Chapter 1095: Sage

Hortan's sanctification ... signifies the rise of another generation ... and heralds the true arrival of the world, and everyone has a sense of urgency.

Hortan became the queen of the ancestor, did not say much, but just came here as soon as he left the gate, looking for Ye Fan, what he wanted to do, it was self-evident.

His body was a bit taller than ordinary people, and the light from his dark eyes was cold and ruthless, and he swept through the crowd like a sharp blade, which caused skin pain.

This is the will of the saint. If the eyes are focused on one place, ordinary monks will explode, blood will flow, and their lives will be lost.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains, birds and beasts are mourning, lying on the ground trembling, fear of Shengwei from the soul.

Ye Fan, Duan De, etc. retreated silently for the first time, and did not move forward. The person who came was not good. They did not want to be in conflict now. After all, they were a saint!

"These twenty-three can really speak." Two smokes emanated from Longma's nostrils, evaluated by some indecent words on the earth.

"Now Yaowu Yangwei is coming. As a half-holy, why don't he come to see him, otherwise the emperor will send him to the west from a position." Daheigou said.

Hortan is sanctified after all, no one can deal with it here, beyond the scope of man, even if Ye Fan is against the sky, he is not an opponent.

"Don't ignore him, we wait for the opportunity, I must go in the grave!" Ye Fandao, an inexplicable call made him more disturbed.

As Hortan descended, the atmosphere in this highland was extremely tense, and people were afraid to speak loudly, especially the human race, and they all felt guilty.

"Where is the human race? I heard you brave the world, why didn't you dare to appear, curled up in that corner?" After Hortan was sanctified ... there were naturally some followers who sneered on the high ground with a dark purpose .

"King Huotan came here, the best human race sacred body to avoid retreat, never appear, otherwise it can only become a bone scum." Some people laughed.

Some people are unscrupulous ... Standing on the high ground, wantonly provoking, trying to cause some trouble.

Hortan sat on the high ground with his eyes closed, motionless, and at such a level, he would not speak much, otherwise he would have a share.

The big tomb will open, he closes his eyes and recuperates ... Waiting for the best time, wants to be the first saint to enter the tomb, get the rare treasure, and further consolidate the holy position.

"Twenty-three, you pretend, sooner or later you will be stomped on you by a hoof!" Ryoma refused to accept it, and Hortan came ... They were forced to stay away from the high ground, and they could only watch it with the help of a crystal stand.

In the next few days, no one dared to get close to the entrance of the grave, where there was a spray of Xia Tu Rui, all kinds of fairy lights swirling around, only Hortan withstood the pressure ... sitting in front.

With him here, no one dared to step forward and could not compete with him, only to passively watch ... Deeply helpless.

"The King Jintan is here, how far back are you ...", the people behind him sneered again and again.

"boom!"

On the fifth day, there was a tremor, and there were a lot of marks in the tiankeng, vigorously going up, full of a force of moving mind ... sweeping the Quartet.

"It's so fragrant, there seems to be a fairy medicine below ..., many people moved and looked forward.

In that glow of light, and under the breath of the ancient emperor, a scent of fragrance floated, very light, but it was unforgettable after hearing it.

Hortan looked back coldly. The ancient tribes said that they hadn't received any shocks, but some of the tribe's priests were shocked and vomited blood.

It was just a glance, that kind of coercion made people irresistible, and the old bishops looked white and pedaled backwards.

The people were so cold that they were n’t as good as the saints, and even the dung was not as good. Houtan swept the cold eyes and could n’t bear it!

People are completely cold, and how to fight, a saint has a hostile heart, and he does not intend to bring the clan close. If it is not for the old saints of the dreaded clan, I am afraid that the killing ring has already begun.

"Boom!"

On the eighth day after Houtan came, the tomb collapsed again, all kinds of divine brilliance turned into waves, and the tiankeng was many times bigger.

"Okay, it's almost possible to enter!" Duan Dedao said.

On this day, Houtan felt something, walking around the huge pit for a long time, as if he had made up his mind and finally had to start.

"What can we do, if there is no accident, how can we let an ancient saint go first to enter the grave of my human emperor?"

"But who can stop him, there is no way to stop him."

The strong people of all races are helpless. At present, only one of the holy men comes to Hortan. It is indeed invincible. People dare not speak out.

"I'll go down and take a look, you guard this place." Hortan spoke, his voice low, sweeping a few followers.

The center of this highland is a sky pit, radiating outward, with cracks everywhere, spreading into the distance, and the mountain is ruined.

Hortan hesitated slightly, and then jumped in, immersed in the bottomless pit, and headed towards the ancient tomb of the ancient emperor.

He is also compelled and time is precious. If other veteran saints come, he is useless even if he is in a vertical position. He can only take risks and want to get ahead first.

"The poor way can guarantee that he went deeper, and it is difficult to come up in a short time, and there is no second ancestor in this area." Duan De said, his eyes flashing.

This guy is from a mysterious background. Up to now, even the Black Emperor who has followed the Wusi Emperor has not seen him through, and his life-saving means is even more superb. Since he said this, it is probably not wrong.

