I woke up after 300 million years

The dark side of the moon.

This place is covered by strange power, which cannot be monitored by any precision human instruments. A dark-style palace stands majestically, and there is silence for thousands of miles, and there are no craters.

Deep in the palace, a woman was lying on the stone bed.

Black hair, black eyes, black skirt, bare feet, as motionless as a corpse, exquisite facial features, not belonging to the beauty of a normal human woman, but more like a perfect woman in fantasy.

In an instant, the woman's beautiful eyes turned and she appeared above the moon, staring at the blue planet.

She sensed it carefully for a moment, and said to herself in a sweet voice without any emotion:

"The door to the spirit world reappears, hidden in the territory of Daxia. Who opened the door?"

"Yan Fan? God? Xuanhuang Tianzun? Shady? Or the Spirit King himself?"

"Once the spiritual world collides with reality again, the soul will find its destination, and the Kingdom of God will definitely be affected. As for Yan Fan's Kingdom of the Sun, in order to seal the shady story, he has consumed all the core energy of the Kingdom of the Sun. He was previously killed by the God of Law. He and the Goddess of Destiny are barely maintaining a stable state, but now there is an opportunity. As long as he absorbs part of the core energy of the spiritual world, the Kingdom of the Sun God can be revived. He can also use this power to quickly be promoted to a high-level dark night without having to put in all the effort. Go find the 'spirit'."

When the analysis came to this point, the woman in the black skirt was silent and shook her head, "Wrong, I am too idealistic. Although the first generation of spirit kings had nothing to do with the world, they were the ones who controlled the spirit world after all. Whoever dares to invade the spirit world will be conquered by the spirit kings. Destroy all enemies, and the current Yan Fan who blocks the source of the sun is definitely not the enemy of the Spirit King."

Three hundred million years ago, among the ten ancient gods, Yan Fan reached the level of the strongest ancient god through a special method. However, the ancient gods all understood that Yan Fan was only unparalleled in combat power and did not belong to the first class. The real first generation was the first generation. The Spirit King is suspected to be half a step into the old class.

There are also two ancient gods who survived the second era, Shengsang and Quan Tianzun. It is said that they have reached half a step of the old level.

Of course, the woman in the black dress knew very little about the specific situation. The Spirit King was too mysterious and only a handful of people had ever seen the Spirit King. God and Quan Tianzun were two old foxes who loved to play tricks and secretly promote the changes of the times. These three Zungu almost never fought at full strength.

Therefore, the woman in the black dress cannot accurately judge the strength.

Anyway, the Ancient Gods tacitly agree that Yan Fan is currently the strongest Ancient God, and he even dares to attack the undercover, but that is something that no Ancient God has the courage to confront.

More importantly, Yan Fan neither won nor lost, and sealed the shady story with his own body.

The woman in the black skirt has never figured it out. You must know that above the ancient gods are the old rulers, and the next higher level is the strongest level of outer gods.

Yan Fan used the power of the ancient gods to seal the outer gods, which indeed shocked the other nine ancient gods [-] million years ago.

After thinking about it for a long time, the woman in the black dress placed her slender right hand on her chin and whispered softly:

"Forget it, you need to take risks to make profits. My kingdom has been shattered and has not yet fully recovered. It will be troublesome to encounter any ancient god at this time."

"Just wait and see."

......

Shangjing, inside the tiankeng and dry well.

Thousands of corpses shook, gray mist and deathly energy billowed, and the unattainable door to the spiritual world was pushed open through a gap. Yan Fan and others had already disappeared and headed to the spiritual world.

In a gray world, visibility does not exceed five meters.

"Hiss, it's so cold. I feel like my hands and feet are getting hardened. There's too much fog here. Will we get lost?" Su Yanyu crossed her arms over her chest, her lips turned purple from the cold, and her long, straight black hair was covered with a layer of white. Frost, I feel the trembling from my soul every step I take.

A young lady like her has never experienced hardship. At this moment, her mentality has already collapsed, and her eyes are getting more and more numb.

She had asked where this was many times before. Where are you going? Can't you go back? Aren't you normal humans? All he got in return was a perfunctory "Just follow me."

In contrast, Jian He and Mo Qingwu were as calm as a mountain, especially Mo Qingwu, who restrained his playful and smiling mood, carefully observed the surrounding environment with a pair of beautiful eyes, and held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand. Once he sensed something was wrong, he would fight back at any time, and his spirit was highly tense. stretch.

