Chapter 1327 The Fall of the Eucharistic Family

"Little boy, look, you still dare to be tough." A group of older children rushed up.

This dirty child's clothes were ragged, his little face was blue and purple, and he had a lot of bruises on his body, but he was very fierce and stubborn. He didn't speak a word and fought back, beating the two eleven- or twelve-year-old children with pain.

"Let's go together and kill this wild child. What kind of ancestor is invincible? Isn't it killing someone?" Several children shouted and came forward with small wooden sticks.

The little boy waved his fist hard, smashed a big child's face with a bang, blood rushed out of his nose, and immediately cried and howled. Some children have a retreat. Although a group of people bully a person, they are still afraid and dare not do it again.

"What's so terrible? It's just a broken child." A big child walked out, his palms glowed, and patted the little broken child. He actually knew some ways to practice.

"Bun!"

The little boy was suddenly blown away and fell into the corner of the wall. A group of children swarmed up, punched and kicked.

"I'll beat you to death. Look at you still talking hard. What kind of broken holy body? It has been dead for a long time, and I still think I'm proud."

The identity of one or two of these children is very extraordinary. The successful foundation of this difficult ancient star has laid a weak foundation, otherwise this group of children really can't help the little broken children born with divine power.

"Oh, it's going to be killed. Don't kick it anymore." Suddenly, someone screamed.

A group of children immediately jumped away. Although they shouted fiercely, they were also afraid of killing people, and they were all a little uneasy.

"It's okay. He can't die. He has rough skin and thick flesh. He is born with a meat sandbag. However, that's all for today. In case it breaks down, whoever will accompany Cangyun to practice, the Cang family will blame and punish us.

This group of children dispersed, leaving only the little broken child in place, curled up in the corner and bleeding on his forehead. His face was bruised, and his eyes were very bright, like a fierce little tiger. He had never yielded to Ye Fan and witnessed all this calmly. At this time, he walked into the alley and looked at him and

Although the little boy was only six or seven years old, he was very wary of not saying a word. He stood up and retreated to one side.

"Why were you beaten as a descendant of the Eucharist?" Ye Fan said.

The little boy still didn't say anything. His dirty little face was tight, and his childish look was full of distress. Obviously, he was not so calm in his heart.

"Is the Eucharist very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.

"You are not allowed to despise the Eucharistic ancestors. He is very powerful and invincible!" The little boy finally broke out, like a little tiger, and his eyes were a little sharp.

"Then why were you beaten?"

"The world has changed, and I can't practice." The little boy clenched his little fists. He didn't cry when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped his tears and said, "If I can practice, no one can humiliate my ancestors. People with hegemonic blood flowing in my body can't do it!"

Ye Fan squatted down and touched his head and sighed softly. Sure enough, the little guy encountered the same problem as he had in the past.

His hand scratched the bruises, and a trace of glow flashed through the dark wounds on the little boy's body. All the blood stains on his forehead disappeared and there were no scars left.

The little broken child's tight body relaxed a little. He looked at it doubtfully and didn't know why he treated him so kindly, which was very different from the people he had seen before.

"Do you want to practice?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, but I can't practice. I can't get up to that level." The little boy was a little discouraged and full of unwillingness. He lowered his head and pulled the corners of his torn clothes.

"If you want to, I'll teach you, any road suppression, any rules of heaven and earth, it's nothing." Ye Fan said.

"Really?" The little boy's big eyes suddenly lit up, but soon it dimmed. He lowered his head and said, "We have used a lot of methods, but it's always impossible."

"Do you have any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.

"There is a grandpa whose legs and feet are inconvenient and his health is not very good.

" The little boy answered truthfully.

Look at his clothes, you will know that his family is not very good, otherwise he will not be chased and bullied by a group of children like a little beggar.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, and his bones were amazing, which was very suitable for monasticism. Then, he put his palm on the sea of his wheel, which did not exceed his expectations. Just like him in those years, it seemed to be a piece of magic iron, which was difficult to melt.

Ye Fan shot a golden light from his fingertips and sank into the child's body. The little boy suddenly screamed and his body trembled. His body began to glow, and each wall of blood vessels was crystal clear, with a wisp of golden light moving.

"It's really good. There is so much golden blood in the dormant, even if it is not far from the original Eucharist!" Ye Fan was amazed.

This is a veritable descendant of the Eucharist. Even after a long time, the holy blood in his body has not diminished, and it is still rich and amazing, but it is hidden.

This is a phenomenon of returning ancestors, not a real holy body, but if you continue to practice, you can reach the peak and transform into the first generation of the Holy Body.

This is really an amazing thing. The blood of the Eucharist has long been cut off in Beidou. I didn't expect to meet a broken child here. The potential is so amazing.

The so-called inability to monasticism is suppressed by the road, which is not absolutely inoperable for Ye Fan.

"Uncle, can you really let me practice and break through this barrier?" The little boy was nervous. Seeing that Ye Fan had been touching his bones and didn't say anything, he was very uneasy.

He raised his head, and his little face was full of hope. His big black and white eyes were full of desire, and he grabbed the corners of his little clothes nervously.

