Chapter 2524 Clear Conscience

The prehistoric doomsday conference?

Ye Fan's heart sank, his face was extremely ugly...

This Ye Xuanguang, this is to use this kind of conference to directly gather all the powerful people in the prehistoric world!

Once all the strong men have come, their Obsidian Legion can wipe out all the practitioners in the wild!

Countless powerful souls will turn into their psionic bombs!

It can not only attract and subdue a group of new members, but also easily wait to harvest a large number of souls... kill two birds with one stone!

The point is, Ye Fan has no way to prevent other monks from attending the Doomsday Conference.

When the news of the imminent destruction of the Great Desolation spread, all parties must panic and seek a way out.

Even if they want to discuss big plans together or find out, those strong people will probably gather in the imperial city.

"Your Excellency the Sword God, the matter of the Doomsday Conference has been sent out by our Obsidian Legion.

They are all members who are best at high-speed movement and teleportation spells. The speed at which they send messages is absolutely extremely efficient.

Presumably within a month, the whole prehistoric world will know that the world is about to be destroyed.

That is to say, in another three months, all those who can participate in the conference will arrive at the Imperial City.

If you still dream of defeating His Majesty the Xuanlong Emperor, then there are only three months of training time left.

In my opinion, there are only two paths before you...

Cultivate for three months, then challenge the Xuanlong Emperor, and die at the Doomsday Conference because of your stupidity.

Or...be smarter, recognize the reality, and serve His Majesty Xuanlonghuang..." Wuye Yanbo laughed.

Ye Fan stood silently on the white jade platform, lost in thought for a while.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Wuye Yanbo played with his taste: "How about it, did you figure it out? In fact, why do you have to be brave? The destruction of civilization is a natural law. What does it have to do with you?

What our Majesty the Xuanlong Emperor has done may seem cruel, but in fact it is a great kindness, you should be able to understand."

Ye Fan breathed out, raised his head, and said expressionlessly: "I don't want to argue with you about right and wrong, good and evil.

Putting it in the vast chaotic void and in the plane, these concepts are already difficult to judge.

Although I don't know how to save the world that is about to be destroyed.

But for the sake of a few people, I can't agree with the practice of continuously plundering various civilizations and deliberately creating killings.

I never thought of being a hero, nor did I think of being a savior. I, Ye Fan, have acted all my life, but I have a clear conscience.

So... one thing I have to do now is not to think about the damn doomsday conference, nor how to stop Ye Xuanguang, but to stop the war between the Demon God Kingdom and the Great Zheng! "

As Ye Fan said, the triple disintegration instantly occurred, and at the same time, the power of the sword intent and the bloodline erupted simultaneously, opening a heavy sword intent disintegration!

A burst of golden flames rose angrily, illuminating the sky above the entire palace!

The coercion of the surging sword intent caused the lake to stir up turbulent waves!

In Ye Fan's eyes, the golden flame was burning, looking at the misty night mist.

"Order now to let all the monster army retreat."

Fog Ye Yanbo and a group of chaotic warriors all looked alert.

The seven or eight chaotic realms around them all released the coercion of chaos, and their strengths were all at the third to fifth level.

Wuye Yanbo squinted his eyes, waved his hands and said: "Retire, you are not his opponent, there is no need to die in vain."

When a group of Chaos Realm heard this, they didn't talk nonsense, and immediately retreated to the palace a few hundred meters away, watching from a distance.

"Your Excellency the Sword God, the Demon God Kingdom has at most half a year left before it will be swallowed by the void of chaos.

If you are really a benevolent person, would you have the heart to let countless souls of the Demon God Kingdom be buried in chaos like this? "

"Even if that's the case, we shouldn't plunder the territory of the Dazheng by means of war and killing," Ye Fan said.

Wuye Yanbo sighed, "This war is an order from His Majesty the Xuanlong Emperor, and I can't stop it."

"Is that so...then I can only forcibly stop!"

Ye Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore. If he wanted to prevent more casualties, he could only kill the Lord of the Demon God, so that the Demon God's army would be in chaos.

A three-foot green blade instantly appeared in his hand. The surging aura emanating from the blade was extremely solid, and there were a lot of ice crystals lingering around. It looked like a peerless magic weapon!

