Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Of course, this is all for the future, and it would be too worrying to think about it at this time.

Having become a demigod, Lin Fan sighed, looked at Qingyue, and said, "Until now, I don't feel that road building has really begun."

Qingyue said: "The demigod is the beginning?"

Lin Fan nodded, and said: "Whether it is an emperor or Linshen, it can only be regarded as the cornerstone, and the demigod is the starting point, and Yang Fan is the great way."

After finishing speaking, Lin Fan said: "You should also know that standing in this realm, the scenery you see is different."

Qingyue nodded.

Lin Fan said: "Moreover, this silent land is not simple at all, it is not as barren and barren as you and I imagined."

"|What do you mean?" Qingyue frowned.

Lin Fan said: "In this silent place, there are at least five demigods and some obscure auras. I'm not sure what state they are in."

"Let's go." Lin Fan stretched and smiled.

No matter what, a broken mirror is like a demigod. This is a great thing, and it is worth rejoicing.

You must know that in history, in many eras, countless outstanding people and arrogances have been stuck at this pass, unable to advance an inch for the rest of their lives, and wasting their lives just like that.

"The Biqingniao protoss." Qingyue frowned.

"Forget it." Lin Fan whispered: "The tribes and forces in the Silent Land have all participated in the heavenly war, even if they usually have battles, etc., but if we slaughter bloody, I am afraid that it will cause the entire Silent Land to resist .”

Qingyue nodded slightly, then smiled again: "Could it be that Husband is still afraid of them?"

Lin Fan stroked Qingyue's beautiful hair affectionately, and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of them, it's just"

Speaking of this, Lin Fan frowned: "I always feel that the gathering of so many forces or ethnic groups here seems to be specially arranged by someone. Although we don't know what the so-called sky war is, the era has not fallen. , There are still people alive, which in itself is not normal."

Qingyue's pupils shrink slightly.

Lin Fan said: "I always feel that this is some kind of backhand."

"Follower?" Qingyue shook her head: "These people are too weak. Even if there are demigods as my husband said, they are too insignificant for that level of struggle."

Lin Fan frowned.

This is what he can't figure out.

The tribes or forces that passed successively were too weak.

If it is really the backhand of some big shots, what can such a weak force do?

I'm afraid I don't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder.

But if it is said that these forces or tribes were not arranged by some big man, how could they survive in this place after the era fell?

According to some of Lin Fan's experiences, the so-called Heavenly War, which involves the battle of truth and falsehood, has never been merciful. It stands to reason that when the era ends, everyone will die.

"Complicated." Lin Fan suppressed his thoughts and moved forward.

The old Kui Niu came and turned into its own body, with an unknown height. Looking down at the Biqingniao clan, he said coldly: "Your clan is just like our clan. In ancient times, you were the leader of the pack and dared to fight in the sky, as their descendants; Have your own pride, don't do those things that forget your ancestors."

The patriarch of the Biqing Shenniao clan gave the old Kui Niu a cold look, sneered, and did not speak.

Old Kui Niu didn't say any more, he just advised the Biqingniao protoss to take care of themselves, and then carried Lin Fan and the two into the depths of the silent place.

Along this road, there are dozens of villages, and there are many famous tribes.

But they are all lonely. In one of the villages, the person with the highest cultivation level is only at the ninth level of body tempering.

This made Lin Fan sigh.

You know, they used to be the highest ethnic group or power, but they are about to disappear from everyone.

Standing in the sky above that clan, Lin Fan used his great supernatural powers to rewind the years. He could only see that the sky here suddenly split open, and a big hand flashing with thunder sent all the people of this clan to this place, and then left.

When the big thunderous hand left, a hazy light descended, piercing into a mass of blood light, and the blood light entered the eyebrows of the ancestor of this tribe, and it was no longer visible.

"crime."

Lin Fan gasped!

He was once engraved with the words of crime, and the blood of his crime was as high as the sky. He never thought that it would be the same here.

"The inexplicable law imprisoned their Dao and Dharma, and acted in this small world, alienating all Taos."

Lin Fan spoke out the root cause, and made it clear why this clan would be lonely and the reason why everyone would be lost. Even if this clan had the supreme scriptures, it would be useless. It is almost decayed under the ruthless years of erosion.

"Are you willing to leave this place?"

In the end, Lin Fan looked at the oldest member of the clan.

The old man was the cultivator of the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering. He was about to die. After hearing the words, his turbid old eyes burst into a terrifying light, but then dimmed again: "Why did we never want to leave this place? We have been glorious for several epochs, but we are far away No, those ancestors who found the way for the clansmen have not returned, and all the life cards have been cracked."

"It's fine if you want to leave." Lin Fan waved his hand, and he decided to move the whole family into his own small world. Anyway, it's not like he hasn't done this kind of thing before.

Moreover, Lin Fan is sure that there are tribes or forces living in this silent place.If it is changed to a big world suitable for cultivation, it will be terrifying, it will rise in a very short time, and the strong will blow out.

It's just because their ancestors are all the strongest, and they have the highest scriptures for cultivation, not to mention, there are still some ultimate weapons of ethnic groups or forces.

Gradually, more and more people knew that Lin Fan could lead people away from this silent place. Whenever Lin Fan passed by, they would ask Lin Fan to take them away.

Most of Lin Fan agreed, unless this ethnic group or force was relatively violent or bloodthirsty.

For half a month, the old Kui Niu carried Lin Fan and Qingyue, probably not less than a million miles.

This place of silence is so large that it seems to be boundless.

Even if Lin Fan's spiritual consciousness is released without reservation, it can't reach the edge.

Of course, it was also accompanied by various dangers. The incomplete smell of the god fruit caused the sky fire, which is still burning. Even with Lin Fan's current physical body, if he got a little closer, he would feel that his whole body was about to boil and burn.

There are also lakes of divine blood, releasing a destructive aura. The most frightening thing is that some kind of unnamed ominous spirit was born in these lakes of divine blood. Lin Fan was injured and his chest was torn when he fought with it. crack.

This road was not peaceful, and Lin Fan continued to move forward amid endless fights.

In the distance, I saw the spire behind the mountain.

It was pitch black, as if it could swallow all the light.

"This is the place."

Old Kui Niu said: "I can feel that the breath of the ancestors is inside."

"Is this the place where the gods are imprisoned?"

Lin Fan stopped, not daring to proceed recklessly.

It's just a tower, imprisoning the gods, no matter how careful and cautious it is, it can't be overstated.