Chapter 1327 The Fallen Eucharist Family

Chapter 1327 The Decline of the Eucharist Family

"Little broken boy, you dare to be stubborn." A group of older children rushed up.

This dirty child, with tattered clothes, blue and purple faces on his face, and a lot of bruises on his body, but he was fierce and stubborn. Screaming in pain.

"Let's go up together, kill this wild child, what ancestors are invincible, not let people beat them to death." Several children shouted, holding small wooden sticks and stepped forward. 【..quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

The little boy threw his fist hard, smashing a big boy with a bang, his face full of flowers, blood spurted out of his nose, and he suddenly cried. Some children have the intention to quit. Although a group of people bullies one person, they are still afraid and dare not start again.

"What's so scary, it's just a little broken child." An older child walked out, his palm glowed, and patted the little broken child, he actually knew some cultivation methods.

"boom!"

The little broken child was instantly kicked away and fell to the corner of the wall, a group of children swarmed up, punching and kicking.

"I beat you to death, but you are still stubborn. What broken Holy Communion has long since disappeared, and you still talk about it as pride."

One or two of these children have extraordinary identities. They have successfully built a foundation on this ancient star, which is difficult to cultivate, and have laid a solid foundation. Otherwise, these children really can't help the little broken children who are born with divine power.

"Oh, you're going to be killed, stop kicking." Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

A group of children jumped away immediately, although they shouted fiercely, but they were also afraid of causing death, and they were all a little uneasy.

"It's okay, he won't die. He has rough skin and thick flesh, and is born a meat bun. However, let's stop here today. If it breaks, whoever accompanies Cangyun to practice his hand, the Cang family will blame and punish us."

The group of children scattered in a hurry, leaving only the little broken child in place, curled up in the corner with blood on his forehead, bruised face, bright eyes, like a fierce little tiger, he never gave in

Ye Fan witnessed all this calmly, walked into the alley at this time, looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?"

Although the little boy was only six or seven years old, he was very vigilant and did not say a word. He stood up and stepped aside.

"As a descendant of the Holy Communion, why was he beaten?" Ye Fan said.

The little boy still didn't speak, his dirty little face was tense, and there was a kind of distress on his immature expression, obviously he was not so peaceful in his heart.

"Is the Eucharist very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.

"You are not allowed to despise the Eucharist ancestor, he is very powerful and invincible!" The little boy finally broke out, like a little tiger, his eyes were a little sharp.

"Then why were you beaten?"

"The world has changed, I can't cultivate." The little boy clenched his fists. He didn't cry when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped his tears and said, "If I can cultivate, no one can humiliate my ancestors. Not even a person with the blood of the sky flowing in his body!"

Ye Fan squatted down and touched his head, sighed lightly, and sure enough, the little guy had the same problem as he used to.

His hand scratched the bruises, a ray of sunshine flashed over the dark wounds on the little boy's body, all of which improved, the blood on his forehead disappeared and not even a scar was left.

Little Po Boy's tensed body relaxed a little, and looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he was so kind to heal him, which was very different from the people he had seen before.

"Do you want to practice?" Ye Fan asked.

"I think, but I can't practice, I can't pass that barrier." The little boy was a little discouraged, full of unwillingness, lowered his head, and tugged at the corners of his tattered clothes.

"If you want, I'll teach you, what Dao suppression, what rules of heaven and earth are nothing." Ye Fan said.

"Really?" The little boy's big eyes suddenly lit up, but soon dimmed again. He lowered his head and said, "We have tried many methods, but it still doesn't work."

"Are there any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.

"There is a grandfather who has inconvenient legs and feet and is in poor health." The little boy answered truthfully.

You can tell from his clothes that his family is not very good, otherwise he wouldn't be chased and bullied by a group of children like a little beggar.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, his bones were beautiful, very suitable for Taoism. Afterwards, he put his palm on the sea of ​​​​the wheel, which did not exceed his expectations. Just like he was in the past, it seemed to be a piece of divine iron, which was difficult to dissolve.

Ye Fan's fingertips shot a golden beam, and with a slam, it sank into the child's body. The little boy suddenly screamed and his body trembled. Its body began to glow, the walls of every blood vessel were crystal clear, and there were strands of golden light moving.

"It's really good, there is so much golden blood in the dormant, even if it is not far from the first generation of the Holy Body!" Ye Fan exclaimed.

This is a veritable descendant of the Holy Body. Even after a long period of time, the holy blood in its body has not diminished, and it is still amazingly rich, but it is hidden.

This is an atavism phenomenon, not a real Eucharist, but if you keep practicing, you can reach the peak, and the day after tomorrow, you can transform into the first-generation Great Completion.

This is really an astonishing thing. The blood of the Holy Body has been cut off long ago in the Big Dipper. I never thought that I would meet a little broken child here. The potential is so amazing.

The so-called inability to cultivate the Dao and being suppressed by the Dao, this is not absolutely impossible for Ye Fan to crack.

"Uncle, can you really let me practice and clear this level?" Little Po Boy was uneasy, seeing that Ye Fan had been groping his bones and didn't speak, he was very uneasy.

