Chapter 1100 Life Forbidden War

"What, is this an ancient forbidden place?" In the rear, all three of Hotan's disciples screamed, and their faces lost their blood and were snow-white.

In the four fields, the vegetation is abundant, and the old medicine is everywhere, but it is quiet, no insects, no birds, no beast roar, just like a dead place.

The ancient wood goes straight into the sky, and the branches stretch wildly. Through the shadow of the tree, you can see the nine holy mountains. Not far from here, it has a harmony and magic, devouring people's life.

"No!" One of Hotan's disciples shouted in horror. He knew that this time was probably over and there was no way to live.

What kind of place is this? There is no entry or exit!

In ancient times, there was no such forbidden place. It was formed in the ancient times, and the danger of the ancient people was known as soon as they recovered.

There were many ancient masters who came here to come here to fight the nine wonderful elixir, but they all ended up with hatred. Even the saints failed and managed to escape, but lost an amazing life.

Now, Ye Fan actually crossed into this place with the help of the rare lines of the ancient emperor's chessboard. Isn't he desperate? It should be burned with their jade.

"Master, let's go!" Now is not the time to hold their orders. The three disciples can't wait to have wings and escape in an instant.

In this place, they have lost all their mana. Except that their physique is still strong, they are no different from mortals. Their faces are pale and it is difficult to see the extreme.

Hotan looked gloomy. Without saying a word, he turned around and left. He didn't want to spend time in this place, because he was taking his life every moment.

"Today, you have no access, and none of you can leave!"

Ye Fan's speed is so fast, his physique is strong, and he does not rely on Taoism, but his amazing combat power turns into a light golden light and shadow to block the way.

"xi!"

With a shot, the void twisted the power of the pure body. The dark gold gun tore open the heavens and the earth and emitted a dark light.

Hotan changed his color. In this place, his strength is greatly limited. He has lost the mana of the saint's arrogance, and it is difficult to operate his own Taoism.

"Boom!"

He struggled to move, barely shook out a wisp of ray of brilliance, wrapped his fist, and sent out a silk of magic to block the long gun forward.

After the two strikes, the divine light burst out and sounded. The palm fingers were comparable to silver essence, and the crystal contained the power of cutting the sky.

"The power of power"

Hotan's palm was crystal clear, avoiding the sharp tip of the gun, hitting the gun sideways, and then sliding like a fish, down along the long black pole, cutting Ye Fan's fingers, trying to take his soldiers.

Ye Fan walked sideways. He held a gun in his left hand, blocked it with his right fist, and pointed to the golden luster. He avoided Hotan, and then grabbed the long gun with both hands, used it as a big stick, and hit it horizontally.

With a sharp cry, the airflow exploded, the void was pressed and blurred, and Hotan quickly retreated.

"Well..."

A sad scream made out. One of Hotan's disciples was swept by a black gun. The bones were broken, the flesh and blood splashed, and the white bones flew out like a fallen leaf, losing his life.

"You..., the blue veins on Hotan's forehead appeared, and his whole body was scattered, but he couldn't change anything. It was difficult for him to roar in this forbidden area.

Ye Fan's browed monks who got the throne are really detached from the human category. Even in the forbidden area, he can still use part of his mana. It can't be explained by common sense.

What is this place? A forbidden area of life! In the past few decades, since Jiulong pulled the coffin and hit the abyss, the "deserness" slowly recovered, the forbidden area has become more and more horrible.

Whether you are a mortal or a beghant, no matter what your cultivation is, once you come in, you will be cut off your cultivation and treat it equally.

He also clearly remembers that the peerless old emperor of the ancient Chinese Dynasty had a long life. In order to continue his life, he wore the golden suit of the ancient sages and carried the sword to break into the forbidden place. Not long after entering, it directly became flying ash, and only a golden divine suit rushed out, leaving a sad feeling.

The saint, beyond all spirits, can't be calculated according to common sense. Hotan's Taoism has not completely dried up, and the holy body still has the power of war.

"Wow!"

Hotan rushed like an arrow from the string. If he delayed for one more second, he would be more dangerous. He didn't want to stay for a moment and wanted to fight out.

Ye Fan attacked with a long gun. Every time he rotated, he could smash the sky. The other two disciples of Hotan were frightened. There was no longer the previous arrogance, and he did not dare to come out.

After all, Hotan is a saint of a generation. Even if he can't move his magic power, he has extremely rich combat experience. He steps forward, shoots with loose hands, avoids the gun front, fights at close range, and attacks Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was calm and calm. He had a layer of stone armor on his body, which was made of divine stone skin as the material, and sacrificed with the forbidden immortal six seals and the source art, which turned into the source god's clothing.

He raised his hands and feet very calmly. Even if the years eroded, it must be longer than Hotan's insistence. It's definitely not him who went down first.

"The power of power"

The dark gold gun in Ye Fan's hand stabbed out a divine light, which did not leave the key point of Hotan and scratched blood on his body.

The two fought fiercely. Hotan's palms contained divine brilliance, transparent palms, and gushing divine brilliance, trying to forcibly shake out the holy power to destroy Ye Fan.

This is a threat of harmony. The holy power does not dry up. Although it is only a thread, it is also very afraid, "Master, you must kill him!" The other two did not dare to speak, so they could only pray secretly. At the same time, they moved their feet and retreated to the distance to escape.

