Chapter 586

No matter how great your divine powers are, once hit, you will be exiled forever.

"No, Little Ye Zi!"

Ji Ziyue screamed, tears falling and dripping onto her purple clothes.

"Ye Zi!" Pang Bo also roared.

"Little Ye Zi, how could this happen!"

Li Heishui, Wu Zhongtian, and the others also shouted,

looking at the void, glaring at Wang Teng, heartbroken.

"Haha..."

Wang Chengkun laughed, incredibly satisfied,

the Northern Emperor's might was unstoppable, and he was incredibly happy.

Everyone else lost color. The Northern Emperor, relying solely on this technique left behind by the Luan Gu Great Emperor,

what expert couldn't he deal with?

Even living fossils could be exiled!

This kind of world-covering secret technique was almost unsolvable,

it was a secret technique researched by the ancient Great Emperor with his life's blood,

it was invincible, famous for the weak defeating the strong!

"The Northern Emperor lives up to his reputation. With just a small display of his skills, he has such might. Who in the world today can stop him?"

"Truly heaven-defying talent. At this age, he already looks down on the world, making older generation figures helpless. He is worthy of being called an ancient emperor reincarnated!"

"A genius of a generation, he has indeed stepped over the corpse of the Saint Body, walking on a blood-stained road. He will definitely attain the Dao in the future!"

Many people stepped forward, and those with good relations with the Wang family kept flattering and praising him.

In fact, everyone else also defaulted to this,

such a Northern Emperor was indeed difficult to resist,

even a great bandit in the distance frowned, full of dread.

In the boundless chaos, it was eternal darkness and coldness,

as if there was no end, Ye Fan drifted constantly,

unable to feel the passage of time, as if millions of years had passed,

or as if it were an eternal instant. He pondered the way back.

Silence, coldness, darkness, not a glimmer of hope,

he sat alone on the bronze ancient coffin, drifting in one direction forever.

He seemed lost in an ancient universe,

always unable to find the way back, sitting withered on the bronze coffin,

he pondered deeply, asking his own heart to locate the way back.

"The path I have walked, the Dao I have experienced, the rules I have felt..."

He whispered in his heart, deducing constantly, and gradually calmed down.

Finally, he asked the Dao and asked his heart, the trajectory of the Dao lingering on his body,

the origin of his heart shining brilliantly,

ringing together, playing the sound of the Dao in the eternal darkness.

His whole body was crystal clear, a bright lamp rising in his heart, flickering,

pointing in one direction. Ye Fan broke through the small dimensional space and began a long journey.

There was no end, breaking through one void place after another, always unable to find the way back.

However, he did not give up,

sitting cross-legged on the small bronze coffin,

silently reciting an ancient scripture,

only a few hundred words, yet as profound as a heavenly book,

unfathomable.

It was precisely the scripture from the bronze ancient coffin,

which he had been studying all these years, always unable to comprehend,

seemingly not a cultivation method, fundamentally unable to be understood, yet capable of calming the mind.

One word after another flew out, branded in his heart, like a trickling stream, very gentle,

nourishing his spirit, replenishing his physical essence.

Clearing the heart, clearing the self, clearing the Dao, the lamp in his heart shone brighter,

falling into a wonderful state of Dao-self unity, guiding him forward,

this was the true self merging with the Dao, which could not be achieved on ordinary days.

But at this moment he had done it. It must be said that Ye Fan was very talented in the path of cultivation,

from his ten years of tempering to his current strength, it could explain everything.

The lamp in his heart shone long, the true self was the Dao, guiding the way back,

breaking through the fog, traveling through endless void places, and stepping on the way back.

"I already said, what does the Saint Body count for? How can he compare to our clan's Teng'er."

The Wang family members laughed.

Wang Chengkun was full of pride, having a son like this,

he was naturally proud, standing in front of the golden ancient chariot,

looking at Ye Fan's old friends, full of contempt.

"The Saint Body is no good, far inferior to my son!"

"Boom"

As soon as his words fell, the void shattered, and a bronze coffin rushed out,

hitting him right on the back, and on the spot, half of his body became mud.

"Little Ye Zi!" The tearful Ji Ziyue screamed, opening her beautiful eyes wide.

"Ye Zi!" The others also exclaimed.

"Boom"

At this moment, the black gourd in Ye Fan's brow jumped,

divine fire poured out, drowning the golden ancient war chariot.

"Ah..."

Wang Teng's uncle, Wang Chengyun, bore the brunt,

becoming a human torch on the spot.

The Northern Emperor also screamed, half of his body ignited, roaring miserably.

The fire was like a sea, everywhere, as if it had ignited the world, unable to see anything else,

only nine-colored mist threads lingering.

It was incredibly scorching; from far away, many palaces cast from fine gold melted.

Even many experts among the Wang family members died.

Finally,

Wang Teng finally couldn't hold on anymore, most of his physical body became charcoal,

without a trace of life,

he couldn't truly block this kind of fire, and destruction was only a matter of time.

"Teng'er!"

The Wang family members screamed, no longer having a trace of arrogance,

they were all pale,

after all, if the Northern Emperor Wang Teng died,

the great cause planned by the family would all become empty.

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