The power of the years here becomes a little thicker with each step forward, pervasive, and wants to deprive people of their lives here, turning them into a dry skeleton on the side of the road.

Eighty percent of the dry bones on the side of the road are some characters who have little life, similar to the emperor, who want to come to the ancient holy land to find a way to continue their lives, but unfortunately no one has ever succeeded.

The two climbed halfway up the mountain, the treasure liquid had been exhausted, Ye Fan was still using the unicorn seeds to absorb the essence, and Shi Zhong simply threw those elixirs into his mouth, like a cow chewing a peony.

"Hold on, it's coming soon."

After a while, the two of them were only one-fifth away from the top of the mountain, but the power of time here was also so strong that even the stone bell had become the appearance of an ancient man, his hands and feet were dry, and even his blood and qi were silent.

Shi Zhong was extremely distressed and took out the jade bottle containing the spiritual liquid of the Immortal Divine Spring, this immortal divine spring was a treasure comparable to the divine elixir, and there was not much left after several squandering.

He gave Ye Fan a bottle, and Ye Fan returned the shriveled unicorn seeds to him, and the two continued to walk forward with each other's support.

Shi Zhong saw that there were several dragon corpses on the side of the road, and their bodies were bubbling with cold cold light, as if they were poured from divine gold, full of the beauty of power, full of might, dragon whiskers, dragon horns, and dragon scales were very clear, like real dragons crouching in front of him.

Behind them, there were long thick chains, made of unknown materials, extending to a huge bronze coffin.

This ancient coffin is simple and heavy, showing the vicissitudes of life, carved with strange patterns and some ancient characters that the stone clock cannot understand, this kind of writing is very old, I don't know what era it is.

"We ...... It is...... Come here on this. ”

Ye Fan was panting as he spoke, the Great Dao wound in his body was deteriorating, and the wheel of life was almost breaking in half.

"It's interesting." Shi Zhong responded, and the two supported each other and continued to walk forward step by step.

Whenever they couldn't hold on, the two of them drank a drop of the Fountain of Immortality, because there was really not much left, and they had already seen the bottom.

The two of them crossed the bronze coffin, only a few hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, and could almost see the crystal clear and vibrant divine spring.

But at this time, several figures flew up from the canyon in the mountains, there were men and women, the men were heroic and domineering, with black hair like a waterfall, and there was a tendency to swallow mountains and rivers, even in this state, it was also entangled with a strong supreme aura, and it seemed to be the emperor of a certain dynasty.

The woman is dressed in white clothes, with a beautiful figure, a beautiful face, delicate facial features, bright eyes and bright teeth, like a white lotus, left behind and independent.

These are the desolate slaves, and they are all the amazing and glamorous people who overwhelm an era to be qualified to become this kind of existence.

Although these people are heroic and extraordinary, they have no life, like empty shells, and everyone's eyes are very cold, without the slightest emotion and vitality.

As soon as they appeared, the breath of time washed over them like a long river, and the two of them suddenly reached the twilight, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished in the storm.

The two of them supported each other so as not to fall to their knees, and their vitality weakened to the extreme, and Shi Zhong poured all the remaining immortal fountain into the mouths of the two.

But this only lasted long, this group of desolate slaves were like mountains in front of them, and the divine spring was behind them, as if they were separated by an impassable moat.

"Damn, why don't you guys go and run up to mahjong!"

Shi Zhong feels like he's playing big and is likely to actually die here, or use the only transgression talisman to return to the perfect world now.

But he has only been here for the past month or two, and his cultivation has not made much progress except for being more solid, and now it is still useless to go back, which makes him very unwilling.

Ye Fan trembled and took out all his things, there were golden Taoist scriptures, Yuantian books, but unfortunately they were useless.

The Emperor seemed to have noticed something, and walked over with his feet raised.

With this movement, it seemed that the entire sacred mountain was trembling, the heavens and the earth were about to collapse, and Shi Zhong seemed to see the terrifying picture of the sun and the moon losing color and the galaxy pouring down.

As soon as the figure approached, the power of the years became even stronger, the wheel of life in Ye Fan's body was almost broken, his feet were weak, and Shi Zhong struggled to hold him before he fell.

Shi Zhong's own situation is also extremely bad, his internal organs have turned gray, and his heart will only beat in four or five seconds, this desolate slave has been here for thousands of years, and the power of time on his body is too strong, and he almost killed them before he got close.

His body cracked, and his bones rattled as if they were about to break.

At this time, the green lotus in the only cave of Shi Zhong actually appeared beside Shi Zhong on its own, shaking gently, shaking out a chaotic mist, and at the same time, in Ye Fan's falling into the sea, the little green lotus rooted in the bronze piece also resonated, blooming with a clear glow.

The chaotic mist and the clear light echoed each other, and a mysterious energy flowed out and swung out in all directions.

The Emperor Lord Desolate Slave suddenly stopped, his face showed jealousy, a translucent ancient jade appeared in his hand, gently placed it on the ground, glanced at the two of them, and jumped into the abyss.

The rest of the desolate slaves also disappeared, Ye Fan's mind was no longer clear, his eyelids drooped weakly, and his breath of life was extremely weak.

Shi Zhong hurriedly dragged him into the spring water, and his fist, which could have smashed the mountain, dragged a person of more than a hundred catties at this moment felt extremely laborious, and every step seemed to be moving forward with the mountain on his back.

Fortunately, Ye Fan was not really unconscious, he was still trying his best to maintain the last trace of consciousness on the Lingtai, mobilizing the strength of his whole body to lift his feet with difficulty.

The two of them crossed the last distance step by step, and when they arrived next to Lingquan, Shi Zhong felt that it was black and white in front of him, and he didn't care about anything, and fell down with a pop.

He suddenly felt cool, and the infinite vitality penetrated into his body frantically through the pores, making his body plump up again, and his internal organs were also rejuvenated.

Gradually, he felt no longer so tired, and his spirit and spirit recovered under the replenishment of the divine spring, Shi Zhong stood up from the spring and found that Ye Fan was still in a coma, but he was already improving.

He had already received a knife from the Great Dao, and it was not easy to persist to this step, Shi Zhong felt that if he was a few minutes behind, Emperor Ye Tian might be cold here.

But after thinking about it, this is the territory of the ruthless emperor, and the ruthless emperor thinks that Ye Fan is the reincarnation of his brother, and he should not let him really die here.

Just as he was thinking about it, the punch-in system finally came with a prompt sound that the task was completed.

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