I woke up after 300 million years

The voice of this goddess is gentle and delicate, like the spring breeze lingering on the fingertips, and like a sudden coolness in summer. Adding the five words "I will marry whoever" immediately aroused the excitement of the younger generation of men present. If It is a great honor for them to marry a goddess from the upper world.

Of course, they are not stupid. The goddess in the sedan obviously only cares about Long Aotian and Qihuo God Son, and has no interest in the others.

Yan Fan, who had white hair and red silk fluttering, smiled, looked sideways and asked:

"I didn't expect goddesses to be so realistic, or are girls very realistic?"

Le Huanhuan was stunned, pointed at himself, and asked without answering, "Old... Mr. Mu, are you asking me?"

"Yeah." Yan Fan nodded.

After receiving the affirmation, Le Huanhuan fell into thinking. After thinking for a while, he answered seriously, "Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauties, and beauties naturally love heroes. Master, I don't think this has anything to do with reality. Strong people are attracted to each other, and it is very important to be a good match." , For example, young master, if one of you is a goddess above the nine heavens, and the other is a poor and talentless woman, who will you marry?"

"Is it a good match..." Yan Fan murmured, half agreeing and half denying.

This is true in theory, but reality is often too complex to be summarized by a formula.

There is nothing wrong with the goddess wanting to marry a true dragon emperor, and there is nothing wrong with Long Aotian and Qihuo fighting to marry the goddess. Both parties are willing to do so, and there is no question of reality.

Qi Huo raised the left corner of his mouth and said with a confident smile:

"There is no pressure to break through to the Immortal Realm, and there is not even any meaning in comparison. Long Aotian, let's see who can get the Saint's inheritance first!"

Humph, you are a pariah, and you still want to steal a woman from me. My son has long received the news that the entrance to the inheritance is controlled by a witch. Enter the Shiwan Mountain and find the witch. Everything will eventually belong to me...Qi Fire Belly Zhong sneered, looking like he had a winning chance.

Long Aotian put away the fairy sword and said with a crooked smile:

"The saint's inheritance is destined to belong to me. You are destined to be a loser and will die in the lower world!"

Fight with me, you idiot from the upper world. I have already received inside information that the entrance to the inheritance is controlled by a witch. You are slowly exploring like headless flies, while I go directly to find the witch. Everything is mine... ...Long Aotian felt contempt in his heart and looked prepared for a rainy day.

Two people, eight hundred minds.

In the sedan chair, the goddess said:

"Everyone, why waste time here? Let's cross the Requiem River first and look for the entrance to the saint's ruins together. If you have any grievances, we can settle them in the ruins."

After hearing this, the tall and burly Long Jingxiong restrained his momentum, glared at Yan Fan fiercely, looked at the clouds again, and said harsh words, "You are lucky, the goddess has spoken, and I will let you go for the time being... .. Yun Duan, this time I will let the whole army of the Wushuang Dynasty be annihilated in Shiwan Mountain. I said, even if the Mu Emperor comes, I can’t protect you!"

Yan Fan crossed his arms over his chest and smiled, "I'm looking forward to your performance. I hope your strength is as strong as your tone. Otherwise, killing you will be too boring."

Le Huanhuan tugged at Yan Fan's sleeves and brought her red lips to her ear, "Ancestor, you are not strong enough to defeat them, so it's better to keep a low profile."

"Don't tear down the Ancestor's platform. Now is the stage of speaking harshly. You can lose anything, but you can't lose with momentum." Yan Fan glared at Le Huanhuan and reached out to pinch the woman's face.

Wang Ye threw away the folding fan, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, "Very good, I remember you, and I won't let you die too easily."

"Sissy, you can't even defeat the clouds, you don't deserve to be my enemy." Yan Fan fought with the Confucians alone.

"you......"

Wang Ye clenched his back teeth and his chest heaved with anger. As a scholar, he hated people calling him feminine, but in fact, his tone, movements, and demeanor were indeed feminine.

Yan Fan continued to provoke, "What am I? Are you not convinced? Come on, come on, I will stand on this rock without moving. If you hit me, I will kill myself on the spot!"

