A roar that buried the whole day!

The empress stared at the stars as if facing a powerful enemy.

"Emperor Realm? It doesn't seem to be the Imperial Realm. You can't feel the Dao Fruit, and there are no fluctuations in the Dao. It seems that there are really powerful people from a strange clan lurking in the universe!"

The two Immortal Emperors looked at each other, and time and space were torn apart.

The empress sacrificed a sacred stone and cast a divine light to repair the sky. The colorful light covered the sky and blocked out the sun, instantly repairing the chaos of the world.

Facing this blow from Butian, Amo's dharma body held the ancient staff, summoned a chain of order, trapped the divine light of Butian, and attacked the woman.

The empress held the Heaven-Building Stone in her hand, stepped on the Fountain of Immortality, and pulled out the Human Emperor Sword behind her. They formed a trinity and killed the mysterious old man!

This battle is shocking to the heavens and the earth, making ghosts and gods cry, surpassing everything else!

The woman's power was beyond Amo's expectations. With such methods and imperial skills, she could be called the top existence among the Immortal Emperors, equivalent to the first echelon of gods.

But now, he is just a dharma body, and the extraordinary power he can exert is limited, and he cannot fight with the opponent for a long time.

[Xiao Nuomi, take them away first and leave this star field. This woman is very strong. 】

Hearing the voice transmission, Nuomi hurriedly spread the magic cloak on the ground, opened a space-time door, kicked Haoshichi in, and then led Mo Qingwu, following closely behind.

Before leaving, Nuomi sent a message to Amo.

[Master, please be gentle. This woman has the blood of the master in her body. I guess she is an older sister or younger sister. Three hundred million years ago, there must be a blank history that the master does not understand. 】

His Highness’s bloodline!

Amo's pupils suddenly narrowed. He had not noticed it before. When Nuomi said this, he looked straight into the woman's eyes. The more he looked, the more he thought of Yan Fan. Unfortunately, most of his face was covered by a special Taoist gauze, so he could not determine anything else. Are the facial features similar?

The empress glanced out of the corner of her eye and did not chase the three people who escaped.

She struck the distracted Amo and said in a cold tone, "Now that things have happened, the weird clan still dares to set foot in the universe. Didn't they learn enough lessons back then?"

A weird clan?

Does she think I'm a weirdo?

Amo steadied his steps and used his staff to block the Human Emperor Sword. He asked in an old-fashioned manner, "What is your relationship with the palace... What is your relationship with Yan Fan?"

Upon hearing the word "Yan Fan", the empress was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Do you know my brother?"

elder brother?

impossible! Your Highness is an only child, how come you have a sister in all the worlds?

This woman has lived for at least hundreds of millions of years, and His Highness was still on earth at that time...Conspiracy! Who wants to plot against His Highness?

All kinds of thoughts came to mind, and Amo shuddered, thinking that this was a conspiracy.

In fact, Yan Fan had already learned all the truth from Shi Yu's mouth, but he left in a hurry and did not mention to anyone that he had a biological sister.

Seeing that the white-haired old man was silent, the empress lost her patience and raised her hand to attack with imperial magic, her eyes looking evil.

"Why do you know about Yan Fan? Where have you seen him? Or is it because of your weird clan's methods that you have peeked into my heart?"

Amo no longer had the intention to fight with the woman, so he knocked the Human Emperor Sword away with his staff and tried to say:

"I am not from a weird clan, I come from the origin of gods."

various! god! rise! source!

These four words are like thunder, my former hometown.

In order to find her hometown, the empress spent too much time and energy, but found nothing. Now, she actually heard the names of familiar people and planets.

For the first time in a long time, she was emotionally unstable, "Where did the gods originate? Where is he?"

"I don't know, we are also looking for it." After Amo said this, the law body turned into a small sun.

Boom, the sun exploded, disrupting time and space.

This was Amo's back-up plan to prevent the woman from tracking Mo Qingwu through clues in time and space.

"Damn it!" The empress' eyes turned cold.

Three hundred million years, exactly three hundred million years!

I finally got a clue, but it was destroyed in one day.

Stabilizing her mind, she penetrated time and space with one glance, "She can't escape in just two or three minutes. She must still be in this star field."

The empress put away the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone, the Human Emperor Sword and the Fountain of Immortality, glanced at them, and disappeared.

