"Insist on your own heart, it turns out that...this means..."

Ye Fan muttered to himself and couldn't help but smile.

Yu Yu and others did not know what Ye Fan was laughing at, worried that Ye Fan misunderstood, and explained quickly: "Ye Fan adults, we are not intentionally concealing.

It’s just that the location of Dajiao Village is very biased, and it’s a small village. There is such a corner, and most people, including me, don’t know. ”

Zi Ling said: "My father once said that this corner was after the Battle of Sambar, a big man gave us the ancestors.

At that time, the ancestors were still children, and both parents died in the war.

The ancestor was very weak, and the big man gave him this corner and would not be bullied by other children.

This corner has also become the inheritance of our family, and has been preserved by our family.

But this is already a matter of 10,000 years ago, and we are not sure about the big man, is it the deity of the Emperor?

Ye Fan nodded and reached for the box and gently licked the dark golden corner.

The magical horn of the imperial concubine, in fact, is not hidden in a mysterious and profound place, but it seems to be casually given to a Jiuli minority orphan who appeared after the war.

At first glance, it is ridiculous.

But think carefully, Ye Fan is very understandable.

Because only Chiu really treats these Jiuli people, there will be such many ancient clan and strong people, such as Kuafu and Shentian, who are willing to follow him in such a life and death without regret.

From the beginning, there was no gold grave in the corner of Chiyou.

The punishment day should have been known for a long time, and the praise may also be known.

This may be a bureau set up by Chiyou, or unintentional or intentional.

If he enters the small world and does not want to save these nine Li people, and does not allow women to bring together the remote villages, they will not know that this is the corner.

If you choose to go into the tomb in the golden tomb, regardless of these Jiuli people, then you will follow the dead Jiuli people and bury them in the chaotic void.

In the heart of Chiyou, I hope that the person who took his horn can cherish the life of the Jiuli people.

It’s strange to say that Chiyou’s history is indeed true and kills many people. It seems that there has been a very brutal experience.

These things, Ye Fan also learned from some of the tomb murals, Chiyou did not deliberately avoid.

However, it is such a cruel one who has cherished every weak life so much.

Although Ye Fan can think of some possibilities, for example, he is only young and prosperous, or has cultivated any problems, or later changed his evil spirits, etc., but the real reason is that Ye Fan is not sure.

The only certainty is that, now it seems that Ji Xuanzhen and Chiyou are not as simple as people’s legends.

They hide a lot, only they know, the secret behind the world.

"The old guys of the ancient times, there really is no fuel-efficient lamp..." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

I heard that there was a horn in the corner, hurriedly crowded the crowd and rushed over.

"Oh, it’s almost the same as the old man’s imagination! Let the old man see!"

Ye Fan directly opened the guy's hand. "I haven't looked carefully yet. You are in a hurry, wait for a safe place, then look slowly."

Speaking, and regardless of the eagerness of the monkeys, Ye Fan asked everyone to quickly stand up in batches.

A monk who can fly long distances, bring as many young children as possible, and walk with them.

Others, Ye Fan, directly manipulated tens of thousands of flying swords to form a suspended platform, allowing them to stand up.

Compared with using good water, the sword is much easier and the speed can be much faster.

"Ye Fan adults, where are we going? Shouldn't it be the land of Shenlong?" Yu Yu asked nervously.

Ye Fan smiled. "I used to give people a tribe and found a good place."

You are both Jiuli people, I will bring you together and take care of each other."

Ye Fan just wants to go and see how the people are resettled.

When the Jiuli people heard that they were their own people, they suddenly relaxed a lot.

Tens of thousands of flying swords, with more than 20,000 people vacated, flew in the direction of the Tianfutian, followed by more than 20,000 monks and nineteen monks, the whole team is vast.

Ye Fan looked back at the direction of the chaotic void, and I was quite sorry...

If there is time, he really wants to go back and see what the last tomb of the Golden Tomb hides.

Now it seems that it can only be regarded as an unsolved mystery, buried in the bottom of my heart...

However, this time and the war of the day, he benefited a lot, not only the soul of the sword, but also truly grasped the heart.

And for the future direction of cultivation, some combat skills have also got a deeper understanding.

"Goodbye, the predecessor..."

Ye Fan said in his heart.

......

Chaos in the void.

The golden tomb is like a huge metal ball, floating in the power of chaos.

Although this powerful metal can better resist the power of chaos, it is only a matter of time before it is completely swallowed up.

In the deepest part of the tomb, eighty statues have already stood back to their original positions.

After a long silence, the criminal day turned and walked to the last burial chamber.

The golden gate is slowly opening.

After the punishment day came inside, put a pair of cognac, put it on the ground, and then sit cross-legged.

In front of him, there is nothing in the empty tomb, only on the wall, leaving the last mural.

In the murals, there are a few young people who look quite young.

Under a towering tree, a strong young boy with a double-headed head is working with a sword-bearing teenager to learn martial arts. The two played hard, but their faces were full of bright smiles.

Next to a stone table, another younger man, holding a book, studied herbs and Dan furnace, seemed to be helpless to the companions of the two contestants.

Carefree and young, young and beautiful, on the wall.

After a quiet day, I watched the mural for a long time, and then I smiled.

"Oh... Great, that kid, he is gone... I was told you, he didn't come in.

You see that people are always so accurate, even after 10,000 years, it is still like this, and I lost again.

You said... the things left in this tomb are the most precious things for you.

In the past, I have never understood it until I saw this little dragon's kid, using your disintegration Dafa to display the imperial sword, I understand...

Race, blood, clan, in your eyes, is never a problem.

But the Great Emperor... Although the child is good, but the qualifications for cultivation, it is really difficult to say.

What can you do with Ji Xuanzhen? Can he really do it..."

In the tomb, accompanied by a long sigh, the body of the punishment day gradually dissipated...