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The first thousand six hundred and twenty-five chapters

"My Buddha is merciful, and the master is here. Boy, don't run away, come with me to guard the mountain gate." Huahua showed great power, and the Tao method he performed was very special. Lotus flowers grew from his mouth, and one after another flew out,

The pieces are clear and shining, directly crushing the void in front of them.

Everyone was in a daze, and even more surprised that this bald man could actually perform this kind of Taoist technique here without being suppressed.

"I am the only one in heaven and on earth. I am not bound by evil obstacles. I am here to save you."

From Huahua's mouth, lotus flowers flew out one after another, suppressing it and moving forward. The opponent who was hit staggered, covered in blood, and could not bear it.

This method is very special, but in the eyes of the opponent, he is undoubtedly a bastard. There is no reason for him to be able to squander his Taoism like this on the Flying Immortal Battlefield. If he leaves here, how deep will his Taoism be? Just think about it.

It makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Huahua was the first to deal with her opponent and suppressed him. Then she glanced forward and stared at the next person. It turned out to be a Buddhist nun from the Amitabha Ancient Star Territory.

"Hey, you bald girl, how dare you come to challenge my master, you are violating the precepts, wait until the poor monk comes to catch you!" He held the purple gold alms bowl, and covered it with the top of Mount Tai.

"Boom!"

Thousands of rays of Buddha's light, the alms bowl turned into a sky, overwhelming the sky and the earth, covering that place.

"You foul-mouthed boy, you are a scum of the Buddhist sect and you are not worthy of being a disciple of Buddhism." The nun said coldly, holding the demon-conquering pestle in hand, and she was the bravest one, and she actually came to fight at close range.

"The poor monk is a Buddhist in the heaven. Unlike you, you are a bald woman and you are too murderous. You are not upright and you are not worthy of becoming a Buddha." Huahua said boldly.

Everyone was speechless. Aren't you bald?

No matter how you look at it, you feel that Ye Fan, a disciple, has too much earthly aura, as if he was raised by bandits. If it weren’t for the shadows of ancient Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanting sutras behind him, people would never think that he is a human being.

Monk.

"when!"

The magic pestle and the purple gold alms bowl collided together, and bursts of Buddha light burst out. Two giant Buddhas vaguely appeared, confronting each other.

The Tao of Amitabha and Sakyamuni are in conflict. They are similar but different Tao. They are connected with each other, but they are also in opposition, and a violent explosion occurred.

"What a powerful way!" People exclaimed.

"Master, you can't do it. Let's follow Brother Buddha's way and surrender to you!" Huahua didn't have a formal shape. After a loud shout, tens of thousands of flowers flew out of his head. Each one is a kind of way, and each one is a great way.

After blooming, there is a flower sitting in the middle. This makes people feel weird.

What kind of skill is this, and why is it a bit like the ruthless emperor's single thought that flowers bloom and rule the world? But there are some differences, some differences.

"Master, I'm here!"

Huahua screamed, and above his head, tens of thousands of flower buds bloomed, and hundreds of thousands of them rushed forward together. It seemed that all of them had magic power and Taoism.

At this moment, not to mention that the master was shocked, his face turned pale, and he quickly retreated. Even the heroes were frightened. What kind of skills did this kid practice?

The ruthless emperor's technique is beautiful. At that moment, there will be thousands of crystal petals flying, endless incarnations, everywhere in the world.

But his technique was so different that he hatched tens of thousands of himself directly from the flowers. One after another they rushed towards each other.

Tens of thousands of bald heads were howling and shouting, each using their magic power and taking action together. The momentum was truly astonishing!

The nun was frightened and took action with all her strength. The fire of Buddhist karma swept across the sky in an instant. Many figures were blurred and turned out to be phantoms, but they could be confused with the real ones.

"when!"

However, not all the figures were fake. One of them had extreme combat power, and he rushed over with his real body and suppressed the nuns together.

In addition, there were a bunch of figures with weak fighting power, and they rushed forward, so that the nun was so frightened that she couldn't tell the real ones from the fake ones.

"Bang"

Finally, a seemingly inconspicuous figure suddenly showed off his power, his strength skyrocketed, and he held an alms bowl and hit the nun on the back of the head while she was fighting with the real body of Hua Hua and the Tao body, making her laugh very cheaply.

Although the nun was suppressed and put into the alms bowl, she was still full of resentment and almost cursed this monk with a gangster temperament.

"You are still far behind in fighting against Buddha. I don't even think about how many people's skills I have integrated to create such an invincible secret technique." Huahua chuckled and looked at the inside of the alms bowl in her hand.

