Just as Ye Haoran portrayed the word "Qian" in the space of the martyr's house, this time Ye Haoran lost consciousness again, and his whole person's expression changed very much. It was as if he was not holding the pen, but as if it was controlling his right hand, or even the whole thing. Or, rather, it was controlled by the weird "Kun" character rune to be portrayed!

One stroke was drawn, the sky was silently discolored, two strokes were drawn, the earth rolled yellow dust up, in the air, around Ye Haoran, as if something that could be seen but touched gradually emerged, dense, and spread directly to the edge of the East Boundary.

If you stand at a height of ten thousand feet and look down, you will find that the things that emerge are actually cyan stone cones, but when you stand in front of that thing, look carefully, you will find that the cyan stone cone is actually a number of high or low, I don't know how many times smaller the cyan peaks, such a dense number, as if the world's peaks are gathered together, it seems to be very small, but it gives people an incomparably majestic and strong sense of vastness. If you look at it a few more times, you will have an extremely inferior complex, as if you have seen an insurmountable mountain, you can only look away, and then you will helplessly bow your head.

For this reason, Fakong, who had been closing his eyes and silently chanting the scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his head and inhaled the cold air heavily, as if the inexplicable aura emanating from the top of his head made him lose the courage to look up. And Ye Feng, who was guarding the side, also lowered his head in fear and prostrate on the ground. Bai Yu, who had been concentrating on studying his formation, also stopped his movements, and fell to the ground in horror, wrapping his head tightly with his wings.

"Boy, what are you doing, do you want to scare you to death?"

Bai Yu's roaring voice was very loud, and it was not an exaggeration to even roar in the Donglai Realm, but Ye Haoran did not respond to his words, and under his face, the beard pen in his hand waved faster. Therefore, the number of green peaks is still increasing, and even various colors are emerging, constantly watering on those green peaks, making them look like real and vivid peaks, and just like people, each one is unique, even the divine power.

And because of this, Ye Haoran's green hair has been covered with as much as eighty percent of the silver and white color, until two days and two nights later, the moment Ye Haoran woke up, the beard pen in his hand was instantly withdrawn, and the "Kun" rune also instantly turned into a thin and thick breath, scattered to the countless mountain peaks. And at this moment, the whistling sound of countless mountain peaks instantly resounded in the Donglai Realm, as if they had life, using their upright posture to send out an unyielding roar to the heavens and the earth!

This also made the bodies of Fakong, Ye Feng, and Bai Yu instantly feel as if they were pressed by hundreds of millions of catties of gravity, and their entire bodies were directly embedded in the depths of the earth.

At the same time, the countless mountain peaks instantly turned into a thumb-sized light, and suddenly shot into Ye Haoran's forehead, and the immortal river phantom in his sea of consciousness rose and fell, as if they all had their own lives.

At this moment, Ye Haoran also felt that he had one more of his biggest hole cards, but he also found that his hair had all changed to silver and white, and he also felt that his lifespan had lost as much as half, that is, more, and now he had more than 7,000 years of life.

In this way, Ye Haoran was taken aback for an instant, but the next moment, he showed a resolute look on his face and said: "If you want to obtain amazing power, if you don't pay a big enough price, even if you get it, the power you have will only make people doubt! And the remaining seven thousand years of life may not really be my own in the end!"

Just when Ye Haoran sighed for her last sentence, under the heavy pressure of the mountain, Bai Yu crawled out of the soil covered in dust, and roared loudly at Ye Haoran: "Boy, what kind of evil art are you practicing? I almost crushed your uncle and me, if you dare to do this again, your uncle and I will give up, no matter what formation you don't have, before you die in the hands of the enemy, you will be killed first......!

Ye Haoran heard Bai Yu's almost hoarse roar, looked at it, and then looked at Ye Feng who crawled out of the ground, and couldn't help but show a hint of apology and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to remind you, and there won't be a next time!"

Hearing this, Bai Yu calmed down for a moment, and then saw Ye Haoran's silver-white hair clearly, for which it shrank its eyes, and then sighed secretly, then turned around and called Ye Feng to his side, helped himself, and got busy again.

Looking at the tacit cooperation of a tiger and a crane, Ye Haoran couldn't help but show a warm smile, and then when he saw Fakong who had been staring at him and frowning, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a killing intent flashed away. To be honest, Ye Haoran really wanted to kill this Fakong to prevent future troubles, but he didn't know why, he always felt that there was some very important secret existence in this Fakong, and it was precisely because of this that he didn't kill this person immediately.

Thinking of this, Ye Haoran withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to Fakong, but lowered his head and took out the phantom jade butterfly that was wrapped in the Burning Sky Flame and was still sleeping from his Xuanling Ring.

Then, Ye Haoran used some methods to take out the few saprophytic flowers that were wrapped in the limbs of the phantom jade butterfly, and held them in his hands.

Because of this, Ye Haoran felt a hot stinging sensation in his palm instantly, and there were also a few wisps of smoke emanating from his palm. However, after a long time, the saprophytic flower did not hurt Ye Haoran's roots, and Ye Haoran did not let go from beginning to end.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Haoran took the saprophytic flowers in front of him and looked at them, and it didn't take long for him to show a cold smile.

Time passed quietly, and finally ushered in the third year, which was already the second day of the third month of the lunar calendar, and it was less than five months before the final battle between Kyushu and the Holy Clan.

And in the evening of this day, a spatial vortex suddenly appeared in the cave under the cloud roof, and then Ye Haoran's figure walked out of it lightly, and at this time, Bai Yu was also standing on Ye Haoran's shoulder with a proud face, holding his crane head high.

When Ye Haoran found that there was nothing unusual around, he picked up the gravel under his feet and took out Donglai Zhu.

But at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave, blocking all Ye Haoran's retreat, and one of them also said with a dark smile: "Ye Haoran, for many years, the deity misses you very much, not only that, but I am also very satisfied with your current strength......!