"The best spiritual weapon that has been refined eight times?!"

Wuye Yanbo is also a person who knows the goods, and there is a hint of consternation in his eyes.

Ye Fan raised his cultivation level to Duotian, his sword spirit and spirit body also made great progress, and his heart and sword realm also improved to a certain extent.

The flying sword provided to him by the sword god's ring has gradually climbed to the peak level of the spiritual weapon level.

Ye Fan now takes out a sword casually, and it is the top-quality refining god seven times.

There will even be some higher-grade flying swords that seem to have surpassed the category of spiritual weapons.

But Ye Fan knows that no matter how good the flying sword is, it depends on how it is used.

The long sword in his hand exudes a dazzling golden brilliance, which merges with the cold blue light of the sword body, making it extraordinarily dazzling!

"breaking Dawn!"

Ye Fan intends to rush to attack, and he pays attention to the word "fast" when he fights Qingqiu clan!

I have to preemptively kill him before he can use his deployment speed!

Ye Fan's figure turned into a long rainbow, and the straight sword light streaked across the side of Yanbo in the foggy night!

In the blink of an eye, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Yanbo's mouth in the foggy night...

Just when Ye Fan concentrated his sword intent, in the misty night and misty world, there was a time difference between him and everything around him!

When Ye Fan made a move, everything he did, in the eyes of Wuye Yanbo, seemed to be in slow motion!

Although the speed is still very fast, it seems that he has come to him in an instant.

But in the case of a master, a few milliseconds are enough to decide everything!

Wuye Yanbo turned sideways, first dodged Ye Fan's Daybreak sword, and then made knives with his fingertips, and the cyan power of chaos was like a blade, drawing six bloodstains on Ye Fan's throat!

Ye Fan's eyes widened, his sword flew across, and was perfectly dodged by the opponent!

At the same time, blood spurted out of his throat, and he died immediately!

"Ugh!"

Ye Fan's throat was deflated and dripping with blood. Fortunately, the blood of the five-clawed golden dragon and the triple disintegration were used together, and his recovery was extremely fast, and his throat was quickly repaired!

"Oh? You even used the dragon blood armor to protect yourself in advance, and you thought you could cut off your head directly?"

The misty figure appeared on a tall palace lantern in the foggy night, floated out of the dust, and laughed jokingly.

A blue chaotic power of the nine levels of chaos lingered on Wuye Yanbo's body, making his figures overlapped one after another, like a dream and an illusion.

It is the double realm of shadow dance, time flies!

Ye Fan's face became serious for a while, the Qingqiu bloodline in the second level of the ninth level of chaos is really powerful.

I have to make a quick decision, and beware of him pulling away from him, otherwise he will run away with all his heart, and I might not be able to catch up.

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, and more than a hundred flying swords were summoned.

"The sky is full of frost!"

Ye Fan once again displayed the ultra-high-speed imperial sword technique, and more than a hundred flying swords turned into beams of lightning-like light beams, chasing, refracting, and shuttling wildly towards the smoke waves in the foggy night, attacking without dead ends!

Wuye Yanbo frowned slightly, as if he also felt the astonishing speed of these flying swords, so he didn't dare to hold them too high.

His figure turned into a cyan shadow, constantly flashing among the already dazzled flying swords!

Countless afterimages seemed to occupy the sky.

Wuye Yanbo tried to get rid of the "Frost"'s pursuit of death, but wherever he went, Feijian followed him.

"Your Excellency the Sword God... Your sword control skills really impress me!"

The sound of smoke and waves in the foggy night came from all directions.

Because his figure did appear in all directions instantly.

Ye Fan was fully on guard, at this time he didn't dare to continue to make moves by himself, disrupting the frost-covered sword array, he would rather consume his opponent to death like this.

But Wuye Yanbo obviously didn't intend to sit still, and suddenly called out a weapon of his own—it was an ice-blue long silk?

Seeing the wind, the silk silk swelled, and in the blink of an eye, it became tens of meters long, forming an ice-blue trail in the sky like a spirit snake.

Although the flying swords of Ye Fan's peerless soldiers can tear through the silk, they are gradually entangled by the silk!