Not only Ye Fan, but also the old prince and several other powerful men noticed something was wrong and immediately turned their heads to look.
From the end of the horizon, a deep black cloud suddenly appeared, surging in like a tidal wave.
In nature, the sun sets, the moon rises, and darkness falls. This should be a gradual process.
But now, the whole world seems to have turned dark in an instant.
In just a few breaths, the terrifying darkness spanned countless thousands of miles, getting closer and closer to everyone.
"Dark Tide!"
The old prince's face changed wildly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! It's actually this thing. No wonder the abyss python was so frightened that it ran away!"
Hearing this word, Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat.
On the way here, he had learned some news about the ruins from the old prince.
And this dark wave, although not the most terrifying existence, has destroyed countless powerful people.
When he first entered the Nether City, Ye Fan encountered the rotten air of the undead, but compared with the dark and dark tide, the rotten air of the undead was just childish.
No one knows the origin of the Dark Tide. It seems that it has always existed since the birth of the ruins.
Even if you are a true immortal who has transcended the tribulation, if you are exposed to the dark and dark tide, your cultivation will be weakened to a very small level, and your sight and consciousness will be deprived, just like a blind man, unable to see.
And in the dark and dark tide, there are countless terrifying beasts, monsters, and evil spirits.
Just imagine, even the "King" level Abyss Demonic Python will flee in panic. How terrifying is this dark and dark tide?!
Just when everyone was stunned, the dark wave was very close to them.
The black tide is rolling, and the evil spirit is rising to the sky.
Looking closely, there seemed to be green-faced and fanged ghosts emerging inside, and there were bursts of ghostly cries and howling sounds, which pierced the consciousness and made one's liver and gallbladder burst.
All the ghosts howl!
For a moment, the entire world seemed to turn into a ghost prison.
The threat of death is very close at hand.
"This is a Night Fury!"
The old prince recognized those terrifying ghosts at a glance: "It is rumored that the souls of monks who die in the dark black tide will be transformed into resentful souls, named Night Furies! Although Night Furies have no memory of their lives, they contain anger, hatred, and bloodlust.
After tens of millions of years of accumulation of all kinds of negative emotions, the number of Night Furies in the dark tide is extremely exaggerated, and many True Immortals who have transcended the tribulation have been buried in it, and even I have no chance of surviving!"
Hearing this, the other four strong men present turned pale. They had all been practicing for hundreds of years, but they still found it difficult to remain calm in the face of imminent death.
Suddenly, Ye Fan had a flash of inspiration, as if he had thought of something, and shouted: "Old prince, quickly take out the fragment of the Jidao Emperor's weapon and use it to defend against the enemy!"
"ah?"
The old prince was stunned for a moment, but he still subconsciously took out the small iron piece.
A few seconds later, they saw that the dark tide was about to drown them, and countless Night Furies opened their teeth and claws to devour them.
However, the small piece of iron seemed to be stimulated by external forces, and suddenly glowed brightly.
"Whoosh!"
The extreme light is dazzling, sacred and majestic, and the supreme pressure is exuded. It is the aura left in it by a certain peerless immortal emperor, who is superior to all living beings.
In the Daxia Palace before, it was Emperor Xia who took action himself to inspire the divine power.
But now, stimulated by the dark and dark tide, this fragment is also shining brightly.
The hundreds of Night Furies closest to him were directly purified and disappeared into thin air.
The dark and dark tide that swept over was also directly deflected.
With this fragment of the Jidao Emperor's weapon as the center of the circle, within a radius of a hundred meters, it seemed to be a pure land.
"call……"
Seeing this scene, several people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, feeling relieved.
"Ye Fan, how do you know this fragment has this magical effect?" the old prince asked curiously.
"This... a descendant of the Supreme Sect once came to invade my Yunhai Immortal Sect. I learned about it from that person's mouth!" Ye Fan explained.