"you……"

"Let me tell you, this is the Supreme Skill of the Eight Desolations. It combines the flower blooming of the ruthless emperor, the tens of thousands of years of transformation of the holy emperor, my master's Taoist body, and the power of Buddhist faith to create a golden body. You will lose.

It’s not bad, it’s not bad.” He weighed the alms bowl in his hand and said.

Obviously, the figure who sneaked up on the nun in the end and smiled very cheaply was made by him with the power of faith. In the hands of other eminent monks, it must be majestic and merciful, but in his hands, it turned out to be so wretched.

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"This...is also a disciple of Senior Ye? His style is not very similar."

"The styles are so different. Why is this bald head so different?"

"If you knew that he was raised by the dog named Black Emperor, and that he was taught his childhood values ​​by that unscrupulous Taoist priest who specializes in digging up people's ancestral graves, you wouldn't have any doubts."



Everyone murmured and looked at him with strange eyes.

On the other side, the battle between Yang Xi and Overlord has reached a fever pitch. In the final stage, when the nine gods of Heaven and Blood appear, the sky and the earth will be eclipsed.

Not to mention everyone else, even Ye Fan's eyes became sharp, staring at the battlefield, paying close attention, and walking forward step by step.

boom!

The aura of creation filled the air, and the nine divine forms collided with the vision of the Holy Body. In the final stage, a terrifying light erupted.

The place was completely destroyed, two figures flew up, and the Overlord stepped out. There was still blood dripping from his right hand, but there were no injuries elsewhere.

Yang Xi, on the other hand, was covered in blood, staggering, and fell far back, but he was smiling, not at all depressed, and said: "The Overlord is indeed strong enough!"

He was seriously injured, but it was not serious. He was supported by the Overlord's most powerful secret technique, and his face was full of confidence and brilliance.

The Overlord's face was as dark as water, and his heart was extremely furious. This was just a disciple of his enemy, and he actually blocked his nine divine forms and never died.

This was a powerful blow to him!

But Yang Xi could obviously fight again. He quickly repaired his injured body with the user's secret, reattached the broken bones. His flesh and blood healed, and he was once again alive and well.

Seeing this scene, Overlord's face became even more gloomy. The Overlord Fist was stolen from his soul by Ye Fan back then. This was a great shame and humiliation for him!

"Junior, go to hell!" Purple gas suddenly evaporated from the Overlord's right palm, and the blood all over his body condensed there. The purple blood boiled, then turned red, and gathered between his five fingers. He turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Yang Xi.

The palm of the hand has faded away from purple and is bright red. It is the essence of Cangtian Ba's blood. It can be called "true blood" and it is said to be able to kill gods.

Everyone was surprised. The Overlord came all the way to fight with blood. He once tore many great saints apart in the starry sky with his bare hands and bathed in the divine blood. He stepped on too many bones under his feet. Some of the most powerful enemies died under the pure blood of the sky.

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Ye Fan moved, like thunder, arriving in an instant and cutting off the overlord's path.

"boom!"

Ye Fan punched out and hit the bright red palm, causing riots in the world. The sky exploded and the earth sank. Even if there is a magic circle to protect the place, it can restore the place to its original state, but it cannot be stopped now.

This kind of destructive power destroys everything.

When the last light faded away, Overlord and Ye Fan stood opposite each other. His right hand was broken, bright red blood flowed all over the ground, and he staggered backwards.

Ye Fan stood there, as steady as a rock, and his fingers were crystal clear. Not a single bit was damaged.

Everyone gasped, there was no need to say anything about this result. After three or four hundred years, the Overlord was once again defeated, and still defeated!

For three hundred years, although Ye Fan was in a daze, his physical body has been transforming. After fighting for the Supreme in the Life Restricted Area, he exploded. Over the years, the physical body has been reorganized and tempered. It is a terrifying sublimation.

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"Master, I can handle it." Yang Xi mumbled and protested in a low voice.

The golden color of his right palm receded, and half of the palm was bright red, but it did not cover the whole palm. It was obviously the true blood essence of the Holy Body!

"You are still young, you don't need to fight like this." Ye Fan said.

Obviously, if they really want to face each other, Yang Xi will suffer heavy losses, and even if his life is safe, his vitality will be greatly damaged. Ye Fan is here, and naturally he will not sit back and watch his disciples fight.

"Ten years, another ten years, I will be able to fill my palms with bright red blood. By that time..." Yang Xi stared at the Overlord with bright eyes.

Everyone was shocked and felt Yang Xi's strong fighting spirit. He had turned the Overlord into an opponent and wanted to defeat him in ten years.

"Master, I want to ask you to let him go again. In ten years, the disciple is willing to fight with him!" Finally, he expressed his true feelings.

