"I've heard for a long time that Donghuang Taiyi of the Yin Yang family is mysterious and extraordinary. When I saw him today, it turned out to be true!"

Ye Yuan led everyone to a dilapidated hall in Lishan Mountain. Although the hall was dilapidated and had broken walls and walls, if you look closely, you can still find the luxurious atmosphere of this hall.

Sitting on the gilded chair above the main hall, Donghuang, who was covered in black robes, remained silent. The robes on his body were clean and tidy, without any dust or dirt, which showed that his strength was extraordinary.

Despite being bombarded by artillery fire for days like this, it failed to injure him at all. He was worthy of being the big boss of the Yin Yang family.

Just strong!

Donghuang Taiyi, who was covered in black robes and had no face, suddenly sighed, waved his hand, and a golden magic circle rose up, randomly isolating everyone except Ye Yuan.

The magic circle is indestructible and also cuts off the transmission of sound.

The people who were isolated quickly used their internal energy to continuously bombard the formation. However, the defense of the golden light formation was unparalleled, and it only caused waves on the surface without any manifestation.

Ye Yuan waved his hand and signaled to the people outside the circle that it was okay, and then continued to look at the circle with interest, "Hiss, this is the long-lost Taoist... great formation of heaven and earth?"

After saying that, Ye Yuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Donghuang Taiyi: "Old guy, you have some skills!"

"Ahem...Ye...Brother Ye..."

boom!

A violent aura suddenly erupted from Ye Yuan's body, sweeping away dust from all directions. His long hair reached his crown, and his brows were filled with murderous intent!

"Can you say that again!"

Donghuang Taiyi slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Yuan, his voice was ancient and profound: "Brother Ye..."

"Han... Fei!" Ye Yuan's eyes were cold, the Dahuang Court was running wildly, and the dragon-elephant Prajna Kung was gathered all over his body. At this moment, Ye Yuan had already used ten of his powers, and he might explode like a volcano at any time, killing the person on the seat.

That person!

"It's me..." Donghuang Taiyi stood up slowly, his vast aura lingering, and carrying the mystery of fate, he walked towards Ye Yuan step by step.

Ye Yuan raised his hand, and the sword energy gathered crazily on the tip of his index finger, accumulating it without releasing it, pointing directly at the black-clothed Donghuang who was walking towards him step by step.

His eyes were full of solemnity. He had never thought that the East Emperor Taiyi of the Yin Yang Family was Han Fei...

After all, he saw Han Fei's dead body with his own eyes, and his soul had dissipated between heaven and earth and ceased to exist.

The soul that could not be restored with both hands actually appeared in Donghuang Taiyi at this moment. This was difficult for Ye Yuan to accept, and even more difficult to believe.

At this moment, if Donghuang Taiyi cannot prove it, then the only thing waiting for him is a fatal blow from Ye Yuan!

"I have forgotten how long it has been. In those years, I wandered in the long river of time to observe destiny and seek transcendence. However, this world does not allow that kind of existence. Despite all my efforts, I still only have despair.

But under the vast secrets, in addition to the fixed numbers, there are also odd numbers.

I died in despair and resurrected from despair. At that time, I didn't know why I was in tune with God's will and glimpsed a corner of the future.

Hope is in this era.

So I planned my spirit, scattered it into several paths, and threw it into the unexplored river of destiny, in order to seek survival in this life."

Ye Yuan didn't believe this nonsense.

After all, he is a plug-in that exists in the system. Even he cannot pry into the long river of destiny. He is just a Donghuang Taiyi. No matter how genius he is, how can he compare to himself?

What's more, tearing his own soul into pieces and dividing it into several souls...

I really think this is a world of cultivating immortals!

Ye Yuan no longer planned to listen any more. On his index finger, the sharpest sword energy gathered in time, transforming into a crystal long sword, intending to stab the man who was pretending to be a ghost in front of him.

"Hahahahaha, Brother Ye, I really envy you!" Faced with this sword, Donghuang Taiyi burst into a long laugh, which was extremely sad.

However, Ye Yuan seemed not to hear it and held out the sword with cold eyes.

The sword energy had not yet arrived, but the fierceness of the sword energy caused Donghuang Taiyi to cover his face, and the spell that made it impossible to see his face was completely broken.

Ye Yuan was distracted when he saw Donghuang Taiyi's face clearly, and the long sword with sword energy was hovering between his eyebrows!

"Han Fei!"

Ye Yuan exclaimed, his eyes full of disbelief.

It turned out to be really him!

How can this be?

Donghuang Taiyi, no, Han Fei had a smile on his face, it was the confident smile with everything in mind that Ye Yuan was most familiar with and the one that was easiest to be beaten.

"Brother Ye, you really don't have any brotherhood at all."

