In the 14,500th year of the prehistoric calendar, Emperor Haotian devoted all the power of the heavenly court to prevent the ferocious beast Ice Toad from coming to the world, but in the end he was unable to escape and fell in Lingxiao Palace.－－《Records of the Grand Historian

The Emperor of Heaven fell, and blood was floating in the nine heavens, and it was red. Ghosts cried and wolves howled, as if the sky was crying. However, very few people knew about the things in the nine heavens. Soldiers who were able to save their lives under the means of saints, whether they were immortals, humans, or witches, all thought that the induction of the heavenly way was caused by the collapse of Jianmu.

In Lingxiao Palace, Yang Fanhai looked at Emperor Haotian who had his last breath on Lingxiao's throne, and his mind was blank. He didn't understand why the person in front of him could see life and death so indifferently.

The Nine-Turn Golden Pill has been in the other party's hands. If he wants, he can take it by himself the moment he kills the ice toad. But he didn't, but waited quietly, which means that after the other party discovered his situation, he had already made the choice as soon as possible: sacrifice.

Sacrifice is simple to put and understated, but it is so difficult to do it. Especially for a so-called nephew who has only met one side. If he was a different person, Yang Fanhai knew that he would never do such a thing for Emperor Haotian.

The dead are dead, and what about the living?

Yang Fanhai's heart contracted violently, and suddenly he roared loudly, his voice hoarsely, as if two files were rubbing hard, extremely unpleasant, extremely sad, and even more fearful.

Emperor Haotian was worried that his mother would ask his son whereabouts one day, but what about himself? If one day his mother asked himself: Dalang, where is your uncle?

How should I answer? How should I answer? He was afraid, even fearful, and did not know how he should face his mother.

That painful howl seemed to have touched the sensation of heaven and earth, and a sea of ​​thunder rushes in, as if it is surging waves, venting it on Yang Fanhai's body.

I don’t know if it is because the Immortal King Tribulation is different, or because the Heavenly Emperor died, or he killed too many times, the Heavenly Dao Sensation is too great, or this place is different from other places. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation has become extremely powerful. Not to mention the simple heavenly tribulations that Yang Fanhai once had, even the most powerful heavenly tribulations that others call are hard to compare.

It is so powerful that it is hard to describe, just like destroying these nine heavens and even the entire world. Even the fearful movements were so scared that Xu Fan was frightened and chose to avoid it at the first time, not daring to be involved.

Every heavenly tribulation was full of the power of the heavenly destiny, and Yang Fanhai's body could not absolutely resist it. Every bombardment caused him to be seriously injured and his body was almost broken. The destruction from the power of the heavenly tribulation was difficult to recover even if it was devouring.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Fanhai would undoubtedly die, but at this moment, the effect of the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir is still there. No matter how severe the injury is, as long as there is still a trace of energy, it can recover as before in an instant.

There were shrill cry of pain, powerful heavenly tribulations, and the Nine Heavens were in chaos, as if they were about to return to before the creation of heaven and earth. The clouds were completely dispersed, but Lingxiao Palace was not damaged at all because of the restriction of heaven and earth.

It seemed as if after countless epochs, Yang Fanhai felt that he had been split by the heavenly tribulation for countless epochs. When the great catastrophe of heaven disappeared, he finally passed through the countless longing but fearful Immortal King tribulations.

The Nine-Turn Golden Pill is a magical medicine against the heavens. If the Taoist Ancestor Hongjun is the supreme in the world, it must be an existence beyond the supreme among the elixirs. The medicinal effect is not only as simple as healing. These heavenly tribulations not only failed to hurt Yang Fanhai, but instead allowed him to absorb the medicinal effects without any healing.

After the tribulation was over, the depth of true energy was approaching the Immortal King's Great Perfect Realm. Even Gongsun Xuanyuan, who entered the Immortal King's Realm before him, was not as good as him.

The Immortal King is not the absolute strongest in the world of cultivation, but is relatively strongest. When the Taoist ancestor Hongjun and the saint do not take action, there is no emperor in the world, and it is like an immortal existence.

Before this, Yang Fanhai had expected this state countless times, but when he really reached it, he found that his heart was empty. He got the power, but what about the others?

He was confused, confused, and at a loss. Standing in Lingxiao Palace, looking at the uncle who had no breath of life on Lingxiao's throne, suddenly, he felt that he was so small. Even though he was in the same state as the other party, he felt an indescribable inferiority in his heart.

People should not be dominated by power. Yang Fanhai has always known this sentence but it is difficult to understand. But looking at Emperor Haotian in front of him, he felt that he suddenly understood something.

There are countless powerful immortal kings, but there are also many. In this era, there are only one who can be called the Emperor of Heaven. The man who is called his uncle is not only powerful in realm, but also in his heart, a heart that dares to compete with the saints, and a heart that dares to sacrifice for the sake of heaven and earth.

