I woke up after 300 million years

auditorium.

Kong Rong, the second prince of the Peacock Kingdom, spit out a mouthful of tea, coughed repeatedly, and rubbed his eyes.

"Is this prince hallucinating? Then...that is the ancestor of the Wushuang Dynasty, Mu Fan!?"

The heart of the man in black in Yuhua Palace sank to the bottom, "It's him! He defeated the guy with red stripes in the saint's ruins, and threatened that I had the guts to go to Sanqianzhou. How could he get together with Su Yao? The two of them Does your behavior declare your love to everyone?"

The master of the Immortal Palace half-squinted his eyes with murderous intent, "Mu Fan, very good. You killed my outer disciples of the Immortal Palace in the ancient forest, spread rumors and ruined my reputation, and you dare to come and participate in the Supreme Battle."

Some are blessed and some are jealous.

Yan Fan walked forward, suddenly stopped, took out a bouquet of roses, and smiled slightly.

"Don't miss me too much."

"You are so narcissistic." Su Yao took the roses, seven in total, tied together by a piece of red silk, each one bright red and beautiful.

Jiuli swallowed, "Oh my god, uncle, are you in love?"

Jian San couldn't stand it anymore, "Where's my sword? No, where's my sword!"

Yan Fan and Su Yao looked at each other and smiled. The former jumped up and rushed into the eternal battlefield.

The space has changed. Looking around, you can see that the cities are mottled and the forests are devastated and have become wastelands.

The Eternal Battlefield has existed for too long. Once upon a time, it was as prosperous as the Seventh Battlefield, with countless sects. But now, desolation and death fill every continent, turning it into a battlefield for the Supreme War.

Millions of proud men faced each other in the void, and no fight broke out for the time being.

Yan Fan had a clear goal and rushed straight into a mountain, falling from the sky to stop a person.

This man was dressed in gold like a battle armor, with a fairy sword at his waist. He had a handsome appearance and extraordinary aura.

"What do you mean?" The handsome man raised a cold eyebrow and said, "This game has just begun, and no one has obtained the Holy Seal. You and I have never met before, and there is no grievance or enmity."

Yan Fan stared at the other person and said:

"I, Long Aotian, swear to protect Yan'er to the death."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

An awkward atmosphere spread.

Seeing that the other party did not change his expression, Yan Fan confirmed, "No reaction? Sure enough, you took away Long Aotian's body. You are not the saint buried in Shiwan Mountain, right? The ancient ferocious beast, Kunpeng!"

Long Aotian's dark eyes turned cold and he smiled crookedly, "You... saw it?"

"You can see it clearly." Yan Fan said firmly.

The two sides were ten meters apart and were at war with each other.

"Do you want Kunpeng's evil technique?" Long Aotian asked tentatively.

"Wrong." Yan Fan's fairy spirit surged and he was ready to attack, "I don't look down on your murderous skills. My Tao is not weak in any magic. I stopped you and just wanted to kill you. After all, I have nothing to do with you." Long Aotian has a grudge, he threatens to fight me until death, if you take him away, you will naturally bear the consequences."

Long Aotian understood instantly, stopped talking, pulled out the fairy sword with his right hand, and slashed out with one strike!

"Judgment of life and death, control of the universe, with this sword, you... will die without regrets!"

Yan Fan remained calm in the face of danger and pointed his finger, God!

This finger shattered the sword of life and death, pierced Long Aotian's chest, and blood spattered.

"To be honest, you... are too weak." Yan Fan put his hands behind his back and said lightly, "More than a thousand years ago, I cultivated in the first level of the Ascension Realm. After more than a thousand years, I reached the Life and Death Realm. Three times of feathering.”

weak?

Long Aotian threw away the broken sword and laughed dumbly. He smiled wildly and arrogantly, "Boy, in countless years, you are the first monk who dares to say that I am weak. Are you strong? You have only ascended to the realm of life and death for the eighth time. Not yet Nirvana, but I, Long Aotian, have everything that the ancient Kunpeng has, whether it is combat experience or knowledge of spells, how can I be compared to you, a descendant who is less than 3,000 years old!"

"Do you want to save face? You are not Long Aotian!" Yan Fan's eyes were contemptuous.

"No, I am Long Aotian now. When I get the first place in this supreme battle and join the Saint Clan, who else can cover my eyes in these nine days!" Long Aotian said wildly.

