The strong wind blew across the ancient battlefield, and the huge body of the Blood Crow carried Ye Fan away, causing a huge wave of waves. The powerful people's hearts felt the reaction, and they all stood on the mountain peaks and looked at the sky.
The figure on Blood Crow's back is not very clear, it can even be said to be blurry. He is like a rock, making people feel an unshakable toughness.
Like a meteorite crashing into the ocean, a huge uproar swept across the vast world. Some of the most powerful people in the Feixian battlefield saw it, and their eyes were astonishing.
Many people are shocked, and at the same time they are also a little confused. Is it really that person? People are not sure.
One hundred and fifty years ago, a man appeared who looked exactly like the God King in White, causing a big disturbance. It was later proven that he was not true, but had ulterior motives.
"I feel that this time it must be true. There is no reason, it is just a real feeling. This battlefield is going to be shocking!"
"Even the ancient supreme being was buried in the starry sky. How did he survive? I believe that some people will be unable to sit still. What a huge accident!"
The blood crow crossed the sky, causing the areas it passed to become noisy. No one could be calm, and many substantial eyes shot up to the sky.
Some people were shocked, some were excited, and the reactions were all different.
There were enemies and haters gnashing their teeth, and a haze arose in their hearts. The Holy Body of the human race suddenly appeared like a big mountain, and many people were breathless at once. They felt that this was definitely a difficult road to break through in the imperial road.
past peak.
Some people were so happy and even moved to tears.
In the past, darkness and turmoil swept across the world, and the achievements of the Holy Body of the Human Race cannot be obliterated. Even though some people with ulterior motives have obscured some of his glory, they still cannot block the truth.
Ye Fan shed his last drop of blood and was buried in the void of eternity, never to come back again, which infected many future generations of masters. They had never met Ye Fan, but they had heard his legend and felt in their hearts. Now they heard someone whisper,
They speculated that he might have appeared alive, so they were naturally shocked and excited. That person was a living miracle and monument to them.
A strong wind is blowing, and the ancient battlefield is very uneasy!
"I...did I get into trouble for you?" Blood Crow hesitated, his words were filled with respect and some self-blame. It passed by like this without any cover-up. It must have been seen by some of the most powerful people.
Fan's true form.
"Nothing." Ye Fan said, without joy or worry. He looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers below and the boundless territory without any expression.
Blood Crow has naturally heard of Ye Fan's past deeds. Although it is a monster and a fierce bird, it has always been arrogant and does not respect the laws of the world, but after knowing Ye Fan's identity, it also has a kind of respect.
Back then, the human race's holy body was far behind the supreme body, but like a moth to the flame, it used blood and bones to interpret fearlessness and unyielding. Fighting with the great holy body and the green bronze cauldron, the supreme blood splattered in the starry sky
, this is simply not something that ordinary people can do!
At that time, there were not many great saints in the universe, but how many people dared to sacrifice like Ye Fan, splattering the world with blood. They left with the intention of death, killing the supreme being, and they were already expected to be buried in the universe.
, but not flinching, that requires a kind of courage.
The blood crow's feathers stood up, and bursts of blood appeared, blocking the view of everyone below. It was afraid that more and more terrifying powerful men would target Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was silent and said little. Seeing the blood crow like this, he didn't say much and just let it do its thing.
The Blood Crow comes from a very distant ancient star field, too far away from the ancient path of the human race. Although they have heard about Ye Fan's deeds over the years, they don't know about his old friend.
Because the universe is so big, even if you dominate one area, or even control several star areas, it may not be known to people in more distant places.
Ye Fan is known to others because of the bloody battle three hundred years ago.
"Let me think about it, there is a man named Pang Bo, I think it has something to do with you. He is the famous great sage of our demon clan. He once killed millions of miles in a rage. More than a hundred years ago,
I made a big fuss just to kill those who slandered you."
In the end, after thinking about it, Blood Crow only mentioned Pangbo, but not in detail because the two places were too far apart, and he only heard about it a little bit.
"What happened to him?" Ye Fan was worried.
"He didn't suffer any loss. He was fierce and powerful. He killed an entire area until blood flowed into rivers, and destroyed more than one orthodoxy." Blood Crow sighed.
They headed northwest.
Behind them, violent fluctuations came from some light gates, and many powerful figures showed solemn expressions after receiving the report.
Although the news has not been confirmed, which makes people suspicious, it is worthy of vigilance. People who have fought for the Supreme survive, how terrible is it?
Not to mention anything else, the experience of that battle alone was enough to serve him for the rest of his life, leaving many strong men in silence.
If such a person really comes back alive, he will definitely block the way of many people, like a magic mountain, blocking the way and making it impossible to climb over.
There is no weak person who can come here, and he quickly thought of a question, why has Ye Fan not appeared for three hundred years? He must have paid an unimaginable price and survived with difficulty.
Maybe, he is not as scary as imagined, and it is probably a fact!
A few days passed, and the light gate stabilized, connecting the two realms, freeing many heroes with amazing origins and respecting one side from having to personally guard the light gate.
