Chapter 431: Re-entry into the giant bronze coffin
The nine saints are majestic and deep, with towering ancient trees and no strange rocks, which can be called magnificent.
They are not very tall, but they are so majestic that they bring endless pressure to people, as if nine heavens and ten earths lie in front of them.
When Ye Fan came to the foot of the mountain, his body was so dry that he could hardly hold on anymore. He looked up and his whole body felt cold. The cold eyes and the intimidating figure made him feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar.
There were several people standing side by side on the high mountain. Some had white hair like snow, and some had black hair like waterfalls. The mountain wind was blowing, and it was flying messily. Their eyes were cold, and they looked down, without any emotion, and extremely indifferent.
What is this place? Ancient and forbidden land!
Creatures of flesh and blood cannot survive forever. Even the sacred clothes of ancient sages cannot withstand the erosion and fly away automatically, unwilling to go in deeply.
No one can stay here for a long time, and no one knows how many peerless masters have been buried here since ancient times. Even the most prosperous Holy Land was destroyed and turned into ashes.
Ye Fan's heart suddenly went cold. He knew that it couldn't be a human at all. It was a terrifying and mysterious desolate slave, an unparalleled hero from the past.
Silently, there was another woman beside those people. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and a slim neck, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, and she was as beautiful as ever.
She is dressed in white, fluttering in the mountain breeze, as if she is a fairy from Guanghan who is about to ride on the wind. She is otherworldly, and it is difficult to find flaws, just like the person in the painting.
"Saint Tianxuan!"
Ye Fan felt awe-struck in his heart. The last time he encountered this woman, he almost died. She was the most beautiful woman in the Eastern Wasteland six thousand years ago, and she was also a sect member of the old madman.
Five figures stand side by side, each with extraordinary momentum. Those who are not talented and beautiful cannot become slaves. They are not people of the same era, but they must have been unique in the world.
Perhaps, some of them can be found in ancient books. It is very likely that they were the supreme figures who shook the world in the past and moved the wind and rain on the mainland.
"Is God going to kill me?!" Ye Fan sighed. He tried his best and finally approached the holy mountain. He never thought that he would encounter a shocking desolate slave, how to compete?
Legend has it that "Desolate slaves are not often born." Sometimes they don't climb up from the abyss for hundreds of years, but now five of them appeared all at once.
Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness. He visited the ancient forbidden land three times and met the peerless slave twice. This was really bad luck.
At this moment, he was already extremely old. Although the stone clothes and the sky-covering treasure clothes were not broken, they could no longer stop the erosion of time.
The unicorn seed had long since withered, and Ye Fan extracted endless life essence to support his immortality, but it could not last long.
The seeds of the magical medicine and his body were his biggest trump cards. He could have rushed to the Holy Mountain, but now something like this happened.
"brush"
A figure floated down from the holy mountain like a ghost without touching the ground, and came straight towards Ye Fan. The hairs all over his body stood on end, and a terrifying aura rushed towards him.
"Buzz!"
At the critical moment, the holy body's golden blood boils. Even though the body is aging, it still has endless potential, like a natural power to resist famine.
Ye Fan steeled himself, walked as fast as flying, and rushed towards another holy mountain. He did not choose to leave, because of his current situation, he might have died of old age and become ashes before he left the forbidden area.
This is a middle-aged man with white hair as white as snow, a majestic appearance, and a temperament that makes him look down on the world. He must have been an earth-shattering figure in the past.
He blocked Ye Fan's way almost in the blink of an eye, but he didn't take action and stared at his wheel for a moment.
Ye Fan's heart was beating violently, as if he was being stared at by an ancient wild beast. All the blood in his body was about to be evaporated, and his body seemed to burst.
How powerful is this person?
Although he was in a bad state at this time, with his flesh and blood drying up and his body decaying, he still felt like this after all because he was a Holy Body!
The white-haired man stepped forward, steadily and firmly, each step seemed to be able to crack the mountains and the earth. Ye Fan found that the sky-covering treasure clothes were directly cracked, and the stone clothes were shattered.
