I woke up after 300 million years

The girl said expressionlessly:

"The last time I saw you in such a mess was the last time."

What you said is as if you didn’t say it... Yan Fan complained and complained happily, and then asked happily:

"Where have you been? I kept calling you before, thinking you would never show up again!"

The girl floated in the air, shook her head, and did not answer the question. She pointed her soft palm towards the light beam in the distance and asked, "Do you want that toy?"

"Toy?" Yan Fan looked ashamed, "That's not a toy, it's the Nine Heavens Holy Soldier. If I get that sword, it will be easy to sweep across the eternal battlefield. I just suffered a loss in terms of weapons, and I was careless and didn't dodge."

"You haven't answered my question yet, where have you been?"

The wind blows the sand, the girl has charming eyes, and she says calmly, "It doesn't matter where I go. If you want to get that toy, you can just go and get it. The toy is essentially made of real dragon bones and contains one hundred and eight real dragon souls. You have refined a drop of the essence and blood of the true dragon ancestor, and the dragon energy has been added to you, so the toys dare not resist."

Yan Fan was stunned and confused, "You mean, I can pass through the light beam?"

"It should be okay." The girl responded vaguely.

What is should? If that doesn't work, I'll just hide away. There's no need to waste time. Those two guys can't get in even with the quasi-sacred weapons in their hands. I guess this Nine-Heaven Sacred Weapon was put here by the Tianxing clan to bluff people, inspiring the monks to kill each other. .....Yan Fan thought a lot for a moment.

The girl's figure gradually faded, and finally she said, "Go and give it a try."

"Wait! Where are you going? We haven't seen each other for more than a thousand years, and I still have something to ask you!" Yan Fan reached out to grab the other person, but missed him.

Girls come and go in a hurry.

Looking at his empty palms and the body on the ground, Yan Fan's brown eyes felt lonely.

After being stunned for a long time, he gritted his teeth, took a heavy step, crushed the ground, and streaked across the battlefield like a meteor. He killed three thousand monks with his weak water sword and rushed to the light pillar in just a few seconds.

The diameter of the white light beam was 20,000 meters. Some monks in the realm of life and death walked to 50 or 60 meters. Qin Shi and Xianxian were still at 100 meters.

They were under the terrifying pressure of the saints all the time, and it was difficult for them to move forward.

"The big devil is here again!"

"I went and was hit by the Immortal's Kunlun Cauldron, but I didn't even die!?"

"He is more terrifying than the ancient ferocious beasts, and his body is so powerful that he is abnormally strong!"

Yan Fan had no time to deal with the surrounding monks. He stepped into the light pillar with his left foot and suddenly felt the overwhelming holy power sweeping in. The endless sword intent seemed to tear the world apart.

As soon as his footsteps sank, the power of the True Dragon Ancestor in his body was activated, and the oppression disappeared.

It really works!

Yan Fan marveled for a second and began to stride towards the Three Emperors Sword.

This scene shocked tens of billions of monks.

...Ascension platform, audience area.

Su Yao broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing that Yan Fan was fine, she released her palm and cast her beautiful eyes diagonally towards the Immortal Palace area diagonally opposite, surging with murderous intent.

Frankly speaking, she did not expect that in the first elimination battle, the Immortal Palace and the Qin family would let their disciples enter with quasi-sacred weapons.

Once the quasi-sacred soldiers appear, how can their peers compete with them?

Unless you also bring out a quasi-sacred weapon, or even a nine-day holy weapon, you can suppress it.

Jian San noticed the chill and shivered. After thinking about it, he praised aloud, "Yan Fan, this kid, is not simple. Within the range of the holy power of the Three Emperors Sword, he has already walked thirty meters on flat ground. It's amazing!"

After saying this, he squinted at Su Yao and breathed a sigh of relief when his uncle's expression softened.

He was really afraid that his uncle would go to the Immortal Palace for trouble.

The master of the Immortal Palace is present, a mortal supreme, and the master of the Supreme Palace has not yet come. Even though Su Yao's combat power is equal to that of the Supreme, Jian San still has many concerns and does not want his uncle to make things worse.

Some people were sarcastic and sarcastic, "The Immortal Palace, good methods, and quasi-saint soldiers are all used. Aren't you afraid that your daughter will be ruined on the battlefield of eternity? If you lose your daughter, you will lose the army?"

"Incompetent barking dog." The master of the Immortal Palace sneered, not using any curse words.

"You...hum, your daughter Xianxian can't get the Three Emperors Sword anyway."

"Impotent jealousy." The Immortal Palace Master said calmly to everyone.

When they were arguing, the image projected by a crystal stone was fixed on Yan Fan.

The atmosphere fell silent briefly, and everyone's expressions changed from indifference to surprise, from surprise to staring, and from staring to standing up.