In those areas, one camp after another appeared and established mountain gates. With different sects, dozens or hundreds of great sects took root and officially established themselves here.
On a mountain peak, the light gate is stable and has already taken shape. It does not need to be suppressed or guarded. The palaces here are magnificent, like magnificent heavenly palaces. One of the main halls should have been magnificent, but at this time it was dark, like a deep breath.
Unfathomable black hole.
Faintly, you can see that there is a great vase rising and falling at the highest point of the hall. It is it that swallows up all the light and plunges the place into darkness.
And that vase, with its talismans and seals engraved on it, was simple and vast, as if it contained a world, rather than a simple vessel.
This is not a magical weapon, it is a symbol of the Taoism formed by a person who has cultivated the Tao to the extreme. Now it has taken this shape and is truly revealed here. It is so solid, like the most terrifying physical Taoist weapon.
Under the Taoist vase, there is a person sitting cross-legged. He is so terrifying. In this world, there is actually a Taoist who has not been killed, and he can form the true talisman of the Tao and turn it 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 terrifying performance.
At this moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, like two bolts of lightning, tearing through the void. In the light, you could instantly see the outline of his face, which was not clear.
His black hair is disheveled and very thick. His appearance is extremely outstanding, and his head is majestic. At first glance, he looks like an extraordinary person. He is beyond his peers.
"Is it really him?" His words were calm and calm.
"It should be true. Several people who have fought against him have experienced violent mood swings. Their abnormal reactions have been captured." There are other people in the hall, but the man under the avenue treasure bottle is the most respected.
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"How strong is he?"
"It should have nothing to do with the quasi-emperor that he didn't break through that shackle." Another person answered. They really put a lot of effort into making this judgment through the battle traces left by Ye Fan.
"Senior brother, do you need to report this to Master immediately?"
The man under the vase of the Great Dao sat cross-legged in the darkness, his eyes were menacing. After hearing this, he said coldly: "Master will have a hard battle in the Imperial Pass behind the Light Gate. We have to fight for the enlightenment and secret chapters of the Immortal Sutra, the God, Yin Tiande
, who among Zhang Bairen and others is Yi Yi, who has no time to spare in a short time."
This is where Yaoguang's lineage descends. The man in the center is Mo Wentian, Yaoguang's strongest disciple. It is said that his cultivation is chasing after Yaoguang.
"Jin Chanzi, Nine Tribulations Taoist, Overlord, the Great Holy Spirit, etc. also went back through the two-realm passage, because it is said that there is an immortal scripture that may have been left by the emperor, and has never been seen or spread in the world. It is not necessary to get it.
The combat power is unparalleled, but only by truly understanding the Emperor's legacy can one gain a glimpse of the true scripture."
"In the beginning, the emperor had not yet manifested himself, and I don't know where he is."
"Is there really no need to invite the master? That was the Holy Body Ye Fan, who shook an era three hundred years ago!" someone from the Yaoguang lineage said.
"No need!" Mo Wentian shook his head, his eyes like torches. He was so powerful that it was scary, and said: "The human race's holy body died in the battle three hundred years ago, and was buried with the supreme glory of fighting for the supreme.
In the universe, it is worthy of respect." Then, his words turned cold and said: "Three hundred years later, there will be no human race saint Ye Fan in the world, and there are people pretending to be fallen heroes. Not only us, but many people in Feixian Battlefield will do it.
Fight for the innocence and glory of Senior Ye, the heroic name cannot be tarnished, and many heroes will work hard to kill that person."
"But, he is really the Holy Body Ye Fan." Someone whispered.
Mo Wentian showed his snow-white teeth and said solemnly: "Three hundred years later, there will be no human being, Ye Fan!"
"He is very strong." Someone else said.
"But he is not a quasi-emperor yet!" Mo Wentian said coldly and ruthlessly: "The more powerful the person, the more worth looking forward to. You have to believe that many camps will use this to sharpen their own people and start a war with him. It will be very difficult."
Consciously kill him for Senior Ye!"
"I think it's better to report it to the master. He may not agree with this..." Some people objected, but they stopped after seeing Mo Wentian's indifference.
"It's a pity that Master missed the opportunity to fight with Senior Ye Fan. But Senior Ye also has a disciple named Yang Xi, who is also a Holy Body. I will fight against him and continue the battle of the previous generation. Who is weak and who is strong?
, will be reflected in the duel between me and him!" Mo Wentian said calmly and somewhat coldly, and added: "He must be on the Feixian battlefield, I look forward to meeting him, that will also be the first time that Master and Ye
The end result of senior’s battle!”
Not everyone is like Mo Wentian of Yaoguang's lineage, some rising powerhouses are now looking for Ye Fan with the mentality of pilgrimage, hoping to meet him.
"Senior Ye, where are you?"
Although some people are determined and came to fight for the imperial throne, they are now wavering. Just because of Ye Fan's appearance, they want to meet him and follow him.
However, as Mo Wentian said, there are still some people in the camp who firmly believe that there will be no Holy Body Ye Fan in three hundred years! Many people are coming from all directions to gather in a certain area. {Piaotian Literature www
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