ancient martial arts emperor

Chapter 42 Nightmare!

Ye Fan dived in the middle of the night, and traveled fast all the way, until he ran a long way before his mood calmed down a little.

He found a mountain depression, which is extremely secret and not too far away from the Li family, so he rested for a while. He has a certain plan, no matter what he will face, strength will always come first. For the poor, when it was dawn, they first went to the town to purchase some necessary items, which could also add a lot of protection in dealing with future dangers.

Moreover, Ye Fan's strength has been hovering at the third-tier earth-level fighter for many days, and the output of fighting spirit has reached more than 230 degrees. As long as he continues to prepare the elixir, there is still hope for another breakthrough in a short time.

While he was thinking, a sense of spirituality came from his space bag.

Zhou Yimei, the spiritual consciousness entered the space bag, and it felt like it was transmitted from the sound transmission talisman of thousands of miles. Seeing this, he hastily imagined the talisman.

Looking intently, the red talisman on it gradually shone, and then Ye Fan tapped on the talisman a few times with one hand.

"Brother Ye, did you hear that?"

It was Xing Zhen's voice, and Ye Fan whispered back: "Brother, what's the matter? What happened?"

"Brother, according to my calculations for the task I just received, the Assassin League and the employer behind it may be about to attack the Li family in ten days, because that day happens to be the birthday of the old Patriarch Li."

Xing Zhen's voice was very low, and Ye Fan knew that he might be in an unsafe situation.

Nodding his head, frowning slightly, Ye Fan replied softly: "Well, I see, brother, be more careful."

The conversation between the two ended here. Ten days later, on the occasion of the birthday of the old Patriarch of the Li family, a catastrophe was approaching, and I don't know what precautions the Li family had.

The night was still long, and Ye Fan simply didn't do anything more. After running around for so long, he was more or less tired. Taking advantage of the cool autumn wind and the dense night, he slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed the night. With this calm before the storm.

However, this sleep was not so peaceful.

In the hazy, there was a mist, which seemed illusory and unreal. In the dream, Ye Fan stretched out his hand to push away the mist that blocked his vision, and walked in the endless space. He said it was a dream, but it was somewhat real. He even He could feel the air filled with many kinds of unparalleled and domineering forces, and he could be sure that the masters of these forces definitely surpassed Luo Tian who was at his peak.

After walking for a long time, his vision suddenly opened up, but even though he could see things at this moment, the scene in front of him also shocked him there.

On the vast land in front of him, there is a blood-red mist. Under the mist are countless tombs, big and small, and around the tombs, there are countless monsters with strange shapes, fighting each other. Ye Fan couldn't help but frowned, and took precautions.

He found that the battles of these monsters that were fighting were very regular. It was more real than killing, because a large part of them were screaming and howling, but they didn't fight back.

The dark red demon blood with the smell of blood flowed into a river of blood and flowed towards the group of graves. The strange thing is that the blood is being continuously absorbed by the graves, and on the graves that have absorbed the blood, the strange red The light is also gradually becoming stronger.

Ye Fan murmured in his heart. No matter who saw this scene with his own eyes, he would inevitably be terrified. Moreover, Ye Fan did not seem to have this population in his memory.

What's even more strange is that this vast land is not the only one with this burial mound. It is right next door to the place shrouded in blood-red mist. The sky is full of black air, and unidentified flying objects shuttle among the black air. There are still countless graves above the ground.

Ye Fan looked at these two unknown races carefully, and he can conclude that these two races absolutely do not belong to this world, or have already been completely extinct, but what is going on?

His gaze finally fell on another open space, looking at the tombstones and the engraved handwriting on them, Ye Fan muttered in his mouth.

"Zhantian Douhuang, Xingtian Tomb..., Aoyu Douhuang, Chen Luofeng's Tomb... Qingtian Douhuang, Zhan Wuji's Tomb..."

"This, this is actually a peerless powerhouse that has appeared in the history of human civilization."

Not only the people on these tombstones shocked him, but even the names on the tombstones on the smaller tombs behind these large tombs shocked him. Human history has a long history, and no one knows that it exists. Over the years, these peerless powerhouses have become names one by one in the long river of history.

"Gu, Gu Wu Dou Huang, God of War Luo Tian?"

Ye Fan was completely shocked when he saw the clear handwriting on the tombstone in front of the last big tomb. This is actually his own tomb?This is a dream?Is it false?Is it phantom?But what exactly does this mean, what does this mean, and what kind of secret is hidden in his own rebirth.

Not only these tombs, there are also many huge bones not far away. From the outside, they are the corpses of the king of beasts, Shenlong, and some ancient spirit beasts. Appearing on this continent will inevitably cause an uproar.However, although these bones are dense, Ye Fan can feel that there is a trace of life awakening on them.

He glanced around the three cemeteries in front of him, and suddenly a terrible idea came to his mind, no matter what these were, but the signs showed that they were all recovering.

"Recovery? Are they going to be resurrected? No way... It's too scary. If these alien races really wake up? How long will the human world last? This is a dream, it must be a dream, let me wake up soon."

Nightmares are like nightmares, and no matter how hard Ye Fan tries, he still can't get rid of this terrible nightmare.

Suddenly, a flash of auspicious glow attracted Ye Fan's attention. The light was very strong and came from the sky. He frowned, put his hand between his brows to cover his eyes, and looked there.

After a while, the light gradually dimmed.

High above the sky, a silver-white auspicious cloud appeared. The auspicious cloud was crystal clear, exuding strips of soft silver-white light. This light quietly slipped towards the ground, those bloody blood-colored mist, and billowing magic energy , and even the death aura on the human solitary grave green mound has been weakened to varying degrees.

On top of the auspicious cloud, sits an old man cross-legged. This old man has white beard and hair, a childlike face with white hair, a hairpin as smooth as jade pinned to his head, and a white taoist robe embroidered with patterns of Tai Chi and Eight Trigrams. In his hands, Naturally dragging a silver-white dust whisk.

Ye Fan frowned, and looked at it carefully. This old man is definitely a strong man, a strong man of human beings, but who is he?Moreover, how could his face look so pale?Like a seriously ill patient.

"Child, you are here."

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(End of this chapter)