I woke up after 300 million years

The sound of the bell is very thick, very long, and very ancient. It echoes in everyone's ears along with thousands of Taoist teachings and cannot be dissipated for a long time. All things are revived in an instant, and lonely souls and wild ghosts are baptized.

In just this moment, countless forces in the Hundred Thousand Mountains and countless proud men cast their gazes high into the sky.

That is the shadow of the bronze bell. It is the saint standing in front of the bell, with his hands clasped together to save all living beings.

Yun Duan lost his mind and murmured, "Is this a saint? Standing above the nine heavens, his words follow the law. Thousands of dharma are at his fingertips. The sun, moon and stars are his companions, and he lives the same life as the heaven and the earth."

"Why did such a supreme being fall to the lower realm?" Le Huanhuan couldn't help but wonder.

Qin Tian swallowed, "Could it be that... who can kill the saint?"

As soon as he said this, he was immediately beaten and reprimanded by his companions.

"The saint is invincible in nine heavens and ten earths, you are destroying my Taoist heart!"

"Brother Tian, ​​I stand with Fairy Yun and the others, you are so bad!"

"No one can kill a saint. His death was an accident. Maybe he was too invincible and buried himself, or he was attacked by the great avenue..."

Qin Tian, ​​who was wearing a dark red suit, covered his head and squatted on the ground, silently receiving the fists and begging for mercy.

"Aunts, I just said it casually. Isn't it okay that I was wrong?"

"Huh! If you're wrong, you're wrong. What do you mean by not being able to do it? Are you unwilling or unwilling?" Yun Ni's breasts were fierce and her pink fist hit Qin Tian on the back of the head.

Alas, women are hard to take care of... Qin Tian sighed inwardly, unable to refute.

Listening to the conversation of the young people, Yan Fan suddenly realized that saints seemed to be indestructible in the hearts of cultivators. They belonged to the supreme existence and were the avenue pursued by cultivators.

He stared at the bronze bell and the illusory figure on the horizon, opened his lips slightly, and said:

"Do you practice Buddhism?"

There are very few Buddhist cultivators in Beihuang Continent, and all the major forces especially exclude them, including the three major dynasties.

There have been a series of evil events in which Buddhists saved people and demons. After being saved, the favored man of heaven who was originally normal turned into a completely different person. He betrayed the Taoist tradition and joined Buddhism.

Such bad behavior made the strong men of the first-class forces angry and angry. The disciples they had worked so hard to cultivate became someone else's wedding dress, and no one was happy with it. Therefore, for a long time, the first-class forces united and killed Buddhist cultivators when they encountered them, which was cruel and cruel.

People in Beihuangzhou also call Buddhist cultivators the Demon Dao.

"It should be a Buddhist saint." Yuntou answered with an uncertain tone.

About seven minutes later, the bronze bell and the phantom of the saint disappeared between heaven and earth. The Hundred Thousand Mountains ushered in a sublimation. One after another figures rushed towards the location where the bell sounded, and smoke was everywhere.

Yan Fan stood on the ice and fell into deep thought:

Something's wrong, who triggered the saint's ruins? Or did the witch do it deliberately?

The younger generation from the Upper Realm, Fire King Continent, and Tianqiong Continent arrived last night, and the ruins were revealed this morning.

It seems like someone is controlling all this behind the scenes and calculating the time...

All kinds of thoughts came to mind. Yan Fan pursed his frozen purple lips, pondered for a long time, and told the thirteen young people:

"Go and take a look first. Cheer up. There must be countless strong men and geniuses gathered in the core area of ​​Shiwanda Mountain. The Wushuang Dynasty has made too many enemies. Once a battle breaks out, we can only guarantee to stop the older generation of Ascension Realm monks and the younger ones. Seniors...you must make a name for yourself on your own."

One sentence brought invisible pressure to thirteen people.

Yun Shiya took a deep breath and replied solemnly:

"Ancestor, we understand that we will not weaken the reputation of the Wushuang Dynasty."

Qin Tian shrugged optimistically, "Actually...as long as we don't run into the top monsters, we won't lose a single cent compared to others. The gap between everyone's cultivation levels at the King's Realm and Tianyi Realm won't be too big."

"Yeah." Yan Fan nodded.

Immediately, a group of people walked around in the void and quickly flew to the core area.

Along the way, the mountains and rivers are ruined and the corpses are desolate. The remains of the saint are an opportunity for the human monks, but a disaster for the monsters and monsters in the mountains.

