My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 2557

"Kid, things are already like this. Do you have any plans?" Ren Tian Kuo asked.

Ye Fan looked at the tens of thousands of people at the scene and smiled, "Just now, I already said everything I wanted to say. The situation is like this, everyone wants to go to the Obsidian Corps, that is your freedom."

No one has the right to ask you to stay and gamble your lives, including me. "

Tens of thousands of people present had a complicated expression on their faces. It was obvious that many of them had been tempted.

Ye Fan looked at the Patriarch who had just made a move and sighed, "To be honest, I originally thought that for the sake of longevity, most cultivators would try their best to choose a path that would allow them to survive.

But after what I saw today, I realized that not all cultivators are afraid of death and do not care about the common people in this world.

I will work hard until the very end, but whether I can change anything, I don't even know … "

All of the Chaos experts present looked at each other in dismay, clearly sighing with emotion.

If not for the end of the world, they would never have thought that they would have to make such a choice one day.

Next, Ye Fan told him about the vaccine that Chu Yunyao had invented.

As for the more detailed details, before the apocalypse, he had nothing to do with how the various sides coordinated and cooperated with each other to resist the evil spirits.

Not long after, the Alliance's a.s.sembly ended.

Most of the cultivators' hearts were heavy, and there were many things to be done from all sides.

Even though the duration was short, the words were clear.

With the departure of large numbers of people from the Sinless City, the city became deserted once more.

Ye Fan bid farewell to some old friends, and arranged to meet them at the Apocalypse.

"We'll meet again when the time comes. Who knows, there might be a lot of them. They might already be on the side of the Obsidian Legion." Blue Rain muttered.

"Little Yu, don't talk about it anymore. Your mouth was so bright before!" Ning Xuemo smiled and said.

Ye Fan smiled at the ladies. Seeing the snow getting heavier outside the palace, he walked out.

Arriving at a corner of the corridor outside the palace, Ye Fan gazed at the dusky sky, somewhat lost in thought.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so serious?" Ar walked over, her amber hair bringing warmth to the room.

Ye Fan looked at the woman, smiled and said, "Do you still want to go back to the Temple?"

"That's right, we can't just leave the people behind. Even if I train in the formation, even if I reach the Chaos Realm, it won't change the entire situation," Ai'er sighed.

Ye Fan reached out his hand to put his arm around the woman's shoulders, "Ai Er..." "Tell me, am I being too brave? Is it really necessary to reach this step?"

Al thought about it, "Maybe …" Some people would think you're a fool. To go against the Obsidian Legion and save the prehistoric era, you seem to be a fool.

This was because, just like humans, they would die from old age and sickness. The apocalypse in the prehistoric era was also a natural rule.

Since it was an objective rule, why did he have to change it? He ended up with injuries and even lost his life.

But I can understand you, perhaps because of myself, as foolish as I am to want to guard the Shrine.

In order to transcend life and death, cultivators would cultivate, increase their cultivation, and constantly increase their lifespan.

Wasn't this the most basic action against the laws of nature?

Even though he knew that, regardless of how powerful his cultivation was, he would still grow old sooner or later. However, he still had to fight against the Heavens.

Perhaps to you, in order to allow this world to exist for a longer time, doing such silly things is also a form of resistance towards the Heavenly Dao. "

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

"What's wrong?" Aelle noticed the man's strange expression.

Ye Fan muttered to himself, "Cultivators, increase your cultivation, increase your lifespan..."

"Is something wrong?" Al wondered.

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

"I thought of it!" Ai Er, we'll talk about it in the future. I won't send you off! "

Ye Fan's body flashed, directly rushing back into the palace.

Ai'er stood in the corridor, completely confused. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The next few days, Ye Fan locked himself in his room, and his primordial spirit entered the G.o.d of Swords' ring, constantly thinking.

If it was said that intelligent life could increase one's lifespan through cultivation.

If such a famous world were to become a life form, how would it enhance its own 'cultivation' and allow it to live longer?

The devouring of the void of primal chaos was just like an aging process.

The birth and demise of the civilized world was like the death of an old person, a cycle that repeated itself.

For the sake of longevity, cultivators could fight against the Heavens. Was that not the way the world worked?

His previous concern was the consumption of the Great Desolate Stone, which had led to the end of the world.

However, human cultivators don't just rely on spiritual energy to survive. The power of chaos and even higher primordial energy can all be absorbed by cultivators.

Cultivators rely on increasing their cultivation level to control higher levels of energy and even laws.

Then, could it be that the only way for the world to resist 'aging' was to rely on the Great Desolation Stone?

Ye Fan continued to think about the possibilities, constantly going through the list and deduction in his mind.

As he thought, he continued to cultivate from time to time. One day after another pa.s.sed by.

After ten days or so, Ye Fan discovered that even though he had some thoughts, he didn't seem to have enough strength to push forward some plans.

Feeling that he hadn't been out for a few days, Ye Fan walked out of the palace, intending to change his mind a little.

The city of the innocent was covered in white.

When Ye Fan arrived at the courtyard of the Northern Marquis, he saw his family eating hot pot.

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was only after asking that he found out that it was arranged by the little girl, Blue Rain, who was a hangover from ancient times.

"Big Brother, I heard from sister-in-law that you ran in very excitedly that day, is it because you've thought of a way to defeat Ye Xuanguang?" Ye Hang asked in antic.i.p.ation.

"Hang'er, don't bother your big brother. Hurry up and bring a bowl over." Ji Su's heart ached for her eldest son.

Ye Fan sat down to eat for a while, and found that the situation was not right, as something was missing from the scene.

"Mom, why isn't Qing'er coming to eat?" Ye Fan asked.

"That girl, she's playing at the back with Rice Ball. It seems that Rice Ball is not in a good mood and doesn't even have an appet.i.te anymore," Ji Susu said.

Ye Fan didn't believe it, "How can this lazy bear be in a bad mood?" "If the world is destroyed, it will have its appet.i.te too."

Although he did not believe him, Ye Fan still cared a lot about this companion of his who had saved his life a few times, so he got up and walked to the backyard.

As expected, she found Ye Shuangqing sitting on the steps, watching Rice Ball play in the yard.

"Big brother, look at Soup Dumplings. He's been making s...o...b..a.l.l.s here everyday to play. He doesn't even like meat anymore." Sunless pouted and said worriedly.

Ye Fan frowned, looking at the small body of Soup Yuan, using his two short legs to clumsily push the s...o...b..ll, and the s...o...b..ll kept on rolling bigger and bigger. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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