"Cloud, protect me."

"Yes!" Yun Duan responded, standing in front of him. His aura was so strong that he was worthy of ascending to the seventh level of heaven. He was almost the strongest person present.

Seven other Ascension Realm monks also surrounded Yan Fan, guarding him at all times.

This scene made Wang Ye almost vomit blood. He pointed at Yan Fan with trembling arms and cursed angrily:

"Shameless! You are a coward who only hides behind and curses. If you dare, come out and I will fight you one on one. If I lose, I will commit suicide on the spot!"

They can't see each other's depth, and can't sense each other's true spirit. Judging from a series of performances, the white-haired man is not high in cultivation, and he is the kind of person who pretends to be powerful.

Yan Fan tugged at the collar of his white clothes and said with a smile:

"In what age are you still fighting one-on-one? Why fight alone when you can fight in a group? If you dare to take a step forward, I will immediately call the clouds and a group of Ascension realms to capture you!"

"You, I..." Wang Ye clenched his hands, veins bulging on his forehead, wanting to beat him up.

In the sedan chair, the goddess spoke three points lower, "Young Master Mu, it is not the demeanor of a strong person to show off his quick words. You are right. There is no need to fight alone if you can fight in a group. But you have to understand that in the face of absolute strength, , the tactics of a large crowd are like a worm shaking a tree, an act of overestimation of one's capabilities. Now you are hiding behind others and shouting, aren't you afraid of being brutally retaliated against if you are left alone?"

Yan Fan rolled his eyes, "It's none of your business. He's still so young and still has to be carried. He's either weak or disabled. How pitiful."

These words echoed in everyone's ears, and the bank of the Requiem River suddenly became quiet.

The goddess didn't know whether she was angry or didn't care, she said nothing.

On the contrary, Long Aotian and Qi Huo became angry. They stared at Yan Fan with undisguised murderous intent.

"What? Two big bastards want to beat me? As I said before, if you touch me, I will kill myself!" Yan Fan smiled playfully and told the cloud again, "Xiaoyun, protect me, who dares to come here? , kill him directly, no matter what he does, the big one bullies the small ones!"

"Understood!" Yun Duan nodded.

Yun Shiya, who was wearing a long dress with cloud white patterns, turned her face away, feeling really embarrassed.

"That's right. They are just two licking dogs. They hang around a woman all day long. With such a mind, it is simply wishful thinking to achieve greatness and ascend to the throne!" came a cold female voice.

Everyone looked at the mountains in the distance in unison.

Yun Duan frowned, "Hongyun Taoism... Young Master, this is a great sect, and it is considered top among the first-rate forces."

Good luck?

Yan Fan raised his eyebrows. There were quite a few people in this group. There were forty-seven people in total. Judging from the true spirit, there were five in the Ascension Realm, and the rest were in the Heavenly First Realm and the King of Conferment Realm.

The leading woman is wearing an ice blue dress, with blue eyes and ice blue hair. She looks like a goddess who has stepped out of the world of ice and snow. Her face is not stained with any dust, and she is absolutely stunning!

Qi Huo recognized the woman, secretly smacked his tongue, and said unhappily:

"Bing Nu, what do you mean? Yan'er and I have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. We have been in love with each other. It is a love that goes both ways!"

"Running in both directions?" The ice girl stood in the void, overlooking the Qihuo, glanced at Long Aotian, and said bluntly and sarcastically, "You are such a dog, can't you see it? My biological sister doesn't care about you, she only cares about who can become She will marry whoever is the strongest in the future!"

It is not difficult to judge from the words, this ice girl is also one of the goddesses in the upper world, and she is also a biological sister to the goddess in the sedan, but the relationship should be particularly bad.

The ice girl has beautiful ice-blue eyes, which seem to be able to see through nothingness. She is so pure that it makes people yearn for and admire her. She exudes a cold air and has a kind of nobility that repels people thousands of miles away.

She was too lazy to pay attention to these people and stepped onto the Requiem River.

Suddenly, thousands of miles were covered with ice, thousands of miles of snow drifted, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the river surface froze.