After all, this is an unknown world, and any danger may occur. The most taboo thing for monks is to be arrogant and careless when exploring the secret realm. If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

Yan Fan, with charming gray fog eyes and light beige windbreaker, walked at the front, observing the changes in the spiritual world.

[Why are these fogs generated at the entrance? There was none before, and the familiar ‘soul path’ was nowhere to be found. If an ordinary soul came to the spirit world, it would most likely be lost in this place...]

[I remember that there is a city not far from the gate to the spirit world, which is dedicated to welcoming new souls. I passed by it once and it was quite lively. It seemed to be called the City of Night...]

[There are very few ‘spirits’ in the air, which can only barely maintain the operation of the spiritual world. It is estimated that there have been no new souls for too long, causing the entire spiritual world to fall to the altar...]

[I can’t sense the Spirit King’s aura. Are the Four Emperors and the Seven Gods of War not here either? It was much quieter than the last time I came here, like...like a dead world. 】

[No, this is a world of the dead. What am I complaining about? 】

All kinds of thoughts came to mind like a hurricane. Yan Fan waved his hand to push away the gray fog. His brown eyes penetrated ten thousand meters away and vaguely saw the desolate and cold white desert.

Above the desert, there is an eternal city!

The ancient gray-white city wall, and outside the city gate are countless broken walls, countless bones and corpses, and countless strange creatures with teeth and claws. Unfortunately, these creatures have long since died and their souls have decayed.

The gravel road leading to the city gate was stained with bright red bloodstains. There were so many tombstones on both sides that it surrounded the city. The tombstones made of granite were severely weathered and incomplete.

"Something's wrong." Yan Fan withdrew his gaze and told Jianhe, "Speed ​​up and follow my pace. Something seems to have happened in the spirit world."

Hearing this, Jian He did not dare to be careless and raised his right hand. The cuff of the white cloth slipped off, and there was a tattoo of a wooden sword broken in half on his arm.

This wooden sword is not simple. It is an immortal weapon passed down by the Sword Sect 9000 years ago. It is called the Dead Tree Spring Sword. It contains the power of thunder and calamity. It is three points more powerful than ordinary immortal weapons. Unfortunately, against Jack and the other two The demigod time was broken, the weapon spirit died, and it fell to the level of an immortal weapon. It was barely considered a top-quality sword. Even so, Jianhe was still reluctant to give up and wanted to find materials to recast it.

The sword energy exploded, and the broken sword changed from a tattoo to an entity. The moment he held the hilt of the sword, his momentum increased by three levels, and he was worthy of the honorific title of "Sword Immortal" in the contemporary era.

"It's amazing!" Su Yanyu exclaimed in amazement and opened her mouth to ask, but then she thought about the indifferent attitude of the other party and would definitely not explain it to her, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

She was quite depressed. After all, she was the daughter of the Su family in Jiangcheng. She was perfectly white and rich. Countless people fawned over her, accommodated her, and praised her. She was considered a goddess by all the stars wherever she went. But in the eyes of Yan Ba ​​and the others, I am no different from the air.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved and sad. Su Yanyu bit her lips tightly, lowered her head and followed.

After a while, a group of people, led by Yan Fan, walked through the gray fog and stood on the edge of the cliff.

Mo Qingwu looked not far away and asked in shock:

"Is there a city of this size in the world of the dead?"

Yan Fan asked instead, "What do you think?"

"I thought it was just nothingness, with my soul wandering aimlessly." Mo Qingwu responded honestly.

Holding the broken sword and nodding, he thought so too.

After all, ascetics have done very little research on the soul. They choose to kill any evil soul they encounter, and have no interest in understanding the world of the soul, or what the soul thinks or does.

Exhaling a breath of white mist, Yan Fan shook his head and stated vividly:

"The existence of the spirit world is extremely special. After ordinary souls enter the spirit world, the power of rules will erase the memories of their lifetime and start a new life here. If such souls do not have the opportunity, they will dissipate after 20 years and turn into nutrients to feed back to the spirit world. , when a powerful soul enters the spirit world, there is a certain probability of avoiding the influence of the power of rules and retaining memories of life. With better luck, it will be easy to live for thousands or even thousands of years in the spirit world."

