The first thousand six hundred and eighteen chapters rise again
The Feixian battlefield is very unstable. A large number of people are dispatched. They belong to different camps, but at this time they all have the same goal, to find Ye Fan.
The vegetation is rich, and strange beasts are roaring one after another. This is a hilly area. A group of people and horses walk by with a chilling air. The cold leaves on the trees wither, like an autumn knife sweeping over.
They were covered in metal armor and flashed with a cold light, like a group of heavenly soldiers from the lower realm. Each one of them had great saint-level combat power, no less powerful than the most powerful men in the ancient heaven in the past.
"What is the difference between men who have made the overlord suffer? Three hundred years have passed, and many things have changed. They are no longer the same!"
A person said coldly, the iron clothes on his body clanking. Each of these people looked ruthless, had a powerful aura, and were all masters.
They come from the same camp and follow the same person. Each one of them is taciturn, like gods and demons who have broken free from the shackles of hell and been killed. They are very cold.
They are followers of Overlord. Some come from Overlord's ancestral star, while others met Hun Zhan in the star field and have followed him ever since.
In the past, Ye Fan had gone through countless battles, sweeping through the ancient roads of the human race and becoming invincible along the way. However, the battle with the Overlord was undoubtedly extremely difficult. In that battle, his blood spattered the stars and he suffered heavy losses. Throughout his life, he had not experienced many battles.
As dangerous as that, fighting until the holy blood surges.
Although Overlord was defeated in that battle, it was not a shame, it was just lagging behind. Besides, Ye Fan had touched the divine ban that time, otherwise Overlord might still have a chance.
In fact, the Overlord was definitely an unparalleled power among people of his generation, but many people only remembered that he was defeated, but ignored the inside story of that battle, which involved the forbidden realm of God.
He is a peerless fierce man who is seriously underestimated. He has great potential and qualifications in the battle for imperial supremacy. If he is given enough opportunities, being respected in the world will not be a problem.
In another area, there is a group of strong men on the open land. The black mist surges there, like a group of unparalleled demon kings appearing in the world, and there are many of them. There are already more than twenty people, which is currently more than any other camp.
Wherever they walked, birds were frightened and animals were running, and all creatures were frightened because the aura of death was too strong. The leader was a death knight. He was wearing black armor and was surrounded by mist.
"The underworld is the home of all souls, how can we lack the Holy Body..."
A cold and faint voice sounded. It was like the sigh of the god of death. It sounded like a chilling sound, full of the death wish of the undead. It seemed like it was coming from the underworld.
They come from the underworld, and only a few leaders have a master consciousness, while the other death knights are powerful war tools that were summoned and do not have a master consciousness of their own.
Of course, the imperial contender who came from the underworld did not appear in person. They were just a few of his followers. He is currently competing and secretly fighting in the Great Emperor Pass and has not yet arrived here.
In front of the majestic waterfall, there is a man wearing an upper body. His bronze body is exceptionally strong, possessing explosive power, and his eyes are full of wild brilliance.
"Three hundred years have passed, times have changed, and you, Human Sacred Body, are already old!"
With a loud bang, the waterfall reversed course. It actually flowed backwards upwards. The giant waterfall of several thousand feet fell down like this, which was simply astonishing.
Because this was not caused by magic power, but was caused by a terrible sound wave. And his blood surged like a vast ocean, and the mountains and valleys were shaking. Many mountain peaks were cracked.
This is a representative figure among the later masters. He is one of the strongest people in the past three hundred years. His name is Tuoba Mo. He is like a demon in everything he says and does. He has no taboos and is extremely powerful.
In the past, he had killed many great saints and bloodbathed the Immortal Holy Land with cruel methods and ruthless actions.
At this time, his eyes were like hawks, and his thick black hair was spread over his bronze body, making him look magical.
In front of a thatched nunnery, a young man in green clothes sat cross-legged under an ancient tree, with an ancient sword lying across his knees. He looked very otherworldly and had an aura that was otherworldly.
