I woke up after 300 million years

Seeing the girl lying motionless, Yan Fan bent down and picked her up. Her white hair and red silk were floating in the air, and she explained with a smile:

"I'm not afraid of Hongyun Orthodoxy, but it's not necessary. What I do is already shady. Provoking the Immortal Palace is already hard enough. If I provoke the stronger Hongyun Orthodoxy, then I will really become a demon that everyone wants to beat."

"Light but not dazzling, still water flows deep, take your time."

The girl held Yan Fan's neck with both hands and blinked her cute big eyes, "That's right. With your current strength, it will be difficult for you to survive if you offend two great traditions at the same time. Although you killed nearly a hundred people in the Immortal Palace, it's all insignificant. The outer disciples, their skills are not as good as others, the Immortal Palace is too lazy to trouble you, if you kill the disciples of Hongyun Dao Lineage, it will be hard to say."

"This also makes me more sure of one thing." Yan Fan's brown eyes were deep, he lowered his voice and emphasized his tone, "In the seventh battlefield, the strongest second and third lineages don't care about the outer disciples and treat them as dispensable. Treated like rubbish, other sects should be treated similarly. There is no humanity in this place, and the supreme and powerful ones only value geniuses."

"So?" the girl asked.

Walking slowly in the darkness, Yan Fan narrated eloquently, "So, I still have to leave when I find a chance. I believe Cai'er, Hongyuan, Changsheng, and Yang Jian will not be brainwashed. Besides, we still have too many things to do." , it is impossible to stay in the Supreme Palace forever."

As he spoke, Yan Fan noticed a ray of fire, very far away.

He stopped talking, lowered his steps, and lurked closer.

[One, two, three...seventeen people. This training team is quite large. The robe is not the Immortal Palace, nor is it the Hongyun Tradition. Is it some other force? 】

[The Seventh Battlefield has hundreds of thousands of Daoist orders, large and small, and it’s normal to meet other Daoist orders by chance. They seem to be quite poor. 】

Yan Fan was half observing and half guessing, hiding in the dark and motionless.

Suddenly, three Immortal Palace disciples made a surprise attack!

The three Xiaoqianjie masters were so powerful that they could crush the disciples of unknown sects and kill them all in an instant with deadly moves.

Immediately afterwards, they stripped the seventeen corpses naked and took away the treasures, leaving not a single pair of pants behind.

One of them deliberately used a fairy sword to carve a line of words on the stone next to him:

In my name, I will kill everyone in the Nine Heavens and the Supreme Palace.

You bastard, in my name, are you killing people and stealing goods? Knowing that I am a sword cultivator, why would you change a fairy sword when carving? No matter how poor I am, I won’t even take off the corpse’s clothes, right? Despicable, so despicable... Yan Fan slandered and cursed.

He really never thought that after all, the Immortal Palace belongs to the prestigious supreme orthodoxy, and the disciples actually did things to frame him up. Could it be that this is called: when you are not sure whether you can defeat the enemy, find it for your enemy first? Several enemies.

This trick is no ordinary trick!

The ancient forest is as vast as the sea, and there are countless monks who have practiced here. One or two small cults may not be able to overcome the big storms, but if a group of cults gather together, Yan Fan, who is an immortal, will definitely not be able to withstand it.

The girl's expression changed and she said, "They can't catch you, and they plan to ruin your reputation. Firstly, they can gain a lot of resources, secondly, they can blame you, and thirdly, they can cause more orthodoxies to take action against you. Kill three birds with one stone."

"Okay, okay, if you can't win, you'll play dirty tricks instead." Yan Fan's eyes turned cold, "Then let's see who loses more."

After the three people left, Yan Fan walked over.

After pondering for a moment, he used his sword to add a few words at the back.

In my name, kill all the nine heavens. The Supreme Priest of the Palace is my idol. The future Supreme of the Immortal Palace has his own handwriting. If you don’t accept it, come and fight.

The girl wondered, "Is this useful? The handwriting of the first half of the sentence and the second half of the sentence are different. It is impossible for the future Supreme to regard you as an idol. It is too fake."

