"It's him ..." The sick old man looked at the front with a dull expression.
There is a big lake in front, sparkling and blue, giving people a vast and magnificent feeling.
There is a man by the lake, but he is in his twenties. SHEN WOO forced him, but he stood there expressionless, like a fossil with long hair.
"Time makes people old, so an old friend was buried in the loess, and a generation of Tianjiao couldn't stop him, but he finally evaded it and came to this world ..." The sick old man said to himself.
At this time, they stood on the mountain, ten miles away from the great lake, and were not worried about being discovered.
"Are you talking about him?" Fan Ye was surprised.
"Chinese emperor, a generation of outstanding people fly to form. 19 years old, was the youngest emperor in Zhongzhou at that time. " The sick old man lamented.
Fan Ye a creepy, sick old man exactly what position' this tone has a problem, how did he old?
Who is the emperor of China? He came from 9000 years ago. He is very good at all times. Although it has been resurrected in the contemporary era, it has not been seen much. How can a sick old man talk like that?
"You think too much, who can live to be nine years old in this world ..." The sick old man smiled and shook his head. "I have read his life record, so I just sigh."
"You really scared me.
"In those days, there were several outstanding people in Zhongzhou, but it was a pity that they sighed. Except for one Xiang Yufei who was hidden in Master Qi's snow, everyone else was buried in the dust. "
"Can anyone compare with Yu Fei?" Fan Ye was surprised that such a celebrity appeared enough to be included in ancient books.
"There will be a, ancient and modern, it's a pity that a road, never look back. After all, I can't resist the years. " The sick old man sighed.
"Who is that man?" Fan Ye asked.
"Jiuyou Gai." The sick old man only spit out these three words, and a trace of loneliness appeared on his face and passed away.
"It's him!" Fan Ye suddenly remembered that he was a great man in the world.
Eight years ago, Jiuyou Gai was invincible in the world and had no rivals in five fields. People thought he could become emperor, but he failed in the end.
Di Qing, who died two thousand years ago, died a long time ago. A great emperor could not have been born in this world. With a sigh, Jiuyou Gai went to the wild in his later years and was finally buried in the loess.
"The sick old man really left. Did he get what he wanted? "
Timon is still here, but he is missing. The sick old man, the moon princess, the handsome scholar, and Hua He all left.
After the war, there was a supreme being comparable to the ancient saints. At the last minute, Fan Ye felt his thoughts fluctuate, which is a bit familiar.
"Is it really a sick old man? How is his condition? It's appalling! "
Now there is a statue of a living saint in the Great East Wilderness, an old madman, and there is also a statue on Sumi Mountain in the Great West Wilderness, to fight against the Buddha.
Their magic is infinite. A hair falling can kill half a step, and a drop of Xie Jing flying out of their bodies can kill a Lord.
This is an unimaginable existence, invincible in the world, and no one can match it. Immortal inheritance, even if there is a great emperor, dare not provoke.
"Is he really that person?" Fan Ye remembered what the sick old man had said to him. When they walked together in Tailing, they talked a lot about the past eight or nine thousand years ago.
"The existence of the previous generation tianjiao, invincible, should live to be now? Then his real age is mostly over 9000 years old, scary! "
Fan Ye wanted to see the sick old man and send him an immortal fruit, but he couldn't see it. The sick old man has left.
"He will run out of Shou Yuan. It would be a pity if he sat like this and failed to deliver the elixir! "