Winter moon of the lunar calendar.

The seventh day of November.

It has just been a year since the war between Qin Fan and Feng Yi ended.

this day.

Qin Fan, who was lying on the dry grass, moved.

The ten fingers, which were laid flat on the grass, shook slightly.

This time, it is no longer possible to escape the perception of the sloppy old man!

Woke up from the ice wall with a sudden awakening.

He quickly pounced on Qin Fan.

Look at the trembling ten fingers.

His voice trembled, "Actually, yet, yet, can, live, live, come?"

Before.

When Qin Fan's body began to undergo old changes, the sloppy old man felt that there was no possibility for him to wake up.

And at that time, he had already launched a countdown.

Thinking that once he dies completely, he will be thrown out of the ice cave.

But what he never imagined was that in such a situation - this kid would still be able to wake up and survive?

"Difficult, Dao, this, yes, no, death, clan, of, revenge, revenge, creation, transformation, arrival, come, now?"

The trembling sounded too much.

The sloppy old man suddenly became agitated.

Between his words.

Qin Fan's movement became larger and larger.

As he muttered to himself.

Swish-!

Qin Fan opened his eyes suddenly.

An instinctive crisis response.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and blast towards the other party!

But the hand was not waiting to be raised halfway.

It fell down hard!

Can't lift it...

Can't lift your hand...

The dignified Demon Emperor even lost the ability to raise his hand?

"How so!"

"How so!"

"How so!"

After saying three times in a row in horror.

Qin Fan wanted to go to luck to perceive the situation in his body.

However, what made him even more crazy and collapsed happened.

He doesn't even have the ability to be lucky!

In other words, more ordinary than ordinary people!

More disabled than disabled!

From an inconspicuous Demon Realm Demon Cultivator to a Supreme Demon Emperor who suppressed the Five Realms!

The frustrations and sufferings he had experienced were innumerable, and the battle with the pinnacle of Heavenly Court even made him sink for a full 90,000 years.

Ethereal floats, weather, rain and fog, struggling in that state where only a wisp of remnants remains, suffering from endless torment!

But at that time, even if there was only a wisp of remnant soul left, he never despaired, and in that tormented abyss, he refined the way of six breaths that could support him to enter the divine realm!

But now.

The remains are preserved.

Self-consciousness is restored.

It was as if he had fallen into the abyss of despair!

It's not that he's no longer confident and afraid to go back to where he was.

It was the state that spared a wisp of remnant soul at the beginning, which allowed him to see the dawn of recovery, but now this state makes him know that he has no possibility of recovery at all!

No god, no soul, no element, no air...

There is no possibility of recovery at all!

Under such a background, there are only a few words that make him panic in an instant!

Be an ordinary person, be an ordinary person with a disability...

No!!!

No!!!

No, absolutely not!

It's not that he can't let go of those passing grandeurs, but he can't face that once he falls to the point where he needs to endure birth, old age, sickness and death.

After being known to the outside world that this is the case, then whether it is family and friends on the earth plane, or thousands of people in the demon world.

Will fall into a catastrophe from which it will never be recovered!

Come to think of this.

Qin Fan shouted in horror, "Where is this? Where am I? Who are you? How did I get here? Why? Why?"

Utterly mad emotions burst out.

There was no choice when I went out to gamble with the trend before.

Because if he can't solve Feng Yi, then the fate of the Qin family will be the Nine Clans!

Now, however, he had to consider how much he would have to endure in this state of survival, both unknown and visible!

A few crazy out-of-control screams fell.

Staring at the bloodshot oozing eyes, Qin Fan wanted to get up from the dry grass.

But before the body could be propped up, it fell hard!

The bones all over my body ached!

Pain, what a time-honored word...

Now that it has reappeared, does this mean that the result of him becoming a waste man is a foregone conclusion?

Too late to think too much.

After crying out in pain, Qin Fan lowered his eyes and looked at his weakly weakened hands.

It's okay not to look at it, but it's completely collapsed when you look at it!

It's all wrinkled.

It's all faintly speckled.

"Impossible, impossible, this can't be!"

Hysterical heart-rending roars from the throat.

For Qin Fan's successive rage.

The sloppy old man turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear.

But the next moment.

His body hanging beside Qin Fan slammed backwards.

Then he crawled to the ground and shrank into a corner.

His face was full of panic and fear!

seemed to ignore Qin Fan's fragile state at this time.

Frightened cried out, "God, God, God, God, you, yes, God, world!"

"What? What did you say?"

Small spaces.

Two weird people.

Two extreme emotions.

After Qin Fan heard the words of the sloppy old man.

He paused abruptly, and his head lying on the dead grass turned to look at the sloppy old man.

The Divine Realm...

This old man can actually say the word divine realm?

Still say that you are from the divine realm?

What the hell is he coming from?

Why is he so afraid?

In the blink of an eye, even Qin Fan didn't know how he could have so many logical questions so clearly and rationally in that violent state.

"You, God, you, are, God, world, come, of!"

The sloppy old man was so frightened that he shook his head and shouted word by word.

The body huddled in the corner of the ice wall trembled violently.

He regretted it.

I regret that out of curiosity, I came out of the hole and moved this body back.

Divine Breath, if he knew that the other party had such a pure orthodox divine breath in his body, let alone moving back, he would immediately escape as far as he could!

Although he is the last hope of the undead, the strength he has is pitifully weak!

And this is also the reason why he was able to hide from the world and become a fish that slipped through the net in the first place.

That weak strength may be extremely strong against the mortal body of the mortal world, but against the Chaos Realm - no, let alone the Chaos Realm, even if it is the God Realm, the most ordinary priest has no chance of winning!

Therefore, after capturing the locked orthodox divine breath after Qin Fan woke up, he had to be afraid, after all, as soon as he died, the undead would be completely wiped out!

For the sloppy old man at this moment, out of the innate direct sense of the divine realm in his heart, he ignored that even if Qin Fan was a god, it was a waste god who had no power to fall into the mortal world and no longer have any majesty, and after ignoring it, he only had prayer left in his mind.

Prayer wasn't sent by the Chaos Realm.

Pray that the divine realm does not yet know about the existence of the undead!

Looking at the sloppy old man's terrifying words and deeds.

Qin Fan was stunned for a moment.

The sudden birth of this drama seemed to make him forget his situation.

When the sloppy old man spoke out of the divine realm again.

He seemed to be thoroughly stimulated.

In the Divine Realm, he fell into such a field because of the people of the Divine Realm!

The old wrinkled face suddenly became hideous.

There was a cold look in the depths of his eyes.

He smiled in a penetrating voice.

And then there was a violent surge.

Exerted all his strength under that hideous and infiltrating look.

He roared in a miserable voice, "God Realm, my grass is a special God Realm!"

(End of chapter)