The world has stopped the war, and the sages have secretly deployed troops to win what is more. Tens of millions of people have been fighting against hundreds of millions of troops in the pit. They have been severely disabled by two forces.
Ye QingHan, Lin Wutian and others took the flesh of Sanskrit to the small domain channel. Ten years later, they rushed to the world border and entered the chaotic and silent place.
In this small world opened up, the crazy sect is stationed in it, including the direct descendants of the older generation of the crazy sect. However, after more than 200000 years, those who have not stepped into the upper realm have died of old age, and the upper realm has also entered the twilight era. However, due to the fairy peach tree and the sage law, the crazy sect has more than a dozen saints.
Crazy old man, death of death, twilight of twilight, only saints survived.
Ye QingHan looked at familiar faces, some of whom he didn''t know, but he could probably guess whose descendants they were. After all, the brothers who fought with him in those years could count them.
Ye Huanghe and Bai Xiaosheng are approaching the realm of the great saint. Jian chenxue even approached the great saint ahead of them. The progress of Mo Li, Shi Ge and Lin xukong can not be underestimated. However, it is very difficult to become a great saint. It needs opportunity, and the Xiantao tree can''t help them.
Ye QingHan took out Zuo Shuguang, the wooden stake and the body of the saint of fraternity. Knowing that they could not be saved, he buried them under the Xiantao tree first. At least they should have a place to rest when they die.
Crazy people knelt on one knee, shed tears under the peach tree, and drank three cups of turbid wine to the hero.
Ye QingHan clenched his iron fist and said ruthlessly, "don''t worry, I won''t let the three of them die in vain. I want the world consciousness to kneel in front of them and repent for three lives!"
All the saints of the crazy sect clenched their fists and had an idea in their hearts, that is, revenge!
Xiantao tree understands the feelings between ye QingHan and Kuangzong, and also understands the persistence of Kuangzong people. It knows that the world consciousness either kills ye QingHan and others, or will be killed by Ye QingHan. It doesn''t know the taste in her heart.
After all things were handled, ye QingHan opened the golden coffin of Sanskrit and asked, "Xiantao immortal, can you help me save Sanskrit?"
Old Xiantao asked in surprise, "she... Isn''t she Skywalker? It should be the enemy."
Ye QingHan shook his head and said, "she''s just being hoodwinked. Knowing the truth, she will naturally understand what to do. Now the two great saints Tongtian and the most holy have realized that they have killed the holy finger and broken the sky and picked up the star for more than 200000 years. I don''t know how much they have cultivated, so I need help."
WOW!!
Old Xiantao changed and appeared in front of the golden coffin. He still looked like a vicissitudes of life. He had really lived forever. Hundreds of thousands of years seemed like a moment to him.
He reached out and touched the pale face of Sanskrit, and the divine consciousness slowly integrated into the sea of Sanskrit. He found that her soul almost died, and the fire of life would also be extinguished, which was more serious than ye QingHan''s death.
"You can save, but you should think clearly. If I give her another drop of the essence of this life, her strength will be uncontrollable, and she may not help you." the old man Xiantao warned in a deep voice.
Ye QingHan said firmly, "help! I believe I can convince her, and I also have evidence to prove that my words are right."
Xiantao old man''s fingertips forced out a drop of dark green essence of his life. This is the essence of Xiantao tree, which is the real fairy medicine. If there is an immortal fairyland, there are few such great tonic fairy materials in the fairyland.
WOW!!
The old man Xiantao dropped the essence into the mouth of Sanskrit, waved his hand, and a ray of Fairy Light covered the flesh of Sanskrit.
The soul of Sanskrit is wrapped by the essence of this life, bathed in immortal light, recovers rapidly, and a strong breath bursts out.
Ye QingHan waved to pull up the ruling inserted in the stone, walked slowly to the golden coffin, pressed the blade of the ruling on Sanskrit''s head, and waited for her recovery. As long as Sanskrit was stubborn, he would destroy the flowers with his hands and show no mercy!
Time passed quickly. Ten years passed. The soul of Sanskrit was repaired very quickly. The fire of life burned again. Such a serious injury took only ten years to repair. It can be seen how terrible the essence of Xiantao tree is.
Sanskrit Yin slowly opened his eyes. He didn''t expect that what he saw at the first sight was ye QingHan!
"Leaf... You''re not dead..." Sanskrit''s pupil shrinks and wants to struggle to stand up, but the blade of judgment has sent out the smell of destroying saints and can only lie in the coffin safely.
Ye QingHan replied coldly, "yes, I''m not dead. If I die, do you think you can recover?"
"Why save me?" Sanskrit Yin was in some pain. She didn''t want to be the enemy of Ye QingHan, but she didn''t want to go against the destiny. Should this dilemma torture herself again? She might rather die than live again.
Ye QingHan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "because I want to prove that my speculation is correct. World consciousness is just using you."
"Heaven has a life and dare not disobey. All the glory we wait for is given by the heavenly father. Why does it use us?" Sanskrit asked suspiciously, staring at ye QingHan with his eyes.
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Just then, the old Xiantao sighed and said, "Fanyin girl, Lord Ye is right. You have indeed been used. World consciousness just wants to use you to improve its immortal Dharma, not really benefit the world. I have experienced several civilizations, and none of them has achieved immortal Wonderland. As long as someone approaches the immortal immortal realm, the disaster of world destruction will come. One is a coincidence, and two are also coincidence. Can it be three times Is it still a coincidence? "
Sanskrit is silent and can''t accept the reality of being used.
"If you want evidence, I can take you to see it. Just give me a little time. If you still want to be an enemy with me, you and I are the real enemy." ye QingHan took a deep breath and said in a condensed voice.
The Vatican Feng''s eyes were shining like the bright moon. Looking at ye QingHan''s eyes, he felt that he didn''t seem to be lying, so he nodded and said, "what evidence? Take me to see. If I''m really wrong, I''ll thank you with death!"
"It''s OK to apologize for your sins with death. Xiantao immortal saved you with the essence of his life, not to let you apologize for your sins with death." ye QingHan said coldly.
Sanskrit Yin clenched his pink fist and found that the seal of immortality had disappeared. Without immortal soldiers, he couldn''t beat ye QingHan at all. At the moment, he didn''t want to fight. He just wanted to see what the so-called evidence of Ye QingHan was.
WOW————————
Whew————————
Ye QingHan grabbed the Sanskrit sound and left. He galloped quietly in the world. Even if he was hidden, he was still as fast as lightning.
Not the peak speed, it took ye QingHan about eight years to bring the Sanskrit sound to the end of the northern wilderness. The holy tomb is still there, which is overwhelming and inaccessible to ordinary people.
Ye QingHan pulled Shang Tian out again and said faintly, "Shang Tian, help me untie the prohibition of immortal patterns."
Shangtian was familiar with the road, coupled with the cooperation of Ye QingHan''s strength, the immortal pattern prohibition was opened in less than a moment.
WOW!!
Ye QingHan took away Shang Tian and directly integrated into the holy tomb with Sanskrit, lighting the source of fire and illuminating the holy tomb.