Chapter 692

"I am also very glad that I live in this gale Dynasty. With your help, I can grow up better."

Ye Fantian said without any arrogance.

Cang Jianwu nodded with satisfaction:

"I appreciate your character very much. The impetuous, rebellious and proud atmosphere of young people doesn't exist in you at all. If it weren't for knowing your family well, I really thought you were a disciple of that large sect."

"Big sect?"

Ye Fantian's eyes were slightly cold, and the killing intention on his face began to soar.

In the earthy yellow space, the two scarlet lights seem to be the supreme magic sword. They dance wantonly, and then they break straight, and the layers of pressure begin to explode!

The killing intention in my heart is like the sleeping blood tiger waking up by stimulation, constantly roaring, roaring.

The ferocity on his face kept flashing.

"I hate you!"

Three voices full of resentment were generated again in Ye Fantian's heart, and the muscles on Ye Fantian's face couldn't help twitching again.

"Roar..."

The big door is all because of the big door. Everything is because of this door!

The high door, because of the snow girl palace, he lost situ Yu. Because of the snow girl palace, he lost Nangong dream again!

The three words of the big door were like the curse seal of the curse, which opened the supreme Qi of killing and resentment in Ye Fantian's heart.

"Brahma - wake up!"

Feeling that two eyes like fierce ghosts swept over him, cangjian Wujun's face couldn't help changing, especially the momentum of the other party's body. The essence that didn't cover up was so fierce.

Even the king of Tibetan sword Wu, who has existed for thousands of years, can't help feeling a burst of cold on his body in the face of Ye Fantian's terrible killing intention after countless killing battles, large and small.

"This boy, still didn't let go!"

Cangjian said with a bitter smile.

"I want to... Go out and vent!"

Ye Fantian tried his best to resist the impulse of killing and cutting in his heart, and said slowly.

The conversation didn't wait for Tibetan sword, but Wu Jun reacted, but he had been flying out crazily.

Cangjian Wujun's face changed, but after he left the cave, ye Fantian's figure had turned into a streamer.

"Roar!!!"

The towering roar passed down from these nine days.

At first, the roar was like a newborn tender dragon, which people couldn't notice, but the next moment, everyone's faces changed together.

More than a dozen empires around changed their faces at this moment.

Wind and thunder!

Heaven and earth collapse!

Long Yinxian!

The heroes are afraid!

Roar

The roar continued. What a crazy roar it was, as if it were a bloody devil, as if the devil's roaring up to the sky.

But the period seems to be mixed with some sad and angry heartache, a heartache that can't be healed.

Pa

In the Imperial Palace, the cup in the hands of nine Princess Xin'er couldn't help falling to the ground.

Looking at the supreme sky, where the wind and cloud danced and the heaven and earth changed color, a figure stood there as high as the demon God who broke the sky and roared up to the sky, but the sadness still made her aware.

What a kind of grief and anger, what a crazy voice.

"The great emperor's body has been unhindered. I believe it will be enough to recover after a period of quiet recuperation."

The feather of the sky said faintly.

But his face was not calm. Through the window, he could not detect the roar of Ye Vatican

That kind of madness, that kind of explosion, and even the posture of the intersection of dragons and tigers on the top of the supreme sky above heaven and earth.

"This guy... Still can't let go!"

The long dragon emperor nodded gently:

"Yes, it's difficult for him. Even with the powerful strength of Wujun level, he can't protect his beloved woman. It's really a very painful thing."

Changlong emperor obviously knew about it.

Hearing the speech, Xin'er immediately showed a curious look and said:

"Lord Wu, this... Ye... What happened to King ye?"

"Xin'er!"

The long dragon emperor could not help frowning and drinking softly.

Wu Jun level is really not what she should know.

"No harm..."

Tianzhiyu gently waved his hand.

Rolling thunder, continuous blasting, blasting, within a hundred miles, the sky, the peak, the holy light, the purple awn, the light of the stars... All kinds of energy burst out continuously.

The initial sound was like the first cry of a tender dragon, but no one dared to think it was a tender dragon in the final evolution. It was clearly a divine dragon, a nine day divine dragon.

"A 17-year-old boy with white hair... Hey!!"

Tianzhiyu sighed helplessly, then his figure flickered and disappeared into the emperor's palace.

