Chapter 382

Da Luo Dongtian.

Square mountain, Ye Fan looked stunned.

"Did you just run away?"

They are also the people who have practiced jiuzhuan Xuangong to the fifth level. Although you can't fight jiuying evil thoughts, if they cooperate and flexibly use the magic powers recorded in jiuzhuan Xuangong, they can also compete with it for a while.

"However, the king of the state of Chen is a talent. Moreover, he can't find the way. Isn't this the person needed by Dalao Dongtian?"

Ye Fan looked at the broken palace of the state of Chen. The king's eyes were dull, and nothing could attract his attention.

He sat on the steps below the collapsed throne, and his figure was a little lonely.

He looked at the huge hole in the sky. Through the hole, he could see that the whole sky over Jingcheng had been completely surrounded by demon clouds.

The king smiled and looked at his robe wrapped with golden dragons. Finally, he didn't know where the strength came from.

He stood up, took off his royal robe and put it on the gold chair in the Luan hall, which was smashed by bricks and stones. Then he turned and walked outside the hall.

Ye Fan takes back his eyes.

"Yes, you can afford it and put it down. You can endure it for a hundred years and enjoy prosperity. At the moment, you are also experiencing depression!"

He smiled. Since he saw it, how could he let this person leave like this.

Moreover, he doesn't believe that the other party is acting with the desire for longevity for hundreds of years, which is more like a vent for longevity.

He looked at the king who began to burn his last vitality, stretched out his hand, and suddenly a door appeared in the palace of the state of Chen.

In the king's stunned eyes, the door hung in the air and shrouded him directly.

His subsequent thought was to let him feel what chance was before he died?

Shua!

On the square, the portal disappeared.

Ye Fan has one more person in front of him.

The king sat on the ground and looked around at the amazing scenery he had never seen in 700 years.

The huge trees rising from the ground are straight into the sky, even as tall as mountains.

He looked at the ground, bright and incomparably magnificent.

In the mist, he even felt that his injury was getting better quickly.

However, the man in front of him was hidden in the fog and could not see clearly.

The king was now wearing a white lining and slightly fat. He tried his best to get up and took two steps to see the man opposite.

Although this man looks sloppy, he feels extremely easygoing. His ragged Taoist robe will always attract his attention.

"Why, I don't want my own imperial robe. Would you like to try my Taoist robe?"

Ye Fan's sudden voice startled the king. He calmed down, arched his hands towards Ye Fan and asked:

"Taoist priest, where am I now? Did you save me?"

Although he felt like he was dreaming, he still felt that he should have the etiquette of the king.

"Well, good!"

Ye Fan nodded: "this is Dalao cave."

Whoosh!

A small figure appeared on the square from the Yimu secret place. He was carrying the water and kept his feet off the ground.

"Master, those birds in the Yimu secret land don't play with me. Ah, there's one more person!"

The child stopped in the square and looked at the king in surprise. When he shook his head, the little red flower on his head trembled.

Ye Fan looked at the little doll: "leaf, how did you come out? You must have bullied the animals there!"

At a glance, he saw the black bird whose hair was plucked by the leaves wailing.

"Hey, hey!" the leaf righted the little Safflower on his head and said, "Sir, you're busy. I have something else to do. I'll go first!"

After that, the waves set off at his feet and took him away from here.

"This!" the king looked at the scene and looked surprised.

"Am I in Wonderland?"

He trembled slightly and tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart. Although he had experienced those things and had accepted the practice for a long time, now he couldn't restrain the thought that once made him palpitate when he came to this practice sect.

Ye Fan said in a deep voice, "it's not a fairyland, but this is really the cultivation world. This is the Da Luo cave!"

"King of the state of Chen, Chen Changsheng pays a visit to the fairy!"

The king worshipped deeply again.

"Chen Changsheng? This name is related to the cultivation world!"

He was surprised that the king of a country had such a name.

"I......" Chen Changsheng suddenly paused. He sipped his mouth and changed his voice: "it is said that I was weak when I was just born, so my father named me."

"I just didn't expect to live forever!" he said with some emotion.

After living more than 700 spring and autumn, can it not be regarded as longevity?

"Well!" Ye Fan nodded, "more than 700 years is really a long time for people, but for practitioners, 700 years, closed door cultivation, refining tools and medicine, which doesn't take decades and centuries!"

"Since your name is Chen Changsheng, you must have thought about real longevity?"

Ye Fan's eyes are full of Chen Changsheng's past.

Only since he was 30 years old, there have been nine baby evil thoughts around him, which have been followed for hundreds of years.

"Yes, who hasn't thought about it, but I wasn't sure whether there were immortals in the world at that time, but I believed it after the demon appeared!"

Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly: "unexpectedly, the demon stole the national fortune of the whole state of Chen! The capital of the country, millions of people, may have died?"

His face was full of remorse. As the Lord of the country, he did not protect his subjects.

As a father and a son, he failed to protect his family.

He turned and looked at Ye Fan: "Taoist priest, there must be a reason why you saved me here?"

There is no reason to save people. Everything has a reason. This is what he knew when he was not a king.

He looked at the untidy Taoist in front of him with a look of inquiry.

The Taoist waved his robe, dispersed the fog around him, and said, "well, I saved you because I think you are quite suitable for the purpose of the sect of Dalao Dongtian."

Chen Changsheng asked, "purpose?"

Ye Fanyang said, "yes, the purpose of Da Luo Dongtian is to let waste soar to the sky!"

“……”

Chen Changsheng opened his mouth and said, "well, I'm really a waste!"

His thoughts returned to the state of Chen. He thought of those ministers who were like walking corpses, and his face felt guilty.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "no, you are an excellent waste!"

Chen Changsheng smiled bitterly: "how can I fly to the sky with my disabled body?"

Ye Fan said directly, "wait, wait for the guy who appears in your palace to come back and let him take you as an apprentice, you can fly to the sky!"

Chen Changsheng was stunned: "it's not Taoist priest. Are you my teacher?"

"Of course not!"

"Oh!"

Somehow, Ye Fan was slightly relieved to see this guy.