Chapter 995 The Eucharist

This is a low mountain. There are no wonders. There are only a few huts. In the past three years, I have lived on this unknown hill for most of the time.

In front of the hut, there is a green grape vine, hanging a string of green grapes, next to a medicine field, planted some old medicine and spiritual plants, fragrant.

There is a pine forest in the distance. 1 Xiaosong drilled in and out like a leather monkey all day long, looking for pine cones and playing happily.

Zhang Qingyang practiced asceticism for three years and preached the world. Ye Fan saw all this in his eyes and knew that he had paid a lot. The change of the maternal tripod of all things is the most obvious proof.

Now this tripod is psychic, and every moment, there is pure thought in the tripod, strands, the fairy clouds are gorgeous, the holy light is steaming, and the extraordinary is close to the god.

The heavenly court has taken root and sprouted in the world, flourishing, and its faith is branded into the tripod every day. This is a sacred transformation and casting an immortal weapon.

"Ka"

In the sky, a flash of lightning passed, and then it rained heavily. Ye Fan stood motionless in front of the window, looking at the electric snake in the clouds.

Xiaosong recorded a phoenix fruit, revealing the bright red and pink pulp inside, flashing his eyes, and handed it to Ye Fan and Zhang Qingyang.

"Kkaze!"

The silver electric snake is flying, swimming in the dark clouds of birds, tearing open the sky and bursting out a trembling atmosphere. This kind of weather is very dangerous for monks.

"Qingyang, are you ready?" Ye Fan asked.

"Master, I'm ready." The little Taoist master responded that he has preached everywhere in the past few years, but his cultivation has not fallen, and he has made progress all the way, which has nothing to do with Ye Fan's special care.

"Then go into the lightning, let go of your body and mind and be baptized. Don't worry and be afraid. I'll keep you safe." Ye Fan whispered.

In these things, every thunderstorm day, Ye Fan will have the choice to protect several disciples and let them refine their bodies.

All ancient sects have secret methods. Generally speaking, it is good that the disciples of the ancient inheritance can attract thunder light once or twice, and after a few more, they will encounter great trouble.

This is not a real natural disaster. In this era, no one can attract it, but they can borrow thunder and light to refine the body through the ancient method. It is also a disaster, but it will be difficult to destroy the tangible gods at any time. Most people dare not try.

In the past three years, several named disciples have gone through eight or nine disasters, and Zhang Qingyang has been Eleven times, and now he is going to do it for the twelfth time.

These people have strange bones. It's a pity that they were all proud children in the Beidou. They were not born at the right time. In this era of the end of the Dharma, they could not feel the disaster, so Ye Fan asked them to attract thunder and refine their bodies every year.

Ordinary people are the limit twice, but they have to lead the thunder to cross the disaster every year, and each time is bigger and faster than the real disaster.

Over the years, their path has been refined, and every step has been very stable. The foundation has been extremely solid and extremely solid.

In this process, Ye Fan found something special. Zhang Qingyang preached the world ascetic, and he also had a lot of faith with Ding himself. He could be much more calm to fight against the heavenly disaster than others, so he crossed the most disasters.

"Master, I'm going up." Zhang Qingyang said to him.

He rushed up to the sky, entered the thick clouds against a flash of lightning, and began to cross the disaster. The lightning came from all directions and all hit him.

In an instant, the lightning was blazing, and the silver snake danced randomly. There seemed to be a war in this place. He fought against the lightning quenching body in the light of the sky.

"Sure enough, it's a few times better than before." Ye Fan said to himself.

It attracts lightning into the body for refining. No matter whether you practice or not, it will be several times stronger than the last time. There seems to be a record in heaven, so even the amazing monks dare not ascend to the sky every year.

"It's a disaster to attract the lightning to this point." Ye Fan nodded.

"Boom"

Between heaven and earth, the lightning was violent and more blazing. There was a silver sea of electricity landing, drowning Zhang Qingyang in the middle and tearing the universe.

Ye Fan looked carefully and protected the disciples, but he did not reach out to help. Without the disaster of the destruction of the god, he would never come out.

Xiaosong blinked his big eyes and stared at the clouds. In the past few years, it has experienced several real disasters. From the crying at the beginning to the current calmness, it is also a great progress.

It is well aware of the horror of the heavenly disaster, which is earth-shaking and boundless, especially the reho that fell in the end of the Dharma era. Every time it thinks of it, it will shrink its head, cover your heart with small claws, and be afraid after the battle.

"Well, it works again." Ye Fan stared at Lei Hai, and the pure power of faith on Zhang Qingyang's body offset the huge lightning and melted the lightning into the [body], but it did not hurt his body.

In the most dangerous moment, these holy lights can be used inexplicably, which is mysterious and fascinating, and can't help but meditate.

Half an hour later, when the last nine-fold thunderbolt fell, Zhang Qingyang's skin was open, and his bones were almost burnt, but it was finally difficult.

He came down and entered the hut with an extremely excited look, because his body was stronger, his magic power was surging, and the yuan god also grew a little stronger.

"Very good." Ye Fan nodded. Before crossing the disaster, he arranged something to avoid all the chaos after his accident, and he was not in a hurry to go to the sky.

In the next few months, Ye Fan protected several disciples, allowing them to experience a baptism of natural disaster and make great progress in Taoism.

"Go your own way. I can't draw a direction for you. You have to experience more about crossing disasters, enlightenment and choices." Ye Fan touched Xiao Song's head.