Ye Fan nodded and stepped on his way. The word formula had been unfolded, and he was disillusioned step by step. He is now on the high ground.

These days, Ye Fan has long learned from the mouth of the ancient tribe what kind of person Hortan is. He once said that his ancestors used the saints of the human tribe as blood in the ancient times, and he also had to taste the blood of the holy saint.

"You came for me, I can't reach it, it's not your opponent, but it doesn't mean that I fear you." Ye Fan murmured, standing in front of the Tiankeng.

As soon as he appeared, there was a sudden disturbance in the bow, and the archaic ancestor had just disappeared, and the human race sacred body came, which was audacious.

"you……"

Next to the tiankeng, Hortan ’s followers all changed color, feeling that something was wrong, the ancient king was below, but he dared to approach him.

"Have you guys just thanked me?" Ye Fan smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth.

These people went backwards and played drums in their hearts. They didn't expect Ye Fan to have such courage ... to approach them ... to solve them.

The doormen said that the irony Ye Fan could only curl up in the corner, humiliating to the extreme, trying to force him to appear, but now he really killed him.

"go!"

They are not saints, and it is impossible to fight against the person in front of them ... there is no life to go up, just turn around and escape.

Even if someone ignores the danger in the pit and jumps in A, he will go in. Rather, he would rather not face the holy body of the human race.

"Qiang"

However, Ye Fan didn't give him a chance to run the Bingzi Jue, counter-controlling an Excalibur in his hand, and turned back to pierce. With a puff, the sharp blade ran across his neck, and blood spattered.

This result shocked everyone. In the eyes of everyone, he was mad, cut off his head with a sharp sword, and the bones rolled to the ground.

"puff"

The Excalibur cuts its head and halves its head in half, the Yuanshen dies and dies completely.

"Run away!"

The other faces were ashamed. Just now, with Hortan supporting them, they were not afraid of anything, but at this time, they were like dogs of the mourning family.

How could Ye Fan allow them to escape, and the word tricks under his feet ... All kinds of patterns appeared, turned into golden lightning, and supported him, with the speed of the world.

"call out!"

If an electric light blocked a person's way—the fist slammed forward, and with a bang, the ancient tribe exploded and blood spattered with bones.

"呧"

He didn't stay for a moment, and then turned into a blazing light, rushing in the other direction. The blood of gold was violent, and the voice of the word vomited, and the other two were broken into blood, staining the sky.

The sounds of clang are endless, Ye Fan propped up a world that belongs to the golden divine possession, all kinds of golden divine flows, the infinite amount of ancient bells, swords, holy towers, etc., together heaves and rises, shaking him like a light The rain sprinkled.

This is a kingdom of weapons, all of which are golden and splendid, turning into a blazing light, sweeping all directions, the remaining few screamed and were cut into blood mud.

Ye Fan attacked vigorously. In this moment, all followers of Saint Hortan were killed, and no one was released.

In Shino, people exclaimed, but no one dared to stop it, even the ancient people were so frightened.

"The courage is so fearless. Hortan had just come to the ancient tomb, and if he was behind, he wiped his men clean and feared to grudge against the saint."

"It's so powerful that it's all killed. Hortan will most likely be blown away. This is a naked face. Someone who stepped into a saint will step on a foot and hurt his face."

Even many famous ancient celebrities were dumbfounded and felt that the hair, the human sacred body should not be provoke, what else did he dare not do?

The naked book that hunted down the golden celestial goddess is called Hortan, it really does not matter!

Ye Fanyang went away long, and did not stay for long, leaving blood stains on the ground, and some broken arms and stumps, shocking.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound beneath the grave, trembling violently, Hortan rushed out, pulling his head to radiate, mixed with blood, shaky.

I don't know what happened to him. The skin was fleshy, and the bones of the broken mulberry protruded out of the flesh and blood, and the blood was all over the body. It fell to the ground with a puff and gasped.

At the entrance of the grave, Xianxia spewed for a while, and finally stopped, Emperor Shenhui once again restrained into it.

Hortan looked back and took a breath, but then, he saw the body of his men and broke out on the spot.

"Who killed them ?!"

"It's a human sacred body. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" someone answered.

"Really, I came for him and was about to treat him as a blood eater. I didn't think about it but voluntarily committed me. There was no reason to protect him from the victory over the Buddha in this fight. Nobody can tell me if I kill him!" The cold face didn't mourn for his men, but Leng Sen laughed instead.

"Twenty-three, do you have to die, kill you sooner or later!" Ryoma said.

In fact, this is also Ye Fan's heart word. I want to make Hortan **** and let a saint die!

"boom"

The tomb collapsed again, and the gas machine became more powerful. Duan De raised his eyebrows and said, "I think I can enter the grave."

"I know, and finally I know what's in the grave!" Ye Fan's heart beat violently. This time he felt clearly, and there was something in the body reel resonating.

At that time, also in the Southern Territory, he went in nine deaths and got a fairy edge, and now he never wanted to meet here again!

"Maybe, it can also be concluded from this that it is clear who the person in the grave is ..."