He raised his hand, held the Kunpeng in his palm, and struck out with one strike, razing the mountains thousands of miles away to the ground. The power of Yin and Yang continued to create creation, and moved the universe with force!

A sky mirror appeared behind Yan Fan. The mirror rotated and the moonlight exploded. Wherever the white light passed, the monks, mountains and rivers were all reduced to ashes.

Someone's body was half broken, and he roared, "Go! You! Mom!"

Someone was blown away 100,000 meters by the aftermath, coughing up blood, "Damn! Shouldn't such a being get a God-given quota?"

Some people looked on indifferently, with terrifying power, "You fight as soon as you come, how much hatred is this?"

The battle between Yan Fan and Long Aotian was earth-shattering, with millions of monks watching from afar.

For Yan Fan, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? Hidden strength? Keeping a low profile?

Haha, it doesn’t exist!

He has never hidden his strength, and he has never pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger. Even in the Supreme Palace, he told Cai Xi to keep a low profile, but he was not low-key at all.

Kunpeng's evil technique seizes the creation of heaven and earth and shatters the sky-illuminating mirror!

"Hmph, a worm shakes a tree, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Long Aotian took advantage of the victory to pursue, and launched a killing move with his first move.

Without taking a step back, Yan Fan condensed a weak water sword, and three thousand thunder spells wrapped around the blade.

The power of a sword is as heavy as the sky, and the divine thunder can destroy immortals and cut off the opponent's power of creation.

Long Aotian grew a pair of wings, soared 90,000 miles above the ground, and used the Peng technique alone, and a golden-winged roc grabbed Yan Fan.

The two hit each other from the ground to the sky, colliding in an instant, exchanging thousands of moves, evenly matched.

In the distance, the disciples of the Supreme Hall were stunned.

The corner of Kong Renjie's mouth twitched, he looked at Yan Fan, then at himself, and sighed, "At the same time, he was promoted to the inner sect. Why is he so perverted and I am so mediocre? Comparing others to each other hurts my self-esteem."

Senior Brother Xuanyuan Shu stared at him, "When we first met, we were in the Xiaoqian Realm Lord Realm, but after a thousand years, we actually broke through to the Life and Death Realm!"

The battle intensified, and millions of monks dispersed.

The Eternal Battlefield is so vast that it would be difficult to find a holy seal within nine months.

Xuanyuan Shu clenched his fists at the inner disciples and said:

"Junior brother and sister, I hope everything goes well for you. I say goodbye."

It is safe for a Taoist disciple to gather together, but the efficiency of searching for the Holy Seal will be greatly reduced. Everyone is a proud man, and they are not willing to be protected by anyone. If they dare to enter the eternal battlefield, they are ready to die in battle.

For a moment, the area was desolate, with only two people fighting.

The more Long Aotian fought, the more frightened he became. Although the opponent's cultivation level was high, his Taoism was not strong. However, the Taoism, which was obviously very weak, could turn decay into magic in the opponent's hands, bursting out with shocking power.

"Boy, your grudge with Long Aotian has nothing to do with me."

Yan Fan punched out, shattering the opponent's sternum, and sneered, "Didn't you just say that you are Long Aotian now? What, are you scared? Do you want to change your words?"

"Seeking death!" Long Aotian was filled with indignation.

With the Kunpeng ferocious technique in his left hand, the True Dragon treasure technique in his right hand, and the power-carrying Taoist technique, he fought with Yan Fan!

when!

Yan Fan punched the opponent in the back, tearing his mouth open.

"This guy's body is a little stronger... Later, he chose the body-snatching dragon Aotian. He probably took a fancy to the true dragon magic. No wonder he wanted to steal the true dragon egg. Unfortunately, he couldn't hatch it even if he stole it. Bury your own body."

After a close fight, Yan Fan's fists were stained with blood, both his opponent's blood and his own.

He landed smoothly and took out a long sword, made of white jade, with the name of the sword, Gentleman.

"Sword? Are you not a physical cultivator?" Long Aotian was stunned. After fighting for so long, the opponent's physical strength was not weaker than that of the ancient ferocious beast, so he thought he was a physical cultivator.

Yan Fan held the sword in front of him, "Fighting with you in close combat is just to hone my physique."

"You can't stop this sword!"

"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

"cut!"

One sword strike shocked the ages!