He didn't want this little guy to stick to his mind and let him jump out. He didn't arrange everything like the other disciples to guide the future direction.

A month later, Ye Fan went to the sky and left alone, not letting anyone go with him.

Xiao Song was afraid and chased him all the way. He cried loudly and wanted to block the little stone Buddha from robbery, but Ye Fan refused.

Zhang Qingyang shouted even more, asking Ye Fan to add all the power of his faith, saying that he could get twice the result with half the effort, and he could safely cross the disaster, and several other disciples also called.

Ye Fan did not look back. He poured out all the power of faith in the tripod, poured down, fell like a vast waterfall, and temporarily stayed on the low mountain.

These pure thoughts must be of great use, but now he doesn't want to rely on it. Since the road he takes has been determined and he will cut the road, there is no need to use any external things.

Except for the weapon of Taoism, he will not bring anything to cross the disaster with him. This is the choice from beginning to end, and it has not changed.

"The power of faith, and now all sentient beings use it for me, but it will not be clear in the future." This is a kind of his vague scruples, so he does not borrow it.

Ye Fan climbed up to the sky and came outside the country, far away from the mountains and 11 land, because he was afraid that once he crossed the disaster, he would destroy a magnificent river and mountains and split a continent.

No one knows better than him how terrible his disaster will be. Once it breaks out, it will be devastating, especially this time he has no foundation before.

Independent in the cold and dark universe, I felt the dead silence. The vast power of the earth was far from coming, like a dormant ancient emperor.

"It's time to get through the disaster." Ye Fan whispered.

He began to urge Taoism, no longer suppressing his own strength, letting go of his body and mind to communicate with the universe, and issuing the will to surpass the road.

"Boom!"

The void universe originally had nothing, but at this moment, a vast ocean suddenly appeared. This is a divine sea transformed into a reho!

In just a moment, Ye Fan was buried in the middle and was tortured and punished by the Avenue of Heavens, and huge electric lights as thick as rivers and seas were splitting on him one after another.

This is a magnificent picture. If it is described to the world, it will definitely shock the ages and frighten all monks.

This kind of natural disaster is the only horror in ancient and modern times. Any kind of disaster is far better than someone else's big disaster. These thousands of disasters come together to form the first round of electric light.

This is a doomsday punishment. It is a great destruction. No one can withstand the boundlessness. Just a wisp of lightning is enough to destroy a genius.

However, Ye Fan's hair was released in the bath, fighting against the vast disaster alone. He ** with a strong body, using thunder as water to wash the body and the halm.

This is a great destruction. Even the void of the universe has been split. There are horrible black abyss. Only a little light source in the center remains unchanged. Ye Fan's bronze body flashes with precious light and receives lightning and baptism.

It is boundless and boundless. Thousands of years of natural disasters seem to have been concentrated on him alone. The ancient and modern thunder and light are combined to quench his body.

Every inch of his skin is dazzling, every pore is swallowing electric light, and a golden little man in the middle of his eyebrows steps out. As soon as he opens his mouth, he hangs the Tianhe River. The endless sea of thunder is taken into his mouth, which is horrible.

On this day, Ye Fan did not tell the people of Zhongtu Daomen and the Western Taoist line that he would beheaded. No one knew that he wanted to spend it quietly.

However, at this time, all monks felt that something must have happened outside the country, because of their inner panic, as if a disaster was approaching and the end of the world had come, like a sharp sword hanging on his head, like a mountain sinking into his heart.

This is a world-like aura, which makes the same kind of people tremble. As long as they practice Taoism, they must be able to feel it. Everyone is trembling and looking out of the country.

However, no one can see anything. It's too far away. The situation is unknown, and there is no inference of the reason.

Because this kind of robbery and punishment is only seen in ancient and modern times, they can't have heard of it, and it is even more difficult to witness.

"Boom!"

The first thunder sea subsided, and inexplicable lightning appeared in the void, there was Fuxi Dragon Monument, and there was Nuwa Stone... One after another, it was extremely mysterious.

This is even more horrible. Some lightning is the same as the ancestral weapon. It is wild and boundless. When it lands, it can almost smash an ancient star!

This is the trace of the road between heaven and earth, representing the ancient heavenly way. Every time it is split, it is amazing, which can destroy a world.

Ye Fan wants to cut off the existing road, jump out, and override the road. Naturally, he has to bear the impact and crushing of all kinds of holy roads in ancient times.

"Boom"

In the void universe, the blazing electric light destroys the world. Between the humanoid lightning and the ancestral weapons, the ancient stars are shattered in a trance, and the historical scene reappears.

With the addition of infinite lightning, Ye Fan resisted alone, his head was covered with black hair, and his bronze body flashed with Baohui. Even if the bones were broken, they could be repaired quickly.

The golden little man stood in front of his eyebrows, looked at the world, did not give in like the body, and accepted the baptism and refinement of Wanzhang Leilu.

The tripod, cast from the mother gas of all things, accepts the re-forging of the thunder sea, and undergoes lightning refining like ancestral weapons. It is not bad and becomes more and more solid and immortal.

Ye Fan is in the disaster light all over the sky, every inch of his body is shining, bathing in endless thunder and lightning, refining the immortal holy body, baptizing the golden yuan god, and thousands of refining tripods.

Although he can resist at this time, he dares not relax at all, because the real disaster is behind.

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