Chapter 1795: Great World Withering 0

With snot and tears, he told about the past of these years. For him, this was a dark history, trapped on the road to immortality, and completely isolated from this world.

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

"It's a pity that it's not the road to immortality in this life, but the road millions of years ago. My mother-in-law dug through the ancient road and broke through the chaos. We fell into the inexplicable chaos of the gods."

Talking about the old woman, Tu Fei felt sad for a while. The elder who was in the same age as the old lunatic did not resist the Time Sword, and had already passed away, but he taught Tu Fei too many things.

Originally they were just digging up the ruins to obtain the northern fairy light, but they were sealed off in the fairy road, which is amazing.

"You have become the quasi-emperor, you are really against the sky." Li Heishui sighed, because according to Tu Fei's qualifications, it is impossible to reach this step.

Ye Fan saw it more clearly than Li Heishui. Tu Fei had completed a transformation like a reborn body, and his aptitude was completely different. It was not too early to become a quasi-emperor at the age of four thousand, but his foundation was extremely solid.

"It's because of Nirvana Heaven's Art. Unfortunately, my mother-in-law didn't succeed, but I was Nirvana, died once, and then reborn again." Tu Fei told everything without hiding anything.

When Tu Fei came back and entered the Heavenly Court, he couldn't help but sigh when he learned what had happened for so many years. The dark turmoil and the post-golden era made people feel emotional.

In particular, Ye Fan became the emperor, which shocked him, and then he was relieved, after all, he was also the quasi-emperor.

"The years have passed like this, and we have achieved such achievements." Tu Fei sighed softly, and then tears welled up in his eyes, after all, many people would never see him again.

Three of the five little bandits have died. Liu Kou, Wu Zhongtian, and Jiang Huairen will never be seen again. Some of them died when the ancient tribes and killer gods rebelled, and some died in the dark and turbulent era.

"Ahhh..." Tu Fei cried loudly, time was rushing, nearly four thousand years passed in a blink of an eye, and it was a farewell, and he would never see those friends again.

Li Heishui and Ye Fan were also sad. I patted him on the shoulder, not knowing what to say.

The Black Emperor almost dropped his head to the ground, it was the one who lost Tu Fei and returned after so many years. But this really can't be blamed on it. The situation was critical back then, and everyone was trapped in the undead mountain. The Headless Horseman is born. It has no choice, it can only use the chessboard pattern as an experiment to send people away, life-saving comes first, accuracy comes second.

"Where is my grandfather, he..." Tu Fei trembled.

"The old man is still there, talking about it all the time, waiting for you to come back."

Not long after, Tu Tian was picked up, he was really old. Already entered old age.

In fact, if Ye Fan didn't use his blood to continue his life, he would have died for many years.

"Grandpa!" Tu Fei yelled, tears streaming down his face.

"Xiao Fei, you... finally came back to see grandpa." The old man's eyes were clouded with tears, trembling. Holding Tu Fei's hand, even his lips were trembling.

He cried, he had lived such a great age, and he had achieved great fame, but in the end he just waited for his grandson to return, and he couldn't let it go, feeling miserable in his heart.

"Grandpa, you have a long life. I am back, and I will never be separated again. I will honor you well." Tu Fei cried loudly.

He already knew that there were only one or two of the thirteen bandits who were famous in the Eastern Wilderness in the past. Either died in the dark turmoil, or died of old age.

This made him very sad. The reason why his grandfather Tu Tian survived was because he was obsessed with him, he couldn't let him go, and he hoped to see him.

"Grandpa is very satisfied to be able to see you. Even if he dies, he will have no regrets." Tu Tian was gray-haired, his eyes were blank, and tears were streaming down his face.

"Grandpa, you can't die, I want to honor you well." Tu Fei shouted.

"Stupid child, how can people not die? Thousands of years have passed in a hurry, and a new generation replaces the old. This world belongs to you. People like us will die and disappear slowly." Tu Tian seemed to be comforting, but also seemed to be emotional.

"I can't bear you, I don't want grandpa to die!" Tu Fei burst into tears.

Ye Fan wanted to refine Godless blood to continue Tu Tian's life and keep him alive.

"No need, thank you Xiaoye. Over the years, I have felt guilty. If I didn't want to see Tu Fei, I would never let you waste a drop of blood." Tu Tian refused.

Everyone persuaded.

But he insisted on shaking his head, and said: "How can I do that, the so-called life extension of the holy blood is consuming Xiaoye's own life, it is the source of life, and it cannot be wasted on me."

"It's okay, there are medicine kings in heaven, so that the elderly can live on." Ye Fan said, seeing his grandparents parting with each other, he felt uncomfortable.

"I have already waited for my grandson, so I have no regrets. I am satisfied. I can go to accompany those old buddies. We are reunited underground. I really miss my old buddies." Tu Tian said in a daze.

He was in a trance, and said: "When the golden age finally comes to an end, the heroes wither, and the years are like knives, then you will need the King of Medicine more than I do. I have already seen that a sad world is coming, and it is more useful to leave the magic medicine to you children."

Everyone was shocked, and then sighed.

Half a year later, Tu Tian passed away, and Tu Fei accompanied him through the last part of his life. The old man left satisfied, without any regrets.

Time is like water, rushing away and never returning.

Another thousand years have passed, and Ye Fan is already more than five thousand years old, and his blood is getting more and more vigorous. When others reach this age, it marks that they will start to step down from the peak of life and go towards old age.

