This is a yellowed ancient scroll. I can’t tell what kind of material it is made of. It looks like animal skin or ancient cloth. It looks like an ancient relic from a very long time ago.
There are two words on the open book: Nirvana!
The sound coming out is extremely mysterious, and there is a mysterious energy flowing.
This is a treasure and secret technique in the ancient scriptures. It can be called the supreme healing technique. It possesses the mysteries of heaven and earth. It is mysterious and mysterious.
Ye Fan himself was a holy body, and then he used the holy art of Nirvana to heal his wounds. Various visions suddenly appeared, including chaotic green lotuses, possessed by immortal kings, mountains and rivers appearing, and yin and yang diagrams of life and death surrounding him.
The immortal golden body is dazzling, with the majesty of a god and the unique divine martial aura of the holy body. It is like sitting cross-legged in the nine heavens, looking down on the human world.
An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes were filled with brilliance. She didn't expect that Ye Fan was not only incomparable in body, but also had a very high understanding. He had such a clear understanding just after he obtained the sacred skills in the ancient scriptures. She lightly opened her red lips and explained in detail.
"Being subject to all causes and conditions, and not being subject to all causes and conditions in the cycle of life and death, is called Nirvana. There is no difference between Nirvana and the world, the world and Nirvana..."
Ye Fan was silent, and the golden blood became more abundant, and the mist surrounded him, drowning him. His whole body was blooming with divine light, and his immortal golden body was almost transparent like colorful glass, clean and stain-free.
He is working hard to repair the origin of life, hoping to make the cracks in the avenue disappear, to be flawless, to preserve his immortal body, and to live in the world forever.
"boom"
Ye Fan's body shook, his blood surged, and he almost turned the entire palace into powder. If An Miaoyi hadn't already laid out the formations, everything would have been destroyed.
This is the physical body of the Holy Body. It is so powerful that it is incredibly powerful. It can have the power of thunder in just a moment, which is unbearable.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He failed to repair the origin of life for the first time. Even the supreme healing magic in the ancient scriptures could not heal the scars left by the great road.
An Miaoyi's hair is like a waterfall, her skin is as smooth as snow, crystal smooth and tender, she is as ethereal as a fairy, standing next to Ye Fan, saying: "Come again!"
Ye Fan stood majestic and motionless, as if sitting cross-legged in the dusty ancient heaven, dormant in Nirvana, looking forward to emerging as a dragon.
His body became more and more pressing, and even An Miaoyi had to retreat. The golden blood surrounded his body, and he was as terrifying as an eternal divine furnace, making it impossible for people to get close.
The sublime and mysterious Zen chant emanated from his body, which was his "passing self" and "Tao self" chanting sutras, praying for this life and seeking eternal life.
"boom"
Ye Fan was shocked again, bright red blood with a touch of gold overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and even though it was a holy body, he was shaking for a while.
He failed again for the second time. The scars left by Dao showed no signs of healing. He was shaken for a while and his immortal golden body became a little dim.
Ye Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly. This holy technique has endless mysteries, but in the end it cannot resist the injury of the great road, making him feel powerless.
"Don't give up. If it doesn't work once, just try it twice, three times, or four times. There will always be some effect." An Miaoyi was very unwilling.
Ye Fan shook his head and said: "It's too difficult. This is consuming your own essence and blood to achieve nirvana. If this continues, if it doesn't work, I can't afford it even if I am a holy body."
If it were an ordinary person, he would need to practice the holy magic to heal his wounds once, and he could not do it again. He is a holy body and his body is unparalleled. It would be fine once or twice, but it would be too much if he continued to do it.
"How could this happen... A disciple of Sakyamuni once said that the Ancient Nirvana Sutra is the highest healing art in the Western Desert. Although this is only an essential article, it is almost the best in the world and can heal any injury. .”
"Who is the disciple of Sakyamuni?" Ye Fan wanted to know extremely, and even wanted to know everything about Tathagata.
"I don't know who he is either." Juedai Qingcheng An Miaoyi shook her head.
Miaoyu Temple was originally a sect in the West Desert, which inherited the Buddhist immortal Zen skills. Later, when the Taoists came from the east, they also obtained the Taoist dual cultivation method and changed its name to Miaoyu Temple.
A thousand years ago, the disciples of Sakyamuni returned from the sea and passed through the Eastern Wasteland. They met the master of Miaoyu Temple who was about to die. Because they were inextricably linked in the inheritance, they left behind an article about the essentials of Nirvana and drifted away.
"Do you know the past events of Sakyamuni?" Ye Fan asked.
"I only know it is a Buddhist taboo, but I don't know the details." An Miaoyi shook his head.
"The wounds of the great road cannot be cured..." Ye Fan stood up.
An Miao stood tall and graceful, and the moonlight shone in, making her appear clear and peerless, with beautiful black hair, smart eyes, ice-cold muscles, undulating curves, and a moving figure, like the most perfect masterpiece from heaven.
