Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 675: Carrying the Coffin into the Famine Family

This little coffin is very heavy, like a small universe, there is actually a world spirit. Ye Fan's fleshy shell is unmatched, but he can pull up the mountains and fill the sea, but it is also very laborious. His sweat wets his back.

However, much stronger than last time, not to be crushed, he walked one step at a time to the top of the mountain, because the fountain of life was almost exhausted and needed to be added urgently.

Nine holy mountains, majestic and majestic, as in the past, silent and silent, without any trace of movement, like the ancient abyss of death, and the resting place of the gods!

Along the way, the ancient wood towering, the cliffs stand tall, and there are some white debris, which is made of dead bones, describing the legend and helplessness of the past.

Ye Fan fell into the earth and rock every step of the way, without crossing his knees. He climbed up the holy mountain with difficulty, biting a piece of holy flesh in his mouth, resisting the years and not aging.

On the top of the mountain, a small pond is clear and fragrant, and it is in the bones of people. Ye Fan painedly drank the spring water, filled the bottle of desire, and went to other peaks one after another for storage.

In the end, he carried the bronze coffin to the edge of the cliff, looked down at the endless abyss, and turned to see the five altars in the eyes of the **** of the source. It was his heart disease.

The ruined altar, made of five stone blocks, with sword marks and sword holes, tells about the boundless time and the long years, and I do n’t know how many stars have witnessed the past.

\"A person!"

Ye Fan was taken aback, he saw a figure, the center of the five altars, motionless, like a petrified, like an ancient demon body in the long river of time.

His heart jumped, what kind of person was that, how could he stand above the altar of the Shangwu sè, is he a slave?

The distance is too far, and there is darkness under the endless abyss. Even if he has a divine eye, he can only see a silhouette, which cannot be discerned, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

Ye Fan stepped down the mountain step by step, he did not dare to stay for a long time, God knows what is on the altar of the five sès, and if it jumps out, it may cause a big disaster.

\ "锵"

When the heavy bronze small coffin fell back into the giant coffin, Ye Fan wiped a handful of sweat, and drank a dozen mouthfuls of divine springs, slowly adjusting her breath.

Has a long way to go. It is full of miles. Because of the heavy small coffin, it is difficult to fly, and I don't know how much vitality he needs to consume. There may be life and death. It must be adjusted to the best state.

After a long rest, Ye Fan stood up and watched the bronze engravings on the giant tree, stunned, thoughtful, ancient gods, tears of ancient ancestors, what does this mean?

Gluttonous, poor, 杼 杌, etc., huge body, gritty, lifelike, daunting, are all ancient beasts recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing", as if coming out of the wall.

\ "An ancient deity with tears, a distant ancient sky ..." Ye Fan pondered for a long time.

Eventually, he came to a starry sky map, where the notch was very blurred, covered by rust, and the endless stars were very tiny, like a real world is set here.

\ "Wow"

Ye Fan's hands gleamed with glory, and took out the Xianzhen obtained from the Chaos Wanlong Nest, like the condensed light of the stars, which shimmered and shined.

\ "The two are very similar, is it a map, an immortal scroll that records the ancient road of the starry sky?" He was shocked in his heart, and he immediately thought of this possibility.

During the ancient times, the monkey's father, the old fighting war emperor, often watched in the middle of the night. It must be important. The treatment of an ancient emperor must have amazing secrets.

The corpses of the nine dragons were outside, and Ye Fan naturally made up his mind again. In fact, he wanted to carry the nine dragons and the giant guigui too, but he could not move at all.

Dragon corpses are cold and heavy, and the scales are gleaming with black light. Like nine tungsten iron mountains, they live forever. Approaching them makes people feel suffocated.

Ye Fan chopped hard, and Mars was so strong that his body was so painful that his phalanx would be broken, and he could not cut any dragon, even the root whiskers could not be pulled off.

\ "I only need a little dragon's blood, not to dig your bones ..." He is really temperless, and feels that he will be scrapped and he cannot pull out a scale.

After an hour, Ye Fan was struggling, and finally walked out of the forbidden land. He drank a lot of magical springs, ate a holy fruit, and refined part of the roots, stems, and leaves of the nine holy trees, which only withstood the invasion of the years.

\ "It ’s almost a squandering to consume an undead fruit." Ye Fan said to himself, this kind of thing is hard to own, and using one will make one less. The cost of this trip is really great.

Outside the God Market, the Black Emperor has been walking for many days, and has not dared to act rashly, and still has not entered the Nantian Gate.

\ "Dogs do n’t run around." The little **** the **** dog patted his back gently.

\ "Has n’t Zhongzhou heard the news? The demon emperor wiped out the two holy spirits in the **** ruins 10,000 years ago. Most of us can see the undead flat peach tree smoothly."

\ "Dog you are greedy again, and forgot to die outside Xianling last time?" The little boy wrinkled the cute little Qiong nose.

\ "This time we will not enter the ancient heavenly court, but only take a look at the Nantianmen gate. Be careful that there are no problems." The **** dog was eager to try.

\ "Go to the big brother, do n’t run around." The little boy gently pulled the ear of the **** dog.

\ "All have come here, how to do it if you do n’t enter the South Tianmen, you must see the secret of the ancient heaven ’s portal." The black emperor grunted, and then added: \ "I ca n’t be wrong, I will cross the void today and beat the king eight lambs. go with."

