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"Sunset Valley, the retreat place of an ancient sage, the sea has changed, 10,000+ years have passed, and there is nothing left."

The great river went east and swept away the Grand Canyon, and now the Sunset Valley has become a swamp, and the last traces left by the ancient saints have disappeared.

Ye Fan stood on the bow of the boat, poured a glass of wine, let the river flow swiftly, the boat stood there quietly, and he stared carefully.

Sunset Valley has long been submerged by water, only some hilltops emerge from the water, winding like dragons and snakes, like giant tortoises looking at the moon, which is very strange and weird.

"At the beginning, that saint created the Twelve Swords of Tortoise and Snake, swept across the Eastern Wasteland, and created a prestigious and supreme religion, and all the holy places came to congratulate him."

"It's a pity that no matter how great the inheritance is, it will come to an end one day. It will flourish and decline, but it will end in 2 years. It's so fast, it's astonishing, and it disappears in the middle of the month."

"Sigh, the Twelve Swords of the Turtle and Snake has now become a masterpiece, a masterpiece that is astonishing in the past and the present, disappearing forever."

Ye Fan practiced self-cultivation and walked leisurely. When he encountered such a historic site, he had to pay tribute to it, hoping to feel the traces of his ancestors and the journey of his state of mind.

"The Twelve Swords of Turtle and Snake, are they related to this mountain?" He looked at the remaining hills, which were exposed on the water, resembling spirit snakes and old turtles.

The setting sun is bleak, the setting sun is like blood, dyeing the sky red, and the mountain seems to have spirituality, it seems to be beating in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a turtle and a snake rising together.

"Is it the movement of the mountains, the movement of the water, or the movement of the heart?"

Ye Fan calmed down, exuded his spiritual consciousness, and spread to all the Snake Ridge and Guishan Mountain. In an instant, the mountains, rivers, land, and rivers all roared loudly, making a sound like a yellow bell.

"This is……"

The spiritual imprints of the former sages have been imprinted throughout the ages, and they will never die. At this moment, they were aroused by him, and they all resonated, as if hundreds of big clocks were vibrating.

The river is surging, rolling up to the sky, the cliffs are overwhelming, rumbling and shaking, all kinds of holy lights are shining, illuminating the whole world, and people can't help but worship.

At first, Ye Fan thought it was the imprint of the ancient saint, maybe it triggered the Twelve Swords of the Turtle and Snake, but he quickly rejected it.

This is the resonance of nearly a hundred brand marks, not a powerful dao mark, and soon he knew what was going on. The predecessors came here to pay their respects like him, leaving a fragment of spirit, which was branded between the cliffs.

"A rare and unique knowledge that really disappeared in ancient times. So many people have come to look for it, but they have left nothing to sigh."

Half a month later, Ye Fan had already crossed the distance and came to a vast wilderness. There was no human habitation for hundreds of thousands of miles, only ancient trees and beast roars.

The Tomb of the King of Death, this is a land of bloodshed, a bare mountain, not a single blade of grass grows, not even a bird falls, it is extremely silent, and there is no wind.

This is a veritable barren land. The mountains are red, as if they were stained red with blood. I don't know how long it has passed, but they are still so beautiful.

In the distance, the wilderness is lush and the plants are luxuriant, but here is like an isolated island without any vitality.

According to legend, this is the place where a god king fell. His strength is against the sky, invincible in the world, and he has reached the realm of a saint.

It can be said that in that era, a Donghuang divine body who had reached the realm of a saint was extremely terrifying. There was no opponent in the world, and he swept the world without a single opponent.

The Gaidai God King made good friends with the first generation of Yuan Tianshi, and they entered their old age together. Ominous happened to the originator of Yuan Tianshi's lineage, and all kinds of terrible and mysterious things happened one after another.

In the end, the God King of the Eastern Desolation went to this great wilderness together with the originator of Yuantian, and lived in seclusion together in his later years, preparing to resist all kinds of terrible things.

However, despite the invincible god king's great ability and means against the world, he couldn't change anything. After living in seclusion for half a year, a great battle broke out here that shook the Eastern Wilderness.

The outside world has no way of knowing the details, but they saw the blood light soaring to the sky that day, and the strongest arcane technique of the Eastern Desolation Divine Body, which overturned the world, and the blood light flooded the entire Great Desolation.

The terrifying aura made all the oldest living fossils in Donghuang sense, and each of them was shocked to the point where it couldn't be more.

Afterwards, people rushed here, God King Gai Dai shed blood, the blood stained the earth, and Yuan Tianshi's originator were all dead, and there were no bones left.