Yun Feiyang did say that the sages of the Taishang Sect suffered heavy losses when they first arrived at the ruins. They encountered countless evil spirits and monsters and suffered heavy losses. Later, they found a pure land where evil spirits could not invade within a hundred meters. The core was a piece of Ji Dao.
Fragments of the Imperial Armament.
Of course, Ye Fan only talked about the efficacy of this fragment, but did not say that he had obtained dozens of fragments, and the broken blade "Shang" composed of it had begun to take shape.
"Rumble...Rumble...Rumble..."
As time goes by, the dark tide becomes more and more turbulent and surging.
The light emitted by the fragments of the Jidao Emperor's weapons is not as bright as before, and is getting dimmer. It is like a kundalini swaying in the wind. The distance it shines has also changed from a hundred meters in radius to a dozen or so in the surrounding area.
rice.
However, although it was weak, the light was not extinguished directly and could still accommodate Ye Fan and others.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"BAA Baa baa……"
Suddenly, there was a rapid drum sound in the darkness, accompanied by a few sheep braying.
Hearing this voice, Ye Fan, the old prince and the other four strong men all became nervous and adjusted to the best fighting condition.
A moment later, a strange scene happened——
I saw an old man in ragged clothes, driving a dozen goats, walking out of the dark black tide and entering the circle of light emitted by the fragments of the Jidao Emperor's weapons.
Looking closely, I saw that the old man was about seventy or eighty years old, with dark skin and wrinkles on his face. He was wearing tattered clothes and his shoes had big holes in them, exposing his toes.
From his body, he could not feel any inner energy flowing, just like an ordinary farmer.
The only thing worth noting is that there are two exquisite small drums hanging on the left and right waists. The drum sound just now should be produced by these two drums.
Seeing this old man, Ye Fan and others did not feel relaxed at all, but became even more vigilant.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
Even masters like the old prince did not dare to break into this dark and dark tide, and their expressions changed when they saw it.
The old man in front of him could come and go at will. What was even more shocking was that the dozen goats around him were also unscathed.
All this is weird!
"who are you?"
The old prince looked straight at the old man with lightning-like eyes and asked sternly.
"Hehe..." The old man smiled honestly, hunched over and said: "Everyone, I am a shepherd nearby. I suddenly encountered this dark and dark tide and couldn't find my way home. Please make it easier for me.
Stay here for a while!"
The old man spoke sincerely and sincerely.
If he were in another place, Ye Fan would definitely be willing to lend a helping hand.
But in this situation, this old man gave him an evil feeling.
"no!"
Suddenly, the old prince shook his head violently and refused ruthlessly.
Unexpectedly, the old man turned a deaf ear and seemed not to hear what the old prince said. Instead, he turned around and started counting sheep.
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."
"Ten sheep, eleven sheep, twelve sheep!"
When he was counting the sheep, the goats suddenly shivered and kept making "baa baa baa" sounds at Ye Fan and others. Some of the goats even shed crystal tears, revealing endless sadness.
At this moment, Ye Fan even had the illusion that what he saw in front of him was not goats, but living people.
And the old man was still counting sheep non-stop:
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."
"Sixteen sheep, seventeen sheep, eighteen sheep!"
"Huh?"
Soon, Ye Fan noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Hey... old man, there are only twelve sheep here, how did you count eighteen?"
"hey-hey!"
The old man showed an honest smile again, looked at Ye Fan and others and said: "The little old man has been counting sheep all his life, and he will never make a mistake! The remaining six sheep-"
Speaking of this, the old man deliberately prolonged his tone, glanced at Ye Fan, the old prince and the other four strong men, and continued: "Aren't the remaining six sheep just the six of you?"
As soon as these words came out, Ye Fan and others felt a chill in their vests, goosebumps all over their bodies, and had a strong foreboding feeling.
The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became extremely strange, and there was an aura of danger permeating the air, which made people palpitate.
On the opposite side, the honest smile on the old man's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a creepy smile, like a devil showing its fangs.bdshare();