Looking ahead, he was lost in his mind and lost in his soul. I don’t know how long it took, but it didn’t react until Xu Fan called him a few times.

"Xu Fan..."

For some reason, Yang Fanhai felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he looked at Xu Fan in front of him. He felt that everything was so unreal, so unreal that he wished he could fall into a coma at this moment and never wake up.

Looking at Yang Fanhai's blank face, Xu Fan sighed softly: "You go, this is not the place you should stay!"

Yang Fanhai was confused and blurted out, "Where are you?"

"I... of course I stay here!"

Xu Fan put the cape on again, and a shadow covered his face, making it difficult for him to see his facial features. Except for Emperor Haotian, no one knew his name, but only knew that his name was King Dark Sun.

He is the shadow of Emperor Haotian who stayed in the darkness. He has been doing things for Emperor Haotian that he is inconvenient to do for him all his life, so he is called the King of Dark Sun, a king hiding in the darkness.

The life in Kyushu was unique to him. For the first time, he walked out of the darkness and lived with others in the sun. He would remember that life for the rest of his life, but it was just memorable.

"Go back to Jiuzhou with me!"

Yang Fanhai looked at Xu Fan and said, "He has fewer friends in his life and has even fewer brothers."

"Impossible!" Xu Fan shook his head: "The emperor's will, I want to guard the gate of the demon world. Unless I die, I will never leave again in my life! And..."

He paused, turned around, and whispered: "You are already strong enough, and you don't need me to protect you anymore. Yang Fanhai, remember the words of the Emperor of Heaven, live well and see if the world will be the result you want after this battle."

After saying this, he slowly left, leaving behind a back, like a afterimage of the sunset, leaving Lingxiao Palace and disappearing in front of him.

He left, died, Yang Fanhai was chilling all over. He sat in Lingxiao Palace for a long time. Looking at the body of Emperor Haotian on Lingxiao's throne, he finally stood up with a sigh.

He knelt at the corpse on Ling Xiao's throne and kowtowed nine times, his eyes were wet, and he turned around and left.

After experiencing such an accident, nothing seemed to have happened outside the Lingxiao Palace. The white clouds were still there and the smoke was flying. The owner was no longer there, and the place was still full of fairy energy. In other words, no one had ever been the owner of this place. The Heavenly Palace was always there, and the Emperor of Heaven... was just a passerby.

Who in the world can be immortal? No one, the Emperor of Heaven cannot be immortal, and even Pangu will die.

Yang Fanhai, who has always been fearless in his heart, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of awe of death. Perhaps in this world, people who think that they can roam all directions after reaching a certain level of practice will die faster than some weak monks.

Beginning with a cottage, fearless, and having a hundred years of hard work, it is hard to move forward.

Yang Fanhai suddenly became scared. He felt that there were too many people in this world who were secretly manipulating something. Maybe he thought it was right, but in fact it was wrong, or in other words, everything he did now was wrong. Just as Emperor Haotian said, the greatest sorrow of a soldier is that he fought for a lifetime but did not find a real enemy, or he was used by the enemy instead.

Please give up... This thought appeared in Yang Fanhai's heart and then became stronger and stronger. He was tired of fighting, war, and everything about intrigue in this world.

I already know the whereabouts of my parents, and there are no more people who hinder their freedom. Yang Fanhai wants to leave, avoid the world's affairs, and go to a quiet place to live his own life.

He was in a heavy mood and in a daze, and walked out of the sky gate.

Outside the Tianmen, the empty space suddenly shocked him. Then he realized that the Tianlu Jianmu had fallen. The Tianlu was no longer there, and it was difficult for the heavenly court to enter from now on. The death of Emperor Haotian was concealed and may become a legend.

Thinking of his uncle who died on his behalf, Yang Fanhai felt inexplicably heartache again. He spread his wings and slowly flew down from the sky.

I don’t know that I have been in Lingxiao Palace for a long time, and the people from both Jiuzhou and the heavenly realm have dispersed.

The sky is so high that it is hard to describe. It took half a year to arrive. Even though Yang Fanhai had reached the realm of the Immortal King, it took nearly a month to see Jiuzhou again.

The hometown is still the same, but the mood is completely different.

In this battle, Jianmu tree was broken, the heavenly realm collapsed, and the strong men of the heavenly court left one by one. Even though Emperor Haotian had not come forward, in others' hearts, Jiuzhou should have won and Heavenly Court lost.

Win... but will you really get what you want?

Yang Fanhai suddenly felt anxious to meet Gongsun Xuanyuan, and there were too many things to ask him. How did he think about this war?

Just as he was about to speed up and leave Zheng Cheng, he suddenly felt a sense of spiritual consciousness and felt a messy and powerful aura. Although the aura seemed to be restrained, it seemed that because of the injury, it was so difficult that it was impossible to avoid being noticed.

It was him... Yang Fanhai's heart moved, and he already knew who the master of the breath was. After thinking for a moment, he flapped his wings and flew over.
Chapter completed!