Chapter 1095 Call the Saint

The sanctification of Hotan... marks the rise of another generation... It heralds the real arrival of the great world, and everyone has a sense of urgency.

When Hotan became the ancestral queen, he didn't say much. He just arrived here as soon as he got out of the customs and looked for Ye Fan. What he wanted to do was self-evident.

His body is much taller than ordinary people. A pair of dark sun-like eyes are cold and ruthless, sweeping through the crowd, like a sharp blade coming out of the sheath, which makes people's skin painful.

This belongs to the will of the saint. If the eyes are focused on one place, ordinary monks will explode, and the blood will flow for a long time and lose their lives.

In 100,000 mountains, birds and beasts are wailing, lying on the ground and trembling, fear of Shengwei from the soul.

Ye Fan, Duan De and others retreated silently at the first time and did not come forward. This person was not good. They didn't want to conflict at the moment. After all, he was a saint!

"These twenty-three are really good at talking." Two pipes of smoke spewed out of the dragon and horse's nostrils, which were evaluated by some indecent words on the earth.

"Now that he is coming, as a semi-saint, why don't he come, otherwise I will send him to the west." Big black dog road.

After all, Hotan is sanctified. No one can deal with it here, which is beyond the scope of people. Even if Ye Fan is against the sky, he is not an opponent.

"Don't pay attention to him. We wait for the opportunity. I must go into the grave!" Ye Fan said, an inexplicable call made him more and more restless.

When Hotan came, the atmosphere in this highland was so tense that people didn't even dare to speak loudly, especially the human race, who were all very guilty.

"Where is the holy body of the human race? Hearing that you are brave enough to win the world, why don't you dare to appear and curl up in that corner? After Hortan was sanctified... Naturally, there were some followers who sneered on the high ground with a dark purpose.

"Since King Hotan has come here, it is best to avoid the holy body of the human race and never appear, otherwise it can only become a bone scum." Someone laughed.

Some people are unscrupulous... standing on the high ground, provoking, trying to provoke some disturbances.

Hotan sat on the high ground, with his eyes closed and motionless. At this level, he would not be multilingual, otherwise he would lose his identity.

The grave will be opened, and he closes his eyes to refresh himself... Waiting for the best time, he wants to be the first saint to enter the grave, get the rare treasure, and further consolidate the throne.

"Just pretend on the 23rd. Sooner or later, I will trample you to death!" Long Ma was not convinced, and Hotan came... They were forced to stay away from the high ground and could only watch with the help of the crystal platform.

In the next few days, no one dared to approach the entrance of the grave, where there were all kinds of fairy lights, only Hotan resisted the pressure... sitting in the front.

With him here, no one dares to go forward and can't compete with him. He can only look at him passively... I feel helpless.

"King Jintanzu is here, you'd better retreat as far as you can..." Several people behind him sneered.

"Boom!"

On the fifth day, there was a shock, and there were thousands of traces on the road in the sinkhole, vigorously, full of a touching power... sweeping all directions.

"It's so fragrant, there seems to be fairy medicine below... Many people are moved and look forward.

In the glow, and under the frightening breath of the ancient emperor, wisps of fragrance floated, very faint, but it was unforgettable after smelling.

Hotan looked back coldly. Fortunately, the ancients did not suffer much impact, but the patriarchs of some ethnic groups were shocked one by one and vomited blood.

It's just a glance, and the pressure is irresistible. The old masters are pale and step back.

Everyone's heart is cold. If you are not a saint, it's really not as good as dung. Hotan's cold eyes swept over, and he couldn't stand it!

People's hearts are completely cold. How can they fight? A saint is hostile and doesn't intend to let the people get close at all. If it hadn't been for the fear of several old saints of the human race, I'm afraid he would have already started to kill.

"Boom!"

On the eighth day after Hotan's arrival, the grave collapsed again, and all kinds of gods were boiling, turning into waves, and the sinkhole was many times larger.

"Yes, I can almost get in!" Duan Dedao.

On this day, Hotan felt something and walked around the huge pit for a day, as if he had made up his mind and was finally going to do it.

"What can I do? If there is no accident, this place is the tomb of the emperor of my human race. How can an ancient saint enter first?"

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

The strong men from all walks of life are helpless. At present, only one of the saints is coming. It is indeed invincible. People dare not say anything.

"I'll go down and have a look. You guard this place." Hotan opened his mouth in a low voice and glanced at several followers.

The center of this highland is a sinkhole, radiating outward, with cracks everywhere, spreading to the distance, and the mountain is dilapidated.

Huo Tan hesitated a little, and then jumped in, into the bottomless pit, and walked towards the ancient mausoleum of the ancient emperor.

He also has no choice but to have time. If other veteran saints come, it is useless for him to take risks and want to take the lead.

"The poor road can guarantee that he has gone deep, and it is difficult to come up in a short time, and there is no second ancestor king in this area." Duan De opened his mouth and his eyes flashed.

This guy comes from a mysterious background. Up to now, even the Black Emperor, who has followed the Beginningless Emperor, has not seen through him, and his life-saving means are super first-class. Since he said so, he can't be wrong.