"It is said that you had an accident. In this case, there is no need to inform my master. Holy Body Ye Fan, you have made my master regret it for three hundred years. I searched for you all the time and couldn't find you, so I couldn't kill you with one sword. Today, I will
Fight on behalf of the teacher and let this grudge end."
He is Yin Tiande's first disciple, named Yi Ming. He has profound attainments in formation patterns, and his combat prowess is astonishing. He is extremely powerful. He once swept several ancient roads by himself.
Buzz!
The ancient sword on his knees screamed softly. Without the blessing of Taoism and magic power, it still suddenly shot up into the sky like a horse, piercing the clouds and splitting the sky. It was extremely terrifying.
"Is it really him? It's a miracle that the Supreme Being can survive the battle!"
"That's wrong, there will be no more him in the world from now on. He is just a demon, nothing more, just kill him!"
Feixian battlefield is vast, with magnificent mountains and rivers. The territory is really too big. The area Ye Fan passed by was restless, and a great turmoil began.
"Three hundred years later, if there is no more Saint Ye Fan in the world, if he dares to bear his name, he will be killed without mercy!"
The wind beast roared, and the mountains and rivers were filled with a murderous atmosphere. The large groups of men and horses were moving, and the murderous intent blocked the sun, making the battlefield almost tremble.
All the powerful forces came out and marched in one direction. Many people seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, as if they wanted to encircle and suppress an unparalleled demon lord!
Although there were various rumors that there was a serious problem with that person's health, otherwise he would not have appeared today, but the name in the past was so loud that some enemies still did not dare to be careless and were extremely cautious.
This is a group of people who are hostile to Ye Fan, either because they have grievances in the past, or because his existence blocks the way of some people, and they must be moved away forcefully.
However, from the surface, no one dared to publicly declare that they wanted to kill Ye Fan, the Holy Body. They all raised the banner of fighting for the reputation and glory of Senior Ye.
No one dares to go against the general trend. If you are really unscrupulous and dare to do that, you will be doomed to be drowned in the world's saliva in the future, and you will be stink for many years even if you don't die.
This group of people is so cold-blooded. In today's era, they dare to stand up and sharpen their knives. However, some people are also afraid in their hearts and are beating drums in the hope that the group will destroy them.
Of course, there are also many people who follow in Ye Fan's footsteps with the intention of pilgrimage. They are both excited and anxious.
Feixian battlefield is vast, and this is only a big fluctuation in the outer area, which has not spread to the deepest part of the battlefield. Only the area where Ye Fan once appeared is in turmoil.
In the next two days, Ye Fan felt a strange atmosphere. He let the blood crow land on the ground, turned around, and returned along the original path.
"Let's go." Ye Fan said to the blood crow, no longer relying on it.
"I won't leave. I didn't know if it was you in the past, but I offended you a lot. But now..." Blood Crow refused to leave.
Ye Fan shook his head. It was destined to be dangerous to follow him. Although he had lost his magic power, he still had strong intuition and felt the strange movements in the past two days.
The Great Sage Blood Crow refused to leave and was willing to become his follower. His attitude was very firm.
Ye Fan glanced at him. Without saying anything more, he stepped forward and disappeared into the mountains and the earth. There were trees, silver waterfalls, and blood crows spreading their wings, but it was difficult to see his figure in the sky.
One day later, Ye Fan formally encountered a large number of people in an open area.
Without any words, there were more than twenty riders running towards the opposite side, and the whole land was trembling. Big cracks appeared, and they were a group of death knights.
They carried a strong aura of death, as if they had come from the underworld across time and space. Their hooves rumbled, like thunder exploding, officially opening up the strange atmosphere of the day, turning a tacit understanding into a murderous calamity.
The people from the underworld were the first to arrive. They wanted to take Ye Fan away. Only the leaders had the consciousness, but the other death warriors also had the body of the Great Sage, and they were all people who died in ancient battles.
