In the 14,500 years of the Flood Wilderness, Emperor Haotian used all his power to prevent the fierce beast Ice Toad from reaching the lower realm, and in the end, he was not spared and fell in the Lingxiao Palace. ---- "Taishi Ji"

The Emperor of Heaven fell, and the nine heavens were bloody, and they were all red. The ghost cried wolf, as if the sky was crying. It's just that very few people know about the things in the Nine Heavens, and the soldiers who were able to save their lives under the means of the saints, whether they are immortals, humans, or witches, all think that this heavenly Dao induction is due to the collapse of the building wood.

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

The Nine Turns Golden Pill had always been in the other party's hands, and if he wanted to, he could take it himself the moment he killed the Ice Toad. But he didn't, but waited quietly, that is to say, after the other party found out about his situation, he had already made a choice at the first time: sacrifice.

Sacrifice, two words are easy to say, to put it mildly, but how difficult it is to really do it. Especially for a so-called nephew who has only met once. If they get along in a different position, Yang Fanhai knows that he will never do such a thing for the sake of Emperor Haotian.

The dead are dead, but what about the living?

Yang Fanhai's heart contracted violently, and suddenly he roared loudly, his voice hoarse, as if two files were rubbing fiercely, extremely ugly, extremely sad, and even more terrifying.

Emperor Haotian was worried that his mother would one day ask him about his son's whereabouts, but what about himself? If one day his mother asked himself, "Da Lang, what about your uncle?"

How should he answer? How should he answer? He was afraid, even frightened, and didn't know how he was going to face his mother.

That howl of pain seemed to affect the induction of heaven and earth, and a sea of thunder rushed in, as if surging waves, venting on Yang Fanhai's body to the fullest.

I don't know if it's because the Immortal King Tribulation is different, or because the Heavenly Emperor died, or because he killed too much, and the Heavenly Dao induction is too great, or if this place is different from other places. The power of the Heavenly Tribulation has become extremely powerful, and it is difficult to compare with the simple Heavenly Tribulations that Yang Fanhai himself once had, even the so-called most powerful Heavenly Tribulations by others.

The power is indescribable, as if it wants to destroy the Nine Heavens and even the entire world. The movement of fear was that Xu Fan was frightened, and he chose to avoid it at the first time, not daring to be involved.

Every Heavenly Tribulation was exhausted by the power of the Heavenly Dao, and Yang Fanhai's physical body could not absolutely resist it. Each bombardment left him severely injured, and his body was almost shattered. That kind of destruction from the power of the Heavenly Tribulation is difficult to recover even if it is devouring power.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Fanhai would definitely die, but at this moment, the medicinal effect of the Nine Turns Golden Pill was still there, no matter how many injuries he had, as long as there was still a trace of qi, he could recover in an instant.

A terrible cry of pain, one after another powerful heavenly tribulations, the Nine Heavens were in chaos, as if they were going back to before the opening of heaven and earth. The clouds were dispersed, and only the Lingxiao Hall was not damaged at all because of the prohibition of heaven and earth.

It seemed that countless epochs had passed, and Yang Fanhai felt that he had been slashed by the Heavenly Tribulation for countless epochs, and when he disappeared under the bombardment of the Heavenly Tribulation, he finally survived the countless yearning and feared Immortal King Tribulation.

The Nine Turns Golden Pill is an anti-heaven elixir, if it is said that Zu Hongjun is the supreme in the world, then it must be the existence of the supreme in the elixir. The medicinal effect is not only as simple as healing, this Heavenly Tribulation not only failed to harm Yang Fanhai, but allowed him to absorb the medicinal effect as much as he wanted.

At this moment, after the tribulation was completed, the strength of the true qi was close to the realm of the Great Perfection of the Immortal King, and even Gongsun Xuanyuan, who entered the realm of the Immortal King one step ahead of him, was not comparable to him.

The Immortal King is not the absolute strongest in the cultivation world, but he is relatively the strongest. In the case of Daozu Hongjun and the sage, there is no emperor in the world, as if it is an immortal existence.

Yang Fanhai had also expected this realm countless times before, but when he really reached it, he found that his heart was empty. The power is there, but what about the rest?

He was dazed, hesitant, and overwhelmed. Standing in the Lingxiao Palace, looking at the uncle on the Lingxiao throne who had lost the breath of life, suddenly, he felt that he was so small. Even if he is already in the same realm as the other party, there is an indescribable inferiority complex in his heart.

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

There are not countless immortal kings, but there are also a lot of them, and there is only one who can be called the emperor of heaven in this era. The man he called his uncle was not only powerful, but also his heart, a heart that dared to stand up to the saints, and a heart that dared to sacrifice for heaven and earth.

