"Why, don't you want to go back now?"

Ye Fan stared at each other with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"This is not a good time to go back!"

"Why?" Chi Gong wondered.

"The way of heaven has opened countless robberies. Now people are in danger in the famine. Even saints and quasi saints may fall!"

Chigong stared round and didn't know what to say for a moment

Shua!

As soon as his voice fell, the Red Palace saw Ye Fan's body burst into a palpitating breath.

After that, an aperture flashed around Ye Fan, and Shen Gongbao appeared beside him.

"Master, is this Shen Gongbao?"

The Red Palace stared at the man who suddenly appeared in the temple. He knew him!

At least he had stayed in the wilderness. As long as he had been to the gods who cast the temple, he almost had some images.

"Red Palace?" Shen Gongbao looked surprised. He didn't expect to see each other here.

No wonder we didn't see the nine disciples of the Venerable Master in the desolate cast temple. It turned out that they were all brought here.

"I've seen Taoist friends!"

The Red Palace saluted and said to Ye Fan, "master, do you know how many tianzuns there are in today's world?"

"100000, this is incredible!"

Chigong seems to have found a chance to speak. In front of Ye Fan, he starts talking about the changes of the strong on the vast continent.

Ye Fan glanced at the strong on the first to fourth floors of the cast temple, and almost all of them came in to focus on their own strength improvement. In addition to the systematic prompt sound, there were almost few other sounds.

While observing, he said to you: "you should know that the vast world is different from the flood famine. The flood famine is suppressed by several saints above, and resources are absorbed by them, which leads to the generation of quantitative robbery!"

"However, this situation hardly exists in the vast world!"

Ye Fan thought that the nine domains alone could make countless chaotic saints stand on their feet.

The most important thing is that there are more creatures in the underworld than in the Yang world.

But now there is no saint level existence. Ye Fan is looking forward to what will happen when the first saint level existence appears in his own world!

Shen Gongbao, who was standing on the side, began to be silly.

He was shocked.

"Are these people quasi holy?"

He looked at the dense creatures, regardless of their appearance and race, their actual strength was quasi saint, and tens of thousands of gifted Tao and divine families, their actual strength reached the degree of quasi Saint perfection.

If these guys break through saints, how many saints do they have in the world?

Shen Gongbao suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

To compete with so many quasi saints for the position of a saint, he may die!

"More? No, not much!"

Ye Fan smiled. In his world, only when all people reach the realm of saints in the wilderness can they soar to the nine domains. If these people are divided into one point by the nine domains, on average, there are only more than 10000 people in each domain!

How is it that there are more than 10000 saints and no one else?

You should know that a domain is a world, a world of 10000 saints, not many!

Moreover, the ceiling of practice in the vast world is the primary level of Hongmeng saints, and it is still improving.

If you want to break through the limitations of the big world, you can get the middle level of Da Hongmeng sage.

It's still early!

Ye Fan looks at the Red Palace and Luo nebula.

"You two take Shen Gongbao to the second floor!"

Then ye fan mobilized the rules to convert the world power consumed by Shen Gongbao into the world power in his world.

In the vast world, there is no phenomenon of the depletion of the power of the world. If it is exhausted, it will have been exhausted long ago. Do you still expect tens of thousands of quasi holy breakthroughs?

"You are good to take care of me. When there are chaotic saints in the vast world, I will come back!"

"Yes, master!"

Ye Fan's body flashed and appeared in the temple of casting in the underworld.

The huge disc on his head was emitting a faint light, and countless ghosts were walking with the wind.

They did not find Ye Fan's existence. They fought in neat rows one by one, waiting to go to the casting temple for strengthening.

Among them, several spirits are talking and laughing, talking about the strong born in the underworld.

"It is said that the emperor of yin and hell is about to break through!"

"Not only him, but also another dark dragon emperor is coming. If they break through, they don't know what it will be like?"

"I don't know! Just a hundred years ago, the temple seemed to run through the sun, but whether it was true or false, I don't know!"

The procession advanced slowly, and the gate of the temple was connected at the end.

The sacred and magnificent cast temple is rippling with purple air in all directions, floating and sinking in the center of hell.

Ye Fan shuttled among the ghosts, passed them and entered the cast temple.

"Ding, zombie arrow strengthens + 3 success!"

"Ding, blue falling divine sword strengthening + 5 failed!"

"Ding, defeat needle strengthening + 8 success!"

The end of the strengthening of the Yin spirits is more sufficient than the heaven lords in the sun.

At this time, a woman ran towards Ye Fan.

"Master, why are you here!"

Rong chengrou looked at Ye Fan with a surprised face and was very excited.

"Let me see!"

Ye Fan said with a smile, "look how you manage the temple of casting!"

He scanned the first to fourth floors with great satisfaction.

"Where's Chen Kuang?"

"There he is!"

The expression on Rong chengrou's face was very subtle. She stretched out her hand and squatted on the ground to give help to a big man who was shorter and Yin Ling.

Ye Fan looked around and saw that Chen Kuang was about to lie on the ground. The man's height surprised Ye Fan.

"How could this man be so low?"

According to the truth, Yin Ling has a normal height ratio.

"This man made a fuss in the temple before and was smashed flat by Chen Kuang. However, later, Chen Kuang looked at the ghost that he couldn't strengthen with his booty and went to help!"

"That's too long!"

Ye Fan feels very speechless. Chen Kuang is still so absent-minded.

"Chen Kuang!"

Hearing the cry, Chen Kuang looked up and looked at Ye Fan.

"Master?" he shook his head and looked at Ye Fan again: "master, it's really coming!"

Then he kicked away the spirits around him and rushed to Ye Fan.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

"Why can't I come?"

Ye Fan felt that he was talking nonsense to his apprentice.

"This is mine. Why do you think I'm here?"

Chen Kuang's muscles twisted and scratched his head at Ye Fan.

"That's true!"

Ye Fan stared at the somewhat naive disciple and said, "your strength has arrived. Why don't you become a chaotic saint?"

"Master, I'm afraid of being struck by thunder. The lightning I saw in the famine was too fierce. I can't paste this meat directly?"