"Little bastard, look how dare you speak harshly. ("")" A group of older children rushed forward.
This dirty child, with tattered clothes, bruises on his face, and many bruises on his body, was fierce and stubborn. Without saying a word, he fought back hard and killed two eleven or twelve-year-old children.
The beating made me scream in pain.
"Let's all come together and beat this wild boy to death. Why are our ancestors so invincible? Why don't we let him beat him to death?" Several children shouted and came forward with small wooden sticks.
The little kid punched an older kid hard and hit a big kid with a bang on his face. Blood came out of his nose and he started crying. Some kids started to want to quit. Even though they were being bullied by a group of people, they were still afraid.
I don't dare to do it again.
"What's so scary? It's just a little kid." An older child walked out, his palms glowing, and he patted the little kid. He actually knew some cultivation methods.
"Bang!"
The little boy was immediately knocked away and fell into the corner. A group of children swarmed up to him, punching and kicking him.
"I'll beat you to death because you still talk so hard. The holy body has long since declined. You still talk about it because you think it's pride."
One or two of these children have very extraordinary identities. They have successfully built a foundation on this ancient star that is difficult to cultivate, and have laid a strong foundation. Otherwise, these children would really be unable to do anything to the little bastards who are born with supernatural powers.
"Oh, I'm going to be beaten to death, stop kicking me." Suddenly, someone screamed.
A group of children immediately jumped away. Although they were shouting fiercely, they were still afraid of causing trouble and were all a little uneasy.
"It's okay, he won't die. He has rough skin and thick flesh, and is born to be a sandbag. But that's it for today. If it gets damaged, whoever goes with Cangyun to practice, the Cang family will blame us and punish us."
The group of children dispersed in a hurry, leaving only the little kid, huddled in the corner, with blood dripping from his forehead, bruises on his face, and bright eyes, like a ferocious little tiger that never gave in.
Ye Fan witnessed all this calmly. At this time, he walked into the alley, looked at him and said, "Does it hurt?"
Although the little boy was only six or seven years old, he was very alert, stood up without saying a word, and retreated to one side.
"As a descendant of the Holy Body, why was he beaten?" Ye Fan said. The latest chapter of the Holy Church
The little boy still didn't speak, his dirty little face was tense, and his childish expression showed a kind of distress. It was obvious that he was not very peaceful inside.
"Is the Holy Body very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.
"You are not allowed to despise the Holy Body Ancestor, he is very powerful and invincible!" Xiao Po Boy finally burst out, like a little tiger, with sharp eyes.
"Then why were you beaten?"
"The world has changed, I can't practice." 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 practice, no one can humiliate my ancestors."
, not even people with Heavenly Tyrant blood flowing in their bodies!"
Ye Fan knelt down, touched his head, and sighed softly. Sure enough, the little guy encountered the same problem as he did before.
His hand passed over the bruises, and a trace of sunlight flashed through. All the hidden wounds on the little boy's body were healed, and the blood stains on his forehead disappeared, and not even a scar was left.
The little boy's tense body relaxed a little, and he looked at him in confusion. He didn't know why he was so kind to heal his injuries. He was very different from the people he had seen before.
"Do you want to practice?" Ye Fan asked.
"I want to, but I can't practice, and I always fail to pass the test." The little boy was a little discouraged and full of unwillingness. He lowered his head and tugged at the corners of his tattered clothes.
"If you want, I will teach you that the suppression of the avenue and the 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."
"Do you have any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.
"There is a grandfather who has limited legs and feet and is not in good health." The little boy answered truthfully.
Just by looking at his clothes, you can tell that his family background is not very good, otherwise he wouldn't be like a little beggar, being chased and bullied by a group of children.
Ye Fan touched his limbs. The bones were very beautiful and very suitable for practicing Taoism. Then he put his palms on his chakra. It did not exceed his expectations. Just like he did back then, there seemed to be a piece of magical iron. It was difficult to
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A golden light shot out from Ye Fan's fingertips and sank into the child's body with a whoosh. The little boy suddenly screamed and his body trembled. His body began to glow, and the walls of each blood vessel were crystal clear, with wisps of golden light dots in it.
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"It's really good. There is so much golden blood in dormancy, even if it is not far away from giving birth to the first-generation holy body!" Ye Fan exclaimed.
This is a true descendant of the Holy Body. Even though a long time has passed, the Holy Blood in his body has not diminished and is still astonishingly rich, but it is hidden.
This is an atavistic phenomenon, not a true Holy Body, but if you continue to practice, you can reach the peak and transform into a Great Holy Body like the first generation the day after tomorrow.
This is really an astonishing thing. The bloodline of the Holy Body has been cut off in Beidou a long time ago. I didn't expect to meet a little kid here with such amazing potential.
The so-called inability to practice Taoism and being suppressed by the Taoism is not absolutely unbreakable for Ye Fan.
"Uncle, can you really let me practice and break through this hurdle?" The little boy was worried. Seeing that Ye Fan kept touching the bones and didn't speak, he felt very uneasy.
He raised his head, his little face was filled with a look of hope, his big black and white eyes were full of desire, and he was nervously grabbing the corners of his clothes.
