Chapter 2557 Hot Pot

"Boy, what's the matter now, what's your plan?" Ren Tiankuo asked.

Ye Fan looked at the tens of thousands of people at the scene, smiled, "Just now, I have said everything I wanted to say, and the situation is like this, if you want to go to the Obsidian Legion, it is your freedom.

No one is qualified to ask you to stay and bet on your own fate together, including me of course. "

There were tens of thousands of people present with complex expressions. It was obvious that many people had already been tempted.

Ye Fan looked at the patriarch who just shot with emotion, and said: "To be honest, I thought that most practitioners would try their best to choose the path of survival for the sake of longevity.

But what I saw today made me realize that not all monks are greedy for life and afraid of death, and it's not that they don't care about the common people in the world.

I will work hard until the last moment, but I don't know if I can change anything..."

All the powerhouses in the Chaotic Realm present looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously feeling very sad.

If it wasn't for the end of the world, they would never have thought that one day they would need to make such a choice.

Next, Ye Fan briefly talked about the vaccine invented by Chu Yunyao.

As for more details, how to coordinate and cooperate with all parties to resist evil spirits before the doomsday conference has nothing to do with him.

The alliance meeting didn't last long, and it ended.

Most of the monks have a heavy heart, and there are many things to be busy on all sides.

Although the time is short, everything can be said clearly.

With the departure of a large number of people in the city of innocence, the city became deserted again.

Ye Fan said goodbye to some old friends one by one, and made an appointment to meet at the Doomsday Conference.

"I'll see you later, maybe there are quite a few people in there who are already from the Obsidian Legion," Shi Lanyu muttered.

"Xiao Yu, stop talking, you've opened your mouth," Ning Zimo said with a smile.

Ye Fan smiled at the women, saw the snow getting bigger and bigger outside the palace, and walked out.

Arriving at a corner of the long corridor outside the palace, Ye Fan looked at the gray sky, a little dazed.

"What's the matter, you have such a serious expression?" Elle walked over, her amber hair bringing warmth in the winter.

Ye Fan looked at the woman, and said with a smile, "Do you want to go back to Shenting?"

"That's right, I can't leave the people over there alone, anyway, even if I practice in the big formation, even if I hit the Chaos Realm, it won't change the overall situation," Ai'er sighed.

Ye Fan put his arms around the woman's fragrant shoulders, "Ai'er... Tell me, am I being too brave, is it really necessary to come to this point?"

Ai'er thought for a while, "Maybe... some people will think you are stupid, it seems stupid to go against the Obsidian Legion and save the prehistoric.

Because just like people, they will be born, grow old, get sick and die, the end of the prehistoric world is also a natural law.

Since it is an objective law, why do we have to change it, and the trouble will end up scarred and even cost our lives.

However, maybe because of myself, I also foolishly want to protect the court of God, so I can understand you.

In order to be able to transcend life and death, practitioners will use cultivation to improve their cultivation and continuously increase their lifespan.

Isn't this the most basic, an action against the laws of nature.

Even if he knows that no matter how high his cultivation level is, he will grow old sooner or later, but he still has to fight against the sky.

Maybe for you, in order to make this world last longer, doing these seemingly silly things is also a kind of struggle against the law of heaven. "

Ye Fan looked at the woman deeply, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind...

"What's wrong?" Ai'er noticed that the man had a strange expression.

Ye Fan muttered to himself: "Practitioners, improve your cultivation and increase your lifespan..."

"Is something wrong?" Elle wondered.

Ye Fan slapped his forehead, then grabbed Ai'er's face, and kissed him hard!

"I thought of it! Ai'er, let's talk about it later, I won't send you off!"

Ye Fan dodged and rushed back to the palace.

Aier stood in the corridor, confused, unable to laugh or cry.

For the next few days, Ye Fan locked himself in the room alone, and the Yuanshen entered the sword god ring, thinking constantly...

If it is said that intelligent life can increase its lifespan through cultivation.

So if a world is famous, if it is regarded as a life, how can it enhance its "cultivation" and make itself live longer?

The chaotic void devours, as if it is constantly aging.

The birth and demise of the civilized world is like birth, old age, sickness and death, and it goes round and round.

Cultivators can fight against the heavens for the sake of longevity, but isn't it possible for the world to do so?

What I have been thinking about before is the consumption of the prehistoric rocks, which has led to the gradual end of the world.

However, human monks do not rely solely on aura to survive. The power of chaos and even higher primitive power can be absorbed by monks.

Practitioners rely on realm improvement to control higher-level energy and even laws.

So, as far as the world is concerned, is it really only possible to rely on prehistoric stones to resist "aging"?

Ye Fan kept thinking, listing and deducing various possibilities in his mind.

While thinking, he practiced from time to time, alternately, day by day.

After more than ten days, Ye Fan found that even though he had some ideas, he didn't seem to have enough strength to push forward some plans.

Feeling like he hadn't gone outside for a few days, Ye Fan walked out of the palace, intending to change his mind a bit.

The city of innocence has been covered in silver and white.

Ye Fan came to the courtyard where Zhenbeihou's family lived, and happened to see the family eating hot pot.

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but after asking, he found out that it was arranged by Shi Lanyu's ancient girl.

"Brother, I heard from my sister-in-law that you ran in that day because you were so excited, did you figure out a way to defeat Ye Xuanguang?" Ye Hang asked expectantly.

"Hang'er, don't bother your elder brother, hurry up and bring a bowl." Ji Su felt sorry for her eldest son.

Ye Fan sat down to eat for a while, and found that something was wrong, something was missing.

"Mom, why doesn't Qing'er come over to eat?" Ye Fan asked.

"Then girl, let's play with Tang Yuan in the back. It seems that Tang Yuan is not in a good mood recently and has no appetite for eating," Ji Suxin said.

Ye Fan didn't believe it, "This lazy bear can still be in a bad mood? The world is destroyed, and it won't lose its appetite."

Although he didn't believe it, Ye Fan still cared about this partner who had saved him several times, so he got up and walked to the backyard.

Sure enough, Ye Wanqing was sitting on the steps, watching Tangyuan playing in the yard.

"Brother, look what's going on with the glutinous rice balls. They make snowballs here every day, and they don't even like meat." Ye Wanqing pouted and said worriedly.

Ye Fan frowned, looking at Tangyuan's small body, using two short legs, clumsily pushing the snowball, rolling bigger and bigger.