Absolutely terrifying!
This middle-aged man is majestic and seems to dominate the world. He moves forward calmly, as if a great mountain is pressing down on Ye Fan, trying to crush him.
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and the golden blood rushed out and walked around him. The potential of the immortal holy body surged to resist the disaster.
At the same time, with his majestic appearance, he recited strange scriptures, which resounded throughout the heaven and earth, like thunder coming to the world, shaking the ancient trees and causing leaves to fly.
He vibrated with the golden blood of the holy body. This was his last unique trump card that he could actively cast. This was the hundreds of words of ancient scriptures in the ancient bronze coffin.
From the past to the present, he has never understood that when he roared at this time, it did not turn into a sound, but just a wave.
This scripture does not exist in the world. Whether it is written or recited, it cannot be revealed and cannot be understood by outsiders.
Suddenly, the same scripture rang out from the mountainside not far away, louder and louder than his, covering the heaven and earth, as if it was expounding the great truth.
The sound of the sky is like thunder, but only Ye Fan can hear it clearly. It is exactly the same as his scriptures, and it turns into a kind of divine power, and others cannot understand its meaning.
Ye Fan ignored everything else and rushed towards the mountainside. Regardless of whether the white-haired man followed or not, the only thing that existed in his heart was the ancient coffin.
At this time, his consciousness was a little blurry, and he would fall to the ground at any time, and he couldn't care about anything else.
In the ancient wood forest halfway up the mountain, a huge ancient bronze coffin lay quietly there, showing vicissitudes of life and eternity, as if it was connected to ancient times.
The bronze coffin fell sideways, and the coffin lid slipped to the side. Ye Fan staggered, came closer, and immediately jumped in. He could no longer hold on.
"Am I going to die? No 'I must not die!',
He held the seeds of the Kirin magic medicine in his arms, and the only trace of blood spilled out, stirring the life essence into his body. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from passing out.
But his condition was so bad that even though his will was as strong as iron, he couldn't hold on any longer. The scars on the road cracked and suddenly expanded, and he almost died.
Ye Fan finally fainted and the cracks in the avenue deepened. His spirit and body could not bear the heavy load, and he fell into the ancient coffin.
After more than five years, nearly six years, he entered the Qingdiao coffin plant again. Everything came to this world because of it, and now he re-entered.
The bronze coffin that crosses the star field, I don’t know where it starts or ends, it is full of too many secrets.
I don’t know how long it took for Ye Fan to wake up leisurely. The heavenly sound of the avenue had stopped long ago. It was extremely quiet and there was no sound at all.
There was no Huang power in the coffin boat, and time could not continue to deprive him of his life. Ye Fan knew that he had made the right bet, and hundreds of words of ancient scriptures moved the ancient coffin.
Before entering the ancient forbidden land, he made various assumptions. Since even Huang was taboo on the ancient coffin and pushed it out of the abyss, then it must not be afraid of that kind of aura.
At the critical moment of life and death, his choice was right. He echoed the ancient coffin's heavenly voice and entered this place, which allowed him to escape.
Although time has no longer corroded him, his condition is extremely bad, the scars on the road have worsened, and the origin of his life has almost been cut in half.
Moreover, at this time, his body is aging, his flesh and blood are drying up, he is almost exhausted, and he will reach the end of his life at any time.
If it were not for the seeds of the Kirin magic medicine in hand, he would have turned into withered bones. The purple Kirin, which was no bigger than a baby's fist, was dull and almost withered.
This was an extravagant squandering, absorbing the life of the seeds of the immortal medicine to fight against the years. I am afraid he is the only one in the world who has done this.
Even the peerless emperor who wears the divine robes of ancient sages cannot approach the Holy Mountain. Even though Ye Fan is incomparable in body, without this seed, it would be almost impossible to get here and live till now.
This is the rarest holy object in the world!