"It's nothing to open the door to cultivation. The most difficult thing is to break through the curse. Back then, a senior god king washed my path with divine blood and almost cost me his life." Ye Fan was absent-minded for a while, thinking of the peerless god king Jiang Tai.
It's hard to repay this kind of kindness.
Tens and hundreds of years have passed by in a blur, and everything seems to be still before our eyes. The god king's white robe is stained with blood, and the gods are helping him to continue the path forward.
He is able to achieve what he has today because the God King in White fought for him with his life. Otherwise, I am afraid that he will always be hindered and suppressed by the Tao, and it will be difficult to achieve the results of the Tao today.
"This road is very bumpy. My predecessors shed their divine blood on me and gave me their lives to change the way forward. Now it's time for me to do something for future generations." Ye Fan said to himself.
"Uncle, can I really practice?" The little boy raised his head, his big bright eyes filled with tears, and they were about to fall out.
"You can! However, to truly break through the final shackles, you still have to rely on yourself and some opportunities." Ye Fan said, touching his head and giving an affirmative answer.
Back then, the God King in White must have reached the realm of a saint, washing the Dao Diagram with divine blood and breaking the curse of the Holy Body. However, he almost risked his life. In the end, he succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered from Dao injuries.
It can be said that there were twists and turns at that time. Ye Fan traveled far away from home. He left the Northern Territory alone and entered the ancient forbidden land. In the end, he almost died before he could earn a way out for himself.
Now, his strength is also at the saint level, so he can naturally wipe out the Dao map with blood and find a way forward for the little boy, but he doesn't know if he can avoid the hidden damage of the Dao.
This is a corner of the city, very quiet. The courtyard does not look too small, but it is dilapidated. This should be an ancient building left over from the past.
Yang Xi had never been so happy as he was today. His little face was full of excitement. He pushed open the broken wooden door with a clang and yelled: "Grandpa, I can practice cultivation."
There were several ancient trees in the courtyard with many fallen leaves. An old yellow dog barked and greeted the little boy Chen Xi, and then grinned at Ye Fan.
An old man was lame in one foot, his clothes were patched and in tatters, his hair was gray, and he was very old. He put down the barrel and walked over from the well.
Yang Yunteng was old and frail, with accumulated wrinkles on his face and old eyes that were cloudy. Pojiao came over, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Who are you?"
"Grandpa, he is a holy body, a holy body that can practice. If you give Xier the method of practice, I will be able to practice immediately. I am no longer afraid of them. No one can humiliate our ancestors. I must defeat them.
A person who has the blood of heaven flowing in his body!
The little boy shouted, very seriously, his little face flushed with excitement, his little hands clenched into fists, clenched tightly.
Ye Fan's whole body was glowing, and the golden blood in his body was like thunder, but he controlled this coercion very well and did not attack it. He just let the old man feel the unique breath of this holy body.
He was very direct, had nothing to hide, and explained his purpose. Otherwise, no matter how excited a child yelled, people would be suspicious.
The old man was stunned, and the next moment he let out a dull roar, as if he had suppressed it for many years, like an old lion, roaring sadly: "God is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God, we just want to disobey God,
After breaking through all obstacles, my Holy Body lineage can finally practice cultivation!"
He seemed to have endless depression. At this moment, he was bursting into tears, and his wrinkled face was covered with crystals.
"Back then, our ancestors died at the hands of people with Heavenly Tyrant's blood flowing in their bodies, and we refused to accept it!" He roared angrily, as if he was filled with endless oppression and aggrievement.
In the past, after the holy body died in battle, his descendants set foot on the starry sky and learned everything here. They were heartbroken and stopped forever. They settled on this ancient star and ended this journey.
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"Ancestors have long expected...the rules of heaven and earth may change, and the Holy Body lineage will become more and more declining. I never thought you could go backwards." Old man Yang Yunteng burst into tears and laughed. Years of depression made him look a little crazy.
This is a declining family, the bloodline of the Holy Body is almost cut off, but there seems to be some great secrets hidden in their hearts.
Ye Fan knew that if it had not been for the care of successive generations of envoys, the declining Holy Body lineage would have ceased to exist long ago. It is not easy to reach this point today.
The Holy Body family, which has a bleak future, has some ancient secrets buried in its heart.
Whether they are a small child or an old man in his dying years, they are very sad and angry that their ancestors were stained with blood and buried in a foreign land. They firmly believe that the Holy Body is invincible.
"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked the little boy.
Yang Xi's little clothes were in tatters, but at this moment, he was an angry little tiger, shouting: "I firmly believe that the ancestors of the Holy Body are the strongest. If I can practice, in the future, if someone with the blood of Cangtian Ba appears in his body, I will fight alone
Ten of them!"
Yang Yunteng didn't talk about the battle that year, but everything was written on his old face.
Time has passed so long, Ye Fan has not delved into the details of that battle, and it is difficult to change anything.
"How much I hope that all the people who fought against the Holy Body 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 to the ears of the grandfather and grandson, it was like thunder.
Yang Yunteng said in a trembling voice: "This... is impossible. Time is too long. Even if you stand at the top of humanity, you will eventually grow old one day."
When Ye Fan heard the words, he did not refute or talk, he just looked up at the sky and looked at the boundless starry sky.
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