Chapter 1617 No Eucharist

The strong wind blew across the ancient battlefield, and the huge body of the blood crow carried Ye Fan far away, causing a huge wave of waves, and the powerful people felt their hearts, and they all stood on the mountain and looked up at the sky. www.)

On the back of the blood crow, the figure is not very clear, it can even be said to be very vague. He is like a rock, making people feel a kind of unmovable toughness.

Like a meteor crashing into the vast ocean, the uproar swept across the boundless world, and some of the most powerful people in the Feixian battlefield saw it, and their eyes were astonishing.

Many people were shocked, but at the same time they were a little confused. People were not sure if it was really that person.

One hundred and fifty years ago, there appeared a man who was exactly the same as the God King in white and caused a big disturbance. It was later proved that it was not true, but had ulterior motives.

"I think this time it must be true. There is no reason, it's just a real feeling. There will be shocking events on this battlefield!"

"Even the Ancient Sovereign was buried in the starry sky, how did he survive? I believe that some people can't sit still, what a big accident!"

The blood crow crossed the sky, causing the areas it passed to be noisy, no one could be calm, and many substantive eyes shot into the sky.

Some were shocked, some were excited, the reactions varied.

Enemies and hostiles were gnashing their teeth, and there was a haze in their hearts. The human holy body suddenly appeared like a mountain, and many people were overwhelmed at once. past peak.

Some people were delighted, even moved to tears.

In the past, darkness and turmoil swept across the world, and the achievements of the Human Race Holy Body cannot be denied. Even if some people with ulterior motives covered up some of his brilliance, they still couldn't stop the truth.

Ye Fan shed the last drop of blood and was buried in the void of the ages. He never came back and infected many descendants of masters. They had never met Ye Fan, but they had heard his legend, and felt deeply in their hearts. Now hearing someone whispering, guessing that he might have appeared alive, they were naturally shocked and excited. That person was a living miracle and monument to them.

The wind blows, and the ancient battlefield is very uneasy!

"Did I... cause trouble for you?" Blood Raven hesitated, his words were filled with respect and self-blame, and it passed by like this. Without the slightest concealment, Ye Fan's real body must have been seen by some of the most powerful people.

"Nothing." Ye Fan said, without joy or worry, staring at the magnificent mountains and rivers below, looking at the boundless territory, without any expression.

Blood Crow has naturally heard about Ye Fan's deeds in the past. Although it is a monster, it is also a fierce bird. He has always been conceited and does not respect the principles of the world, but after knowing Ye Fan's identity. There is also a kind of homage.

At that time, the human holy body was too far behind the Supreme, but like a moth to the flame, it interpreted fearlessness and unyielding with blood and bones. , This is simply not something that ordinary people can do!

At that time, there were not few great saints in the universe, but there were few people who could be like Ye Fan. Dare to pay like that, splash the world with blood, go away with the heart of mortal death, and kill the Supreme, it has long been expected that he will be buried in the universe. But not backing down, that requires a kind of boldness.

The blood crow's feathers stood up, and bursts of blood energy emerged, blocking the sight of everyone below. It was afraid that more and more terrifying strong men would stare at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was silent. Seeing the blood crow like this, he didn't say much, just let it go.

The blood crow came from a very distant ancient star field, too far away from the ancient road of the human race. Although he had heard about Ye Fan's deeds for so many years, he didn't know about his old man.

Because the universe is too big, even if it dominates one domain, or even controls several star domains, it may not be known by people in more distant places.

Ye Fan was known because of the bloody battle three hundred years ago.

"Let me think about it, there is a man named Pangbo, I think it has something to do with you. He is the famous saint of my monster clan. He once killed millions of miles in a rage. More than a hundred years ago There was a lot of commotion, just to kill those who smeared you."

In the end, after thinking about it, Blood Raven only mentioned Pangbo, but it was not exhaustive, because the two places were too far apart, so it was just something he had heard.

"What happened to him?" Ye Fan was worried.

"He didn't suffer. He was fierce and powerful. He killed more than one orthodoxy." Blood Crow sighed.

They headed northwest all the way.

Behind them, there were violent fluctuations in some light gates, and many Xeon figures were reported, and they all showed dignified expressions.

Although the news has not been confirmed, it is doubtful, but it is worthy of vigilance. How terrible is it that the person who once fought for the Supreme survived?

Not to mention other things, the experience of that battle alone is enough to benefit him for the rest of his life, making many strong people silent.

It is such a person, if he really comes back alive, he will definitely block the way of many people, like a magic mountain, blocking the front and unable to climb over.

There are no weak people who can come here, and a question quickly came to mind, why hasn't Ye Fan appeared for three hundred years? He must have paid an unimaginable price and survived with difficulty.

Perhaps, he is not as scary as imagined, and it is mostly a fact!

A few days passed, and the light gate stabilized and penetrated the two worlds, freeing many heroes with amazing backgrounds and honoring one side, not having to guard the light gate in person.

In those areas, camps appeared one after another, and mountain gates were established. The orthodoxy was different, which meant that dozens of great religions took root and officially established themselves here.