"Don't be a dead ghost..." Ye Fan felt guilty. The elixir of immortality was the only one in the world. If he died, it would be impossible to reappear.
The sky and the earth were silent. He looked out and saw neither the white-haired man nor the other figures.
"Can this ancient coffin really restrain them?"
Although he did not die, Ye Fan's longevity was exhausted and he was just relying on the Kirin seeds to continue his life. The terrible scars of the avenue could take away his life at any time.
"I am trapped here, how can I reach the top of the mountain?" He felt that he had no strength to climb up. As long as he left the bronze coffin, he could not resist the breath of desolation.
"No, I have to go up. There is no time to waste, otherwise I will die here!" Ye Fan was anxious.
If he had enough magical power, he could carry the bronze coffin up there and resist the invasion of time, but now it is a problem for him to walk.
"What should I do? The unicorn seeds have shriveled up and it is difficult to draw out the life essence. How should I get up there?" Ye Fan has never felt so helpless as now.
Death is so close to him, maybe he will pass away before it gets dark, and his life will dry up, making it difficult for him to continue living.
Ye Fan stood up with difficulty and looked out. The nine huge dragon corpses in the ancient forest were like the Great Wall of Steel. They had not rotted yet. The black light was shining and full of power, making people tremble.
"Is this a real dragon?!"
His voice trembled, and the nine corpses looked exactly like real dragons, as powerful as the sky, but after experiencing too many things, he was already skeptical about the existence of fairy spirits.
"Perhaps you can only walk into the dragon that has evolved to the extreme state."
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and rushed out quickly with the unicorn seed in his hand, running towards the huge dragon corpse with shimmering scales. He was ready to drink the dragon's blood to survive.
“Qiang!’,
Sparks flew everywhere, and Ye Fan's fingers seemed to be chopped on the Divine Iron of Ten Thousand Refiners, unable to be cut open at all. The injuries he suffered were so severe that even a single dragon scale could not be shaken after being chopped several times. It was terrifying.
The scars left him almost unable to stand.
He tried his best to break the dragon corpse, and his body became even more aging. He almost fell to the ground. Ye Fan used his last strength and managed to return to the copper coffin, fell to the ground, and could no longer move.
“Am I really going to die?’,
Ye Fan was dejected, far away from his hometown, came to the other side of the starry sky, and died in a place no one knew about, with no relatives or friends to know about him. This was too sad.
"If I die like this, who will shed a tear for me..."
He can't even spread the news. Ten years or a hundred years later, there will only be a white skeleton here. If someone with amazing talents can come here, they will only sigh.
Ye Fan really didn't want to die like this, and said to himself: "What other trump cards do I have that I can take the initiative to use?"
He rummaged through his body for golden Taoist scriptures, silver Yuantian Book, Bodhi Seeds... many treasures, except for the shriveled unicorn seeds, it was difficult to save his life at this time.
"Ding"
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and a small clear stone fell to the ground. It was only as big as a knuckle, flowing with colorful brilliance, very crystal clear and beautiful.
"Little girl..." Seeing this small stone, Ye Fan suddenly thought of the pitiful little girl of unknown origin.
With a thought in his mind, he put the small colorful stones into the palm of his hand, using them as magic medicine to absorb the essence. With a "swipe" sound, a seven-colored light sank into his body.
"This is...', Ye Fan was surprised. He felt comfortable all over and had a lot more strength.
He could hardly believe all of this. What kind of stone was this, and how could it have such pure life energy? He continued to absorb it, and stream after stream of colorful brilliance rushed into his body.
Ye Fan finally sat up, regained some strength, and looked at this small stone in disbelief. It was not an elixir of immortality, but it contained powerful life essence.
"Nannan..." Ye Fan did not expect that the small stone Nannan gave him at the critical moment saved his life, otherwise he would not have the strength to stand up.
Has anyone guessed the origin of the little girl? If anyone knows, then I will write the answer on the back of the monthly ticket and vote it out. There are less than three days left for guessing this month.