Ye Yuan put away the long sword transformed by sword energy, took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice: "What on earth is going on!"

Why did he not hesitate to bombard Lishan today and lead his people to attack the Yin and Yang family?

Wasn't it just because of his best friend who died under the Yin Yang family's six-soul terror curse?

But only later did he realize that the one he wanted to fight was actually his already deceased brother???

Han Fei's eyes were miserable. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he raised his head and glanced at the bright sky, he fell silent again.

The two stood next to each other, neither of them moving.

Suddenly, Han Fei's fingers twitched slightly, as if he felt something in the dark. His eyes suddenly became sharp. He immediately pinched the seal with his hand, gathered his golden inner strength, and then shouted loudly: "The power of heaven and earth! Get up!!!!"

The golden magic circle vibrated and continued to shrink, until finally only the place where Ye Yuan and two people stood was left.

Ye Yuan remained silent. It was impossible for him not to know the function of this first Taoist formation that had been lost for a long time.

According to legend, Xin, the last human emperor of the human race, was dissatisfied with the gods and demons enslaving all human beings and harvesting their faith, so he secretly gathered all the experts in the human race who were proficient in heaven and earth formations to create the first great formation developed in seven years of history!

Its function is as its name suggests, cutting off heaven and earth so that immortals in the sky cannot fish for luck in this world.

The price is that Chengtang's three thousand years of luck and the fate of the human emperor will be reduced to ashes.

At this moment, with the operation of this great array of heaven-and-earth powers, Han Fei's face was as golden as paper, and his magical powers, which were superior to those of heaven and man, were constantly being melted by heaven and earth.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brother Ye, the world is fake, it is fake! Kill..."

"puff!"

Before Han Fei could finish his words, something in the dark was enraged, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of rich blood. However, Han Fei refused to give up, and just when he was about to endure the pressure and continue to speak, the Heaven and Earth Formation suddenly shattered!

Ye Yuan's expression changed. As a heavenly being, he could sense the heart of heaven and earth. Just after Han Fei said those words, it seemed to him that the whole world was angry and he was not allowed to say anything.

If so!

Mountains, rivers, thousands of miles of land, and even all living beings are accusing him!

"The world is fake...then, kill? Who to kill???" At this moment, Ye Yuan's mind was filled with doubts one after another, as if he was under the pressure of thousands of mountains and he didn't know what to do.

Ye Yuan remembered what he said to himself, that all gifts had their prices marked in secret...

My own system, everything that happened during my time travel, and my lover...children...

Ye Yuan stood blankly, and the people who had been isolated by the golden light formation immediately stepped forward and surrounded Ye Yuan.

But at this moment, no one spoke, because everyone noticed that Ye Yuan's state was not right, his aura was constantly shaking, and he seemed to have inner demons!

And Donghuang Taiyi, who had already revealed Han Fei's appearance in front of Ye Yuan, still couldn't see his appearance clearly in the eyes of everyone!

With blood on his face, Han Fei couldn't help but wanted to struggle, but the providence of God prevented him from speaking.

Looking at Ye Yuan who fell into a daze, Han Fei smiled bitterly in his heart. After all, he could not tell the secret.

This world was created for him. The world is fake, the seven kingdoms are fake, and everyone is fake!

But these "dummy people" are constantly reincarnated, erasing their memories, and starting over again over and over again.

The world is stuck at this point in time, and the same story is repeated at this point.

Among them, the only one who really exists is Ye Yuan.

It can be said that the whole world is accompanying him in acting. Is this the favor of the world?

Maybe yes...

But behind this kind of love that mobilizes the power of the whole world, there is a boundless ghost wailing that cannot be free.

Only by killing all existence in this world and reducing the world to nothingness can we achieve transcendence!

At the same time, in a sacred and vast supreme space, the figure of the emperor who had just experienced a battle smiled softly and muttered indifferently:

"It's really... not good..."

Dressed in fiery red clothes, the compassionate woman like the mother of all living beings suddenly spoke:

"You have imprisoned them for ten epochs. It is normal for them to be resentful."

The emperor's figure reached out and touched the dark ball in his hand, and his voice sounded faintly: "If you don't insist on going to war with me, what can they do no matter how resentful they are?"

The pearl behind her slowly rotated, and a woman emitting divine light appeared and hummed: "Why don't you ask me to wait in to see him?"

The man paused and said, "I have been waiting for too long. At the last moment, I don't want problems to occur and affect the teacher's return..."

As he spoke, the man smiled with a smile in his eyes, and slightly tapped the dark ball with his fingertips. A layer of turmoil, to which the tyrannical will of the heaven and earth surrendered invaded it.

It's just a dead soul. Countless years have passed. No matter how many geniuses there are among them, what kind of waves can be made in front of him?

His hatred for those dead souls has not diminished at all in ten epochs!
To be continued...