Chapter 1622 Return

The battlefield was clear, the blood mist drifted away, only one Ye Fan stood in the field, all the enemies fell, and no one dared to attack the front.

This is a blood-stained place, with tattered flesh and bloodshot white bones everywhere. The scene looks terrible, like a killing field in hell.

Even those who came here with a heart of pilgrimage trembled. The prestige of Ye Fan, the saint of the human race, was indeed earned. Three hundred years have passed, and even if the Taoism is lost, only the body remains, and it is still inviolable!

Except for the three people who were trampled on the ground, all the great saints who came to encircle him were beheaded, iron-blooded and ruthless, which made people awe-inspiring. Back then, he could give up his life to fight the Supreme, and protect the safety of one side, and now he can also behead those who were once protected, fiercely and decisively.

"cough……"

Mo Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and his whole body was in severe pain. Not only was the vase of the Dao that he formed with Dao deeds crushed and burst by Ye Fan, but even his bones were broken.

This result was a catastrophe for him, and even more a shame, how could he survive? The other party will never spare him.

Yi Ming was covered in blood, his body was almost pierced, the dragon sword mixed with feathered lapis lazuli was shattered, and the fragments shot into his own body, bloody all over his body.

Among the three, Tuoba Mo was the most annoyed, growling continuously, with the light of a beast flashing in his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't move, at this moment he was like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Many pilgrims didn't know how Ye Fan would deal with these three people. Some people shouted, just kill them, so as not to leave future troubles.

Ye Fan looked down at these three people, and then shook his head to the people in the distance. He didn't want to kill these three people now, but this indifference expression fell into the eyes of Mo Wentian, Yi Ming, and Tuoba Mo. As if being cut by a knife, his face was burning and painful.

Ye Fan's demeanor made them look ugly, because he didn't take them seriously at all, and didn't take them seriously at all, not afraid of their backlash.

Tuoba Mo was furious. He acted unscrupulously and was a devil-like character. At this time, his blood was boiling naturally, and he felt that he had received a great humiliation.

Mo Wentian's face was also livid, the other party's indifference came from the heart when he looked at them, but this was the greatest contempt for him.

They were very unwilling and unhappy, Ye Fan's mouth was full of indifference. It makes them feel humiliated and tormented. They are the arrogance of this era. How long ago were they looked down upon like this?

Ye Fan was standing in front of them. They lay on the ground in such an embarrassing posture, their heads touching the ground, not far from his feet. There is a fire burning in my heart.

"Ye Fan, so what if you come back, without the dharma fragments, you will lose hope of winning the battle ahead, this is your sorrow and misfortune!" Mo Wentian said coldly.

At this moment, he could only expose his wounds and hurt Ye Fan in this way, in order to save his poor face at this time, crawling at the other party's feet, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a knife.

"Do you finally know who I am?" Ye Fan said coldly.

Then, he raised his foot and tapped lightly on the ground. The three of them seemed to be struck by lightning, they were all bounced up, and stood on the ground again, but they staggered a little.

The three of them are rebellious, Mo Wentian's eyes are cold, while Mo Wentian's eyes are full of wild danger, and Yi Ming's expression is cold.

Even in such a situation, he did not give in, and even looked at Ye Fan provocatively. to express their toughness. He refused to bow his head.

For this, those strong men who came with a pilgrimage were all angry. Rebuked loudly, more and more people gathered, much more opponents than Ye Fan killed.

Ye Fan smiled, as if looking at a child, and glanced at the three of them. This look and expression made them all clenched their fists.

However, the next thing that made them hate even more happened, Ye Fan kicked their butts one by one, making them all fly.

"Ye Fan!"

The three of them went crazy, this is really like treating a little kid who made a mistake, Ye Fan actually kicked their ass, the pain on the bone was far less than the shame and anger on his face.

Who are they? They are all great sages, and they are the most powerful young people in the past three hundred years. And right now, being kicked in front of so many people is worse than breaking their bones.

Everyone in the distance was also a little dazed, and then they all laughed, this kind of punishment is really special, thanks to Ye Fan can do it.

Just now everyone was still trembling, the blood and bones in the field made people feel creepy, never thought that Ye Fan would give them such a cold humor in a blink of an eye.

"You...don't come here!"

Tuoba Mo went crazy, wheezing, staring at Ye Fan who was coming, and kept backing up, his face was full of fear, because it was obvious that Ye Fan hadn't kicked enough yet, and here he is again.

"Aw..." The demon-like man was in pain and embarrassment. He was kicked on the ass by Ye Fan again and flew up, making a sound like a howling wolf.

Mo Wentian changed color, he was the next one, Ye Fan walked towards him again, his face was blue and white, his eyebrows were erected, shame and anger were written on his handsome face, and he said: "You...can't Do this to me!"

"boom"

As a result, there was a heart-rending pain in his buttocks, and he was kicked on his buttocks like flying through the clouds, and flew up.

"Don't, don't come here!" Yi Ming is a very handsome man. He usually has a dusty temperament, and I don't know how many girls have broken their hearts, but today he is in a panic, first fiercely, then angry, and now It was because of fear that he yelled.

