." Ye Fan has a sense of guilt, and the immortal medicine is unique in the world. If it dies, it cannot be reproduced.

Heaven and earth are silent, he looked out, and did not see the white man, nor the figures of several others.

\ "Does this ancient coffin really restrain them?"

Although he did not die, Ye Fanshouyuan dried up, but was using his unicorn seeds to renew his life. The terrible scars of the road would take his life at any time.

\ "I ’m trapped here, how can I reach the top of the mountain?" He felt that he had no power to climb up. As long as he left the bronze coffin, he could not resist the atmosphere of the barrenness.

\ "No, I have to go up, there is no time to delay, otherwise I will die here" Ye Fan was anxious.

If he has enough divine power, he can carry the bronze coffin up to resist the invasion of the years, but now he is a problem walking.

\ "What should I do, the seeds of Kirin have shrivelled, and it is difficult to extract the essence of life, how should I go up?" Ye Fan has never felt helpless like now.

Death is so close to him, maybe before the sky is dark, he will die, his life is dry, and he can hardly continue to live.

Ye Fan stood up hard and looked out. The nine huge dragon corpses in the ancient wood forest, like the Great Wall of Steel, are still undecayed, the black light is flashing, full of force, making people unable to shake.

\ "Is this a real dragon?"

His voice trembled, and the nine corpses looked exactly like the real dragon. They were as coercive as the sky, but after experiencing too many things, he was already skeptical about the existence of the fairy.

\ "Maybe it is just a dragon that has evolved to the ultimate state."

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, rushed out with the Kirin seeds in his hand, and ran to the huge dragon corpse with shimmering scales. He was about to drink dragon blood to continue his life.

\ "锵"

Sparks were flying all over, Ye Fan's fingers seemed to be chopped on Wanlian God's Iron, which could not be cut open at all. His injuries were so heavy that he even split a few times and couldn't shake a dragon scale. The terrible scars on the road made him almost unable to stand.

He could not break the dragon corpse with all his efforts, and his body became more aging. He almost fell to the ground. Ye Fan exhausted his last effort and reluctantly returned to the copper coffin and fell to the ground, making it difficult to move again.

\ "Am I really going to die?"

Ye Fan was sad, far away from his hometown, came to the other side of the starry sky, died in a place that no one knew, no relatives, no friends knew, this is too sad.

\ "If I die like this, who would shed a tear for me ..."

He couldn't even spread the news. Ten or a hundred years later, there is only one bone in this place. If there are shocking characters who can come here, they will only sigh.

Ye Fan really didn't want to die like this, and said to himself: \ "What other cards can I take initiatively?"

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Suddenly, a crisp sound came, and a clear stone fell to the ground. It was only as big as a knuckle, flowing colorful and brilliant, very crystal and beautiful.

\ "囡囡 ......" Seeing this stone, Ye Fan suddenly thought of a girl of unknown origin and pitiful.

Moved his heart, put the colorful stones into the palm of his hand, and used it as a magic medicine to absorb the essence. \ "Brush", a colorful light came into his body.

\ "This is ..." Ye Fan was surprised, he felt comfortable and had a lot of strength.

He could hardly believe all this, what kind of stone is this, how could there be such a pure vitality of life? He continued to draw, and colorful brilliance rushed into his body.

Ye Fan finally sat up and recovered some strength. He looked at this stone inconceivably. It is not an immortal medicine, but it has a powerful life essence.

\ "囡囡 ......" Ye Fan didn't expect that the stone he sent to him at the critical moment saved his life, otherwise he would have no strength to stand up.

Does anyone guess the origin of the naughty boy? If anyone knows, write the answer on the back of the monthly ticket, and then cast it out. The last three days of this month's quiz time.

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