"You are not worthy of being my opponent. You are fighting for Yan'er's beautiful skin instead of fighting for your own path. You have already lost."

"The avenue is at my feet. What I pursue is to be invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths and walk towards the end of the avenue!"

After the ice girl finished speaking, she crossed the three thousand miles of Requiem River and arrived at the Shiwan Mountain on the other side. It was so cool and rustic!

Long Aotian and Qihuo Shenzi's faces turned green and white, and they couldn't find any reason to refute. This goddess is too strong...so strong that she only pursues the avenue, cuts off all emotions and desires, and is so strong that one person dares to enter the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Don’t wait for the support of Hongyun Orthodoxy.

In the sedan chair, Goddess Yan'er sighed, "Let's go, I don't want to waste time."

"Understood." Long Jingxiong waved, and the people of the Proud Dynasty stepped onto the ice and walked to the other side.

Qi Huo took the three-headed fire Qilin into the inner world and rushed over alone.

"Son of God! Wait for us!" Wang Ye hurriedly followed and urged the people of the Royal Dynasty, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and follow!"

For a time, only the people from the Wushuang Dynasty were left on the shore.

Yan Fan exhaled a breath of cold air and clasped the cotton-padded jacket on his shoulders with both hands, "This woman is so hateful. She insists on changing the weather. My ancestor has been weak and afraid of the cold recently."

Hearing this, Le Huanhuan took out a cloak from the carriage and tied it on Yan Fan.

"Ancestor, let's go there too." Yun Duan said with restrained breath.

"Well, just walk over slowly." Yan Fan put his right hand on Le Huanhuan's shoulder, pinched the woman's pink face from time to time, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It's getting more and more interesting, these sons of gods and goddesses Better than I expected."

"Interesting? Ancestor, do you want to fight with them?" Le Huanhuan, who had his face pinched, not only did not get angry or resist, but felt happy in his heart, enjoying this kind of intimate contact.

Yan Fan shook his head and said with a smile, "Fighting is not suitable for me. My ancestor, I love watching dramas and love triangles the most. It's fun to think about it."

Le Huanhuan was startled and whispered softly, "You really have a bad taste."

Without answering this question, Yan Fan looked deeply at the thirteen young people with his brown eyes, shook his head, and said nothing.

His initial expectations for this group of people turned into disappointment. Even if he could not defeat Long Aotian and Qi Huo, he should not stand behind and remain silent when the enemy was sarcastic. The thirteen people represented the face and future of the Wushuang Dynasty. The current performance has really weakened the majesty of Wushuang Dynasty.

It was Mu Changsheng who would have lost his temper and killed thirteen people with one sword.

Yan Fan withdrew his gaze and told the coachman, "You guys find a place to rest. This battle over the Hundred Thousand Mountains will last for who knows how long. You should pay attention to yourself and leave decisively if you encounter danger."

"Take your orders!" the coachmen knelt on one knee.

Their cultivation is too weak and they are not qualified to set foot on the Hundred Thousand Mountains. If they go there, they will just be a burden.

After the arrangements were made, Yan Fan walked onto the ice, with Le Huanhuan following on the left and Yun Duan following on the right.

Halfway through, he suddenly felt sleepy. He took a deep breath and tried to stay awake by talking, "Xiaoyun, this area belongs to the territory of the Wushuang Dynasty. Why do other forces dare to set foot?"

Yun Niang, who was thinking about something, calmed down and answered without thinking:

"Ancestor, the situation is different this time. The people they sent are too strong and cannot be stopped by the soldiers in the border town. And this is the nearest and safest way to reach Shiwan Mountain."

"Although their intrusion into the territory of the Wushuang Dynasty will anger the emperor, the battle for the saint's ruins is imminent, and they can't control it so much. Plus, if they climb up to the Son of God and the Goddess, they will naturally be more courageous."

Yan Fan lowered his head and glanced at the silver-white ring around his neck, and said calmly:

"After all, interests blind them. They dare to provoke us. It would be impolite to not leave them in Shiwandashan."

The implication is that Yan Fan plans to trap and kill all the monks from the Proud Dynasty and the Royal Dynasty.