"The Nirvana Sutra plus my Miao Yuan's supreme double cultivation method, one last attempt, if you still can't survive, little man, you are really sorry for me." She walked over lightly, stretched out her slender hand, and pinched it
Ye Fan had a beautiful smile on his face and said: "I have always been the disciple of others who have fulfilled my wonderful desires. Today, I may be the first one to make an exception. I will fulfill you and come back to life."
In the palace, An Miaoyi's jade-like crystal body was as transparent and flawless under the hazy moonlight. There was a faint light shining all over her body, her hair was scattered, and her face was as beautiful as a flower.
This has nothing to do with romance, it is just a way to save people. Ye Fan has always had a negative attitude towards dual cultivation, but he did not want to but experienced it personally.
"Little man, calm down!" On the white jade bed, under the red gauze curtain, An Miaoyi's body was shining white. She tapped Ye Fan's forehead to let him calm down.
Faced with such a beautiful and beautiful woman, any normal man cannot remain calm, and naturally Ye Fan cannot enter meditation as quickly as the old monk.
An Miaoyi's entire fairy body is as white and crystal clear as ivory, as colorful as a beautiful snake, with graceful and undulating curves, and her body is flawless.
Not long after, the sound of Zen singing recorded in the ancient Nirvana Sutra rang out, and the palace was filled with sacred peace. At the same time, Ye Fan covered An Miaoyi's body, and the dual cultivation methods were running.
On a bright moonlit night, time passed by like water, and there was peace in the divine city.
Miao Yuan, this palace was sealed to prevent the Great Dao Tianyin from spreading and shrouding it with a hazy light.
An Miaoyi is the first successor, her status is not inferior to that of other saints, and she is even more beautiful in the world. She has no competitors in Miaoyu Temple. No one in the younger generation dares to disobey what she wants to do.
Although some people speculated about something, no one dared to approach or disturb him, let alone say anything.
In the second half of the night, there was harmony and tranquility in the palace. Ye Fan did not speak. The Nirvana Sutra and the dual cultivation of magic could not heal the scars left by the great road and could not change anything.
He wrapped An Miaoyi's hair around his fingers and thought quietly, is there any way out, where will he go, are all the mature immortality medicines useless?
The ancient magic medicine is the most precious sacred object in the world. If it is ineffective, then a person's life will really come to an end.
However, it was difficult for Ye Fan to accept it. Even the God King was a little unsure. He was not sure that the elixir was absolutely ineffective. He decided to give it a try at all costs.
Originally, he had prepared the stone skin to take risks for the God King and for Xiao Tingting. Now that his own life was in danger, he had no way out and could only move forward.
"This may be the last time we meet." An Miaoyi slowly sat up, her hair falling like water, and stared at Ye Fan.
"This is by no means the last time we meet." Ye Fan said seriously, showing a bright smile; "Please believe that I will not die. I will live for another ten thousand years to leave those holy places speechless."
"Ten thousand years, pink turns into a skeleton...it's such a long time." An Miaoyi stood up, walked to the jade bed, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bright moon in the distance.
"The other half of the sky-swallowing magic jar is about to be born." After an unknown amount of time, An Miaoyi suddenly spoke.
"Do you need the divine body, holy body, or demon body to go together?" Ye Fan asked.
"Don't go, don't ask why." An Miaoyi said calmly without looking back.
"Okay, I won't go." Ye Fan replied.
After a long time, she came back, looked at Mark and said, "Little man, let's go."
"I will survive." Ye Fan sat up.
"It's time to leave." An Miaoyi helped him put on his clothes, her movements were gentle and slow.
"Well, in order to prove that I am still alive in this world, you will hear news about me every once in a while, and this land will not be quiet." Ye Fan said when he left.
The city of God was prosperous, but Ye Fan was about to leave eventually, but he didn't leave immediately because he was waiting for the Black Emperor.
In the next few days, he walked in the holy city, which made the younger generation tremble with fear. No one dared to say a word. The power of the Holy Body remained undiminished, making people awe-inspiring.
He easily obliterated Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian, shocking everyone, fearing that they would follow in his footsteps and be killed mercilessly by him.
Everyone knows that the Holy Eucharist's time is short, so there is no scruple at all, and no one dares to get into trouble.
Even though all the saints stayed away, they were afraid, fearing that Ye Fan would challenge them at this time. This was not impossible. If they were mad in the end and killed them with force, it would be really bad luck.
Even the Golden-winged Little Peng King is very peaceful and rarely appears. It is said that he is returning to the central area of the Eastern Wasteland and will follow the old Peng King.
Fenghuang also kept a low profile, seemed to have calmed down all of a sudden, and rarely appeared anymore.
In these last days of his life, Ye Fan was so powerful that no one dared to challenge him. All the saints and saints avoided him. The younger generation was even more frightened. They were all silent and did not dare to say a word.
Disrespectful words.
Every time he appears, an area becomes quiet. Compared with a few days ago, it is completely different. Everyone feels uneasy.
The Black King came back, listless, full of frustration, and kept cursing, saying: "Damn it, Zishan can't get in! Damn it, what happened?!"
Goodbye, Divine City!
Ye Fan went to say goodbye to the peerless God King, and happened to see the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan and the White God King talking about marriage.