Chapter 1626: After the war

The first battle ended, the overlord went away in despair, the death of a generation of the strongest fire, this result is undoubtedly sensational, Ye Fan's three disciples rise in this world, and look at the Eight Wastelands!

The three figures, shrouded in a ring of gods, stand together, just like the **** of war from ancient times, manifested in this life, and there is no enemy in the world.

Shino is quiet, people hold their breath, Ye Fan's disciples have grown up like this, so how can his rivals feel unbearable. Who will face it if we fight again?

At this time, no one was targeting them. Although there were peerless masters in the Imperial Customs who looked on with cold eyes and never really rushed, I believe that this battle will inevitably move them.

The people dispersed, and the place was quiet again.

Of course, some people who want to follow Ye Fan have not gone far and lingered in the vicinity, they are waiting, hoping for a chance.

"Master, who are these three setbacks?"

In front of the hut, Huahua tilted her head, her bald head was waxed like a wax, and she was bright. He looked sideways, Tuoba Mo, Yiming, three, with a frivolous look.

"Who are you talking about, bald ?!" Tuoba Mo was angry at that time, and Ye Fan was strongly suppressed and caught as a coolie. He was even despised by a bald head.

"Boy, you owe you a fight, dare to talk to the Buddha brother, and don't look at who you are, go and give the Buddha a cup of tea, and don't know your identity." Huahua sat on the wooden pier, but instructed Tu Indifferent.

"Bald, you are not ashamed, but dare to fight me!" Tuoba Mo raged up, rushed towards the sky, and strode forward.

"One battle, one battle, who shoots who." Huahua stood up and covered it with a slap.

"boom"

There was no suspense. Tuoba Mo flew out and fell into the dust, because he was seriously injured by Ye Fan, and the five secret areas were broken. It was very difficult to recover.

"Monk, there is a kind of you that will make me recover. You didn't even know Amitabha!" Tuoba Mo hated.

He is a magical character. Unscrupulous in this world, has always been strong, has always been doing whatever he wants, but now feels stumped.

"Who do you think you are, just want a cat or dog to challenge me, if I have to respond, I'm not annoying." Huahua sneered.

On the way he came, he had heard about these three people, especially when he learned that the demonic man had said that his master Ye Fan was old. Unbearable, naturally remembered by him.

Monk revenge, it is definitely not a simple matter.

"Boy, I heard that you are crazy, and you want to fight against my brother Yang Xi to prove that Shaoguang is stronger than my teacher? I also heard you say that no human corpse Ye Fan will die in the world three hundred years later. Sinister. "Huahua stared at Mo Wentian again.

Mo Wentian sneered. There is no answer.

Huahua smiled and said, "Well, I think you are quite rooted. As a man of my Buddha's door, today's poor monks will lead you back."

"What do you want to do?" Mo asked Tianhan Mao stood upright, anticipating that something was wrong, and stared at him alertly.

However, what resistance he could have now was directly imprisoned by Huahua, and then he took out a shiny razor, held his head unhurriedly, and then began to slash.

"Stop it!" Mo Wentian yelled. His face was green, how could this monk be so different and lacking in morality, he wanted to deal with him like this.

"The donor, just call it, it's useless to break your throat." Huahua's face grinned. The razor in the hand waved, and Xue Liang's sword flew, flying like a sky of paper.

Mo Wentian roared, but was holding his head, unable to move. I just felt a long black hair falling down, the cold wind hit my head, and my body was shaking.

"Don't understand the donor, three thousand troubles have gone." Huahua closes the knife, looks like a peerless swordsman, brushes a few more flowers, and poses a cool posture.

Mo Wentian's face was turquoise, and he wished to step on his bald head. Finally, he couldn't help Chang Xiao, but he didn't have black hair and flurry, only one bald head.

Huahua took a step back, put away the razor, put on a monk-like monk, and folded his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, Shanzai, Shanzai, since then you will be with me, coexist with the Buddha, and bloom the flowers, The master is on it. "

He was nagging, but Mo Wentian was crazy and wanted to bite, this bald man was too unethical.

"Eh, by the way, didn't you scold baldness just now, are you talking about him?" Huahua asked Tuoba Mo, and then pointed to Mo Wentian.

Both parties had a sullen face, spitting fire in their eyes, and stared at him fiercely.

"This is wrong." Huahua corrected, and then walked to Tuobamo, said: "The Buddha said that all beings are equal, how can you discriminate against Mo donor, you are with him and are the same person."

Brush brush!

The cold light flickered, the knife light fluttered, and Tuoba Mo became a bald head. His brain was shiny, and he could clearly see the green bars in the raw surface violently jumping. He was trembling and rushing towards the flowers. Unfortunately, this was in vain and was slapped on the ground by a slap.

"Don't ... don't come over!" Yi Ming exclaimed.

"I hate Xiaobai most, no matter what the temperament is, it's not like this mortal beings. Come, Lord Buddha will give you a wealth and make you return to the original."

boom!

Huahua turns his old fist and smashes Yiming's black eyes, saying: "Don't you dare to insult my teacher, your master will not come!"

When Ye Fan, Yang Xi, and Ye Tong came over, Huahua had already packed up, and there were three more bald heads in place. The three victims were shaking violently, and they couldn't say anything.

"Brother, you are wrong, how can you say that they are also people with identity, how can you be like this?" Yang Xi accused, and then pulled up one by one, said: "Follow me."

