Journey To the West: Help Styx Strengthen the Abi Sword at the Start

Even the life-saving thing he had given Ye Fei and Bai Mixian could not stop Yu Bo of that sword.

The land is full of holes, and the southern part of the continent is almost turned into a Jedi.

A huge black shadow galloped across the sky, and when he saw Ye Fan, it fell.

"Meet your Lord!"

Long Xiao looked excited. In the vast world he created, many creatures had been accommodated. After the collapse of the world, he and Nu Wa and others were constantly helping the people, water and fire, and preventing the planet from falling in the sky and the earth.

But even so, still half of the creatures died in an instant.

No way, that sword is really terrifying, if they weren't in the heavens, the power of that sword would be enough to kill them all completely.

Ye Fan looked at the bald Long Xiao who had lost his body, and was silent for a while, then took out a pill and asked him to take it, and said: "You can save as much as you can, and the rest will be saved. Give me!"

"Yes!"

Long Xiao took a heavy breath of breath, then turned to look at the dragon corpse floating on the waves, and asked: "My lord, can they be resurrected?"

Ye Fan nodded: "As long as the immortal imprint is still there, it can be resurrected, but I will find out when I observe it!"

He had to know how much loss Tiandao had suffered, after all, the sword that pierced the sky had already hurt the rules of Tiandao.

Moreover, the nascent magic path controlled by the sky is also part of the prehistoric. If Tongtian completely annihilates this part, the power of the prehistoric will be greatly reduced.

And if that sword happened to destroy the part of the imprint of the common people recorded by the Heavenly Dao, the person who died would be completely dead.

Long Xiao's heart gradually lifted up again, and it seemed that the superior was also uncertain.

If so, isn't there a saint in the prehistoric?

Only Kong Xuan and Taoism are left in Buddhism. There are Zhao Gongming and Tongtian. In addition, Bodhi is also one, and there are him, Nuwa, Moyuan, Shenni, Fengdu, and Houtu.

There are more than twenty saints, and nine are left. This is a huge loss.

Don't talk about the demon gods too empty now, just a few of the demon gods of chaos from the past will be able to overthrow the prey.

In the void, Hongjun, Heavenly Dao, and Ling Lan were constantly repairing Heavenly Realm.

The power of the Heavenly Dao is consumed crazily like flowing water, and its figure is slowly diminishing. If this continues, the power will eventually be exhausted, and the primordial energy will be exhausted. The consequence is that no saints will be born in the Three Realms. .

bass!

Ye Fan's figure flashed and appeared in Cast Holy Heaven.

Casting the Holy Heaven, as the first heaven in the celestial realm, was the one that received the most damage.

Except for the huge cast temple, the cast holy heaven is completely gone, and the energy is scattered across the prehistoric places, becoming energy bodies that destroy the human world.

And after Cast Shengtian received the attack, Cast Shengtian immediately made a self-protection mechanism, and directly received all the creatures of Cast Shengtian inside, and even the people who had just ascended were protected.

At this moment, from the first floor to the fourth floor of the Casting Temple, there are almost all human shadows. Some people only saw a ray of light rushing into the sky, and then the space they were in turned into the Casting Temple in a blink of an eye.

"Your Excellency, you are back!" Bodhi looked eager. Before he could open his mouth, Ye Fan said: "Now, let me go to the heaven!"

"Yes!"

The heavens, up to the 33rd level, down to the first level, were so severely damaged that they were beyond description.

Moreover, Nu Wa's figure has never stopped, and her clone is spread all over the heaven.

Fire fighters, water blockers, star catchers, and those who are floating in the air.

God rebels with four heads and eight arms, turned into a huge body, with his hands supporting the sky, his feet stepping on the wild, holding the sun that has been cracked and flowing, the hot sun's real fire dripped over his chest, making his expression distorted and constantly falling. Breathe in the air conditioner.

Even the power of his body can't block the origin of the real fire of the sun.

Seeing this, Ye Fan knew that the Eastern Emperor Taiyi must have fallen. After all, the main body of Eastern Emperor Taiyi is a big sun golden crow. The Sun Star is his palace and is very closely connected with him. Now the sun collapses, then It means that the East Emperor Taiyi is gone.

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He turned to look at the emptiness of thirty-three days.

The Zixiao Palace was hanging crookedly, with cracks all over it, from time to time there was a tremor of earthquakes, and a messy chime sounded.

"Sir!"

Heaven saw that Ye Fan was here, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable expressions. Although he didn't know what sorrow was, he also knew that the way Honghuang is now, I am afraid that it will be backtracked by how many Yuanhui.

Everything I did before was in vain.

Ling Lan stood aside and did not speak. On her shoulder, Ying Zheng looked at Ye Fan in shock and said, "You are that person!"

The appearance of Ye Fan now is no different from that sloppy Taoist, except that he is cleanly dressed and has no beard on his face.

"Sound silence!" Ling Lan glanced at him, and Ying Zheng also realized that it is not when he is speaking now, so many bigwigs are here, and there is no place for him to speak as an emperor.

Huh!

Great Immortal Yang Mei appeared in the prehistoric once again, he nodded at Ye Fan, and then looked at Hongjun.

"Well, what are you going to do with Tongtian?"

He had previously received Tongtian in the treasure box and gifted it to Hongjun.

"Let's talk about it later, now the urgent task is to restore the prehistoric state first!"

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he turned to look at Buddhism. He stretched out his hand, and a very badly injured peacock appeared in his hand.

Its wings are all cut off, and its wings have long since disappeared.

Divine Soul is also very seriously damaged, if he is not treated in time, I am afraid his strength will plummet.

"Kong Xuan is too unlucky, misfortune comes from the sky!"

Daxian Yang Mei shook his head helplessly, and then handed a verdant willow leaf to Ye Fan.

Under the power of Hongmeng, the willow leaves skyrocketed instantly and wrapped Kong Xuan.

He then looked at the Buddhaland. I am afraid that no one can survive in the Buddhaland.

As for Xiniu Hezhou, it is even more like a **** on earth, with several blood-red figures constantly shuttled, healing the creatures who can still breathe.

"The blood of the ancestors of the river?"

Ye Fan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the existence in the sea of ​​blood would still be active in the world.

"Really..." Hongjun looked at this scene and shook his head. In the sea of ​​blood, Rakshasa, Yasha, Ashura, etc. are all evil beings. They cannot practice without blood, and they naturally kill countless lives.