He raised his head, his small face was full of hope, his big black and white eyes were full of longing, and he was nervously grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"Opening the door of cultivation is nothing, the most difficult thing is to break through the curse. Back then, a senior god king used divine blood to wash the Dao map for me, and almost put his life in it." Ye Fan lost his mind for a while, thinking of the peerless god king Jiang Tai. False, this kind of kindness is difficult to repay.

Vaguely tens and hundreds of years have passed, and everything seems to be still in front of him. The god king's blood stained white robes, and the anti-sky [Xian Ni] helped him continue the road ahead. 【..quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】

He was able to have all of this today, because the white-robed God King took his life to fight for him, otherwise, I am afraid that he will always be hindered and suppressed by the Dao, and it is difficult to have the current Dao fruit.

"This road is very bumpy. My predecessors shed their blood for me and changed my path with my life. Now it's time for me to do something for my descendants." Ye Fan said to himself.

"Uncle, can I really practice cultivation?" The little boy raised his head, tears in his big bright eyes, which were about to fall out.

"You can! However, to really hit the final shackles, you still have to rely on yourself and some opportunities." Ye Fandao touched his head and gave a positive answer.

Back then, the white-robed god king must have reached the realm of a saint, washed the Dao map with divine blood, and broke the curse of the Holy Body, but he almost took his life into it, and finally succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered a Dao injury.

At that time, it could be said that Ye Fan traveled far and wide, left the Northern Territory alone, entered the ancient forbidden land, and finally managed to earn a life for himself.

Now, his strength is also in the realm of saints. He can naturally wash the Dao map and fight for a way forward for the little broken child, but he doesn't know if he can avoid the accidental injury of the Dao.

This is a very quiet corner of the city. A courtyard looks not small, but it is dilapidated. This should be an ancient building left in the past.

Yang Xi has never been so happy as he is today. His little face was full of excitement, and he pushed open the broken wooden door and shouted, "Grandpa, I can practice."

There were several old trees in the courtyard with many fallen leaves. An old yellow dog barked and greeted the little broken child Chen Xi, and then grinned at Ye Fan.

An old man with a lame foot, his clothes covered with patches and tattered, gray hair and very old, put down the bucket and walked over from the well.

Yang Yunteng was old and frail, with wrinkles on his face, and his old eyes were cloudy. He walked over to the foot of the slope, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Who are you?"

"Grandpa, he is the Holy Body, a Holy Body that can be practiced. If I want to teach Xi'er the method of practice, I will be able to practice it immediately. I am no longer afraid of them, and no one can shame our ancestors, I must defeat them. There is a person with the blood of the sky flowing in the body!

The little boy screamed, very serious, his face flushed with excitement, his small hands clenched into fists, and they were clenched tightly.

Ye Fan's whole body glowed, and the golden blood in his body was like thunder, but he controlled the pressure very well, and did not attack it, just let the old man feel the unique breath of the Holy Body.

He was very direct, there was nothing to hide, he explained his purpose, otherwise, no matter how excited a child shouted, it would make people suspicious.

The old man was stunned, and the next moment he let out a dull low roar, as if suppressed for many years, like an old lion, roaring sadly: "Heaven is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God, we just want to disobey God, Breaking all obstacles, my Holy Body lineage can finally cultivate!"

He seemed to have endless depression, and at this moment, he was in tears, and his wrinkled face was covered with crystals.

"Back then, our ancestors died in the hands of those who had the blood of the heavens, and we refused to accept it!"

In the past, after the Eucharist died, his descendants set foot on the starry sky, learned about everything here, and they stopped forever. pulse.

"Ancestors have long expected... the rules of heaven and earth may change, and the Holy Body line will decline more and more. I never thought that you would be able to go backwards." Old man Yang Yunteng cried and laughed for a while. Years of depression made him look a little crazy.

This is a declining family, the Eucharist blood is almost cut off, but there seems to be some great secrets hidden in the heart.

Ye Fan knew that if it hadn't been taken care of by the envoys of the past dynasties, the fallen Eucharist line would have long since ceased to exist, and it's not easy to get to where it is today.

The Eucharistic family with a bleak future has some ancient secrets buried in its heart.

Whether it is a young broken child, or this old man who is dying, they are very sad and angry that their ancestors were blood-stained and buried in a foreign land. They firmly believe that the Eucharist is invincible.

"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked the little boy.

Yang Xi's little clothes were tattered, but at this time, an angry little tiger called out: "I firmly believe that the ancestors of the Eucharist are the strongest. If I can cultivate, if there is a person who has the blood of the sky flowing in the body in the future, I will be alone. They beat ten of them!"

Yang Yunteng didn't say anything about the battle that year, but everything was written on the old face.

Time has passed too long, Ye Fan did not delve into the various aspects of the battle, and it was difficult to change anything.

"How much I hope that the people who fought against the Eucharist survived. I don't want the blood of those people to solidify. I hope that one day I can suppress them with my own hands." Ye Fan said calmly.

But in the ears of the grandparents and grandsons, it was like a thunderbolt.

Yang Yunteng said in a trembling voice: "This...it's not possible, the years are too long, even if you stand on the top of humanity, it will not work, there will always be an old age."

When Ye Fan heard the words, he didn't refute or talk to him, he just looked up at the sky and the boundless starry sky. 【..quality novel, true quality, good novel! 】