I woke up after 300 million years

Ji Hongyuan has lost weight. She was a gentleman like jade back then, but now... she has lost one-third of the temperament of an elegant scholar and has more of the aura of vicissitudes of time.

Growth always comes at a cost.

Their eyes met, Yan Fan opened his arms and smiled slightly, "Welcome home."

That night, a group of people set up a fire in the yard, barbecued and drank.

Although Yang Jian is not good at expressing, he takes special care of Meng Chulian and treats her like a princess. It is obvious that he has admiration for her.

However, Meng Chulian seemed to have no feelings for Yang Jian and always kept a certain distance.

Yan Fan didn't want to interfere too much with young people's affairs, especially their feelings, so he reluctantly refused to do so.

Perhaps Meng Chulian really just regards Yang Jian as a close friend and younger brother.

Ji Hongyuan talked about Ji Hongwen and asked:

"Brother, I'm a little confused. She is my biological sister. Should I kill her?"

Yan Fan picked up the glass and smiled, then asked instead, "Will she still affect you?"

Ji Hongyuan shook his head.

"Then will she still hurt you?"

Ji Hongyuan shook her head again.

Yan Fan drank the wine in the cup and exhaled a breath of wine, "That's terrible. She is no longer a thorn in your heart and cannot hinder your way forward. Killing her or not doesn't mean much."

"Brother knows that you don't want to be charged with parricide, so don't worry about it. Let her fend for herself and let her watch you stand on the nine heavens step by step. That's not a bad idea."

Ji Hongyuan nodded and looked towards the fire, her eyes reflecting the fireworks, wondering what she was thinking.

Mu Changsheng had been observing Yang Jian, his eyes as if he were guarding against thieves.

Meng Chulian followed him to practice at the age of ten. In his eyes, Meng Chulian was his precious daughter. Even if Yang Jian was not Huang Mao, was gifted and overall excellent, as an "old father", he would still feel uncomfortable in his heart.

At night, he took Yang Jian to the study room, where he said he wanted to talk alone.

The study room is clean and refreshing. Mu Changsheng often practices calligraphy here recently.

As soon as the door closed, he asked directly, "Do you like Xiao Meng'er?"

"Ah?" Yang Jian stood in front of the facade, his expression stunned, and then he hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "Emperor, you misunderstood, I don't like Miss Meng, it's just...just..."

"Just what?" Mu Changsheng sat in front of the desk and tapped his fingers on the table, showing no signs of anger.

Yang Jian laughed awkwardly, "It's just a kind of light... You know, I am a beggar, begging for a living in the imperial city. That day, Her Royal Highness the Princess rode a white horse and passed by the North Street District. I hid in the I saw it from a distance in the crowd, and just one glance made me fall for it.”

"Under the sun, the princess's black hair is like a waterfall. She is dressed in a white dress. Her eyes are so beautiful that you are mesmerized. She is riding on a white horse. She has a heroic posture that says, 'Wen can bring peace to the world with his pen, and martial arts can mount the horse to determine the world.' The princess's figure is so... In my heart, she is a light in my life that cannot be touched or desecrated."

"I don't like the princess, I just want to protect her."

The knight will always protect the princess, but the princess will always marry the prince.

Yang Jian is very clear about his position. He is the "knight" of Meng's first love, not the "prince".

......

In the starry sky, there is a mysterious star field.

Many monks who were exploring stopped and felt a surging power awakening.

"what happened?"

"There are signs of the avenue emerging!"

"Is it possible that someone is trying to achieve enlightenment and become an emperor?"

The next second, a deserted planet exploded, and a woman stood in the darkness, with colorful colored clothes dancing, her beautiful long hair reaching her waist, and strands of hair sticking to her cheeks.

"Today, I perfected the "Nine Life Methods", and I will never have double eyes again!"

Caixi cultivated her own Tao and Dharma, and achieved quasi-emperor status in one fell swoop.

She held the divine bow in her hand and used Taoism to evolve arrows. She shot out an arrow, piercing the void and flying towards the sky.

