The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Duan De stopped Ye Fan and said, which surprised Ye Fan.

"Is there something hidden under this valley?"

Ye Fan was only in the realm of Taoist palaces, and naturally he didn't have the magical power of Duan De, who could see the situation below the valley through the hazy clouds.

But seeing Duan De like this, Ye Fan became even more curious about the valley below. The two walked down the valley from the hillside together. At the bottom of the valley that blocked the light, Ye Fan saw a shocking scene.

Ye Fan didn't know what kind of scene the idiom "the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood" was like before, but now he has seen it with his own eyes.

Beneath that layer of hazy clouds, the bottom of the entire valley was full of countless corpses, all of whom died in a very miserable state.

On the pale and bloodless face, every pair of eyes were wide open, as if telling the fear and unwillingness they saw before death, the blood under the corpse converged into a huge puddle, stepped on Not even at the ankle.

A strong smell of blood mixed with resentment, unwillingness and gloom were covered under the valley by this hazy cloud and mist, lingering together with this sea of ​​corpses and blood.

"This... is this the cultivator who broke into the ancient forbidden land and died before?"

Looking at the scene at the bottom of the valley in front of him, Ye Fan felt that his heart was extremely cold.

There are at least tens of thousands of these corpses lying at the bottom of the valley. All of them died tragically in this valley. How terrible should the enemies they encounter be?

"No, they've been dead for thousands of years."

Looking at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in the valley in front of him, even Duan De, who has always been cheeky and lawless, became serious.

"How can the body not rot after being dead for thousands of years?"

Ye Fan didn't quite believe it, but Duan De's next words made him feel like a nine-day thunder.

"If Pindao guessed correctly, this should be the place where Tianxuan Holy Land attacked the restricted area of ​​life, and finally the entire Holy Land's disciples were destroyed."

"They are all disciples of the Heavenly Jade Holy Land who died at the beginning."

"Here, is 113 the place where Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed..."

Ye Fan's heart was greatly shocked. This is the old madman's classmate, and this is the site of the original battle.

"This place is blocked by feng shui, and there are clouds and mists that cover the sky, and all the breath is accumulated in the valley. In addition, these Holy Land disciples were unwilling and resentful when they died in battle, which is why their bodies have not rotted for thousands of years. Even the blood is still liquid.”

Duan De took out the compass, and explained quickly with five fingers on one hand.

"How powerful was the enemy in that battle?"

Ye Fan's throat is a little dry. Thousands of years ago, the most powerful holy land in the Eastern Wasteland was destroyed in the ancient forbidden land. This is not just as terrible as the Jinpeng just now, no wonder all the cultivators will hate the forbidden land Fear and hate, and even keep silent about the restricted area of ​​life.

Seeing the burial place where Tianxuan Holy Land was destroyed with his own eyes, Ye Fan also understood more about why the old madman became mad.

Anyone who sees their classmates and elders in such a situation, while they are still alive in this world, will be tortured.

"Dead... they're all dead..."

Behind Ye Fan and Duan De, the old madman's slightly frantic murmur sounded. .

Chapter [-] Old Madman!Great Saint?

Hearing the old madman's voice behind, Ye Fan and Duan De all turned around, unexpectedly seeing the ragged old madman.

At this time, he was still unkempt, but his eyes were full of tears at the moment, and his expression was very sad.

The old lunatic looked at the corpse of the Tianxuan Holy Land disciple lying all over the ground deep in the valley in front of him, and his whole body was trembling.

All those who were dead were his former classmates, and some of them might even be his former Paoze brothers, but now the bones have not rotted after thousands of years.

This is an indescribable grief, a grief that cannot be forgotten even if one dies.

Ye Fan and Duan De looked at each other, neither of them said anything, but they didn't want to be ruined by their own voice at this time. Both of them got out of the way, so that the poor old man could go on and stay away from what he once said. Those of the same class are closer.

"All dead... all dead... can never win..."

The old madman knelt down on his knees in front of those corpses in a decadent manner, buried his face in his palms and cried. The desolate cry echoed throughout the valley, making Ye Fan's heart tighten even more.

At this moment, Jinpeng's shrill cry suddenly came from the sky above the valley. It was obvious that those cultivators had been completely slaughtered by the beasts just now.

The gust of wind whistled past, but it still couldn't blow away the clouds that had shrouded the valley for thousands of years. Ye Fan and Duan De raised their heads and could only see a huge shadow flying over the clouds, almost covering the entire valley.

"This big bird Zhen Nima spoils the atmosphere."

Duan De said softly.

Jin Peng's shrill cry became louder and louder. It seemed that he had just devoured a lot of flesh and blood in the pursuit and slaughter of those cultivators, and now he was in a very happy mood.

At this time, the old madman who was kneeling in front of the bodies of the Tianxuan disciples at the bottom of the valley suddenly stopped crying and stood up from the ground. His messy and dirty hair was windless and a stern breath came straight from the old madman's feet. At the top of the head, an angry dragon roared into the sky, and it rushed out a huge hole in the clouds and mist over the valley.

"Immeasurable his mother's celestial being! The great sage is supreme!"

Seeing that the old maniac suddenly changed from a crazy old man to a dragon-like breath, the fat Taoist Duan De's eyes widened, and the compass he was holding in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Even Qin Xuan, who was always watching here, showed a trace of confusion in his eyes. Although he tried his best to eliminate his traces, he still inadvertently changed history.

Looking at the strength displayed by the old madman, Qin Xuan was thoughtful.

Because according to the cognition of the previous life, the old madman is now a saint, and now he is a great saint.

And in the eyes of Ye Fan and Duan De, the aura of the old madman at this time is like a rainbow, and it doesn't look like an old mad old man can have it.

Such a strong contrast made Ye Fan froze in place for a moment, although he thought that he might be a cultivator with a high level of cultivation when he heard the old woman say that the old madman has lived for thousands of years.

He never thought that this old lunatic was actually a great sage at the pinnacle of the realm, and that was an existence that was infinitely close to the Emperor!

"roll!"