Personal temperament is different, and the way of doing things is naturally different. Yang Xila goes to three people who hate the extreme ... singled out, he is a fighting madman.

"Brother, you are very cruel, their secret realm has been penetrated, don't accidentally shoot to death!" Huahua reminded.

"It's okay, isn't there your Nirvana Heart Sutra, let them recover temporarily, I will pay attention!" Yang Xidao said.

In the next few days, the sound of trembling mountains and the angry roar of the three people from the distance, the battle madman began to move his bones.

In Emperor Guan, the atmosphere is a little weird, the fire spirit is dead, and the overlord is defeated. People have been talking about these days, and all are not peaceful in their hearts.

Ye Fan came to life and reappeared in the world after an interval of three hundred years. This news has almost been confirmed, shaking the only real way, which shocked everyone.

Now, everyone is thinking, what kind of combat power will Ye Fan have if he really restores Daoxing? This is a question worthy of everyone's serious consideration. Because, in the future, they may really have to face it, maybe it is a skyrocketing that will block everyone!

"I didn't think I was wrong on that day. It was really him." The Western Bodhisattva felt sighed with emotion. At that time, they had traversed the Zhongzhou Xianfu World and had a friendship.

Jin Chanzi's white clothes made dust, and he nodded: "That's a powerful person. But anyone who wants to break through the emperor's road must pass him."

On this day, Yin Tiande stood on an ancient building platform in Emperor Guanzhong, looking into the distance. He was sensing Emperor Zunjing and was not affected by the outside atmosphere. Until a long time ago. Then he opened his eyes and looked silently at a light gate, where he would reach the battlefield of Feixian!

On it. Purple Qi rushes into the sky, 30,000 miles, as if a **** will travel far, giving people the feeling of unfathomable, a pair of eyes can obliterate the endless starry sky.

"I have captured the scriptures of Emperor Zun. Wait a minute, and I will meet you soon." This is his light words.

"What, Master, you actually sensed the Emperor Zunjing. This is really ... against the sky!" A female disciple was shocked, and then showed a smile, almost screaming.

In the other direction, there is an ancient Daotai, engraved with the mottled years. Here should be the most splendid to be irrigated by the essence of heaven and earth, and the power of stars such as Rijingyuehua. However, at this time, the Taoist platform was completely dark, where there was a Avenue Aquarius sinking and floating, turning into a black hole. Consume all the essence in the universe.

Underneath, a man sits in a pan, motionless, caught in the deepest level of enlightenment, like a **** in the dust.

Finally, he moved, and in an instant he opened his mouth and the bottle of avenue turned into countless runes, which fell into his mouth, and the black symbol was branded in his flesh and blood.

Then, he suddenly glowed all over the body, dispelling the darkness in an instant, the whole person's temperament changed a lot, the body of the **** ring shone, every inch of the body was shining brightly, and even his hair was dyed with golden luster, like a sun god.

At this moment, he is full of long life and has an immortal charm, like the immortal fairy king awakened from the dust and returned to this world.

This is a very different temperament. He has two great talents in his body, and he quickly realized a transformation, making this body terrible and flowing the most mysterious glory.

There is the power of the Protoss, the vitality of the Holy Spirit, the blood of the swallowing the beast, the traces of the original demon ... In this person, there are many breaths of powerful constitution in the universe, which makes people feel trembling.

Now, these sources are smelted into one, and they are all in one furnace, and they have become a person.

"For so many years, I have been looking forward to a battle with you. I can't think you are really like this, and I'm back. My blood is boiling, I hope you don't let me down." Shake light to himself.

"Master, you don't have time to walk away now. The most important thing is the Emperor Zunjing. Didn't the guardian of the Emperor Guan say it? This is a crucial step." Another of his disciples, Li Qingzhou, walked up and stood at the ancient Daotai Said next.

...

In Diguan, Dawei Holy Spirit, Nine Tribulation Daoist, Ditian, Great Demon Ancient Wasteland, and some ancient emperor bloodlines arrived, and the reactions were different.

If you want to be an emperor, you must have a strong enough emperor body, and the stronger than the Eucharist may become the ultimate test of the strongest person in this life.

Everyone is thinking about ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This may be the biggest test that God gave to them, and the resurrection of the most powerful physique of the human race is coming back to stop them.

One person is very special, that is Zhang Bairen. He has been walking in the ancient streets and has not participated in anything. It seems to be aloof.

In the Feixian battlefield, Ye Fan spent a few days with the three disciples and listened to them telling a lot about their relatives and friends. The old man was unharmed and the heavens became stronger day by day, so he was very pleased.

On the thatched hut, a gecko fell and broke its tail a few days ago, but now it has grown out again, causing Ye Fan to be enthralled.

In the distance, a large python coiled around the boulder, molting, and broke free from the old skin. After a while, the golden scales flickered, and a horn grew out of his head, which turned into a jelly and climbed into the distance. More powerful.

"Master, they are all enlightening the Emperor Zunjing, including the descendants of the Taikoo Emperor, etc. Don't you go, it is said that there are secrets in the scriptures!" Yang Xi said.

"I don't want to go for the time being, let the teacher be quiet, think about your own way." Ye Fanpan sat in front of the thatched house, watching the flowers bloom, watching the dead trees regenerate, watching the wild grass germinating, and the whole person became quiet. (To be continued)