A drop of blood hung over the immortal tomb, which seemed to reflect the ancient and modern future.

It is like a world of its own, with internal shouts and earth-shattering, as if there are thousands of troops and horses fighting, and they are unimaginably top-notch characters.

Around the immortal tomb, countless monks stared at the drop of blood without blinking, to be exact, the man behind the blood.

The man was vague, standing proudly between heaven and earth, with a tripod hanging on his head, hanging down from his mother's energy, and shining with nine kinds of immortal golden brilliance.

He moved, lowered his head and cast his gaze on Xiao Budian's body, as if he was staring across the ages, his eyes were extremely deep, as if he was conveying indescribable mystery and information.

However, Xiao Budian can't perceive it at all, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of what kind of message the other party wants to convey.

"Master, is he talking to me?" The little white-skinned little finger pointed at the phantom man and looked up at Wu Fang with confusion in his eyes.

Faintly, he had a feeling that the other party had something he wanted him to know, but he couldn't understand it.

"After the long river of time, it does not belong here, and it cannot be explained ......"

At this moment, a kind of monk seemed to hear the sound of thunder, accompanied by the Supreme Immortal Dao Heavenly Tribulation, and the faint words came from the mouth of the illusory man.

"He... Did he speak?"

"After a long period of time, this... What does that mean!"

Countless monks were shocked, staring at the illusory man, their ears pricked up high, wanting to understand.

However, the man was bathed in thunder, and his expression became complicated, as if he was resisting something, and no sound came out.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, the phantom man waved his hands in the air, he was evolving, evolving a picture.

In the picture, this is a miserable battlefield, the gods and demons of the heavens have fallen, and the blood stains the nine heavens and ten earths, and the scene is too terrifying.

Above the battlefield, there are several figures standing proudly, fighting.

One of them held a large bell, the bell rang slowly and shook the long river of time, he was casting spells to fight, and the fragments of time and space were scattered like raindrops, which seemed to be able to affect the past and the present.

The other person is an empress, peerless, with an immortal weapon in her hand, turning a sword, a ring, and a mask, blooming with supreme brilliance, she is also fighting, and the avenue is shining.

There is also a fat Taoist priest, and he has some imagination with the little fat boy Cao Yusheng in terms of appearance.

The fourth person is a man holding a big tripod, he is a heavenly emperor, looking down on the enemy, holding the big tripod and constantly bombarding and killing. As he took a step, a huge threaded fruit behind him resonated with it, unleashing a terrifying thunderbolt power.

......

"What the hell is he trying to tell us?"

"Where is the battlefield he evolved?"

"Is it in the border wilderness?"

"What a level of battle this is!"

......

Looking at the picture of the man's evolution, everyone was stunned.

"Father... My lord..."

If it is said that the biggest change in mood in the field is Ye Tianxian, when this drop of blood appeared, one of his beautiful eyes turned red.

Especially when the phantom man appeared, he choked up even more, his words were trilling, and the tears of the bean fell uncontrollably.

Above the immortal tomb, the virtual image felt Ye Qianxian's emotions, and looked at Ye Tianxian with pity and apology in his eyes.

The phantom man's gaze moved away from Ye Tianxian, and when it landed on Wu Fang's body, his figure trembled obviously.

"Division... Honor..."

The illusory shadow man endured the Supreme Immortal Dao Tribulation, and once again a faint syllable sounded out of his mouth, and then bowed deeply towards Wu Fang.

Bang!

The phantom man seemed to want to say something, but the Immortal Dao Tribulation was too terrifying, and this was only the manifestation of a drop of his blood, and the rest of the words in his mouth were difficult to say.

"Xiao Yezi, what do you want to say, the teacher knows. This is your calamity, and it has really reached the irreversible moment, and the teacher will make a move. Wu Fang pretended to be calm and spoke very calmly.

Seeing Ye Fan in the perfect world, Wu Fang was still extremely shocked in his heart. Judging from the thunder fruit that manifested behind the other party, the other party had obviously developed it to the extreme, and even mixed with his own Dao, and in terms of power, it was far beyond his original 100%.

Obviously, Ye Fan at this time is from countless years, and he is already indescribably powerful.

"Did you hear that? That woman turned out to be his daughter!"

"He is actually called Hongjun Old Ancestor!"

"Oh my god, these intricate relationships! My mind is a little messy!

......

Not only the monks, but even the expressions of the five overlords were a little confused.

"Master, it turns out that he... He's that senior brother of mine!" Xiao Budian was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, and he looked at the phantom man in surprise.

The phantom man's gaze returned to Xiao Budian's body, shook his head, and after a sigh fell, the figure disappeared. Then, I saw that drop of blood slowly submerged into Xiao Budian's body.

"Master, this... This—" Xiao Budian suddenly exclaimed.

"Don't worry, your senior brother won't harm you. Wu Fang smiled and pinched Xiao Bu's cheek.

"Don't cry, you'll all be fine, it won't be long before you can get together with Xiao Yezi, this day won't be long. Wu Fang opened his mouth to appease Ye Tianxian, who was red-eyed on the side.

Rumble ——!

Just when the attention of all the monks in the field was immersed in Wu Fang and his party, a loud horn suddenly sounded at the end of the long river.

"This voice, the border wilderness is recruited!"

"How so? Isn't it a sign that occurs only once in a thousand years? It's been less than a hundred years since the last sign!"

"Could it be that something happened to the border wasteland?"

"It's impossible! There are countless ancestors in the border wilderness!"

......

Hearing the sound of the horn, the expressions of the monks froze, and they didn't even pay attention to Wu Fang and his party, and turned around to look in the direction where the horn sounded.

Shout!

A rainbow burst out of the sky from above the river.

In an instant, a rickety old man appeared at the end of the long river, although he was full of white hair, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the aura he unconsciously released was not weaker than that of the five overlords.

"Demon King, you're not dead yet!" Seeing the rickety old man, the old man was the first to let out an exclamation.

"You're just dead! This king was just secretly summoned to the border wasteland!" Hearing the words of the old man, the rickety old man snorted coldly.

"What are you doing by blowing the trumpet?" asked the Immortal Hall Master with a frown.

"Nonsense, of course, it's a sign that the adults over there are coming!"

The Demon King's gaze swept over the Gluttonous King, the Zhan Clan Patriarch, and countless monks in turn: "The situation in the border wilderness is urgent, and a big war is about to break out, the Gluttonous King, Zhan Yuan, and Gu Jinluan ...... All the monks above my realm will follow me to the border wilderness! Those who refuse the signs will be killed!"

Sen Han's words fell, and the Demon King didn't say anything more, turned around and left, as if he wasn't worried that these omen wouldn't come.