Outside the Jijia ancient palace, a majestic man appeared, like a demon **** reincarnated, the thick black hair, the face like a knife, the endless pupil of the pupil disillusioned, the southern demon came.

From the beginning of the Eastern Famine Wars, Wu Shizhong may be born. Even when he left, he rushed to the Ji Family in the Southern Territory. The battle dress shone with metallic luster and was magnificent, like a **** in the demon.

Next to him there is a peerless beauty, whose face is enough to ruin the sky, absolutely gorgeous, and the incomparable beauty, it is his sister Qi Misui.

Soon after, the sky rumbled, a purple chariot rushed in, and the nine-headed ancient behemoths pulled the cart, each like a hill, and the terrifying gas machine made people tremble.

A dozen of archaic creatures opened the way ahead, all with fierce faces, all covered with scales, some of them also had **** wings, and some had snake bodies without legs, swaying a magic cloud, skyward.

This group of ancient creatures, like the Devil God, came from the Valley of the Spirits, and they were all murderous for the origin of the strongest royal family of Taikoo. They also entered the Ji clan, and the people on the car were the purple heaven.

In addition, there was a purple-haired woman who shared a car with him. Like a flawless elf, even the pupils were purple, and his skin was as white as desire, but his sister.

On these last two days, Jijiamen Tingruo City, Southern Region, but all those with big identities came, they all felt that there would be a big disturbance, and they wanted to see it for themselves.

On the last day, everyone from Donghuang's main forces came. It was a worldwide concern. They wanted to see if Ye Fan had any means to reverse the dead end.

\ "Where are you, Ye Zi, you must not come to die!" Pang Bo was extremely anxious. He came here as a demon emperor. Although the Ji family was polite, he could not change anything.

\ "Grandpa, I ’m your Ziyue, I ’m going to leave here, not your bargaining chip ..." Ji Ziyue was aggrieved, and her eyes were full of tears.

……

There are many places where people's performances are different, and they are all concerned, Jing waits for Ye Fan to appear. According to speculation, it is impossible for him to be anticlimactic and he will not escape back to the Northern Territory. It is only a matter of time.

The last day arrived, there were many noble guests in the Ji Family Hall, just like the engagement, many great forces came to visit and gave some precious gifts.

\ "Do n’t you say that the Eucharist is coming, why has n’t it appeared yet?" Someone in the corner whispered that most of the people who came to visit came to the storm.

On the other side, Wang Chengkun, with an indifferent smile on his face, was still talking about his son. He always kept his mouth closed and said nothing about the Eucharist.

In the distance, Pang Bo sneered again and again, saying: \ "My dad ’s name is Li Gang, my son ’s name is Wang Teng, and it ’s almost a mantra."

An uncle of Wang Teng looked over and stared at his god, he was not good, and his eyes were revealed with a murderous opportunity, but it was not easy to shoot in the court of a large force like the Ji family.

Will he come again? Why hasn't he appeared yet? Many people doubted it, and it seems reasonable to appear.

\ "You still need to say, timid, and dare not come." Some people in the Wang family sneered.

Some young people of the Wang family have echoed, all showing sneers, and some people are sarcasm, unabashed ridicule.

\ "What is the Eucharist, there is my brother here, what storms can he turn over, and honestly curling up is the right way."

\ "Is he also trying to compete with my younger brother ?!"

\ "Boom"

Suddenly, the far end of the sky shook, there was a terrifying atmosphere, and the far and wide came, making the ancient Que inside the Ji family shake.

Elder Ji's family was surprised that someone came from the supreme treasure and touched the hidden formation, which was felt by the mysterious incomplete ancient formation left by the Emperor of the Void.

\ "Who is coming?" In the distance, someone from Jijiaqiang asked.

\ "Ye Fan!" These two words came out. In the depths of the Ji family, inside the magnificent ancient Que, many people shook, Ye Fan really came.

\ "Where do you call it?" An old monk stepped forward.

\ "Visit Ji's house and slay Wang Teng!" The words were like thunder, swaying in the sky, everyone heard it.

Briefly silenced, and then there was an uproar, Ye Fan really came! Moreover, such a strong force, everyone stood up.If it was not at the Ji family, many people would rush out directly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ji family, there are hundreds of islands and magnificent fairy mountains alone, just Not to mention all kinds of palaces, like an ancient heaven.

Somebody from Ji's family stood up and decided to take a look at it in person. Other people naturally took the opportunity to get up and wanted to know what Ye Fan had to rely on.

When everyone came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

Ye Fan came carrying a copper coffin and stood in front of the **** earth, staring at this holy place that no one has broken through for more than 100,000 years, very calm and tranquil.

\ "Are there any mistakes, carrying a copper coffin to fight the battle ..." After speechless, some people could not help grunting.

Some of the Wang family laughed a lot, and the last point of doubt also disappeared, all showing sarcasm, what is the use of a bronze broken coffin?

Everyone was speechless, carrying a coffin to fight, too alternative, never seen.

At this moment, only Pang Boji moved, he could not believe his eyes, the first rushed over and kept mumbling: \ "Talent, talent, you are very talented!"

The monthly ticket list is completely ruined, repeated between bursting and being bursted, sandwiched between Guanguan and Doudou, and it seems to be bursting again. Waving the bronze small coffin to ask for the monthly ticket, the monthly ticket of Ji Dao weapon or something was smashed. For the last twenty hours, I urged the monthly ticket for support.