My Line Connect To The Demon World

It was still the three of them who were doing their own things in a dilapidated wooden house.    

A Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who was like a doctor, was holding a medicine tray and polishing the medicine.    

The medicinal fragrance that assailed the nostrils drifted along with the air, making one feel refreshed and refreshed.    

Nuwa sat on the dressing table and tidied up the rouge and cosmetic powders, a large pile of bottles and cans.    

After tidying up for a long time, she still couldn't find a proper arrangement, but she still enjoyed it.    

As for the sage-like Fu Hsi, he sat on the wooden chair with his eyes closed and his eyes closed, unmoving like a mountain.    

That was the appearance of Ye Fan. He had just stepped into the courtyard.    

The pupils of the three of them instantly enlarged, and their expressions became filled with joy.    

"Haha, my Fu Hsi's son really is a Heavenly Pride!"    

"He has already become a peerless expert at such a young age, and is comparable to a Heavenly Immortal!"    

"Come, come, let Big Dad come and take a look!"    

Ye Fan smiled bitterly.    

Such a loud voice, such a coarse face.    

It really made him unable to associate him with Human Emperor Fu Hsi.    

He obediently walked to his side. His pitch-black pupils flashed a few times, and a trace of a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.    

At this moment.    

Ye Fan was not watching from the sidelines. It was as if he was gold in gold.    

He deeply felt the love of nurturing.    

Time. It was as gentle as a cool breeze, and the flow of time was as smooth as flowing water.    

The three of them had spent almost all their efforts to nurture him.    

In Ye Fan's memories, his ten lifetimes were like a cloud of smoke.    

Everything had changed.    

His achievements had changed, his wife had changed, and his gender had changed.    

The only thing that hadn't changed was his three adoptive parents. The fate of ten lifetimes was as heavy as a mountain.    

"What are you looking at? Fan has just reached major completion in his cultivation. I don't know if his foundation is stable or not. You are rough on your hands and feet. Don't cause him to go berserk."    

Donghuang threw down the medicinal herbs and walked to Ye Fan's side.    

He was smiling so hard that the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.    

He hurriedly touched Ye Fan's pulse.    

"Second Dad, although I'm not as good as you in medical skills, I can still control my body's condition." Ye Fan said helplessly.    

"Yes, yes, yes. Then I don't need to check."    

Even though he said that, Donghuang didn't put her hand down.    

It wasn't until she saw that Ye Fan's pulse was strong and his spiritual energy was majestic that she was willing to give up.    

"Aiya, the child is annoyed by you."    

"Fan, come to Sanniang's place. If they don't take out something practical, it would be fake concern."    

"Remember, only Aunt Ye cares about you the most. Aunt Ye will give you a gift."    

Ye Fan smiled.    

He didn't expect Lady Nuwa to have such a gentle side to her.    

Also, he was very curious.    

In his heart, Nuwa had always been a young and beautiful existence.    

Why had she always maintained the appearance of an old woman?    

She fondly stroked Ye Fan's hair a few times, then with a wave of her hand, a dark green jade slip appeared in her hand.    

"Fan, this is Third Mother's Nine Underworlds Profound Art. You can use it to break through meridians and enter the Dao. You will definitely be able to travel through the Nine Heavens and the Dragon Soaring Universe."    

Ye Fan held the jade slip in his hand and trembled slightly.    

This was the number one profound art of the capital, the technique of everyone.    

We all know the story of Nuwa mending the heavens.    

But we don't know how it was supplemented.    

The reason why the heavens can break is the symbol of anger, the heavenly tribulation. If you want to resolve the heavenly tribulation, without sufficient strength, you can't do it at all.    

That was why Nuwa had created the Nine Underworlds Profound Art for the sake of being able to cultivate enough strength to contend against the heavenly tribulation.    

To be able to resist the heavens.    

Naturally, it was extraordinary.    

Even though he had studied and memorized the past few lives, he still couldn't help but feel excited.    

And this excitement came from San Niang's care for him.    

"Fan, this is the virtue of Second Father's heart, which has been immersed in medicinal theory for ten thousand years. I'll give it to you."    