"It's nothing to open the door of cultivation. The most difficult thing is to break through the curse. In those years, a senior of the god king washed the map for me with divine blood and almost put his life in it." Ye Fan lost his mind for a while and thought of Jiang Taixu, the peerless god king, which was difficult to repay.

He hurried by for nearly a hundred years, and everything seemed to be in front of him. The divine king's blood stained his white robe and helped him continue the way forward.

He can have all this today, which was fought back by the king in white with his life, otherwise I'm afraid he will always be blocked and suppressed by the Tao, and it is difficult to have the fruit of today.

"This road is very bumpy. My predecessors sprinkled divine blood for me and exchanged my life for the way forward, and now it's time for me to do something for future generations." Ye Fan said to himself.

"Uncle, can I really practice?" The little broken boy raised his head, and his big bright eyes had tears, which were about to slip out.

"You can! However, the real impact on the last shackles still depends on yourself and some opportunities. Ye Fandao touched his head and gave an affirmative answer.

In those years, the god king in white must have reached the realm of saints. He washed the Taoist map with divine blood and broke the curse of the Holy Body, but he almost put his life into it. In the end, he succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered a road injury.

At that time, it can be said that Ye Fan left his hometown, left the northern region alone, entered the ancient forbidden land, and finally made a way to live for himself.

Now, his strength is also in the realm of saints. Naturally, he can wash the map with blood and find a way forward for the little broken child, but I don't know if he can avoid the hidden injury of the road.

This is a very quiet corner of the city. A courtyard does not look small, but it is dilapidated. This should be an ancient building left over from the past.

Yang Xi has never been as happy as he is today. His little face is full of excitement. He pushed open the broken wooden door and shouted, "Grandpa, I can practice."

There are several ancient trees in the yard. Many old yellow dogs barked in the fallen leaves, greeted the little broken child Chen Xi, and then grinned at Ye Fan.

An old man was a little lame on one foot, his clothes were full of patches, also very tattered, and his gray hair was very old. He put down the wooden barrel and came over from the well.

Yang Yunteng is old and weak, wrinkles on his face are piled up, and his old eyes are cloudy. Po's feet came over, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Are you?"

"Grandpa, he is a holy body, a holy body that can be practiced. If you want to hand over the practice method of Xi'er, I can practice it immediately. I'm no longer afraid of them. No one can humiliate our ancestors. I must defeat the people with the blood flowing in my body!

The little boy shouted, extremely serious, his little face flushed with excitement, and a pair of small hands clenched into fists, clenched very tightly.

Ye Fan was shining all over, and the golden blood in his body was like thunder, but he controlled the pressure well and did not hit out, but made the old man feel the unique breath of the Holy Body.

He is very direct and has nothing to hide. It shows his intention. Otherwise, no matter how excited a child shouts, it will make people doubt.

The old man was stunned, and the next moment he let out a dull low roar, as if he had been suppressed for many years, like an old lion, roaring sadly: "God is pitiful, no, it has nothing to do with God. We are going to disobey God and break all obstacles. My holy body can finally practice!"

He seemed to have endless depression. At this moment, he was in tears, and his wrinkled face was full of crystals.

"In those years, our ancestors died in the hands of people with hegemonic blood flowing in their bodies. We don't accept it!" He roared, as if there was infinite depression and aggrieved.

In the past, after the death of the Holy Body, his descendants stepped on the starry sky and learned everything here. They were heartbroken and stopped forever. This is the only way to set foot in this ancient star.

"The ancestors had long expected that... the rules of heaven and earth may change, and the Holy Body will decline more and more. I didn't expect that you could go up in retrograde." The old man Yang Yunteng cried and laughed. Years of depression made him look a little crazy.

This is a fallen family. The blood of the Eucharist is almost broken, but there seem to be some great secrets hidden in my heart.

Ye Fan knew that if it hadn't been for the care of successive generations, the fallen Holy Body would no longer exist, and it was really not easy to get to this point.

The Holy Body family with a bleak future, buried some ancient secrets in their hearts.

Whether it is a broken child or this old man, they are very sad and angry about their ancestors' blood-stained and buried in other places. They firmly believe that the Holy Body is invincible.

"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked the little boy.

Yang Xi's little clothes were tattered, but at this time, an angry little tiger shouted, "I firmly believe that the ancestors of the Eucharist are the strongest. If I can practice, if there are people with hegemonic blood flowing in my body in the future, I will beat them ten by myself!"

Yang Yunteng didn't say anything about the war that year, but his old face was full of everything.

Too long ago, Ye Fan did not delve into the various aspects of the war, and it was difficult to change anything.

"How I hope that the people who fought with the Holy Body in those years will survive. I don't want the blood of those people to solidify. I hope that one day I can suppress them with my own hands." Ye Fan said calmly.

But it sounds like a thunderstorm in the ears of the two grandparents and grandchildren.

Yang Yunteng said in a trembling voice, "This... is unlikely. The years are too long. Even if you stand on the top of humanity, you can't do it. There will always be a day when you get old."

When Ye Fan heard the words, he did not refute or talk to him. He just looked up at the sky and the vast starry sky.