"Wow!.

Suddenly, a black light came, and the dark gold spear broke away from Ye Fan's palm and flew over. A disciple of Hotan vomited blood in his mouth, was pierced by a long gun, flew hundreds of feet away, and was nailed to the ground.

At the same time, Ye Fan broke away from the battlefield, like a light golden dragon moving across and grabbing the long gun again.

Seeing this, another disciple of Hotan was cold from his head to his feet and never dared to take a step again. This was a murderer. His fierceness made his legs weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Moreover, he is aging rapidly. He was originally in his prime, but now his wrinkles have piled up, and it won't take long for him to die.

"Master...help me!"

Seeing this, Hotan couldn't help roaring. He had become a saint, but he was forced to this point by an ant in his eyes. He killed his three disciples in front of him, which was a great hatred and shame.

"It's simple.

Mars are everywhere, and the two fight again. The dark gold spear resonates with the fist, like lightning intertwined.

"Ant can't kill the dragon. I have the throne. Can't you be an ant to bully?" Hotan's face was pale, his murderousness was revealed, and the holy light overflowing from his palms was a little thicker.

Ye Fan was fearless and fought with a gun. The dark gold spear flashed cold and secluded metal light. His body was slender and vigorous. His black hair was extremely scattered to his waist. His eyes were clear and bright. His whole body was sharp and restrained, and he had a detached temperament.

"Buzz"

The two of them bombarded again. Ye Fan's long gun hit his shoulder. Hotan stumbled, a blood stain appeared, and let out a roar.

"Master the world, Taoism is natural, and the universe is obvious. Suppress me!" Hotan roared.

"Boom"

He really borrowed a wisp of divine power, like a sky falling down, and the holy power was hidden and irresistible.

However, after only a moment, the Taoist mark in the sky collapsed and disappeared into a streamer, which could not be pressed down.

Ye Fan looked indifferent. This result had already been guessed. Otherwise, how could he choose this place as the battlefield? It was the only place that could suppress the saints.

"The silkworm princess became a great saint in just one step. Wearing the ancient emperor's battle clothes that the clan took the heavens and the earth, she could barely protect herself and be able to fly and fight against the barren slaves. You have just become a saint. The Taoist fruit has not been consolidated, and you don't even have a hereditary holy soldier. You want to go against the sky here!?"

Ye Huang's ruthless blow made his move faster, and the dark gold spear in his hand turned into a black light, covering Hotan in the middle.

"Ah... In the distance, Hotan's disciples shouted, and his skin was flabby all over his body. He was originally a master of a generation, but now he is aging to death.

He couldn't care about anything else. He rushed out of the ancient forbidden land. The white hair on his head dispersed with the wind, which was extremely miserable. For him, it was a magic land.

Ye Fan shot and forced Huo Tan back, turning into a stream of light to chase after him.

"How dare you!" Hotan was furious and had watched the three disciples die in his hands. At this time, his eyes were about to crack, and he would never tolerate this and the incident to happen again.

Ye Fan's body is unparalleled, and his blood is powerful. As a holy body, he has experienced the baptism of thunder many times, and he has broken through the chaotic thunder field. Every inch of flesh and blood contains the power of terror, and the vitality is extremely powerful.

His speed was very fast, and he caught up in an instant. "A little sound, his right hand fell, cut off the man's head, and carried it in his hand, bloody.

"Here you are!" After he stopped, he turned around and handed a bloody head to Hotan.

Huo Tan exhaled a turbid breath angrily and let out a sad roar like a beast. His chest was about to explode, biting his steel teeth, and his blue veins jumped all over.

"Bun"

Ye Fan threw his head out, crossed the sky, and fell into the distance, leaving a blood stain. So far, all the four disciples of Hotan were killed.

"You take your life!" Hotan tried his best. He didn't believe that as a generation of saints, he could not kill a beheader, and his action was even more brave.

"Clind!"

Ye Fan holds a long gun, like an arm. Every blow is fatal. The dark gold god suddenly appears, and the void is broken, killing him.

"Puff"

Hotan couldn't avoid it. A blood hole was pierced out of his shoulder, and a blood flower was splashed. It flew forward. A drop of blood of the saint could destroy a great power. Ye Fan's body was so strong. Although he was fearless, he didn't want to touch him.

He scolded, twisted the big black gun, almost picked up Hotan, threw the barrel of the gun and threw it out, smashing a large blue stone with a bang.

Hotan was furious, but there was nothing he could do to kill the enemy with one slap. He had an empty walk and could not be displayed in this place.

And the other party is the holy body of the human race, the body is strong, the blood is powerful, beyond imagination, in terms of the body alone, not below him.

This is almost incredible. Before he has been sanctified, Ye Fan's body is almost out of the category of human beings. Wang Wei's blood is as horrible as the sea!

"Kill!"

Hotan shouted loudly and showed his hands, all of which were the magic of physical fighting, containing the truth of heaven and earth, and raising his hands and feet were murderous.

However, what made him vomit blood is that in the field of close combat, he is not as good as the ants in his eyes. Ye Fan's attack is simple, direct and very effective.

"Bun"

Ye Fan grabbed it in both hands and took turns. After hundreds of thousands of fights, he pulled on Hotan's back and let him fly hundreds of feet away. His spine was almost broken and bloodstained.

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