Chapter 422 Nirvana**

There are two words on the opening scroll: Nirvana!

Ye Fan's heart suddenly jumped. These two words have extraordinary meanings in Buddhism and are a process of becoming a Buddha.

"Is this the Nirvana Sutra of Buddhism?" His heart was shaken.

"It's just a key article in the car classic, which is specially used for healing wounds.

In the past, I was dying for a herdant. When I got this ancient scroll, I not only recovered my injury, but also got a new transformation. An Miaoyi replied.

There are many ancient characters on the yellowed ancient scrolls, dense, about hundreds of words, to explain the mystery of life and death, and explain the mystery of regeneration, which is very difficult and difficult to understand.

Ye Fan was calm, motionless, carefully comprehension, and understood in detail.

Although it is called the Nirvana Sutra, which is claimed to be renewable, it is just a kind of comparison. Who can be truly immortal in this world? Even the ancient emperor could not escape death.

The essence of the Nirvana Sutra is that it can only change the state of life and gain the same power as an alternative nascent, rather than a real reincarnation.

Although practicing this sutra cannot live forever, it has the great power to increase longevity and delay the decline, and this important meaning is the supreme healing magic, which has an incredible effect.

At the moment of enlightenment, Ye Fan's body suddenly bloomed, and the golden blood surging, rushed out of the body and wrapped around the body, making him look like a god.

"With the destruction of ignorance, there is no rise in the heart; with the absence of rise, the realm will be destroyed; with the death of the cause, the heart is exhausted, and the name is nirvana..."

The Nirvana Sutra is the supreme Heavenly Kungfu in the Western Desert, which can be discussed in parallel with several ancient scriptures of the Eastern Wilderness. The Zen singing sounded and spread melodiously in the palace. It was extremely mysterious, and there was a mysterious air machine circulating.

This is a treasure secret art in the ancient scriptures, which can be called the supreme healing magic. It has the mystery of seizing heaven and earth, mysterious and mysterious.

Ye Fan himself is the holy body, and then healed with the sacred art of Nirvana. Suddenly, a variety of visions appeared, accompanied by chaotic green lotus, the possession of the immortal king, the mountains and rivers appeared, and the life and death map of yin and yang revolved around him.

The immortal golden body is brilliant, not only as solemn as a god, but also the unique divine martial spirit of the holy body, as if sitting in the sky for nine days and looking down on the world.

An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes were brilliant. She didn't expect that Ye Fan was not only unparalleled in body, but also had a high understanding. As soon as she got the sacred art in the ancient scriptures, she had such an understanding. She gently opened her red lips and explained in detail.

"Receiving all causes, turning life and death, not receiving all causes, is called nirvana. There is no distinction between Nirvana and the world, the world and Nirvana..."

Ye Fan was silent, and the golden blood was even more abundant. It was wrapped around him and drowned him. His whole body bloomed with divine light, and his immortal golden body was almost transparent and clean like colorful glass.

He is struggling to repair the origin of life, and wants to make the rift of the road disappear. From then on, he has no time to preserve the immortal holy body and live forever in the world.

"Bun"

Ye Fan's body was shocked and his blood was surging. He almost turned the whole palace into powder. If it hadn't been for An Miaoyi's lines, everything would have been destroyed.

This is the body of the Eucharist, which is incredibly powerful. It has the power of thunder for a moment, which is unbearable.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he failed to repair the origin of life for the first time. Even the supreme healing magic in the ancient scriptures was difficult to smooth the scars left by the road.

An Miaoyi's hair is like a waterfall, her skin is better than snow, and she is crystal smooth and tender. She is as ethereal as a fairy. She stood beside Ye Fan and said, "Continue to come again!"

Ye Fan was still, like sitting in the dusty ancient heavenly court, dormant in the nirvana, looking forward to the dragon coming out.

His body was more and more forcing the son of man, and even An Miaoyi had to retreat. The golden blood around his body, he was as terrible as an eternal furnace, making it impossible to get close to him.

The wonderful and mysterious Zen song comes from his body. It is his "dead me" and "Tao me" chanting and praying for this life for eternal life.

"Bun"

Ye Fan was shocked again. The bright red blood with a faint gold overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Even if it was the holy body, he shook.

The second time, he failed again. The scars left by the road showed no sign of healing at all, which made him shake for a while, and the immortal golden body was a little dim.

Ye Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly. The mystery of this sacred art was endless, but after all, he could not resist the wounds of the road, which made him feel powerless.

"Don't give up. If you can't do it once, just twice, three times, four times. There will always be some effect." An Miaoyi is very reluctant.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "It's too difficult. This is to consume your own blood to achieve Nirvana. If it doesn't work, I can't afford to be a holy body."

If it is an ordinary person, it will be recuperated for a sacred healing. It can't be carried out any more. He is a holy body, and his body is unparalleled. It's nothing to do it once or twice, but if it continues, it will be unyable.

"How can it be like this... Sakyamuni's disciples once said that the Nirvana Sutra is the highest healing magic of the West Desert. Although this is only a key point, it is almost the ultimate in the world, and any injury can be cured."

"Sakyamuni's disciple, who is he?" Ye Fan wanted to know very much and wanted to know everything about the Buddha.

"I don't know who he is either." Peerless Qingcheng An Miaoyi shook her head.

Miaoyu'an, originally a sect in Ximo, inherited the immortal Zen skills of Buddhism. Later, it split and came to the east. It also obtained the double practice of Taoism and changed its name to Miaoyu'an.