Looking ahead, he lost his mind and lost his soul, and he didn't know how long it was, until Xu Fan shouted a few times before he reacted.

"Xu Fan ......"

I don't know why, looking at Xu Fan in front of him, Yang Fanhai felt inexplicably uncomfortable, he felt that everything was so unreal, so unreal that he couldn't wait to be in a coma at this moment and never wake up.

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

Yang Fanhai was dazed for a while, and blurted out, "What about you?"

"I ...... Stay here, of course!"

Xu Fan put the hat of the cloak back on, and a shadow covered his face, making it difficult to see his facial features. Except for the Haotian Emperor, no one knew his name, only that he was called the Dark Sun King.

He is the shadow left in the darkness by the Emperor Haotian, and he has been doing things for the Emperor Haotian all his life that is inconvenient for him, so he is called the King of the Dark Sun, a king who hides in the dark.

That period of life in Kyushu was different for him, and for the first time, he came out of the darkness and went out into the sun to live with others. He would remember that life for the rest of his life, but only that.

"Come back to Kyushu with me!"

Yang Fanhai looked at Xu Fan and said, he doesn't have many friends in his life, and even fewer brothers.

"Impossible!" Xu Fan shook his head: "The Emperor's will, I want to guard the gate of the Demon Realm." I'll never leave again until I die......!"

After a pause, he turned around and whispered, "You're strong enough that you don't need my protection 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 war. ”

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

Walked away, died, Yang Fanhai was cold, and he sat in the Lingxiao Hall for an unknown amount of time, looking at the corpse of the Haotian Emperor on the Lingxiao throne, he finally stood up with a long sigh.

He bowed to the corpse on the throne of Ling Xiao and bowed nine times, his eyes moistened, and turned to leave.

After such an accident, it seems that nothing has happened outside the Lingxiao Palace, the white clouds are still there, the smoke is flying, the owner is no longer there, and there is still a fairy atmosphere here. In other words, in fact, no one has ever really been the master here, the Heavenly Palace is always there, and the Emperor of Heaven is ...... It's just a passerby.

Ask 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 had an inexplicable sense of awe for death. Perhaps in this world, people who think that they can run rampant when they reach a certain level of cultivation will die faster than some weak monks.

Fledgling, fearless, a hundred years of adventure, difficult to move an inch.

Yang Fanhai was suddenly afraid, he felt that there were too many people in this world who were secretly manipulating something, maybe what he thought was right was actually wrong, or rather, everything he was doing now was wrong. Just like Emperor Haotian said, the greatest sorrow of a soldier is that he has fought all his life, but he has not found the real enemy, or he is still used by the enemy.

Resignation...... This thought appeared in Yang Fanhai's heart, and then became stronger and stronger. He was tired of fighting, of war, of all the intrigues of this world.

The whereabouts of their parents are known, and there is no longer anyone who stands in the way of their freedom. Yang Fanhai wanted to leave, avoid the things of this world, and go to a quiet place to live his life.

With a heavy heart and a dazed heart, he walked out of the gate of heaven.

Outside the Heavenly Gate, there was an empty space, which made him suddenly startled, and then he thought that Tianlu Jianmu had fallen. The road to heaven is not there, and it is difficult to enter heaven from now on. The death of Emperor Haotian was concealed, and perhaps it would become a legend.

Thinking of this uncle who died in his place, Yang Fanhai felt an inexplicable heartache again. He spread his wings and slowly flew down from the sky.

I don't know if I have stayed in the Lingxiao Hall for too long, whether it is Kyushu or the Heavenly Realm, the centaurs have already dispersed.

The sky is high, indescribable, it took half a year to arrive when he came, even if Yang Fanhai had reached the realm of the Immortal King at this moment, it took nearly a month to see Kyushu again.

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

In this battle, the building tree was broken, the heavenly realm collapsed, and the strong people of the heavenly court left one by one, even though the Haotian Emperor did not come forward, but in the hearts of others, it should be that Kyushu won and the heavenly court lost.

Won...... But will you really get what you want?

Yang Fanhai suddenly wanted to see Gongsun Xuanyuan, and there were too many things he wanted to ask him. What exactly did he think about this war?

Just as he was about to speed up and overtake Zheng Cheng, he suddenly felt a sense of consciousness and felt a messy and powerful aura. Although the aura seemed to have subsided, it seemed that the injury was too light to be noticed.

It's him...... Yang Fanhai's heart moved, and he already knew who the owner of that breath was. After a moment's thought, he flapped his wings and flew over.

In the midst of the muddy and muddy rotten wood and grass, a man lay on the ground, looking at the sky, gasping heavily. The eyes are distracted, it is the Emperor of Donghua.