......

One thousand two hundred and ninety-nine years later.

There is only one year left until the Supreme War.

The golden light of dawn rises from the horizon, awakening Yan Fan in his cultivation.

"Chirp..." The little hedgehog stood on the window, holding a pine cone and eating it with gusto.

Yan Fan stretched out on the cross-legged bed. After sitting for a long time, his limbs were slightly stiff.

He put on cloth shoes and gold clothes, combed his waist-length black hair in front of a mirror, and muttered:

"It's time to get the Immortal Stone today. Although it is of no use to me, it can be used as money. Who would dislike having too much money?"

Seeing that Yan Fan was about to go out, the little hedgehog threw away the pine cone and ran over, skillfully climbed up his thigh to his left shoulder, hugged Yan Fan's face with his short hands, and kissed him.

After leaving the house, one person and one spirit beast headed to the town.

Today's town is particularly lively. The streets and alleys are full of inner disciples. Occasionally, you can still see direct disciples in red. Those geniuses who have been rarely seen for decades or hundreds of years are no longer in seclusion.

Yan Fan listened carefully, everyone was discussing the Supreme War.

"The first group will set off tomorrow. I heard that the great elder will lead the group."

"I want to go too. Not to mention participating in the war, it would be nice to see the world."

"Don't think about it. With our little cultivation, we will only be looked down upon when we go there. Moreover, the first batch will only bring 3,000 people. The direct disciples will take up 2,000 places, and the inner disciples will take up 1,000 places."

The first batch? Quota?

Yan Fan was thoughtful as he walked.

There is still one year left before the Supreme War, why should we set off tomorrow? I heard that in the past, the Supreme War took Quasi-Saint Soldiers to the Central Continent. It only took a month. Is it too early to leave tomorrow? Or...is there any "first come, first served" benefit?

I practiced in seclusion for a month, and the quota was already decided. I made a mistake...

The first batch of 3,000 direct disciples and inner disciples, isn't the second batch the closed disciples of the hall master and the elders? Why go separately? Can't we go together?

Is it possible that he will be the last to appear at the bottom of the box?

Unknowingly, Yan Fan walked to the fairy stone collection area. After checking his identity, the person in charge took out 10,000 fairy stones and handed them to him.

"Senior brother, let me ask, how do you get a spot to participate in the Supreme Battle?" Yan Fan took out a thousand fairy stones and handed them to the other party before putting away the rest.

The person in charge smiled, looked around, put away the Thousand Immortal Stones, and lowered his voice:

"Junior brother, you have asked the right person. There are three thousand people who are going to go tomorrow. The number of direct disciples is two thousand. They are allocated by the elders. The candidates are fixed. The number of inner disciples is one thousand. Whoever is stronger will be the one. You can go."

"At first glance, you are the type who has been in seclusion all year round. It's a little late to compete for the quota now, but there is still a chance. You only need to defeat an inner disciple who has a quota under the witness of the law enforcement elder, and you can replace him. Tonight on the 12th It’s the last chance before clicking.”

oh? Do you support snatching quotas?

This is a bit troublesome to do under the witness of the law enforcement elders.

Yan Fan gave the other party another thousand Immortal Stones and asked with a kind smile, "Brother, please reveal who has the quota."

The person in charge laughed slyly, "If you ask others, they will definitely tell you the strongest ones, but I know the weakest one. His name is Kong Renjie. He lives in the east outside the town. This guy is so lucky. He has a thousand Over the years, he has been practicing as a Little Thousand Realm Master to a Three Thousand Realm Master. He has gone out for training three times, and every time he has received great opportunities. He acts in a low-key manner, and most people don't know that he has a quota. I tried my best to find out."

"Junior brother, what is your cultivation level?"

Yan Fan said casually, "Master of the Dao and Dharma Realm."

"Awesome! Let me tell you, you should be on the safe side. First go to a law enforcement elder, and then go to Kong Renjie to prevent him from escaping without a fight. With your cultivation, you can definitely defeat him." The person in charge was full of bad ideas. said.

Yan Fan shook his head, "There is no difference between being sure and dying."

principal:"???"

After obtaining the information, Yan Fan stopped talking nonsense, turned away, and looked at Fuyao Mountain.

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