"Thank you for your help from three seniors!"

Walking out of the killing formation, Ye Fan bowed and expressed his gratitude to the three quasi-emperors.

"Are you separated?"

"Are you polite to us?"

"That's right, if we had known you were so polite, we wouldn't have come."

The three quasi-emperors laughed and joked, saying that Ye Fan was too polite, which made them feel uncomfortable.

"Okay! Just pretend I didn't say anything."

When Ye Fan met three such quasi-emperors, he had no choice but to say in disappointment.

"You didn't say anything at all."

It is rare to see Ye Fan being defeated, and the three quasi-emperors who have not yet lost their childlike hearts are secretly funny.

In fact, they did not mean to blame Ye Fan at all.

What they saw at the beginning was his honest and kind qualities and his character of valuing affection and righteousness.

If Ye Fan really said nothing, they would feel uncomfortable.

Now I teased Ye Fan, which made them feel particularly comfortable, and even the fatigue of sealing the world channel was wiped out.

"Xiaofan, what are your plans next?"

After joking for a while, Lao Budhi put away his smile and asked seriously.

"I want to start a sect and create an immortal holy land."

Ye Fan told his plan and asked the three quasi-emperors to give him advice.

After all, he was a completely out of the way to establish a sect. He had three living fossil-like quasi-emperors to keep him in check, which would save him a lot of worries.

Free ready-made labor is not used for nothing.

"Don't you go to the ancient Starry Sky Road?" Monk Daoyan asked curiously.

"Not going!"

Ye Fan said: "The tempering of the ancient starry sky road is no longer meaningful to me."

The three of them were silent!

They knew that this was not Ye Fan's arrogantness, but that he was indeed qualified to say this.

Who can experience more twists and bizarrely in the entire ancient starry sky road?

Before becoming a saint, he could sweep across the ancient starry sky, fight against the ten saint masters, and kill them.

You know, that is not an ordinary ten Saint Lord-level powerhouse, and several of them have reached the top Saint Lord-level strength.

However, in Ye Fan's hands, he was swept away by him, and no one survived.

Now that he has become a saint, he is afraid that no one is his opponent under the quasi-emperor. The experience of the ancient starry sky is indeed meaningless to him.

"Xiaofan, have you really thought about it?" Lao Budhi asked, with a serious expression.

There are too many things to consider when starting a sect and creating an immortal holy land.

First of all, when choosing a location, you must choose a sacred realm with the beautiful world of Zhongtian and Earth to ensure that the inheritance of the holy land lasts for a long time.

Secondly, you need to have enough foundation to have a place in the mysterious world where the holy land and the imperial clan are numerous.

He has no such thing at present, so it is not easy to start a sect.

"Um!"

Ye Fan nodded, his eyes were extremely firm, and it was imperative to start a sect.

In order to accommodate his relatives and friends who came from Earth with him, no matter how difficult it is, he must overcome it.

"Oh well!"

Lao Buddy sighed and said with bright eyes: "Since you have decided, we have nothing to say."

"It is not easy to start a sect and establish a sect. If you have any places to help, you can come to us at any time."

The three promised Ye Fan that as long as they did not violate the principles, they would definitely help each other and let Ye Fan's holy land gain a foothold in the Xuan Realm as soon as possible.

"I will never thank you for your kindness, so I will repay you later!"

Ye Fan bowed his hand to thank him, and was very excited. With their promise, it would be no longer difficult to start a sect.

"Okay, it's time for us, it's time for us to go back!"

The three of them said goodbye to Ye Fan, took one step forward, tearing the void directly, and crossing it.

After watching them leave, Ye Fan released everyone, letting them feel the breath of the Xuan Realm and move their muscles and bones.

Before, he had been holding everyone in the bronze tripod and did not let them come out.

Because in the killing formation, they will definitely die based on their cultivation. Even if they are not activated, the pressure of the ancient emperor's killing formation is not something they can bear.

"Is this the Xuan Realm?"

"What a rich vitality of heaven and earth!"

Feeling the misty energy of heaven and earth around them like water, everyone couldn't help but be amazed.

The environment in Xuan Realm is much stronger than that of the earth. With such a rich energy of heaven and earth, their cultivation will inevitably surge.

"This is the real holy place for cultivation!"

Everyone sighed that practicing in such an environment for a year is equivalent to ten years on Earth.

Even the so-called secret realms on the earth are not as rich as the heaven and earth here.

"Are we settled here?"

Lu Zhan looked around and found that there were vast primitive forests around him, and he couldn't help asking in confusion.

"Of course not!"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Let Lao Bai take you to Shicun first, which is our home."

"I just said it! How could I settle down in this place where birds don't poop."

Lu Zhan was relieved in an instant. He was distracted and unruly. If he stayed in this deserted place, he would have to go crazy.

"Roar..."

At this moment, a roar of thunder came from the distant mountains and forests. The terrifying pressure suddenly made some cultivation seedlings who had never seen the world so shocked and cried.

Ye Fan was so amused that he had to put them in the bronze tripod again and hand them over to the ungrateful wolf, asking it to take everyone to Shicun first, while he rushed to Xuanwu Mountain nearby.

...

The Northern Region of Xuan Realm!

A bitter and cold place.

There are tens of thousands of miles of people here, and there are desolate and dry land everywhere.

The ochre-red earth seemed to be stained with blood, full of solemnity and desolation.

Thousands of miles away from the ground, occasionally there are a few lonely stones dotted among them, just like a few lonely stars in the vast night sky.

On this vast and desolate land, nine skulls scattered among them, and their dark eye sockets seemed to be staring at the sky.

"boom!"

The void was broken, and a middle-aged man in a blood robe staggered to the middle of nine skulls and disappeared suddenly.

The Holy Land of the Netherworld!

The bones are shining, the phosphorus fire is shining, and the beauty reflected is like a ghost.

The middle-aged man in a blood robe looked pale as paper, and he looked even more shrill and creepy under the reflection of the ghost fire.

At this moment, he was walking step by step towards the gate of the Netherworld Holy Land.

"Holy... Lord?"

Seeing him return, the two guards were completely stunned and almost bit their tongues.

This middle-aged man in a blood robe is Chen Daocang, the soul downstream of Ye Fan's gun, and is also the new sage master of the Netherworld Holy Land.

The two guards were shocked. Have they ever seen Chen Daocang so embarrassed?

"ah……"

Two shrill screams resounded throughout the Holy Land of the Netherworld.

These two unlucky guys were directly broken by Chen Daocang and watered themselves with their blood to restore their lost blood.

"call……"

After absorbing the essence and blood of the two, Chen Daocang's face relaxed a little, and a hint of blush appeared.

"Who?"
To be continued...