"How is it possible! With only physical strength, I can resist the Holy Power and walk a hundred meters!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Are you kidding? It's five hundred meters away!"

"Is this kid a humanoid monster? I haven't seen him take out any weapon to resist. Is he resisting purely with his physical body?"

"A thousand meters away!"

The whole place was in an uproar. Even Qin Huang, who was as stable as a rock, lost his composure. He stood up suddenly and crushed the tea cup in his hand. His eyes were gloomy and his face was ugly.

"Damn it! It's three thousand meters!"

Jian San was so excited that he trembled, "Incredible, so incredible, why? Is it possible that he has been recognized by the Three Emperors Sword?"

"Each supreme orthodoxy can produce one or two quasi-sacred weapons, but it is almost impossible to produce a nine-day holy weapon. If he gets the Three Emperors Sword, hiss..." Jiuli took a breath of air, Half expectation and half worry.

The expectation is that the Supreme Palace will have a Nine Heavens Holy Weapon, but the worry is that she does not hope that the person who gets the holy weapon is Yan Fan.

Su Yao, in red dress, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and seemed to be thinking, whispering silently:

"The Three Emperors Sword is made of true dragon bones and dragon souls. Could it be...the essence and blood of the true dragon ancestor..."

Her guess was correct. If she were replaced, she could easily get the Three Emperors Sword.

The ancestor of Yuhua Shrine smashed the table with his palm, gritted his back molars, "Five thousand meters!"

"Asshole! This is unfair! Why can he get close to the Three Emperors Sword, but my disciple can't move an inch? There must be an inside story, yes, there must be an inside story!" A monk shouted loudly.

The next second, Lord Gouchen slapped him in the air, and the monk who said there was an inside story turned into blood mist.

The saint explained aloud at this time:

"Everyone, the Supreme War is fair, just and open. We are witnessing it together. Besides, our Saint Clan disdains to play tricks on just a Nine Heavens Saint Weapon. Perhaps... this monk named Yan Fan has obtained it invisibly. Got the approval of the Three Emperors Sword."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell into silence. The lessons learned from the past had already turned into blood mist. Who dared to refute at this time?

Jian San stared at the screen, "Nine thousand meters away!"

When everyone was nervous, Yan Fan suddenly flew up.

He had been walking forward step by step, but in the last kilometer, he stopped pretending and showed his cards, he could fly!

...Inside the Eternal Battlefield.

Qin Shi suddenly felt something bad, turned around and ran away.

"He really got it?" The Kunlun Cauldron was suspended above the immortal's head, clenching his fists unwillingly.

Yan Fan looked at the Three Emperors Sword one step away, entwined with one hundred and eight true dragon souls, and stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

The dragon roared for nine days, and the situation suddenly changed!

Hundreds of thousands of monks fled immediately without saying a word.

"Damn it, God, you are so blind, why did you let the Great Demon King obtain the Nine Heavens Holy Weapon!"

"It's over. The big devil was strong enough before, but now he is holding the Three Emperors Sword and is even more invincible!"

"There are eight months left in this elimination battle, and I never want to see the big devil again!"

The gathered monks dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the disciples of the Supreme Hall and a few people watching.

The Three Emperors Sword struggled in Yan Fan's hand and seemed to be particularly resistant.

At this time, the stone tablet with the word "all living beings" cracked, a golden light shot straight into the sky, and a large seal flew out, just hitting the Kunlun Cauldron.

The immortal reacted quickly, grabbed the golden seal, looked down, and was surprised and happy.

"Nine Heavens Saint Weapon—Five Emperor Seals!"

"I know, this is the rumored Taoism, the Gate of All Living Beings!"

"Five! Emperor! Seal!" Xuanyuan Shu said every word, so angry that he vomited blood.

At first, he stood in front of the stone tablet and studied for a long time, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, a Nine Heavens Holy Weapon was hidden in it. He missed this opportunity, and he was so angry that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Senior Brother!" Kong Renjie was still honest. He picked up Xuanyuan Shu and hurried away.

Qin Shi, who had not gone far, froze and looked up to the sky and roared, "Three Emperors Sword, Five Emperors Seal, why don't they belong to me! Why?"

With an excited heart and trembling hands, the fairy in the white skirt poured a wisp of her soul into the Five Emperors Seal. She could barely control it, but she couldn't recognize her master and needed time to refine it.

The white beam of light dissipated, Yan Fan walked vigorously, and slashed at the immortal with one sword.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" The immortal was full of arrogance and used the Five Emperor Seals to attack.

The Three Emperors Sword and the Five Emperors Seal collided with each other, and a group of monks were blown away by the aftermath. It was terrible to see.

This is a battle between holy soldiers and holy soldiers!