"Is it false? I don't think that seventeen of my disciples were killed and their bodies were humiliated in this way. They might doubt me, but I bet that they will definitely find trouble with the disciples of the Immortal Palace. After all... "In the past three years, the victims who are familiar with me understand that I am a principled gangster. If I offer to pay, I will not be killed. If you take the initiative to attack me, I will kill. No matter the former or the latter, I will never take off anyone's pants." Yan Fan said nonsense seriously. Eight ways.

The girl blurted out, "Su Yue."

Yan Fan's mouth twitched: "...That's my wife!"

Afterwards, he continued to lurk in the dark, following the three Xiaoqian Realm Masters from the Immortal Palace.

One night, three people killed fifteen orthodox people, leaving behind the same sentence.

Often when the other party takes a step forward, Yan Fan appears on the back foot, adds a piece of content, and follows silently again, focusing on framing each other.

The next morning the wind picked up.

"Have you heard? The future supreme idol of the Immortal Palace is Mu Fan, and he imitates Mu Fan's behavior of killing people and robbing wealth!"

"Have you heard? The future Supreme Being of the Immortal Palace will not marry Mu Fan, and expresses his worship to Mu Fan by killing people!"

"Have you heard? The current master of the Immortal Palace has threatened to marry Mu Fan, and the bride price is the entire Immortal Palace!"

"Did you hear about it? The love and hatred between Mu Fan and the one thousand and one fairies in the Immortal Palace, cheating money and sex!"

One version after another was passed down by word of mouth among the monks, becoming more and more outrageous.

The next day, the disciples of the Immortal Palace were brutally surrounded, hung on a tree, stripped naked, and humiliated.

The monks who were not too concerned about the excitement gathered at the entrance of the Immortal Palace, raised a piece of red cloth, and wrote "Support Mu Fan, charge for love" and made various jokes.

The pressure of public opinion is terrifying.

After the incident escalated, the senior officials of the Immortal Palace were furious, and the current palace master spoke out.

"Send the monks from the realm of life and death to the ancient forest to capture Mu Fan!"

"If you dare to blaspheme me, you will live or die. Also, anyone who makes trouble at the door will be killed."

"The Immortal Palace never takes the initiative to cause trouble, but it is never afraid of trouble!"

On the other side, Yan Fan has returned to the Supreme Hall.

"Senior, I am a new disciple who is out for training. It has been a year and I am back to sign in."

The man guarding the gate was startled, "It's you again, you go out every year and come back once a year. I don't understand. Are you doing a mission outside? You don't want the immortal stone every month? You don't have the chance to listen to the elders preach three times a month." Need not?"

"I can't help myself." Yan Fan smiled kindly and summed it up in one sentence.

I can't help myself... The gatekeeper recited it silently, his heart was deeply touched, and everything in the past emerged like smoke.

He sighed, "Yes, I couldn't help myself, and I ended up living the way I once hated... Boy, next time you go away, I will grant you three years of approval, so that you don't have to come back and forth."

After being slightly stunned, Yan Fan said tentatively, "I am a sinner."

"So what?" The man guarding the gate didn't answer the question, and then said, "Once upon a time, I was a great general, one person below ten thousand people in our country, with the most talent and strength. Later, a small Taoist leader invited me , wanted to accept me as an inner disciple, and at the same time, the Supreme Palace also extended an invitation to me. I decisively joined the Supreme Palace. I thought that anyone else would make the same choice as me, probably, but the result... I have been a janitor for most of my life, and if nothing happens, I will die here."

"What does it have to do with me whether I am a sinner or not? I am a little person who cares about the door... I have regretted it occasionally. If I had known what would happen today, why would I rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix?"

The man laughed at himself and lamented his tragic life.

Yan Fan patted the other party's shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged, you are a good person."

"Come on, I'm not a good person. Hao Ren is guarding the passage between the two realms, and his life is much better than mine." The gatekeeper said half-jokingly.

Yan Fan didn't say much, and quickly returned to the attic of the east courtyard with the girl in his arms, who was invisible to others.

He closed the door tightly, set up an isolation formation, waved his hand, and immortal stones and treasures piled on the ground.

"It's time to break through to the fairyland." Yan Fan was full of energy.