Chapter 1687

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Ye Fan wandered alone in the universe, looking up at the boundless starry sky, feeling great grief in his heart, he needs strength, and the peerless power that can fight against the Supreme, how can he break into the underworld if he is not allowed.

Several floors of the pagoda are broken, and it has been covered with dust for 500 years, and the dust still has old memories. Ximo can no longer see the former Ayu Lake, nor can it see the beautiful shadow.

Ye Fan landed on the ground, walked step by step, and searched hard. The two of them walked around the lake and listened to the bells of the ancient temple, as if they were still in front of them.

There is only rubble in front of it. The big clock has been broken for hundreds of years, and the rust is half covered in the soil. Lake Ayu has dried up and has become a Gobi desert, with only gravel.

That once peerless elegance and that figure as white as a lotus are no longer in the world, and everything has become a thing of the past. Only the wind is still there, blowing the remnants of scriptures, rattling, the broken barrels of scriptures turning, and the chaotic sounds ding-dong, worthy of the Zen singing of Buddhism.

I still remember that at dusk when the sky was full of sunset and the setting sun dyed the sacred temple red, they said goodbye, and he walked towards his own way. She said goodbye with a smile, a bright smile, but crystal tears slipped down.

"ah……"

Ye Fan stood by the Ayu Lake in the West Desert, roaring to the sky, his hair was disheveled, flying like dragons and snakes, exuding the most powerful aura.

Here, sand and rocks are flying, and the dust is like waves, hitting the shore and cracking the plateau, like a flood peak sweeping into the distance, disturbing the entire vast land.

A sad laugh, this is a kind of helpless looking back.

At the bottom of the dry lake, springs opened one after another, and the water gushed out, clear and crystal clear. After two days and two nights, it was filled with Lake Ayu. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a teardrop.

The dust of Ahan Temple has gone, and the rubble is dull and dull. Still scattered there, broken walls and ruins, unchanged, and Ye Fan didn't want to rebuild. (When you read the novel, you will go to Yezi·you~you M)

"A miracle!"

"The water of Ayu Lake has reappeared, and the gods have manifested themselves!"

On the plateau, many herdsmen run and tell each other. Gathering towards Lake Ayu together, many people wept with joy.

The land here used to be fertile, and there was no shortage of fish and rice, but since the darkness and turmoil, the spiritual veins here have been broken, and the plateau is desolate.

"Ayu Lake has reappeared, and God has blessed us again. This is the bright pearl of our plateau, and our most precious holy lake will bring us prosperity!"

Many cheered. Many old people were so excited that their eyes filled with tears, and they kowtowed step by step, coming here like a pilgrimage. Many followed suit, praying by the lake.

"Hey, that person... is so similar, he is exactly the same as the person in the painting, he is a fairy from back then!"

Suddenly, an old man in his dying years showed shock in his cloudy eyes, trembling, walking forward, he saw Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly. In my own world, looking at Lake Ayu, thinking about the past.

"Excuse me, are you the fairy from back then?" The old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned around, saw them, sighed lightly, and said nothing.

"It's him...the person in the painting!"

"Our ancestors saw him back then. He walked here with a female Bodhisattva, shed divine light and helped many people."

"Yes, that female Bodhisattva used to practice here and saved many people. Many people have her portrait in their homes."

Their ancestors lived here, and their ancestors once said that there was a female Bodhisattva who practiced here, and she was very kind to the people on the whole plateau.

Someone once saw this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. They looked like a couple of gods and immortals, which left a deep impression on the ancestors of the herdsmen.

"Is the female Bodhisattva still there?" An old man pushed away the support of his grandchildren, knelt down to thank and asked.

Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable, now he is the only one left, how should he respond? He raised his hand and sprinkled a rain of light, covering everyone, making the elderly in their dying years energetic, making the middle-aged people get rid of all diseases, and making children energetic and healthier. []

"It's the god-man of the past, the person who was with the female Bodhisattva, can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva has gone? We have been enshrining her portrait, and we are grateful for generations."

Behind, a herdsman dared to ask loudly.

Ye Fan was silent, moving his hands slowly, the ground rumbled, and the whole plateau shook. Now that his origin technique has reached the pinnacle, he can change the world, and he soon connected the underground dragon vein, and the spiritual energy gushed out.

Afterwards, he soared into the air, and with his fingers like a knife, he plowed out rivers on the ground. Soon after, the water flowed along the roads, moistening the barren land and rejuvenating it.

"The god has manifested, thank God for the gift!"

Seeing this scene, many herdsmen fell to their knees, roaring like a tsunami.

"It's not that God has eyes, it's not that there is love in heaven and earth, and don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your heart has done. I think she will do this if she is still alive. If you want to sacrifice, if you want to worship, please respect her, and remember her name—An Miaoyi!"

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded away.

In the era when Mount Sumeru was torn apart, Daleiyin Temple collapsed, Buddhism was in decline, and faith was lacking, all beings on the Ayu Plateau have always remembered this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past.