The black mist was surging into the sky, carrying an ominous and undead aura, flooding the entire open battlefield. Together with the wind and thunder, it turned into the roar of fate.
"You have already died, you will see eternity at the end of reincarnation, and the underworld is your destination!" the leading knight shouted.
Ye Fan stood there, as steady as a rock. When he saw twenty riders approaching, the ten-foot-long black halberd almost fell on his head, he started to take action.
"when!"
With a soft sound, the halberd in the hands of the knight at the front exploded to pieces, and black magical iron pieces shot out, killing many people behind him on the spot.
Ye Fan had no expression on his face as he rushed past with incredibly fast movements. He destroyed a great sacred weapon with one punch and started killing people there.
These are very powerful people. They were all great people during their lifetimes. They were all famous in a certain area. They all had great backgrounds. After death, they fell into the underworld and turned into Yin soldiers and Yin generals. They became tools of war, with copper ribs and iron bones, possessing the power of Vajra.
Indestructible body.
Unfortunately, they met Ye Fan. His body was even more powerful, like a phantom, moving left and right, incredibly fast, and his palm surpassed the most powerful holy weapon.
A moment later, Ye Fan punched through the head of the leader, using his supreme divine power to kill him one after another. There was no splash of blood, only the shattering of the body, and everything was beaten into broken bones and blood mist.
Ye Fan stood silently for a while and continued on his way. He was dressed simply and was given to him by the young man Bai Ye, and now he looked like an ascetic monk.
"I have heard that you are pretending to be Ye Fan, the heroic hero of the human race. The name and glory of your predecessors cannot be tarnished. Today, you will be crucified on a bloody cross!"
It was another encounter, this time there were a lot of people, and people from many camps gathered together, just in time to block this ancient battlefield, and completely surrounded it.
The leader was a middle-aged man holding a gun, with a fierce voice and a fierce look. He was sitting on a green unicorn beast. The gun was two feet long, making him look extremely powerful.
This is a peak great saint, one of the disciples who has no actual master-disciple relationship for the Lord of the Divine Court. He also left his name on a crystal tablet and came here.
He and a group of people are all followers of the Son of the Emperor, but the people they protect are currently in the Great Emperor's Pass and have not appeared here.
At this time, the big gun in his hand was pointed at Ye Fan's eyebrows, signaling to the people around him, with a cold look on his face, ready to attack.
No matter in the past or now, Ye Fan would not tolerate anyone pointing the Great Holy Artifact at his Immortal Platform. Even in the face of so many people, all of whom were Great Saints, he still responded strongly.
He left an afterimage on the spot, and then he took action in the midst of thousands of troops. His movements were too fast and as fierce as thunder, and he shattered the big gun with one palm.
Everyone exclaimed, this was a group of great saints, coming from many camps. Ye Fan's attack was fast and fierce, but it made everyone's heart beat violently.
The nominal disciple of the Lord of the Divine Court roared and resisted vigorously, but in vain. Ye Fan used a killing blow, his palm was like a monument in the sky, and he struck down directly.
The big gun had long since shattered, and the blow did not stop. It smashed the man's fists with a pop, and then hit his head.
Without any suspense, the Great Sage's head shattered like a watermelon, with blood splashing everywhere. Moreover, Ye Fan did not stop his hand and fell down. The green-scaled beast that bit him also turned into a puddle of flesh on the spot.
At this moment, the entire valley was silent. It was just a palm. Ye Fan fell with his palm, smashing the big gun, smashing the head of the great sage, and killing the ancient alien green-scaled beast.
This place suddenly became extremely quiet, deathly quiet.
In the distance, some people have black avenue treasure bottles rising and falling on their heads, some people have upper body parts, and some people have hegemonic blood flowing in their bodies... At this moment, all the eyes turned into a blazing divine light. {Piaotian Literature www.PiaoTian.
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