Ye Fan nodded and walked step by step. The formula has been unfolded, and he is disillusioned step by step, and now he is on the high ground.

These days, Ye Fan has already learned what kind of person Hotan is from the mouth of the ancient people. He once said that his ancestors used the human saints as blood food in ancient times, and he also wanted to taste the precious blood of the human body.

"You're here for me. I'm not your opponent, but it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you." Ye Fan said to himself, standing in front of the sinkhole.

As soon as he appeared, there was a burst of turmoil. As soon as the ancient ancestor king disappeared, the holy body of the human race came, which can be said to be bold.

"You..."

Next to the sinkhole, several of Hotan's followers all changed color and felt that something was wrong. The ancient king was below, but he dared to approach in front of him.

"Did you guys thank F just now?" Ye Fan smiled indifferently at the corners of his mouth.

These people went backwards and drums in their hearts. They didn't expect Ye Fan to have such courage... straight... to get rid of them.

The doorman said that they could only curl up in the corner and humiliate Ye Fan, trying to force him to appear, but now he is really killing.

"Go!"

They are not saints, and it is impossible to fight with the person in front of them... If they go up, they will turn around and run away.

Even, one person, regardless of the danger in the sinkhole, jumped in and wanted to go in. He would rather do so than face the holy body of the human race.

"The power of power"

However, Ye Fan did not give him a chance. He operated the military formula, counter-controlled a divine sword in his hand, and turned back to the thorn. With a bang, the sharp blade was across his neck, and blood splashed.

This result shocked everyone. In the eyes of everyone, he was crazy. He cut off his head with a snowy sword and rolled to the ground.

"Puff"

The divine sword splits and brakes its head in half. The yuan god died and died suddenly.

"Escape separately!"

The other people's faces are like dead ashes. Just now, they were supported by Hotan and were not afraid of anything, but now they are like homeless dogs, and they are panicked all day long.

How could Ye Fan let them escape? The formula under his feet turned around... All kinds of Taoist lines emerged, turned into golden lightning, carried him, and had the speed of the world.

"Wow!"

If a flash of lightning stopped a person's way - the fist went forward with a "bang", the ancient clan exploded, and the blood splashed with the bones.

"chi"

He didn't stop for a moment, and then turned into a blazing light, rushing to the other direction. The golden blood was so strong that the word Tianyin spit out, and the other two were broken, turning into blood and dyed the sky red.

The sound of sonorous is endless. Ye Fan opened up a world belonging to the golden god's collection. All kinds of golden gods flowed, and the ancient bells, swords, holy pagodas and so on were infinite. They were ups and downs together, shaking him and sprinkled out like light and rain.

This is a country of weapons, all of which are golden, brilliant and dazzling, turned into blazing light, swept in all directions, and the remaining people screamed and were cut into blood mud.

Ye Fan attacked strongly. In this moment, he killed all the followers of the saint of Hotan and did not let anyone go.

In the four fields, people exclaimed, but no one dared to stop it, even the ancients were so, and they were deterred by him.

"What a bold man. He is really fearless. As soon as Hotan went down to the ancient tomb, he would wipe out his men behind him, and he was not afraid to have a grudge against the saint."

"It's so strong that it's all killed. Hotan will probably be angry. This is a naked slap in the face. If you become a saint, someone will step on it and hurt his face.

Even many ancient celebrities were stunned and felt hairy. The holy body of the human race could not be messed with. What else did he dare not do?

The naked book that chases down the heavenly girls of the golden clan is even more called Hotan, which really doesn't matter!

Ye Fanyang went away, not staying for a long time, leaving blood stains on the ground, as well as some broken arms and limbs, which was shocking.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound under the grave, shaking violently. Hotan rushed out in a panic, pulling out his head, mixed with blood, and shaky.

I don't know what happened to him. His skin was open, and the bones of the broken mulberry protruded to the flesh and blood. The blood was stained all over his body. He fell to the ground with a bang and gasped.

At the entrance of the tomb, Xianxia gushed for a period of time, and finally stopped, and the emperor Shenhui once again restrained in.

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

"Who killed them?"

"It is the holy body of the human race." Someone replied.

"Really, I came for him. I was about to treat him as blood food. I didn't think of it, but I took the initiative to offend me. There is no reason to protect him in this victory over the Buddha. No one can say anything when I kill him!" Hotan looked cold and did not mourn for his men. Instead, he smiled coldly.

"Twenty-three, do you have to show off? Sooner or later, I will slaughter you!" Long Ma said.

In fact, this is also Ye Fan's mind. He really wants to make Hotan chatter here and let a saint die!

"Bun"

The grave collapsed again, and the air machine was even more powerful. Duan De raised his eyebrows and said, "I think I can enter the grave."

"I know, I finally know what's in the grave!" Ye Fan's heart beat violently. This time, he felt it clearly, and there was something in the [body] that resonated with him.

In those years, it was also in the southern region. He went in and got immortal fate, but now he never wanted to meet again here!

"Maybe it can also be concluded that the person in the grave is..."