Chapter eight hundred and sixty-five saints come forward
Chapter 865 The Saint comes forward
Yuan Gu died, and his ambition, his loneliness, and his regrets all turned into specks of light and rain and dispersed with the wind.
In the end, such a strong man cut off the Tao, but he could not cut off his thoughts and true feelings. He carried a heavy burden and came to this world alone to prove the Tao. He chewed the desolate silence. He had flesh and blood and tears.
When the light rain disappeared, the sunset also dissipated, the sky became dark, the cold wind blew across the desolate land, and everything came to an end.
Ye Fan won, but he was not as happy as he should have been. Before his death, Yuan Gu whispered sadly, opened his arms and stretched into the void without light, facing the darkness alone. Those words touched him.
We gave up everything for the hope in our hearts, but in the end it was all in vain. How many people in this world have struggled, experienced joys and sorrows, and been lonely, but ultimately to no avail.
Everyone is the only protagonist in their own life and has their own story. Yuan Gu is not weak. Because of his different positions and different paths, he has a life-and-death showdown with Ye Fan. There is no right or wrong. In the end, he only became a person on the road to the great emperor.
A pile of scattered bones, and his love and hatred ended here.
This is the ruthless path of witnessing, giving up, letting go, abandoning family members and true love, but in the end it may not yield any results, and gain nothing. You use your own blood and bones to build others' path to becoming an emperor, leaving behind only a tragic song.
In the same place, a similar thing happened in the ancient years. A life-and-death showdown between two geniuses, which could be called the pinnacle battle of the Young Holy Emperor, made the world boil.
Emperor Yuan won that battle and defeated the most powerful enemy in his life. From then on, he embarked on the path of enlightenment. A new reincarnation began a million years later. However, his descendants were defeated and died.
Qixiayuan is a place destined to be extraordinary. Perhaps one hundred thousand or one million years from now, there will be a pair of young emperors competing for supremacy, leaving behind another legend.
The entire battlefield was silent, and people watched the light rain leave, disappear, and disperse. Yuan Gu's final wish was to return to the ancient times, which was obviously impossible.
I don’t know who sighed first. Yuan Gu was indeed a true character, but in the end it ended sadly like this, which touched the hearts of those who aspired to enlightenment.
There was a brief silence, and the people in Yuanhu Lake let out unwilling roars. Many people rushed up, with murderous intent turning into a torrent and sweeping towards Ye Fan. The vast plain was filled with chills, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The black mist surged, murderous intent rolled in, and the hearts of many people in Yuanhu Lake were bleeding. This was the eighth generation grandson of Emperor Yuan. He lived in this life only to prove the Tao, and he died like this. They felt like they had lost a treasure.
Tens of thousands of years of destiny were lost.
"Buzz"
A ray of cold light flew out and shot at Ye Fan's head on the battlefield. It was a small silver spear as long as a chopstick, an ancient relic, pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, and wanted to nail him to death.
Ye Fan turned sideways and did not pick it up, because the chopsticks had long silver spears with ripples in them, and the seals were engraved with infinite patterns, which were not something ordinary people could create.
Sure enough, it was covered with all kinds of patterns, and it collapsed on its own, creating a small world that was about to swallow him up, and a strong man wanted to take him away.
Ye Fan's eyebrows flashed, and the purple gold hammer shook out a ripple. This was the incomplete holy weapon, which shattered the small world on the spot and turned it into ashes.
"Kill him!"
I don't know who shouted loudly, and a big green claw came out of the void, covering the sky, and actually revealed a wisp of the power of a saint, trying to destroy Ye Fan.
The brilliance between Ye Fan's brows flashed again, and a wisp of purple and gold ripples shot out, like a real dragon leaping, shimmering and blocking the big hand, while he himself quickly retreated.
"What are you still doing? Cut off the human holy body and avenge Yuan Gu." Someone shouted on the Qixia Plain.
At the same time, several big hands reached down from the sky. They came from different people. They all had the power of a saint, with boundless terror and intimidating aura.
They are all masters, and they have stepped into the realm of ancestor kings. Such a person can sweep across an area and wipe out several tribes. It would be a sure kill to attack Ye Fan at the same time.
"I have a decisive battle with Yuan Gu. Life and death are determined by fate. What do you mean?" Ye Fan looked at Gao Tian.
"If you dare to kill the ancient queen, you will never be able to atone for your sins. There is no reason to survive. Use your humble life to pay for it!" In the end, a total of six big hands came down. They were not the real ancestors, but they were close.
Ye Fan's eyebrows bloomed with purple-gold ripples, which were divided into six branches and shot towards the six big hands respectively. Each of them contained a ray of the nine-color divine flame of the fire domain, which could burn everything.
"Chi"
In the sky, all six big hands trembled and quickly sank into the void. No one understood what happened.
"What are you waiting for? The Human Sacred Body killed the ancient emperor's bloodline. This is a serious sin that cannot be forgiven. Let's kill him together." Someone shouted, secretly encouraging.
Ye Fan paid close attention with cold eyes. No matter the few people who took action just now or these clamoring people, they are not from the royal family of Yuanhu Lake. Some people have ulterior motives and deliberately provoke disputes among them.
"A fair fight, this battle has a result. Are you trying to deceive people and want Primordial Lake to start a war with the human race?" Some people shouted like this.
At the same time, a dazzling light steamed up, the avenues were all over the sky, and the blood was like the sea. The Barbarian King came out, snapping his fingers one after another, and people kept screaming. There was a black turtle on his head.
In the crowd, more than a dozen figures turned into blood, and their bodies and souls were destroyed. It was the person who had secretly provoked them just now, and no one survived.