"How dare you!" Holy Lord Tianxing was shocked and angry, reaching out to catch the arrow.

The moment his palm touched the arrow, Holy Lord Tianxing's entire arm exploded, and his holy blood spread for nine days.

This is the moment that all races are looking forward to!

"Quasi-Emperor! Fairy Caixi has become a quasi-Emperor!"

"Me! Damn it! Who the hell said Caixi was dead in the first place?"

"If you don't sing, you will be a blockbuster, quasi-emperor! How many quasi-emperors can be born in one era? In the last era, there was only one person named Qi Dao. Is this era destined to be dominated by Cai Xi?"

"The Tianxing clan has hit a brick wall. Yan Fan has the power of a quasi-emperor. Caixi has broken through to the quasi-emperor. How can the saints stop these two quasi-emperors?"

"Sow evil and reap evil consequences."

This arrow shattered the world of the Tianxing clan.

In the sky above the Central Continent, a strange scene appeared. They were splendid palaces, an unfathomable power, and the Holy Lord Tianxing who had recovered from his injuries.

The Three Saint Patriarchs are also there, hidden in the auspicious clouds, so that no one can see their appearance clearly.

The Holy Son of Destiny had become a saint not long ago. At this moment, he was wearing a unicorn armor, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, with unruly eyes and aloof posture.

The Tu Meng Saint stood at the back, much restrained, no longer as strong as before, and became silent.

Across the endless void, Cai Xi punched out, causing the whole Hongtian to tremble.

She opened a passage and walked in with her master Su Yao.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared in the sky above Taikoo City in Mid-Continent.

Yan Fan tugged on the collar of his red coat, looked up at the sky, and looked at the woman with an eternal gaze.

"Yao Yao."

"Xiao Fan."

The love that goes in both directions is beautiful and sweet. They go to each other and embrace affectionately in front of all races and in full view of everyone.

"Hmph!" The sky suddenly changed, and an unknown existence appeared with a pair of black eyes.

His aura is too terrifying, he is more powerful than Cai Xi, and he is undoubtedly the quasi-emperor.

However, the aura of this quasi-emperor is mixed with a hint of decay. He must be old or seriously injured, and his life is about to come to an end.

The quasi-emperor of the Tianxing clan looked down at everything and said, "Is there any royal land in the world? Yan Fan, you are looking for death!"

"Looking for death?" Yan Fan let go of Su Yao and flew out the Heavenly Burial Sword, "You, the Tianxing clan, have done all the evil deeds and killed Hongtian monks... Everyone, you have all been deceived. The so-called supreme battle is nothing more than The conspiracy of the Tianxing clan is to select the powerful ones who are blessed by nature so that they can devour their bloodline and physique."

"For a long time, those geniuses who ranked first in the supreme battle have never appeared again."

Hearing this, Wanzu's expressions changed drastically.

Among all living beings, there are always smart people. If you take a closer look, you will feel that something is wrong. "The first place in the Supreme Battle has indeed never appeared again. The explanation given by the Tianxing Clan every time is that they are practicing in seclusion."

Holy Lord Tianxing put his hands behind his back, smiled coldly, and said, "Yan Fan, do you think we care about these? About reputation? Haha... There is a big shot standing behind our holy clan, so what if we kill Hongtian? ?”

"After slaughtering the disobedient livestock, just breed a new batch!"

Big man?

The way of heaven?

Yan Fan held the Heavenly Burial Sword in his right hand and climbed to the sky step by step.

Su Yao took out the Three Emperors Sword, Caixi's shining bow, Mu Changsheng's broken sword, Meng Chulian and Yang Jian followed closely, and fire lotus appeared under Ji Hongyuan's feet.

"Just the seven of you, want to challenge my Tianxing clan?" Holy Lord Tianxing sneered.

The monks clenched their fists and were excited. This scene will definitely be recorded in history.

Yan Fan's eyes were lonely and cold, his silver rings clashed in the wind, and his voice was low but not deep:

"Today, we will avenge our shame, take back our glory, and kill all of you bastards..."