Ye Fan defied heaven and returned, but before he could burst out with a more brilliant emperor's light, he left again. In people's eyes, the glory that belonged to the Holy Body had come to an end.
Three hundred years ago, when he became famous, he fought against the Supreme Being in the restricted area of life and died of blood. However, his brilliance cut through time and space for three hundred years and illuminated an era. He survived, but it was also the trough of life's ups and downs.
, had a hidden illness in his body, and today, three hundred years later, he faded away and retired.
This marks the end of an era belonging to the Holy Eucharist!
This is the view of many people. Living is already considered a defiance of the heavens. What else can be done to fight with God to regain the perfect fighting body that is expected to transform into the emperor's body?
"What a pity!" This was people's final sigh.
Many people are afraid of him and wish he would fall immediately, while many people respect him and hope he reaches the top. Such a result makes most people sigh.
In any case, Holy Body Ye Fan has been strong throughout his life. He has never been defeated when facing the masters of his generation. He has a truly invincible past. He is famous in the universe and has left an indelible mark on this era. There was a period of time that only belonged to
he!
After he left, a strong wind blew up, and blood splattered on the Imperial Road. The battle at the Imperial Pass in the Nine Heavens officially entered the realm of terror, becoming more and more fierce, and the battle on the Imperial Road will continue.
From this day on, Ye Fan will fade out of people's sight. The road ahead will belong to those most capable and powerful geniuses, and a new emperor may be born among them!
On the ancient road of the human race, Ye Fan is back again. The star field leading to the heaven must pass through here. This time he did not come from the first level, but walked in the opposite direction from the last level. After so many years, he thought
Take a look at the road you have traveled.
This road is not closed yet, there are still talented people coming here to experience, to break out of the cocoon and realize an important transformation in life.
Looking at those young and ideal faces, Ye Fan was deeply moved. He was once one of them, and he kept striving for his goals.
It's just that now he is a little tired. Looking at them, he looks like his old self across from him. For a moment, he laughs, sighs and is frivolous. Finally, he laughs for a while and then stops.
It's still the same yesterday, and it's been hundreds of years since I looked back!
Some people looked sideways at the three of them, all showing strange expressions.
"Hey, look at that bald head, it looks like the most notorious Huāhuā Buddha in the past three hundred years!"
"Who is that person? He looks familiar. Hey, he looks a bit like the statue of Ye Fan. No, it looks too much like him. Oh my God!"
"What's going on? That man... He is exactly the same as the human holy statue. Damn it, and he is accompanied by a huāhuā demon Buddha. Could it be that he is... a god!"
Ye Fan died and was buried three hundred years ago. All races in the universe erected statues of him in some places. Now, only the people in Zhenlu Diguan know that he is back alive. Although the news is destined to spread, but here
People don’t know yet.
In all areas of the universe, no one has received the news because it is difficult to send messages out of the Imperial Pass and it will take a long time.
Ye Fan didn't stop for a long time. He just stopped and passed by without giving anyone time to confirm and confirm, and it only caused a small ripple.
In the fiftieth city of the human race, he stayed for a little longer, but he did not see the bearded envoy Zhao Gongyi in the old place where the Holy Body and the Overlord were fighting for supremacy. The owner of this place had changed, and he had been away for many years.
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Walking along this road, in addition to those young faces, young people full of hope and fighting for their dreams, Ye Fan also saw many familiar faces.
That was a figure of the same era as him. They once traveled through the ancient road together and fought bloody battles one after another. Now they have become the guards of the holy cities in various regions on the human race's ancient road, and they have given up their dreams.
Just like the veteran soldiers Ye Fan saw when he broke into the ancient gates of the human race, now some people of their generation have chosen this path, standing in front of the city gate, silently looking at the newcomers.
Ye Fan did not disturb anyone. Accompanied by Huāhuā and Blood Crow, he passed by quietly, and a wave of emotions surged in his heart. Some people's hearts have grown old. They once looked at those heroes from a distance.
The most distant level, is the dream still there?
Most of the time, they would just stay silent, patrolling, and guarding the city gate. This was their duty, and maybe they were unwilling to do so. Otherwise, why would they never leave and endure the torment of loneliness here? What a feeling it is.
In the second human city, Ye Fan stepped out of the city gate without saying anything. He just looked back and took a deep look. There was a veteran there, his body was already stooped and his eyes were cloudy, looking at his back.
Ye Fan nodded, but didn't say much, and then traveled far away, leaving the ancient road of the human race.
That person is Guan Cheng. He has never died and has been staying here. Occasionally, he will sigh softly in the cool breeze late at night and look at the impossible road to the end.
In the darkness and turmoil, he lost most of his life energy and survived with difficulty. Now all that is left to him is his memories. Real life is not colorful, but he can live in a dream, where he can look forward to it.
There is beauty, there is hope, and there is a future.
"You are still alive, but why can't you even take that step without the law fluctuations? In this life, in this life..."
His back was no longer straight, and he was no longer as majestic as before, his hair was white, and his voice was old and weak, but his turbid and dim eyes could see the poor condition of Ye Fan's body.