Donghuang wasn't willing to be outdone. She casually tossed over a jade slip with a medicinal fragrance wafting through the air.    

Her actions were casual.    

However, Ye Fan's heart was once again filled with warmth. He knew that this was Donghuang's lifeblood.    

After that, the two of them turned around and looked at Fu Hsi.    

They discovered that his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was deep in thought.    

Fu Hsi's cultivation base was the most powerful in the world, and the cultivation technique he cultivated could be considered the number one cultivation technique in the world. It was called the Supreme and Infinite Dao Technique.    

However, the cultivation technique was complicated and long, and it was obscure and difficult to understand.    

The current Ye Fan was not suitable for cultivation at all.    

He smiled bitterly.    

He did not expect that a small gift would cause him trouble.    

Ye Fan naturally saw through the pros and cons.    

"Haha, Big Dad, forget it! Second and Third Mother's cultivation techniques are already enough for me to cultivate. There's no need for me to give them anything else."    

Ye Fan seemed to have felt the great fatherly love.    

His heart was filled with an unprecedented warmth.    

"Haha! Good son!"    

Amidst Fu Hsi's laughter.    

The scene in front of him suddenly disappeared.    

Ye Fan wanted to reach out his hand to grab it, but to no avail.    

Sigh!    

Beautiful things were always short-lived.    

The scene in front of him changed again.    

In the Golden Luan Palace, a golden sword was inserted into the center of the palace.    

Nine golden dragons coiled around the body of the sword. The golden dragons roared, and their sharp claws tore the sky apart. Boundless Sovereign Qi lingered in the palace, and it was a majestic and magnificent sight.    

Fu Hsi was sitting on the golden chair in the main hall. Below the stage, dozens of elders were sitting on both sides of the chair. They looked imposing without being angry, and their voices were loud and mighty.    

"My lord, Young Lord's matter concerns the prosperity and decline of the entire Demon Realm. We can't blindly choose people!"    

"That Ye Fan is still young and has decent strength. He doesn't deserve to be Young Lord."    

The person who spoke was an old man.    

Ye Fan didn't know his name, but he remembered his face.    

This man was wearing a purple robe, and he had an imposing appearance. It gave people a lingering fear in their hearts.    

If this man opposed him so much, perhaps there was something fishy going on in his heart.    

"Why not? Ye Fan will definitely lead Demon Realm to the peak in the future. Do we, the older generation, not want to give up our position for the rest of our lives?"    

"Besides, apart from Fan, I really can't see who is better than him in Demon Realm."    

Fu Hsi's attitude was very firm.    

He wouldn't allow anyone to refute him.    

"Master, if you want to inherit Young Lord's position, you must go through the challenge of the Heavenly Pride of the demon race."    

"Are you sure Ye Fan has the ability to accept it?"    

Every word that this man spoke was loud and clear. His voice sounded like the sound of thunder, and the lightning shadow behind his back was shaking.    

It was obvious that his strength was not ordinary.    

Ye Fan muttered to himself.    

It was really infuriating for him to stop him just because he was Young Lord.    

In any case, he would remember you.    

If I see you in the future, I will definitely beat you until you kneel down and sing 'Conquer'.    

"Alright, I'll do as you say. Tomorrow at noon, on the throne, all the young demons can challenge Fan and let us witness Fan officially inheriting the position of Young Lord."    

After saying that, Fu Hsi flicked his sleeve and left.    

Hehe!    

My father is still on my side!    

No matter how much you say, it's useless.    

Our Young Lord's position is already decided.    

In his sleep, Ye Fan kept smiling foolishly.    

Luckily no one saw it, otherwise they would have thought he was crazy.    

But it might have something to do with him losing his parents when he was young.    

He desperately needed care!    

This was an obscure thing, no one could help him, he could only hide in the dark and suffer from divine injuries...    

The scene changed again.    

It was already the second day.    

"Young Lord, my master invites you to the throne room. We have something to discuss."    

The person who spoke was Ye Fan's personal servant.    

"Do you know anything?" Ye Fan tidied up his clothes and spoke in a calm tone.