In a long time, this is the first time that the Hundred Thousand Mountains have been beaten like this. It’s so tragic!

Suddenly, there was a riot in the pool below, and a "winning fish" jumped out of the water and attacked them.

Le Huanhuan drew his sword and slashed out with one strike, killing Yingyu, who had been cultivated as a king, without any pressure.

The sun's rays became brighter and brighter, bringing warmth. Three hours later, Yan Fan and others finally arrived at the core area, Hongyue Island.

It was a small island surrounded by lake water. It was more like a piece of land than an island, with beautiful flowers, a stone house, a rain pavilion, and a stone tablet.

This stone tablet is too old, its edges and corners are severely weathered, and many of the writings are no longer legible. Only the last five words can still be read:

It was all in vain.

These five simple words contain complex Taoism. Each word cannot be comprehended by Ascension Realm monks. Some people who wanted to get close to the stone tablet were directly knocked away by a golden light and vomited blood.

"Where did the saint live?" Yan Fan made a judgment call.

Yun Duan didn't pay too much attention to the stone tablet, but looked at the rest of the people. There were more than 10,000 monks gathered near Hongyue Island. No one had a cultivation level lower than the King's Realm. This number was far more than he expected. Most of the people in the Northern Wasteland were The first-rate forces are here, and those forces standing on the island are even more terrifying.

Long Jingxiong of the Proud Dynasty spotted the clouds at a glance and said proudly:

"Brother Yun, you are still alive. I haven't seen you since. I thought you were dead."

After all, the Wushuang Dynasty is one of the three super-first-class forces. As soon as the people arrive, the other forces will take the initiative to give way. There is no way. The Mu Emperor once suppressed all the monks in Beihuang Continent with one person and one sword.

There are really not many people in the lower realm who dare to offend Mu Changsheng. His reputation is so great that he is called a tyrant!

Yan Fan walked at the front, walking slowly on Hongyue Island. Yunduan and Le Huanhuan deliberately took half a step slower.

This behavior shocked many older generations, and they immediately started talking:

"Who?"

"I don't know. Yun Duan, this old boy, is under one person in the Wushuang Dynasty and above ten thousand people. Logically speaking, there is no need to surrender his status to support the young people. Could it be that he is the heir of Mu Emperor?"

"Sir of God, donate your eyes if you don't need them anymore. This white-haired man looks nothing like the Mu Emperor."

"Maybe they are people from the upper world."

Amid various opinions, Yan Fan and his party went to Hongyue Island.

Looking closely, he saw the collapsed ground behind the stone monument, and a curtain of light flickering.

"The entrance to the ruins?" Yan Fan said to himself, squinted at Long Jingxiong, and asked plainly, "Since the saint's ruins have appeared, why don't you go in?"

Long Jingxiong rolled his eyes and ignored it. He was still worried about the white-haired man with a "venomous tongue".

On the contrary, Wang Ye of the Royal Dynasty stood up and said with a faint smile:

"Mr. Mu, the saint's ruins are bound to be in danger. We are not ready yet. If you are impatient, you can take the first step. No one will stop you."

Yun Duan stood in front of Yan Fan, stared at Wang Ye with unkind eyes, and sneered:

"Sissy, do you think I don't understand? There is a restriction on the entrance, and you can't find a way to break it. If you guessed it right, whoever gets close to the entrance will be attacked by Taoism!"

The corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched, not because he was angry because his thoughts were seen through. Anyone with a little experience knew that he couldn't break through this kind of restriction, but the word "sissy" touched his bottom line.

"Yunduan! You are looking for death!" Wang Ye crushed the folding fan in his hand and slapped it with one palm.

"Hmph, you're shameless, you piece of trash!" Cloud didn't hold back, and the pressure of the seventh heaven of the Ascension Realm erupted, shocking the entire audience.

With one move, "Hongtian Seal", Wang Ye's offensive was shattered and pushed back ten thousand meters away.

Yun Duan also wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but was stopped by a purple crescent moon.

The goddess in the sedan spoke, "I don't care what grudges there are between you. The most important thing at the moment is to break the restriction. If anyone dares to do it again, I will never tolerate it!"

The atmosphere was bleak, Yun Duan frowned and looked back at Yan Fan.