The Overlord's eyes had already darkened and his body was a little rickety. The defeat just now was a huge blow to him. However, after hearing Yang Xi's words, he stood up straight in an instant, and his eyes shot out endless awe.

Murderous intent!

"Master, I'm eager to fight against someone of Cangtian Ba's bloodline!" Yang Xi said again.

Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded after being silent for a moment and agreed to his request.

"I have never lost my fighting spirit. When the Heavenly Tyrant Blood reappears, it will make the whole world tremble!" Overlord roared, Huo turned around and walked away. With every step he took, his breath became stronger.

Finally, when he was about to disappear, he directly tore the void apart.

The overlord went crazy and ran away!

However, since then, he is no longer regarded as a rival by Ye Fan. This is the greatest tragedy for him. Ye Fan is looking at the person who is the ancestral star of Ba Ti in the distance.

On the other side, the battle between Ye Tong and Huoling Cangyan will also come to an end, and the place is filled with flames.

After all, Huo Ling used the forbidden secret method. It was a terrifying magic light, black and frightening. This was an extremely terrifying flame he had collected, called Taiyin Fairy Fire. It was not a blazing fire, but a cold firework.

As soon as it appears, it will freeze and crack human bones.

Everyone was extremely horrified. They never expected that Huoling Cangyan would find such a legendary flame from the mythical era. It was really shocking!

This lunar fairy fire is obviously fatal to the body of the sun, so it should be restrained!

Cang Yan was bleeding all over, and he stripped this flame from his sealed body, turned it into a weapon, and shot it out, causing him to pay a heavy price.

However, Ye Tong had a sneer on his lips and was not afraid at all. He typed eighteen ancient characters in an instant and sealed Gao Tian.

The first nine ancient characters are the nine emperor characters in the ancient Taiyang Sutra, while the last nine ancient characters are the nine talisman seals in the Taiyin Mother Sutra. The two are complementary and mutually reinforcing, directly suppressing the Taiyin Immortal Fire.

Seal and collect the past.

"What, you are the body of the sun, and you also practice the Taiyin Ancient Sutra?!" Cang Yan was shocked.

"You are too ignorant. My aunt is the body of Taiyin. We once exchanged ancient scriptures to practice!" Ye Tong sneered.

Cang Yan's expression was extremely cold. He didn't expect that he had miscalculated. However, he was not afraid. The real Taoism was much higher than that of Ye Tong, but he was just restrained. He decided to use his trump card, not wanting to waste time, and in an instant he sacrificed a weapon.

It's a big killer, it's a forbidden weapon!

His heart was bleeding, and he felt that this was too wasteful. This was a magical weapon that he had smelted all the magical materials in recent years, and could only be used once or twice.

This is a picture scroll, clattering, overwhelming, and not suppressed by Feixian battlefield. This is one of Fire Spirit Cangyan's trump cards.

This weapon is so powerful that it shatters the vacuum, carries traces of all the heavens, and presses downwards. For any great sage, if he is not prepared, it will be a disaster.

In this divine picture, the blue flames have sealed the souls of more than a dozen great saints. With their Tao and Dharma, once it breaks out, everything will be killed.

Unfortunately, the result once again made him despair, wisps of emperor-level fluctuations shook out, and Ye Tong held a golden scepter in his hand, swinging towards him!

This is the scepter of heaven, a most powerful quasi-imperial weapon!

Three hundred years ago, during the most powerful dark turmoil in history, almost all imperial weapons were blown to pieces, damaged, or completely disappeared, making it impossible to see them again.

Since then, the Quasi-Emperor Weapon has become the most powerful weapon in the universe, and when it appears now, it undoubtedly has a powerful deterrent effect.

If Cang Yan did not use the forbidden weapon and continued the fierce battle, he would have a great chance of winning, but he did not want to be embarrassed, did not want to continue fighting with a junior, and wanted to end the battle quickly.

Ye Tong naturally directly used the quasi-emperor weapon, the golden scepter of heaven to smash the divine picture, and then smashed the fire spirit blue flame, causing his soul to die.

"How could this happen?" Cang Yan trembled, his body was broken, and the last ray of light of the soul gradually extinguished. He did not expect such a result.

In this world, he is so powerful, he has lived his whole life and acted proudly, but he ended up with such a result.

There is no suspense anymore, a generation of fire spirits died like this!

When the battle ended, everyone was shocked.

Ye Fan's three disciples are too powerful. Ye Tong fights with Fire Spirit Cangyan, Huahua suppresses several powerful enemies, and even the youngest disciple Yang Xi is almost on par with the Overlord. He can stand alone and make people tremble. {Piaotian Literature www

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