Cover the sky

Many people raised their heads and asked the sky.

The outstanding people back then were all full of vigor and vitality, but now they are all white haired roots, and many people have died, and the rest have been stained with years of wind and frost.

"That's it... Is it over? I'm not reconciled, what can the golden age do!"

The long song should cry, and the hero will cry.

How can we forget, how can we let go, a great world is coming to an end like this, the outstanding people in their prime are getting old gradually, they are coming to an end!

After a great life, watching the prosperity of the whole life, like fireworks blooming, will wither like this.

As Ye Fan walked, his words became less and less, and the more he saw, the more silent he became. Is he going to send this life away?

"Look, the Emperor of Heaven is seeing us off, haha..." Someone laughed, and the tears had already flowed down.

"Yes, the Emperor of Heaven is practicing with us. He used to compete with us in the same generation. Hey, haha... Farewell to this life!" Laughing sadly, he staggered away.

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Ye Fan and the others walked all the way and came to the ancient land where they fought in the past. It was a star field that was shattered in the dark and turbulent years, and it was a piece of dilapidated.

At that time, Ye Fan had not yet become an emperor, and he fought with all his blood, and with the heart of death, he threw himself into the battlefield like a moth to a flame.

Looking back, there were bloodstains all the way.

There are remnants here, countless star ruins, and the blood of various creatures stained the ancient land, but it still hasn't dried up.

Meng Duan Xingtu, the people who used to be will never come back.

"Jizi, how much I hope you can live, you and I have a drink with the Holy Prince." Ye Fan whispered.

He thought of a lot, including the god king in white who is like a father and teacher, and Gai Jiuyou, a sick old man who is unparalleled in the world. They have paid too much.

"How can I forget that the Sacred Sun Emperor is in turmoil, even if there is only one human skin left, he will return against the sky and fight until the blood is gone." Long Ma also sighed softly.

Back then, in the Ziwei Starfield, the human emperor's skin reappeared, and even if it died, it had to protect the creatures of an ancient star, and finally the last drop of blood and tears fell from its eyes.

"There is also Emperor Void, who spent his whole life in quelling turmoil until he died in battle. In this life, he still has to shed the last drop of blood, and in the end he is only accompanied by half a broken mirror."

Talking about the past, they sighed for a while.

Even Ye Fan has great compassion, and it is difficult to restrain himself.

Suddenly, the Black Emperor stopped, and the dragon and horse turned their heads. Only Ye Fan did not stop, and continued to walk along the blood-stained battlefield. There was a figure there.

"It's you." Ye Fan recognized her as Xia Jiuyou, the only disciple of Old Man Gai Jiuyou.

In the past, she was a genius girl, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was enough to fight against the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, Yaoguang, Ye Fan and others, and shocked Donghuang.

In the past, she was willful and unruly, but she was defeated by Ye Fan and was severely taught.

Years have passed, and this talented girl has changed a lot. She has grown up long ago, dressed in white clothes like snow, and her face is full of sadness.

Xia Jiuyou is beautiful and moving. She has reached the quasi-emperor state for thousands of years, and her strength is extremely amazing, but there are still a few strands of white hair in her hair.

"You...why are you here?" Seeing her, Ye Fan couldn't help but think of Gai Wudi, and felt great pain in his heart. He still remembered that the sick old man straightened his back, shining brilliantly, and shouted "Who dares to fight me?" Tragic scene.

"I'm looking for my master..." Xia Jiuyou said, with tears on his face, very confused.

For so many years, she has been searching in the universe, not believing that the master is dead, that is her only relative, and she wants to find him.

Ye Fan's heart was bitter and his nose was sore, even if he was the Emperor of Heaven, he could hardly hide his emotions.In the past, 300 years after the end of the dark turmoil, he woke up and searched like crazy, but he found nothing in the end.

Unexpectedly, there is another person who is more persistent than him. He has been looking for it for more than 5000 years, and he is still looking for it now!

"The old man doesn't want you to be like this..." Ye Fan persuaded with discomfort in his heart.

"Master is with me, he will come back, I found a part." Xia Jiuyou said sadly.

"you……"

"Unfortunately, I only found a drop of master's blood." Xia Jiuyou's eyes were full of tears, and he carefully held up a piece of magic crystal, which contained a bright drop of blood.

"Is it really left by Senior Ge?!" Ye Fan groaned.

He looked at it for a long time, and then walked to the depths of the broken battlefield, couldn't help but screamed up to the sky, with too much helplessness and unwillingness in his heart.

Not only Gai Jiuyou, but also so many people floated into Ye Fan's heart one by one, too many people and things passed away just like that.

The past and the past, one day at a time, one scene at a time, seem to be right in front of you.

Ye Fan unleashed his imperial fist, and in this dilapidated battlefield, he struck nine heavens upwards, rumbled thunder, and elegiac songs moved Xinghan.

"After the ancient times, the sky and the earth trembled.

The Beidou beacon smoke is thick.

The years are gone, and the ancient people are in chaos.

The sword qi rushes to Xiao Han, blood-stained rivers and mountains.

The qin and drums rang, the iron ge sang, and the cold light shone on the starry sky.

Iron-clad, ask the world who is the hero.

Immortal clouds rise, the Supreme Being appears, and the eternal battle is on the road to longevity.

Fight, fight, fight!

The starry sky collapsed, and all sentient beings trembled.

White hair stained with blood, thousands of corpses, sorrow in a pool of young girls' blood, chaos and war in the world.

Blood splattered in the sky, swords rushed to Xiaohan, the chaos of eternity, the lament of the end of the world.

Who can pull the mountains and rivers like blood?

All beings call, the emperor goes against the war, blood and tears dry, forever dim.

The void is hard to see, the epiphyllum withers and emerges, a sad song cannot bury an eternal hero, accompanied by a half-faced mirror.

Years are like swords slashing the arrogance of heaven, the road to longevity is enchanting, the beginning of blood and bones, a sad picture of a lifetime.

How many heroes buried their bones in a foreign land, how many brilliant things are hard to come by.

Nine Dragons pulled the coffin, disturbing the chaos of the whole life, the white hair screamed and sang wildly, and the end of the heavenly road could not be found.

The blood of the emperor burns the starry sky, and the words of Xianlu are eternal.