What do you want me to do? Come on, you are the prince of the Wushuang Dynasty, and you are not a subordinate of the goddess. Why should you care about an outsider's words? Or are you waiting for your ancestor to open up? Okay, then let's have a fight... Even if he lost his memory, Yan Fan still had a lot of inner drama. After three seconds of brewing, he said:

"Who is that, the disabled goddess in the sedan chair? You are awesome, you are arrogant, and you have the guts to break the ban yourself. My prince taught a dog that you should mind your own business. You have been licked by dogs too many times!"

"Xiaoyun, beat that sissy to death!"

Yun Duan suppressed a smile and silently gave Yan Fan a thumbs up, thinking: The ancestor has a really poisonous mouth. I guess the goddess in the sedan chair is very angry. It's a pity that I can't see the goddess so angry that she vomits blood.

After pausing for a second, he continued to attack Wang Ye. The latter's cultivation level at the fifth level of the Ascension Realm was naturally no match for him. Even though they were only two small classes, the gap was as big as clouds and mud.

The Ascension Realm reaches the sky step by step. The first to third heavens are small ascension, the fourth to sixth heaven are medium ascension, and the seventh to ninth heaven are great ascension. There are monks standing in the clouds who are standing at the level of great ascension. There are only a few who can beat them.

From the sedan chair, a purple crescent moon flew out, attacking the white-haired man fiercely.

"Quick! Protect the ancestor!" Yan Fan roared, took a step back, hid behind the five Ascension Realms, and grabbed Yun Shiya in front of him. It was so cowardly to be like that.

Yun Shiya was completely confused, and the three major questions in life were stuck in her throat:

who I am?where am I?What am I going to do?

This operation caused a commotion:

"I went there, thinking how powerful this person was, but...that's it?"

"How shameless! Using a woman as a shield is a cowardly act!"

"There must be something wrong with Yun Xuan. Why do you want to obey the orders of such a coward?"

The purple crescent moon was resisted, and the five people protected Yan Fan without any complaints.

They had seen Yan Fan use the "Illuminating Heaven Technique" to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to slay evil spirits, and it was easy to resist the attack of the goddess of the first realm of heaven.

They speculated that the ancestor wanted to keep a low profile and wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.

Yan Fan hid behind and continued to shout, "Hit me! I still say the same thing, if you touch me, you will kill yourself on the spot. You disabled goddess, not only your legs are disabled, but your brain is disabled!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Le Huanhuan coughed, tugged on Yan Fan's sleeve, brought it to his ear, and lowered his voice, "Young master, just stop here. Most of the powerful men from the Northern Wasteland Continent have gathered. Here, you are damaging your noble image."

"Image? Doesn't this young master have a bad image?" Yan Fan grabbed Yun Shiya's shoulders and asked, glaring, "Girl, tell the truth, am I handsome?"

Yun Shiya was stunned for the second time. After holding it in for a long time, she spat out one word, "Handsome!"

The surrounding monks were speechless, and some young and energetic ones directly cursed:

"How shameless! This guy is so venomous, yet so thick-skinned!"

"Shame! Shame on Beihuangzhou!"

"I really want to punch him!"

"plus one!"

"Add a hundred!"

......

The spacious and exquisite sedan chair shook. Goddess Yan'er seemed really angry, her tone was as cold as frost:

"In addition to talking nonsense and hiding behind women, what else can you do? A cultivator goes against the will of heaven and fights against all powerful enemies. People like you are destined to die in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I still say the same thing, you will always be alone. When the time comes, don’t let me catch you!”

Yan Fan smiled nonchalantly, "So what if I'm caught? You are only a Heavenly Realm Ming Dao practitioner, and you are no match for this young master. This young master... can beat ten of you!"

"Insanity!"

From the horizon, three-headed fire unicorns pulled a chariot and attacked. The son of the unicorn fire god held Fang Tian's painted halberd and shouted the word "arrogant". His aura was as thick as the Tianshan Mountains. He glared at Yan Fan with a strong murderous intention.

At the same time, the dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and Long Aotian saw a vision every step of the way, shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods!

"Insult my goddess, you...have a way to die!"

"Should kill!"

Long Aotian's fairy sword slashed down.

This sword is entangled by a real dragon, even a monk in the first level of the Ascension Realm cannot stop it!

The five Ascension Realm experts who protected Yan Fan felt their scalps numb and felt threatened and dead.

At the critical moment, a woman dressed in colored glaze appeared.

The woman's eyes were dazzling, she pierced the real dragon with her double pupils, and shouted domineeringly:

"I'll protect this man. Anyone who doesn't accept it can come as he pleases. Anyway..."

"Sanqianzhou, the younger generation, I am invincible!"