Chapter 483 The Son of Yin and Yang

There was a lot of noise in Youyue City, people were talking about the state of the Holy Body, and everything about Ye Fan became the hottest topic today.

"In the end, it's still self-defeating, and now there is only the peak of the Taoist palace, and I could have looked down on the younger generation, but it's a pity..."

"All the saints can breathe a sigh of relief. Now they don't need to come forward in person, they can press the Eucharist by sending out their juniors."

"After all, he failed to defy the sky [Xian Ni], and even the peerless god king could not break the path for him. It seems that the curse of the Eucharist can never be truly broken."

Who does not believe what Wang Shenyi said, in the central part of the Eastern Wasteland, no one can surpass him in terms of medical skills, and this has become the most powerful evidence.

Almost everyone believed it, because there was nothing to doubt about it. The dignified generation of genius doctors is a great power in itself. Could it be that they still lie?

"Zhao Fa is really unlucky. He wanted to steal Ye Fan's weapon, but he forgot that he was the Holy Body. Although he killed himself and cultivated, his body has not changed."

"This guy deserves to be like this. Who told him to be so blind and want to rob people's magic weapon!"

Many people are talking about this matter, and they have few sympathizers for Zhao Fa, and at the same time they are skeptical about the Zifu Shengzi retreating without a fight, thinking that he is too cautious.

"There is a big event going to happen. The Yin-Yang Holy Son is about to enter the Youyue City. It is rumored that it has already arrived!"

On the second day, this news came out, causing a sensation. Many monks were all looking forward to it, and the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou was finally coming.

A saintly child-level figure carries the sword of yin and yang. To cut off the head of the Holy Body, it will definitely be a big storm, and there will definitely be boundless waves.

"Finally, a saintly child has taken action. Now Ye Fan is in danger. He is no longer the power he had half a month ago. Any saintly child is enough to suppress him."

"The Yin-Yang Sword is a secret treasure that can split the sky and the ground. It has infinite power to cut mountains and seas, and even if the Holy Body is unharmed, it may not be able to block it.

All the monks in Youyue City were discussing, waiting for this big wave to happen, but there was news that Ye Fan and the others had left the ancient city.

"The Holy Body is gone. Is he finally afraid? His cultivation is not as good as he is, and he really can only avoid it."

"Unfortunately, the world [covers the sky] is huge, but there is no place to hide. Unless the peerless god king returns, no one can save him."

Everyone knows the power of Yin Yang religion. It can be compared with the immortal dynasty of Zhongzhou, and it will never be under the Holy Lands of the Eastern Wasteland. Their saintess were beheaded in the Eastern Wasteland, and it is impossible to let it go.

Ye Fan and the others did leave Youyue City, and they headed north slowly along the way, preparing to go to the holy cliff close to the Northern Territory.

"I said, Little Ye Ye, aren't you the one who wants to destroy the Yin-Yang Sect? Why don't you wait for them to arrive?" Li Heishui asked.

"I don't commit people if they don't commit me. We have always kept a low profile and won't be as arrogant as them." Ye Fan smiled.

"Dig a hole and wait for people to jump in it, and you are really black-hearted." Li Heishui said with contempt.

"You can't say that, I really want to stay calm and don't want to cause big trouble. The key is to see if they want to kill me or not." Ye Fan smiled.

"The ancient killer of the gods, how come there are still people in the world!?" The big black dog muttered, it wished that all the great forces would jump out, and then all of them were slapped to death by the old lunatic.

Ye Fan glanced at the old madman behind him, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought of a certain possibility. This "god" has been silent, will he make a move at a critical moment?

Thinking of this, he beat a drum in his heart, always taking the old madman's combat power into account. At the moment of life and death, if this "god man" was unmoved, it would be too late to cry at that time.

"Senior, we went all the way to the Holy Cliff to find the Nine Secrets, and we may encounter a lot of trouble. Please help us at the critical moment!"

The old madman is majestic, with black hair and a shawl, covering his bronze face, only a pair of empty eyes are vaguely visible, very silent and quiet, without any expression.

"Godman, you will have to take action when the time comes." The black dog was also agitated, thinking of the key issue, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Uncle, will you protect us, okay?" Xiao Nan Nan pulled the old maniac's trousers, raised her pink face, looked at him hopefully, and called for Ye Fan.

The old lunatic didn't say anything, just glanced at her, still like a piece of wood, everything in the world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"He actually escaped, I am really disappointed, the Holy Body is nothing but a coward!" In Youyue City, Yin Ji Shengzi sneered.

The onlookers were horrified, and felt a kind of avenue of energy, black and white Dao forces lingering around him, like the chaos when the sky was open.

The Son of Yin and Yang is tall and tall, with a face like a crown jade, wearing a purple-gold crown, black hair shawl, and a black and white holy sword on his back, as unfathomable as the deep sea.

"They went all the way north, and now it's too late to catch up." Some people were afraid that the world [covering the sky] would not be in chaos, so they reminded them through voice transmission.

"He can't escape from my palm. This time I came to Donghuang to cut off his head. The Yin-Yang Sacred Sword won't return without drinking blood!" .

Then, he rose into the sky, and his whole person turned into a yin and yang map, imprinted in the void, like light like electricity, and disappeared into the northern sky in the blink of an eye.