A thousand years ago, Sakyamuni's disciples returned from the sea. When they met the owner of the Miaoyu nunnery, they were about to die. Because there were thousands of connections in the inheritance, they left a nirvana and drifted away.

"Do you know the past of Sakyamuni?" Ye Fan asked.

"I only know that it is a Buddhist taboo, but I don't know the details." An Miaoyi shook her head.

"The wounds of the road are incurable one by one", Ye Fan stood up.

An Miao is graceful, and the moonlight falls in, setting her off the emptiness and peerless, her black hair is beautiful, her eyes are flexible, the ice muscles and jade bones, the curves are undulating, and her figure is touching, like the most perfect masterpiece in heaven.

"The Nirvana Sutra plus my wonderful desire to practice the supreme double practice, the last attempt, if you can't survive, little man, you're really sorry for me." She came over lightly, stretched out her delicate hand, pinched Ye Fan's cheek, and smiled beautifully, and said, "I've always been a disciple of someone else An exception, you can come back to life."

In the palace, An Miaoyi's jade-like boat's crystal body is as transparent under the hazy moonlight, perfect and flawless. A layer of light flashes all over her body. The hair is scattered, and her delicate face is like a flower. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon. It is only for the way to save Second time.

"Little man, take it!" Bai Yu**, in the red gauze tent, An Miaoyi's snow-white body was shining. She tapped Ye Fan's forehead to calm him down.

In the face of such a national beauty, it is impossible for a normal man to be calm, and Ye Fan naturally can't enter as quickly as the old monk.

An Miaoyi's whole fairy body is snow-white and crystal like ivory, as colorful as a beautiful snake, with exquisite curves and ups and downs, and her body is flawless.

In a long time, the Zen singing recorded in the Nirvana ancient scriptures sounded, and there was a sacred peace in the palace. At the same time, Ye Fan covered An Miaoyi, and the double practice worked.

On the bright moon night, time passes like water, and there is peace in the divine city.

Miaoyu'an, this palace is blocked, so as not to be covered with a layer of hazy brilliance.

An Miaoyi is the first heir. Her identity is not weak to all the saints, and she is even more gorgeous in the world. There are no competitors in Miaoyu'an. No one in the younger generation dares to disobey what she wants.

Despite some speculations, no one dares to approach and disturb, let alone say anything more.

In the second half of the night, the palace was harmonious and quiet. Ye Fan did not say anything, and the Nirvana Sutra and double cultivation magic could not smooth the scars left by the road and could not change anything.

He wrapped An Miaoyi's hair around his fingers and thought quietly. Is there any way to live and where to go? Is the mature medicine of immortality useless?

The ancient magic medicine is the most precious sacred object in the world. If even they are invalid, then a person's life will really come to an end.

However, Ye Fan is difficult to accept. Isn't even the God King a little unsure? He is not sure that the elixir is absolutely ineffective. He decided to fight at all costs.

Originally, he prepared the stone skin to take risks for the God King and Xiao Tingting. Now he is also out of his own life. There is no way out, and he can only fight hard.

"This may be the last time we meet." An Miaoyi slowly sat up, her hair dripping like water, staring at Ye Fan.

"It's definitely not the last time we meet." Ye Fan was very serious, with a bright smile and said, "Please believe that I won't die. I will live another ten thousand years to make those holy places speechless."

"For ten thousand years, the red powder has become a skeleton... It's been a long time." An Miaoyi got 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 swallowing magic jar is about to be born." I don't know how long it took, An Miaoyi suddenly opened her mouth.

"Do you need the divine body, the holy body and the heavenly demon body to go together?" Ye Fan asked.

"Don't go, don't ask why," An Miaoyi said calmly without looking back.

"Well, I won't go." Ye Fan replied.

After a long time, she walked back, looked at Ye Fan and said, "Little man, go."

"I will live." Ye Fan sat up.

"It's time to leave." An Miaoyi helped him put on his coat, and his movements were very soft and slow.

"Well, in order to prove that I am still alive in this world, every once in a while, you will hear news about me, and the land will not be silent," Ye Fan said when he left.

The divine city was prosperous, but Ye Fan would eventually leave. He did not leave immediately because he was waiting for the Black Emperor.

In the next few days, he walked in the divine city, which made the younger generation frightened. No one dared to talk, and the power of the holy body was undimined, which was awe-inspiring.

He easily erased Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian, deterred everyone, afraid of stepping into the footsteps and being ruthlessly killed by him.

Everyone knows that the Eucharist is not long, there are no scruples at all, and no one dares to touch the mold.

Even if all the holy sons are far away, they are afraid that Ye Fan will challenge them at this time. It is not impossible. The last madness is to provoke power and kill them. It is really great bad luck.

Even the golden-winged Xiaopeng King is very peaceful and rarely appears. It is said that he will return to the central part of the Eastern Wilderness and will follow the Old Peng King.

The phoenix also kept a low profile, and seemed to calm down all of a sudden, and rarely appeared.

In the last days of life, Ye Fan was so powerful that no one dared to Sakura Feng. All the saints and all the saints did not avoid it. The young generation was even more afraid and silent, and did not dare to release any disrespectful words.

Every time he appears, he will calm down a region. Compared with a few days ago, it can be said that it is different, and everyone is uneasy.

The Black Emperor came back, listless, full of depression, constantly cursing, and said, "Damn it, Zishan can't get in! Damn, what happened?!"

Goodbye, Divine City!

Ye Fan said goodbye to the peerless god king, and happened to see the saint of the wind clan talking about the marriage with the god king in white.