It can be said that the tomb of the King of Death was stained red by the blood of an invincible god king in ancient times, flooding this vast wilderness, and it contains the blood of the gods, which has not faded since ancient times.

"The originator of Yuan Tianshi's lineage and such an invincible hero died of hatred in his later years in the fight against "Xinxiang". It's really terrible..."

Ye Fan thought deeply, his heart was very restless, Yuan Tianshi's old age was really difficult to live through, it was a catastrophe, he didn't know how to face it in the future.

"That's..." Suddenly, his expression shook, and he saw a figure standing on the blood grave.

The man was dressed in gray clothes, and disappeared in a flash. He was so fast that Ye Fan couldn't see clearly with his sharp eyes, and couldn't keep up with his speed.

too fast!

Ye Fan was too far away, and felt that the back was a little familiar, and then suddenly his heart was shocked, showing an incredible look, and he followed the Xingzi Jue.

However, when he came close, he was already in sight. According to that speed, it is possible to go eight or nine hundred miles away, and it is impossible to catch up.

"Senior God King!" He yelled, and the entire Great Desolation rumbled, but there was no response.

Ye Fan felt that he had seen Jiang Taixu, the peerless god king who had disappeared for several years, the king in white who had been a life of misery and a hero for a lifetime.

"It really looks like him..." He couldn't be sure, but he felt that [-]% of them were correct, and his heart was extremely shocked.

"The peerless white-clothed god king didn't die, he survived, so he must have made a breakthrough now!" Ye Fan was excited, but also sighed at what happened to the god king in his life.

The ancient ancestor kings are about to be born one after another, and the return of the white-clothed god king is very exciting for Ye Fan. If there is a war with the ancient creatures in the future, this will be an invincible force.

"Extremely affectionate, with a desire to die because of the woman he loves, who cut off the origin of the god king, but is reborn in the end, how powerful will such a person be?" Ye Fan didn't know.

Without nostalgia, cut off the origin of the god king, save Xiao Tingting, and return to a mortal. I am afraid that no god king has been willing to do this throughout the ages!

"The King of God in White Clothes shed all the spiritual blood for me, and exhausted his origin for Xiao Tingting, and finally left alone, wanting to be buried in the mountains and forests with Fairy Sui Caiyun. He lived in this situation..."

Ye Fan lingered here for a long time, comprehending the traces left by the ancient sages. He got up after half a month of meditation, but he couldn't see Jiang Taixu returning. He was very sorry.

"Ye Fan dare to appear in the holy body, and kill his three souls and seven souls, and he will never be reborn forever!" These are the words of the Wang family, which resounded throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

"With my son Wang Teng around, he will never have a chance to stand out. Even if he is the Eucharist, he can only be killed and become a pile of dead bones by the emperor's road!" Wang Teng's father is very high-profile, personally He stood up and said, "If you dare to come out, kill him!"

In the vast eastern wasteland, undercurrents are surging. Ye Fan came back from the famous mountains and rivers to cultivate himself. After hearing these words, he did not attack the Wang family's property again. He believed that the other party must have prepared a net of heaven and earth.

"If you Wang family want to die, you all come to Donghuang, and I will kill you one by one." This is what Ye Fan said after his return, and he appeared in Zhongyu.

At the same time, a very bad signal appeared on the land of Dongtu, an ancient creature was born, came from the north, and was traveling through famous mountains and great rivers.

"Ecstasy, it's just a joke. In front of our family, any physique is like a chicken and a dog, vulnerable!" The first young ancient royal family was born and released such words.

This is a powerful ancient creature that came out of the gods. Although it is very young, it is dreadful. Some people saw that the Northern Emperor Wang Teng walked with him and accompanied him in person.

"Brother Wang, I will help you solve this so-called sacred body. My family wants to kill people, and no one in the sky and on earth can stop it!" A young ancient royal family said, with purple hair, sharp eyes, arrogant and indifferent.

"Your holy prince has a relationship with him, will your doing so cause discord among the ancient race?"

"The Holy Emperor Dou Zhan has already been in the ancient times, but now he is still some kind of prince, if he loses to our descendants of the royal family, he is just a holy ape!" The young ancient royal family sneered again and again.

"As long as I can find Ye Fan, I can crush him to death with one finger!" Wang Teng said indifferently.

In the northern region, in an ancient mountain range, in a magnificent underground ancient palace, the two sat facing each other, discussing like this.

"It doesn't matter, it's not impossible to find him. The ancestor king of my family refined a lake of gods when he was young, and it has infinite magical uses. Now it's placed deep in the ancient cave. You and I will work together to mobilize it. It can reflect his trace." Said the young Taikoo royal family.