But he has only just started, he is the holy body, he can live for 10,000 years, and now he has become the emperor of heaven, it is hard to say how long he can live.

But time is ruthless and cannot take away his youth, but it is harvesting the lives of the older generation.

During this period, Lao Dao, the grandson of killing San Qiro, sat down and his life came to an end. Not long after, bad news came from Beidou. The Chilong Taoist who had been kind to Ye Fan died. So far, all the thirteen bandits have passed away. Afterwards, the Peacock King and the Crow Taoist also passed away.

The 5,000-year-old Ye Fan is invincible in the world, and he can no longer find an opponent. No one dares to fight him, but he has great compassion in his heart.

People who were kind to him passed away one after another, which made him feel uncomfortable, but there was no real solution. He wanted to continue the lives of those people, but they were all rejected.

Holy blood is like a miracle medicine, especially when it becomes the holy body of the emperor, its blood is even more precious, but as those who rejected him said, blood is his life, and to continue life for others will more or less consume part of his lifespan.

When the elder passed away, he would rather die than let him consume himself.

Qilin medicine, flat peaches, etc. have all matured once, and are picked and preserved. The older generation did not take it, and it should be left to the next generation such as Ye Fan, Hou Zi, Ye Tong, Yang Xi, Xiao Song, because when the golden age ends, they will eventually go to their old age and will definitely use it.

Although Ye Fan is invincible for nine days and ten places, he is powerless. He is exploring the way of longevity. But those people can't afford to wait.

In five thousand years, it was rare for him to meet a rival, but he had nothing to do with the years, and he couldn't bring back the youth and lives of those people.

Sometimes, Ye Fan would look up at the starry sky alone, and often he would not move for a whole night, and his relatives and old friends would sit down one by one, which made him sad and lonely. His wife and daughter are gone. No matter how difficult it is to meet each other in this life, although he stands at the pinnacle of humanity, it is difficult to change anything. In a few thousand years, will the same generation all die? At that time, he will be even more lonely.

From the earliest Uncle Jiang and Zhang Wuye to the later Shengfo, Gu Tianshu and Qi Luo. Then came the human devil, the old lunatic, then Tu Tian, ​​and now the Chilong Taoist, etc., passed away one by one. If this continues, how can we accept this kind of sadness?

in the years that followed. A large number of heavenly soldiers began to age, and some heavenly soldiers began to die. A generation of heavenly people began to age and were about to pass away.

Time flies, Ye Fan is six thousand years old. Unrivaled martial arts are more powerful than before, not to mention having an enemy, it is very difficult to find someone who can take his move.

However, he was even more lonely.

Looking around, there are many more stone tablets in the heavenly court, heavenly soldiers and generals, a large number of them died and were buried in the heavenly garden, as well as some familiar old people who never came back.

The autumn wind was blowing, and the cold air hit the bones. Ye Fan stood in the cemetery, looking at the piles of tombstones, feeling very cold in his heart, and walked step by step, becoming more and more silent.

Now, the people in the Heavenly Court are all looking old.

So far, only Monkey, Ye Tong, Yang Xi, etc. are still as bloody as the sea, and they have reached the peak of their lives. They are around six thousand years old, which is their most glorious age.

Over the years, once they came out, no one could resist them, the heaven and the earth respected each other, and they were extremely brilliant!

However, if time continues to flow, like the sun at noon, they will eventually slant to the west and gradually move away from their heyday.

Except for them, the others have already gone downhill, like the setting sun, the heyday is gone.

In this year, Shan Huang, an important combat force in the Heavenly Court and a top master, came to the end of his life and sat in the undead mountain, while the other big monsters who escaped from the eighteenth level of hell with him and followed Ye Fan into the Heavenly Court had died for many years.

In the same year, after leaving the underworld, the half-human, half-ghost Gu Xinao's body disintegrated, and dust returned to dust, ending his muddled life.

Heavenly Court's peerless combat power began to die one after another, which meant that after Heavenly Court's glory reached its peak, it began to wither like everything in the world, and it could not escape this law, and it was lonely and ended.

Not only in Heaven, but in the whole world, all bloodlines are showing signs of aging, and the incomparably brilliant Golden World has developed to the extreme and began to decline.

People know that the great world is about to wither!

This kind of law of change is irresistible to anyone, and all things develop, and prosperity must decline, which is already doomed.

"King Biluo is dead!"

"The Pluto fights for hegemony in the golden age, but now the old wounds flare up and turn into dust."

"The Ascension King charged against the sky and died in pieces."

"The old disease of Brahma's battle body caused new injuries and became ashes of calamity."

"The celestial body is getting old, sit in the fossil room!"

...

News came one after another, one earth-shattering hero after another came to the end of this life, the world was in decline, and the so-called golden age was really about to wither.

There are more tombstones in the Heavenly Court. At a glance, the stone monuments are like a forest, and the edge cannot be seen. A whole generation of heavenly soldiers and generals have passed away. The wind blows the leaves, making this place look very desolate.

Ye Fan stood there without moving for a long time.

"Master, seal me!" A voice came from behind Ye Fan.

That was Xiaosong, he was in the most glorious era of his life, his youth was still there, he was still simple and innocent, the years had never left any marks on his face.

"I want to protect the Heavenly Court. When the master is no longer young, I will be born again. I don't want it to wither, but let the glory continue." Xiao Song said seriously.