"So, powerful souls will build cities, compete for territory, and obtain more resources. This is the same in reality. To be precise, it is the same for any living being. For limited resources, it can only continue to expand its power. The consequence of being weak is destruction. "

It's not that we were born in a peaceful era, it's just that we have a strong country... Su Yanyu recalled what her grandfather said to her.

As a military boss, her grandfather had dedicated his life to Daxia. He had experienced too many hardships and witnessed historical wars. He believed that force was the key to deterring the enemy.

...Let’s go and have a look first.

Yan Fan made up his mind, took a step forward, his body was suspended in the air, and then fell at a very fast speed, with the strong wind howling in his ears, and he landed smoothly in just a few seconds.

Jian and Xukong were pacing, and their speed was not slow either.

Mo Qingwu grabbed Su Yanyu's shoulder with one hand and swooped down, scaring the girl so much that she closed her eyes and screamed.

After landing, the group continued to move forward. The cold wind stirred the white sand, and the atmosphere was strange.

Time passes, at the city gate.

"Sister Fairy, I'm so scared, can you hold my hand tightly?" Su Yanyu begged softly, tears flashing in her red eyes.

After three seconds of silence, Mo Qingwu took the girl with his left hand and said:

"Remember, don't talk loudly, don't cry, don't scream, don't run around, and stay calm when you see any monsters. If you lose your calm and cause us trouble, you will bear the consequences."

Although your grandfather has contributed to Daxia, you are you. If you really make trouble, we can only abandon you... Mo Qingwu added with a slander.

The words "at your own risk" are very straightforward.

Su Yanyu covered her mouth and nodded with tears in her eyes, expressing her absolute compliance.

After squinting at the girl, Yan Fan stopped paying attention and looked up at the city gate. There were three characters carved with powder after the monster's bones were crushed. They belonged to ancient characters [-] million years ago.

night city.

I remember that the ruler of this city is one of the Seven Martial Gods, a monster who also took the "dark night" path to becoming a god... The Spirit King asked him to guard this place and provide a safe haven for the new souls, but now he It was so abandoned, and the city gate was mottled and tattered. Judging from the traces, it should have been attacked by a huge fist... Yan Fan had no expression on his face, and he quickly organized words in his mind:

"Cousin, you go in and take a look first, we will wait for you outside."

"Shall I go?" Jianhe pointed at himself, with a look of astonishment on his face.

If you don't go, is it possible for me to go? If the Spirit King is inside, if something goes wrong, even if you are a dead Taoist friend and not a poor Taoist, I can still come to your rescue when you are in danger. If I are in danger, you may turn around and run away with your second wife... Yan Fan It’s full of inner drama, half deception and half serious expression:

"This is your chance to hone your skills. There are many powerful Extraordinaries in the spiritual world. As the leader of the Taoist Alliance and the only immortal in our time, you will lead the Taoists to declare war on the Extraordinaries in the future. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles!"

Your words remind me of Uncle Jian Jinyan. Are you trying to fool me? Or do you already know that there is danger in the city and let me be the pathfinder... After getting along for a short time, Jian He did not dare to look down on Yan Fan, the "oldest man", who is totally a master who traps people without paying for their lives.

He hesitated for a moment and asked in a thick voice:

"Senior, how about we come together?"

"Alas." Yan Fan pretended to sigh, holding the sword and shoulders with both hands, looking at each other, and talking nonsense seriously, "Look at my eyes, bright and clear, without a trace of deception! Brother Xinfan, get eternal life!"

The corners of Jianhe's mouth twitched slightly and he compromised:

"Okay, I'll go investigate."

"Qingwu, you and senior are waiting for me here." After Jianhe finished speaking, he stepped into the city gate.

Sure enough, sincerity is the ultimate skill. My expression, tone, demeanor, and acting skills are impeccable... Yan Fan boasted, took two steps to the left, leaned against a tombstone and waited. .

He is not afraid, nor is he cowardly, but he has chosen the safest and most conservative method among countless unknown possibilities. Naturally, he will not let anything happen to Jianhe.

Jianhe braced himself and walked cautiously on the quiet street.

The buildings in this city are strange and grotesque. Looking at it, the gray and white colors appear monotonous. However, the beautiful gardens suspended in mid-air, the tall villas built at the bottom of the lake, and the flying waterfall flowing upstream...

Everything is a spectacle that is very different from the real world.