It's a pity that it's useless for the three extremely strong men to roar. Looking at the Feixian battlefield, they are all masters who can dominate one side, but at this moment they are very helpless, very "miserable", and get kicked in the ass.

It is unimaginable that the three-hundred-year-old Dasheng was kicked by an adult like a disobedient child.

"Ye, I'll fight with you!" Yi Ming couldn't bear it at first, but it was useless at all, what should be done or what should be done.

In the end, Ye Fan had a faint smile on his lips. After a kick, he finally stopped his feet. The three of them grinned, especially Mo Wentian and Tuoba Mo. This look made many people laugh.

The majestic saints, the three most powerful men ended up like this in the end, got kicked in the ass, and then calmed down.

This made people feel a little absurd, pointing and laughing at them.

people feel. Senior Ye's heart is not old, it should be said that he is very young, and he would actually do this. Three hundred years later, his behavior style has not changed much.

This battle ended like this. There were countless corpses lying on the battlefield, leaving a lot of blood and bones. Ye Fan thanked everyone for their help, but he did not accept their follow.

Some people still insisted on following. Unwilling to leave, I was extremely excited, and asked him for advice, and even asked about the experience of the First World War.

Those are too far away for them, and the shopping with the ancient supreme is like a memorabilia in the age of mythology.

finally. Ye Fan lectured on the scriptures and Dharma, talked about his experience in practice, and talked about some of the past wars, but in the end he didn't let these people accompany him.

He lost the fragments of the way of law, and needs to be alone, find a way to crack it, and embark on a brand new path of his own. Moreover, he does not want these people to lose their ambition to strive for success because of him, and his road ahead is full of thorns and dangers. Don't want them to be involved.

However, there are still three people following him, which is not within the scope of Ye Fan's concern. When he thinks alone, he can ignore them and treat them as air.

And the existence of these three people was only used as coolies temporarily for him to open mountains and dig ancient caves.

In Feixian Battlefield, since ancient times, it is unknown how many heroes have died. Their blood and souls, their treasures, and their indelible avenues have been branded into many talismans, which are branded on mountains. Many caves were formed. Worth exploring.

The most precious ones are the ancient scriptures, the blood crystal marrow that can last forever in the world, and the various miracles left by the ancient emperors. Search this place with all your heart. can be found.

Ye Fan already knew some things about the old man. Three hundred years had passed, and there was no bad news. As for the details, he was relieved.

"The vitality of the Ji family and the Jiang family was greatly injured. They suffered a lot in that battle, but they were respected by all ethnic groups and became a sacred place. No one would risk the world to find trouble with them."

"A great religion called Heaven, full of vitality, spreads in a star field."

This was added by the three coolies. Hearing this, Ye Fan looked a little dazed and nodded. Now he is not in a hurry to find his old friend.

Now that he has appeared, this shocking news is destined to be spread, and I believe that he will be able to meet those people soon.

Ye Fan built several thatched huts at the foot of each mountain, surrounded by mountains and rivers, this place has beautiful scenery, and he began to study his future path again.

Obviously, his appearance could not calm this place down. Those who insisted on following him practiced nearby and never stayed away.

As for Mo Wentian, Tuoba Mo, and Yi Ming, they were digging every day. According to Ye Fan's instructions, they excavated many mountain peaks with talisman seals, splashing sweat. Then, he dug into the depths of the stratum to collect blood crystals.

The Emperor Guan was boiling, and the news caused an uproar when it was sent back. Almost no one believed that Ye Fan was still alive in the world after three hundred years of the dark and bloody chaos.

"Go and have a look, go around!"

In Diguanzhong, no matter how fierce the secret battle is, no matter how hard it is to escape, many people can't sit still after hearing the news, and want to go to the Feixian battlefield to see it and verify it for themselves.

Of course, there were also some people who were very calm. Although they were shocked when they learned about it, their eyes quickly darkened. They didn't act immediately, but waited quietly.

In the Feixian battlefield, light gates shone one after another, and figures walked out one after another. There was a strong and powerful aura pervading many areas, and it was obvious that some human beings had never been cut.

This is a shocking big wave, and it also indicates that a shocking catastrophe is about to erupt. Ye Fan's return makes many people restless and deeply worried!

Many peerless powerhouses have come, and they have been powerful in the world for three hundred years, and they are all in the sky. Over the years, they have created an invincible reputation!

Some are Ye Fan's acquaintances, some are people who have heard of the prestige but have never seen it in the past, one after another descended on the battlefield of Feixian.

People guessed that fighting would be inevitable no matter what, because some were Ye Fan's mortal enemies, and now he was in the weakest state, which was a rare opportunity!

"Master, I'm coming!" At this moment, a loud roar shook the mountains and rivers, and a figure in the distance rushed like a dragon, smashing all obstacles.

"If you want to see my teacher, pass me first, who dares to fight with me?!" The visitor shouted loudly, shaking the sky, his echo echoed from the sky and the earth, and there was an invincible aura rushing towards him.

"It's him!" Everyone's heart sank, they were extremely afraid, and all of them showed serious expressions. (to be continued)