"When did the Primordial Lake fall into such a situation? Do some cats and dogs want to use them as guns, and want them to take action against the human race?" the Barbarian King said.
"boom"
The people of Yuanhu Lake finally expressed their stance. It was filled with endless murderous intent, boiling and boiling. A group of people were pressing forward. In the middle was an ancestor king whose energy and blood reached the sky. Many people couldn't help but kneel down, unable to bear the pressure.
This is a group of murderous gods of death. Yuan Gu was the hope of their clan, but he died like this. This is an immeasurable loss.
It is foreseeable that in the next 10,000 years, Blood Phoenix Mountain, Shencan Ridge, Huolin Cave, etc. will surely become more prosperous because of the existence of the ancient prince, but the eighth grandson of Emperor Yuan died, and the situation of the original lake
Worrying.
"It's not your turn to tell whether you are a spearman or not." An old man from Yuanhu Lake looked cold. He waved his sleeves and rolled towards the barbarian king, making it clear that the attacker was not good.
Especially the ancestor king in the middle, every pore in his body was flowing with murderous intent, wisps after strands overflowed from the pores, crushing the world. Even his clansmen did not dare to come close. His white hair was disheveled and his eyes were empty.
Scary.
The ancestral king stared at the black turtle on the head of the Barbarian King and said: "There is an agreement at the Yao Chi Festival that the saints will not show their magical powers. Do you want to break this rule?"
"Don't talk nonsense. The one who took action just now was Xiaomanzi, not the great Xuanwu. I know that you are full of resentment. You are just trying to find an excuse to take action because of the death of the ancient emperor's bloodline." Xuangui said.
"Bang"
From the other direction, a powerful aura came overwhelmingly, and another ancestor king appeared, wearing a green gold battle suit, walking from the horizon like a god of war, and he was close in two steps.
"The Holy Body of the human race is amazing. It is so decisive and ruthless that even the descendants of Emperor Yuan will be killed." It was obvious that the person who came here was evil. Although he was not from the Primordial Lake, he obviously came to stand up for them.
"In a life-and-death battle, I will be killed if I show mercy. It's a fair fight. Do I need to explain the truth again?" Ye Fan said neither humble nor overbearing. He had already been mentally prepared for such a thing to happen.
The Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things flew out and hung above Ye Fan's head, hanging down strips of divine power silk ribbons to protect his body. The nine-color flames in it were ready to be sacrificed at any time to kill everyone, whether he was an ancient king or a royal family.
"It's incredible. If you kill Empress Yuan now, will we be trampled under your feet in the future?" The third ancestor king appeared, wearing a purple gold crown, with his hands behind his back. He stepped down from the night sky, and unexpectedly hit it with one kick.
Stepping towards Ye Fan's head, he wanted to trample him to death alive.
"You have gone too far. A fair fight, life or death depends on fate!" The black turtle on the head of the Barbarian King spoke, and spit out a light from its mouth, blocking the feet of the ancestor king and knocking him back a few steps.
"Kill him!"
Many people in Yuanhu Lake couldn't bear it and couldn't accept this fact. Many people gathered around him, all wanting to take action against Ye Fan.
The black black turtle on the head of the Barbarian King spit out light from its mouth and said: "Do you really want to destroy the rules and force the great Xuanwu to take action?" Its words were like thunder, shaking these people and making them stagger, unable to get closer.
The white-haired ancestor king of Yuanhu Lake snorted coldly, stepped forward, faced the black turtle, and blocked its breath. The divine sword that was about an inch long between his eyebrows shone brightly, and everyone was frightened. It was the Yuanhuang Dao.
The sword was wielded by Yuan Gu not long ago, and its power was obvious to all.
Not everyone can withstand the Six Paths of Samsara Fist. The Yuanhuang Dao Sword is the forbidden secret technique in the final chapter. It has the power to transform the Dao and kill all enemies. It is almost unstoppable, especially when used by ancestor-king-level figures.
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"If all the saints don't show their magical powers, will they really become nothing more than a piece of paper?" Xuangui said, showing a solemn expression.
In the sky, the ancestral king wearing a purple gold crown showed a cold smile on his mouth, and then stepped down, stepping on Ye Fan's head with one foot, wanting to trample him to death alive.
"Buzz"
The void trembled for a while, and he retreated far away in the sky. This time, he still failed to stop, because a stooped and skinny old man appeared.
The saint from Tianxuan Stone Square stood next to Ye Fan. There was no wave in the ancient well, his expression was calm, and he said: "This battle has ended, let's end it here."
"You said the curtain will fall when it falls?" The ancestor king wearing a purple gold crown in the sky sneered.
"I believe that the people of Yuanhu Lake have their own magnanimity." The old sage from Tianxuan Shifang said, and then he stared at Ziguan Ancestor King with blazing eyes.
"Deng, Deng, Deng..." He involuntarily took a few steps back, showing a look of shock. The white-clothed God King at the Yaochi Ceremony had gained a reputation, but the Ancient Clan didn't understand the other saints of the Human Clan. At this time, he couldn't help but be surprised, and it was also unfathomable.
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"The saints of the human race are really intimidating, but do you think you can keep the holy body?" The ancestor king wearing a purple gold crown put his hands on his back and looked into the distance with a sneer on his lips.
At the end of that direction, nine ancient ferocious beasts stopped in the sky, pulling an ancient chariot across the void, exuding simplicity and grandeur. The Nine Phoenix King who had been praised by the Dou Zhan Saint Emperor was there!
Ye Fan opened his mouth, his words sounding like a sword, and said: "Not every ancestor king is as big-hearted as you, don't you want to get rid of me? I will stand here and see how you can touch my hair!"
2011 comes to an end, calling for the last chapter of the year. The first chapter is here.