The Village of Heaven, the Pure Land of God, is full of fallen flowers. Every day, snow-white and crystal clear flower petals fall here, because there are many snow orchids planted here, describing the sadness of life and death.
On this day, a huge tomb suddenly exploded, with rocks piercing the sky, smoke and dust rising into the sky, chaos filling the air, a large cauldron flying out, and thousands of yellow streaks falling down.
"What's going on? What happened?!"
In the heavenly palace, in one palace after another, many powerful beings opened their eyes at the same time, with frightening beams of light, looking in the same direction.
"There's something wrong with the cemetery!"
"It was it, it was it...the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things collapsed the great tomb!"
Buried underground for three hundred years, it remained motionless, as if it had died with Ye Fan. But now the vibrations it shook were so violent, and the gods inside were resurrected, making the entire heaven headquarters tremble. Many
Rocks rolled down from the mountain peaks, and some floating islands suspended in the air as well as many buildings and palaces shone brightly. The formations lit up and the characters shone, resonating with the resurrection of the tripod. That was the trajectory of the great avenue.
At the foot of a majestic mountain, there is an ancient tree that reaches the sky, swaying out thousands of green lights and scattering all kinds of auspicious colors.
Under the tree, the orchids are blooming and the phoenix grass is fragrant and colorful. On a huge bluestone platform, a big black dog lies lazily and listlessly.
At this time, its ears suddenly stood up, its big eyes widened with shock, and it was hard to believe what it was feeling.
"Woof!"
A dog's bark shook the heavens and resounded throughout the vast earth, and then it jumped up directly, with all the black hairs standing on end on its satin-like fur.
"Boys, a powerful enemy is here, prepare to fight!"
"What, an invasion by an unparalleled enemy? No, I clearly sensed a familiar energy." The two silver-blood emperors rushed under the ancient tree of Tongtian and reacted the fastest.
"Get ready to face the enemy!" Black Emperor shouted.
"Kill!" There was a riot in the heaven, and countless heavenly soldiers and generals rushed out from countless mountain peaks, as well as from many floating islands and giant palaces suspended in the sky. The war drums beat and they began to kill outwards.
On a divine island, the jade cup in Xiao Queer's hand fell to the ground. She was so excited that her whole body was shaking, tears rolled down silently, and then she rushed out of the jade palace and flew outside the heaven.
"The Son of God...the Son of God is back!"
From another location, the old killer Ziro's face was filled with an incredible look. He opened his mouth, one eye burst with light, and the other eye was extremely empty, with the sun, moon and stars disillusioned inside.
"Back...back!" His voice was trembling, and he stood up, his fingers trembling.
"It's him...it's him, my good brother is back!" On another peak, Li Heishui jumped up from the Taoist platform, looked up to the sky and roared, feeling great sadness and joy, his whole body trembling.
In front of a waterfall, a savage with his upper body exposed was sitting under the waterfall. His bronze skin flashed with a metallic luster, and his strong muscles were coiled like wild dragons.
Dongfang Ye roared loudly, shaking the sky. He cried twice, then laughed again, and stepped out of the waterfall pool. Every step he took shook the earth and made the mountains and rivers tremble.
"ah……"
With a cry and a scream, the Holy Prince shattered a stone mountain. He was also in the heaven, passing through the clouds, with golden light all over his body. He said: "My good brother, Ji Zi left, and you finally came back alive."
Come, meet me!"
The monkey rushed over with a somersault, extremely fast.
In another palace, a girl in purple clothes was originally very strong in cultivation, but now she stumbled and ran out with her bare, crystal white feet.
Her face was full of tears, and the crystal tears kept falling. She ran barefoot, muttering in her mouth that she couldn't believe it all. She had hope, surprise, and even more fear, fearing that this was a dream.
"Ye Fan...is it really you?!" Ji Ziyue couldn't hold back anymore and cried loudly.
…
There were too many people, too much movement, the heaven shook, and countless people and horses moved together.
When Ye Fan stood in front of the Heavenly Court, the first thing he felt was nothing else but the special welcome from the Black Emperor, who led an endless army to kill him.
"His Majesty the Supreme Black Emperor, do you want us to kill the enemy in front of us, but... Buddha Huāhuā seems to be following him?" General Youtian wondered.
"That's right, we are to attack the enemy on the opposite side and beat the bald head at the same time!" the Black Emperor ordered.
However, someone among the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals soon made a confused voice, saying in surprise: "Your Majesty, that person... seems to be exactly the same as the stone statue we have seen, who is he?!"
"Holy shit, you bastards are rebelling, and you dare to beat me up!" As soon as huāhuā spoke, a magic weapon fell down.
Ye Fan smiled, not angry, but his eyes were a little moist. He was still the Black Emperor back then, and he was still the same group of people back then. They were all here.
"Ye Fan!"
A large group of people, men, women, old and young, all rushed over. Some were crying, some were laughing, a mixture of sadness and joy, and a group of people rushed forward.!~!
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