"This yin and yang holy son is terrifying, the body is in harmony with the Tao, this kind of extreme speed is rare in the world [covering the sky]!"

"Worthy of being the Holy Son of the Supreme Sect of Zhongzhou, it seems that he is only on top of my Holy Son in the Eastern Wilderness, not below them!"

Many people felt awe-inspiring in their hearts, and they all felt the terrifying heritage of Zhongzhou, and everyone in the sect was like this, and the leader-level figure could be imagined.

"Follow, let's go take a look"

"Yes, such a big event can't be missed!"

All the monks in Youyue City chased after them, wanting to witness the upcoming battle, many people felt that the Holy Body was much less fortunate.

Finally, they caught up with Ye Fan and the others 5,000 miles away. This place was not far from a city, but it was still in the wilderness.

"Ye Fan, accept your fate!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son roared, and the Yin-Yang map that was formed cut off the road ahead, and the void collapsed!

"brush"

With a flash of light, he emerged, blocking the front, with his hands on his back, standing proudly in the void, looking down at Ye Fan and the others, filled with murderous aura.

"This yin and yang saint is very powerful, and the body and the Tao have chased down like this, and ordinary saints can't do it!" Li Heishui was shocked.

"Are you here to take my life?" Ye Fan stood on the wasteland, looking up at the sky, his voice was flat.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered contemptuously and said, "I originally wanted to cut your head with the holy sword, but you have become a waste..."

"Since you're not here to kill me, please leave." Ye Fan interrupted his words.

"If I use the holy sword I taught to kill you again, I'm really afraid that your blood will stain it. This sword will not kill the unknown soldiers in the secret realm of the four extremes." The Yin-Yang Holy Son sneered again and again, looked down at Ye Fan, and said coldly: "I directly Just kill you!"

"Wang..." The big black dog couldn't hear such words the most, and shouted: "Why are people pampering you, this emperor will destroy you in a while!"

The people of Youyue City arrived one after another at this time, and when they heard the words of a dog, they suddenly became a little dizzy.

The Son of Yin and Yang is a top master of the younger generation, with a prominent status, surrounded by people like stars and sticks in the moon in Zhongzhou, and he is on an equal footing with the heirs of the immortal dynasty.

However, at this time, a big dog is clamoring to let him be a pet, which is really unbearable.

"Why is this dog still alive? Damn, I heard about him when I was in the Northern Territory, and he is more famous than the Eucharist"

"That's right. The legend of the evil dog in the Northern Territory refers to it!"

"A dog who doesn't know whether to live or die, skin you in a while!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son's expression was icy, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Little Leaf has already sent your saint on the road. As a saint, do you want to be reunited with her?" Li Heishui's mouth has always been unforgiving.

"Ignorant idiots, you are screaming when you are about to die, you don't know whether to live or die!" Silently, two old men appeared beside the Yin-Yang Holy Son, full of contempt, and glanced at Ye Fan and the others.

"Who are you talking about, the immortal?" The big black dog bared his teeth.

"Broken, these are two great elder-level characters, and their strength has reached the eighth level of Dragon Transformation!" Li Heishui whispered, taking a deep breath.

"Ignorant junior, you know too late, none of you want to live today, wash the dust of our road with your blood!"

The eyes of the two old men were stern, their white hair fluttering, like two old lions, staring at the weak prey, showing a sneer with snow-white teeth.

The powerhouse of the Eighth Heaven of Transforming Dragon, Ye Fan is absolutely unable to fight, the difference between the realms is too much.

"Isn't your half-step great power, or even the real great power, also here, why can't you see him?" Ye Fan asked.

"You ignorant little beast, are you still worthy of a few high-ranking elders to deal with you?" An old man sneered contemptuously.

Several Supreme Elders of the Yin-Yang Sect with very few lifespans did indeed come to the central part of the Eastern Wasteland, but they did not show up at the scene, and felt that killing these people would humiliate their identities.

"Uncle..." Xiao Nan Nan timidly shrunk her mouth, raised her head, grabbed the old lunatic's trousers and shook it gently.

"Everything is because of this little girl, otherwise the saint will not die, and she can't let her go and be taken back to be a slave!" Another old man's eyes were cold.

The Yin-Yang Holy Son strode forward, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I'll cut off the Holy Body first, and I'll deal with them later."

"If you want to kill me, I wonder if you have that ability." Ye Fan said calmly.

"Since you're half useless, I'll kill you with one hand!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son stretched out his left hand, pitch black as ink, and said, "Crush the scales into flesh!"

Ye Fan walked up to the sky step by step, making this world tremble, golden blood and energy [Xian Ni] rushed up, like a real dragon rushing out!

His hair was black, dancing in a mess, his eyes were as bright as stars, his whole body was boiling with energy, like an immortal holy spirit, as if he was walking step by step from the ancient land, people couldn't help but shudder.

"Death to waste!" The Yin-Yang Holy Son shouted, and his left hand, which was as black as ink, was covered like a dark cloud.

"boom!"

The whole sky was darkened, and the terrifying energy made many people fall to the ground softly, as if an unparalleled demon king was born, and the world collapsed!

"boom!"

At the same time, Ye Fan also shot, his left hand, like a black jade, evolved into the extreme yin god point in the Tai Chi God Picture!

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