Since this day, the ruins of the collapsed Ahan Temple have been rebuilt, and the ancient temple has been built, which is once again stained with sacred brilliance by the setting sun.

The temple enshrines not the ancient Buddhas of the heavens, but only one woman, that is An Miaoyi. People pray every day, and the incense burns day by day, and the original clay statues of gods begin to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to Lantuo Temple again, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything, without even a trace. He climbed Mount Sumeru, and now the place is no longer grand and deserted. Although many strong men and preachers came from the Amitabha ancient star field, they could not compare with the atmosphere of the former number one holy place of Buddhism in any case.

Bodhi reaches the sky, all over the mountains and plains.

Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving footprints on Mount Sumeru alone, and then he traveled all the way east, across Zhongzhou, to Donghuang, looking for traces of the past.

Unfortunately, everything is like a dream. Like a dream and like electricity, they are all buried in the past.

"Miaoyi is gone..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, haunting the wilderness like a lone wolf. Being set off by the setting sun like blood is very lonely.

He wants to become stronger, he wants to reach the step of being able to fight the supreme, looking back five hundred years, the little things in the past made his heart move, boil, and his blood gradually started to flow.

"Hell. I want to break into it!"

Accompanied by a long howl, the mountains and ravines roared, and he was a comet across the sky, showing traces in many places that day.

When he found the ruins of the God City in the Northern Territory and paid homage here, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news blew across the land of the Eastern Wasteland like a hurricane.

"Ye Fan, who has disappeared for many years, is back!"

"Oh my god, it's him who came. Now the peerless master killed six or seven ancient princes, who will compete with him?"

The Eastern Wilderness shook. Countless strong men came, especially many rising monks and young strong men who had risen in recent decades were extremely excited.

"Senior, is it really you?"

"Senior Ye, please accept me as an apprentice!"

A group of people gathered around, some people bowed excitedly, some people knelt down, wanting to become his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Ye Fan's former opponents have either been wiped out, or beaten up by his disciples. His fame moves Xinghe, and naturally many people admire him.

And the achievements of that battle more than three hundred years ago cannot be denied. He was martyred with his own body, his blood splashed into the starry sky, and he died for hundreds of years. His miraculous return naturally became a legend.

Looking at these immature faces, Ye Fan thought a lot, he was so full of vigor before. He has the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, but now he finds that all his pursuits have gradually changed.

It has only been five hundred years since he built the road, and he has already had irreparable regrets in his life. It is conceivable that those great emperors who survived all battles and grew old alone have faced something. Thinking about it, they feel desolate.

Ye Fan helped up those young boys who were still a little immature, walked through the crowd in silence, and headed for the distance. How could he have the mood to accept disciples.

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. The holy places such as Wanchu and Dayan collapsed in the dark age, and only a small number of people survived. Seeing Ye Fan now, his expression was extremely complicated.

A middle-aged man with white hair like snow had a blank expression. He was the Son of Wanchu who was chosen later. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Holy Lord, they all fell into decline and retired to the world of mortals. Looking at Ye Fan, who used to be as famous as himself, but now has already moved the entire universe, he can only smile bitterly, the years are so ruthless, and too much has been buried.

One of the women had clear eyes, watching quietly, as calm as before, Ye Fan felt something in his heart, looked back, and nodded, he recognized that it was the Daoyi Saintess, who had met a few times before, and the impression was not bad.

"Brother Ye, I really have to wait and watch from afar. What I said back then about being invincible and invincible is about to come true." Beside the road, another black-haired martial man said.

He was the later Holy Master of Dayan Holy Land, and as time passed, he found that he could no longer keep up with the footsteps of that person in the past, and was left far behind.

Ye Fan turned his head, nodded in greeting, and completely disappeared from this place.

The Fengzu was still alive, and a Nine Phoenix Chariot was parked in the distance. Someone inside was watching, and he just sighed helplessly. Now, Ye Fan is a character who makes the blood of the ancient emperor have a headache. Few people can compare.

Beidou naturally has many ancient tribes, and many people came to watch, all of them were in complicated moods. When facing Ye Fan, they had to bow their heads and make way.

Ye Fan's appearance shocked Beidou, and many familiar and unfamiliar people came to meet him, including some people from the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as monks from Tianyao Palace, Yaochi and other places, and the Lord himself.

He didn't stop, and went away alone, deep into the wilderness, and there were three words echoing in his ears: "Meet each other in the next life..."

His heart was like a knife, others thought his practice speed was fast enough, but he felt that it was not enough, he still couldn't sweep the world, there is still a supreme enemy in this world!

He started to break through, the blood in his body boiled, watching the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the way is natural, the eyes and the heart are absorbed, reading the ancient emperor's scriptures, each scripture culture form, like an ancient emperor, surrounding him.

Ye Fan sits cross-legged, master of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the emperor's scriptures as companions. He wants to soar to the sky and face all enemies in the world!

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