Ye Fan felt that there were thousands of sword intentions, sweeping in like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and instantly impacted Ye Fan's entire spiritual sea of consciousness.
At that moment, Ye Fan only felt a buzzing sound in his head, which was filled with chaos and blankness.
This was Ye Fan's last thought.
At the last moment, Ye Fan realized it. No wonder, this journey was smooth and smooth.
Because, for the truly strong, there is no need to set up any traps.
Thousands of years later, a single thought left behind contains countless power, enough to destroy both body and soul.
Just like now, this mental attack is enough to destroy Ye Fan's spirit and soul, turning him into a walking zombie.
However, no one noticed that when Ye Fan's spirit was attacked and fell into chaos, suddenly, a jade pendant he was wearing lit up with green light.
Immediately afterwards, an unusually majestic shadow quietly emerged.
The phantom was as majestic as a mountain. He held the Yunyang Divine Sword and stood on the top of the Tianhe River.
"What kind of evil beast dares to hurt my Yunyang descendants?"
A wave of consciousness suddenly spread out.
As if he had followed his words, the figure that was standing under the main hall suddenly fell down.
After a while, Ye Fan suddenly woke up.
Mark Fan had a splitting headache, and he covered his head.
My thoughts seemed to be short-circuited.
"Brother Xiaofan, are you okay?"
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you in rashly."
"I thought that after so many years, there wouldn't be much danger in this fairy palace." JrNovels.com