But Xin'er's pretty face was surprised when she heard this. She thought of the mysterious boy and the other party's original long hair, which changed from purple to snow-white.

"White hair... Can you say..."

Xin'er itself has the title of witch. She is naturally clever and quickly thought of the reason. White hair is not born, but the reason that can stimulate white can only be after she is extremely sad.

The roar of thunder is as amazing as the arrival of the God of thunder.

In the endless sky, ye Vatican stepped on the void and his eyes were amazing.

The thunder and lightning around the body is like the inheritance of the Thunder God. The thunder snake dances and starts to break up in an instant with the clouds above the sky.

The roar centered on him and formed a huge matchless vortex.

Disaster like astonishment, demon like terror

Countless strong people couldn't help crying timidly, which was the timidity of the superior.

The roar lasted about a cup of tea, and Ye Fan's genius slowly relaxed.

The expression on his face also began to ease a lot. The backlog for many days was finally vented at this moment

"How do you feel?"

Hidden sword Wu Jun said slowly in his mouth.

"Let it out and feel much better."

Ye Fantian smiled helplessly.

"I've heard about the snow girl palace, but now your strength can't shake a large door. Maybe you can add your identity as the Lord of the demon palace, but you don't want to fight each other. Especially now the demon palace can't grow up in such a short time after countless years, You know that, too. "

Ye Fantian's eyes were scarlet and looked at Mr. Zang Jianwu slightly. After a long time, he said slowly:

"I know what you mean. Don't worry. I won't pass easily in the snow girl palace, but this blood debt must be paid back, and there's nothing left!"

"There are terrible strong people in the snow girl palace. It is possible for Wuhuang level, Wudi level and even the supreme Zun level strong people."

"Hehe... Snow girl palace?"

Ye Fantian smiled thoughtfully. Although he was laughing, he didn't smile at all. Instead, he became more and more mysterious and abnormal.

That kind of cold, even if it's hidden sword, Wu Jun can't help but feel cold in his heart

grand ceremony!

This is an annual day for the gale Dynasty.

It is also the most important day of the year in the Dafeng Dynasty.

Annual sacrifice, heaven worship and ancestor worship

On the huge hall, ye Fantian looked at the bustling flow of people without expression, and his heart was as calm as the moon in the well.

This year's grand ceremony is different, because this year's grand ceremony is personally presided over by the Changlong emperor, and this grand ceremony will be a cross era and forever recorded in history.

There is no other reason. Today's ceremony is a great ceremony of Wu Jun!

In order to announce Ye Fantian's strength to the world, to let the world see the strength of Dafeng Dynasty, and to deter the foolish thoughts of other empires, this time, the talents of Dafeng Dynasty will choose to set off Ye Fantian with the help of the grand ceremony.

The voice of reading out slowly rang through the sky

"Pray for the soldiers who died in my empire, and be proud that Dafeng Dynasty has you. The revenge has been avenged and the soul has gone... Dafeng Dynasty will not forget your great achievements!"

The long dragon emperor roared loudly in his mouth.

Roar

Hundreds of thousands of roars resounded at this moment

"But today... Our Dafeng Dynasty has born a strong man, a peerless strong man, who will become the patron saint of our empire. He is not only the youngest Prince of our Dafeng Dynasty, but also the youngest peak strong man in Xuantian continent. Ye Fantian, the king of martial arts on the road of martial cultivation!!"

Ye Fantian's figure dissipated slightly, but the next moment he had appeared in the void, his face was like a crown of jade and his heart was like water.

All the people were boiling at this moment.

Look at the boy, look at the boy who seems to be a God.

The sun was shining, and the long snow-white hair was stained with a layer of golden brilliance.

Without the slightest pause, hundreds of thousands of people slowly knelt down on the ground

Piety and trust came into being in this moment.

"Those who offend me will be killed even if they are far away! I am the white haired devil!"

The hot blood is boiling, burning and becoming more and more hot.

Responsibility cannot be shirked!

Ye Fantian really grasped the meaning of responsibility.

He will be the patron saint of the Empire!

"Devil! Devil! Devil!"

Roar, roar through the sky!

Princess Xin'er looked at the mysterious youth in the void, with a strange brilliance in her beautiful eyes

It was at this time that a roar came out from the ancient palace:

"Ten thousand poisons dance... Jie... Finally come to this step, son, wait, wait, I will avenge you soon!"