On a mountain peak, the gate of light is stable and has already taken shape, so there is no need to suppress and guard it. The palaces here are magnificent, like magnificent palaces in heaven. One of the main halls should have been resplendent and magnificent, but at this moment it was completely dark, like an unfathomable black hole.

Looming indistinctly, one can see that at the highest point of the main hall, there is a vase of the Great Dao floating up and down. It is it that swallows all the light and plunges this place into darkness.

And that treasure vase, engraved with talismans and seals, is simple and vast, as if it carries a world, not as simple as a vessel.

This is not a magic weapon, it is a Dao symbol formed by a person who has cultivated to the extreme, and now it has turned into such a shape, and it is truly revealed here, it is so solid, like the most terrifying physical Taoist weapon.

Under the treasure vase of the Great Dao, there is a person sitting cross-legged. He is so terrifying, there are still Dao Xing in this world who have not been cut off and can form the True Talisman of the Great Dao. Turned into a black vase.

Obviously, this person's cultivation has reached the extreme level in a certain field, otherwise he would never have such a terrible performance.

At this moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, tearing apart the void like two bolts of lightning, and in the light, he could see his not-so-clear outline in an instant.

He has loose black hair. It is very bushy, with an extremely outstanding appearance, and its horns are tall. At first glance, it is that kind of extraordinary person, surpassing its peers.

"It's really him?" His words were calm and flat.

"It should be true. Several people who have fought against him have had violent mood swings, and their abnormal reactions have been caught." There are other people in the hall, but the man under the aquarium of the Dao is the most respected .

"How strong is he?"

"Shouldn't have broken through that shackle. It has nothing to do with Emperor Zhun." Another person replied that they really worked hard to pass the battle marks left by Ye Fan. made this judgment.

"Brother, do you need to report to Master immediately?"

The man under the treasure vase of the Dao sat cross-legged in the darkness, his eyes frightening, and said indifferently after hearing the words: "Master will have a hard fight in the Diguan behind the Guangmen, to compete for those fairy scriptures and secret chapters, Shenzun, Yin Tiande , Zhang Bairen, etc., which one is Yi Yi's generation, who has no time to clone in a short time."

This is the place where Yaoguang's lineage descended, and the man headed in the middle is Mo Wentian, the strongest disciple under Yaoguang's seat.

"Jin Chanzi, Nine Tribulations Taoist, Overlord, Dawei Holy Spirit, etc. have also gone back through the two-world channel. It is because it is said that there are fairy scriptures that may have been left by Emperor Zun, which have never been seen and circulated in the world. To get them, it is not necessary The combat power is against the sky, but only those who can truly comprehend the emperor's obsessions can get a glimpse of the truth."

"In the beginning, the emperor hasn't manifested yet. I don't know where I am."

"Don't you really need to invite Master? That's Saint Ye Fan. Three hundred years ago, it shook an era!" Someone from Yaoguang said.

"No need!" Mo Wentian shook his head, his eyes were like torches, he was so powerful that it was scary. Said: "The human saint died in battle three hundred years ago, and was buried in the universe with the supreme glory of the bloody battle, which is worthy of respect." Then, his words turned cold, and said: "Three hundred years later , there is no human holy body Ye Fan in the world, someone pretends to be a fallen hero. Not only me, but many people in Feixian Battlefield will fight for the innocence and glory of Senior Ye. The name of a hero cannot be tarnished, and many heroes will Try to kill that person."

"But, he is really Saint Ye Fan." Someone whispered.

Mo Wentian showed his snow-white teeth, and said solemnly: "After three hundred years, there will be no human saint Ye Fan again!"

"He's strong." Another said.

"But he's not the quasi-emperor yet!" Mo Wentian said indifferently, "The stronger the person, the more worth looking forward to. You have to believe that many camps will use this to sharpen their own people, and they will fight against him, and they will 'very Consciously behead him for the sake of Senior Ye!"

"I think it's better to tell the master, he may not agree to do this..." Someone objected, but they stopped talking after seeing Mo Wentian's indifference.

"Master missed the opportunity to fight with Senior Ye Fan. It's really a pity. But Senior Ye also has a disciple named Yang Xi, who is also the holy body. I will fight against him, continuing the battle of the previous generation. Who is weaker and stronger?" , will be reflected in my duel with him!" Mo Wentian said calmly and somewhat coldly, and added: "He must be in Feixian Battlefield, I look forward to meeting him, that will also be the battle between Master and Ye. The result of the first battle of the seniors!"

Not everyone is like Mo Wentian, who is in the same line of light. Some rising powers are now looking for Ye Fan with a pilgrimage mentality, hoping to meet him.

"Senior Ye, where are you?"

Although some people are determined and come here to fight for the emperor, but now they are a little shaken, just because of Ye Fan's appearance, they want to see him, and follow behind him.

However, just as Mo Wentian said, some people in other camps firmly believe that there will be no Saint Ye Fan in three hundred years! Many people are coming from all directions to gather in a certain area. RQ