Chapter 1617 No Holy Body

The strong wind blew through the ancient battlefield, and the huge body of the blood crow carried Ye Fan away, which shocked a huge wave. The powerful people's hearts were insensitive, and they all stood on the peak and looked at the sky.

On the back of the blood crow, the figure is not very clear, or even very vague. He is like a rock, making people feel an immovable toughness.

It was like a meteorite crashing into the ocean, and the wild waves swept the vast world. Some of the strongest people in the flying fairy battlefield saw it, and their eyes were amazing.

Many people are shocked and have some doubts. Is it really that person? People can't be sure.

150 years ago, there was a man who, exactly like the king of white, caused a big disturbance. Later, it was proved that it was not true, but with ulterior motives.

"I think it must be true this time. There is no reason. It's just a real feeling. There will be a shocking storm on this battlefield!"

"How did he survive when even the ancient supreme was buried in the starry sky? I believe that some people can't sit still. What a big accident!"

The blood crow crossed the sky, making the areas they passed noisy. No one could calm down, and many substantial eyes shone high into the sky.

Some people are shocked, some people are excited, and their reactions are different.

There are enemies and hostile people gritting their teeth, and there is a haze in their hearts. The holy body of the human race suddenly appears like a mountain, and many people are overwhelmed all of a sudden. They think that this is definitely a peak that is difficult to break through on the road.

Some people are so happy that they even cry.

In the past, darkness and turmoil swept the world, and the achievements of the human body could not be erased, but some ultuous people covered up some of his glory, but they still could not stop the truth.

Ye Fan shed his last drop of blood and was buried in the eternal void. He could never come back and infected many descendants. They have never seen Ye Fan, but they have heard his legend and felt it in their hearts. Now I heard someone whispering, guessing that he may have appeared alive. Naturally, he was shocked and excited. That person is a living miracle and monument to them.

The wind is blowing, and the ancient battlefield is very uneasy!

"Am I... in trouble for you?" The blood crow hesitated, his words with respect, and some self-reproach, it passed by like this. Without any cover-up, Ye Fan's real body must have been seen by some of the most powerful people.

"Nothing." Ye Fan said, no joy, no worries, staring at the magnificent mountains and rivers below, looking at the boundless territory, there was no expression.

Blood Crow has naturally heard of Ye Fan's past deeds. Although it is a demon, it is a fierce bird. He comes from negative and does not respect the jure of the world, but after knowing Ye Fan's identity. There is also a kind of respect.

In those years, the sacred body of the human race was too far from the supreme, but like a moth to the fire, it interpreted fearlessness and unyielding with blood and bone, fighting with the holy body and the green bronze tripod, so that the supreme blood splashed the starry sky. This is not something ordinary people can do at all!

At that time, there were not many great saints in the universe, but there were a few people like Ye Fan. Dare to pay like that, splash the world with blood, go with the heart of death, and kill the supreme. It has long been expected that it will be buried in the universe. But don't flinch, it takes a kind of courage.

The blood crow's feathers stood up, and bursts of blood emerged, blocking the sight of everyone below. It was afraid that more and more terrible strong people would stare at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was silent. Seeing the blood crow like this, he didn't say much and let it go.

The blood crow comes from a very distant ancient star domain, which is too far away from the ancient road of the human race. Although he has heard of Ye Fan's deeds for so many years, he does not know his old friend.

Because the universe is too big, even if it dominates in one field and even dominates several star domains, it may not be known by people in more distant places.

Ye Fan is known because of the bloody war 300 years ago.

"Let me think about it. There is a man named Pombo. I think it has something to do with you. He is the famous saint of my demon clan. He once killed millions of miles in anger and made a lot of noise more than a hundred years ago, just to kill the people who smear you.

In the end, after thinking about it, the blood crow only mentioned Pombo, but it was not exhaustive, because the two places were too far apart, and they just heard about it.

"What's wrong with him?" Ye Fan is worried.

"He didn't suffer losses. He was fierce and strong. He killed a field of blood flowing into a river and destroyed more than one Taoism." The blood crow sighed.

They went all the way to the northwest.

In their rear, there were violent fluctuations in some light doors, and many of the most powerful figures were reported, all of which showed solemnity.

Although the news has not been confirmed and is suspicious, it is worthy of vigilance. How terrible it is that the person who once fought for the supreme survived?

Among other things, the experience of that war alone is enough to make him suffer for the rest of his life and make many strong people silent.

It is such a person that if he really comes back alive, he will inevitably block the way of many people, like a magic mountain, blocking in front of him and unable to climb over.

There are no weak people who can come here. I soon thought of a question. Why hasn't Ye Fan appeared for 300 years? It must have paid an unimaginable price and survived with difficulty.

Maybe, he is not as terrible as he thought, and it's mostly a fact!

A few days have passed, and the Light Gate has stabilized and penetrated the two worlds, freed many heroes with amazing origin and respect, and there is no need to guard the Light Gate in person.

In those areas, one camp after another has emerged, and the mountain gate has been established. The Taoist system is different, which is equivalent to dozens or hundreds of great religious sects taking root, and it is officially established here.

On a mountain peak, the light gate is stable and has taken shape. There is no need to suppress and guard it. Here, the palace is magnificent, like a magnificent heavenly palace. One of the main halls should have been golden, but at this time it was dark, like an unfathomable black hole.

In the loom, it can be seen that there is a treasure bottle at the top of the hall. It is the one that devours all the light that makes it fall into darkness.

And the treasure bottle, engraved with seals, is simple and vast, as simple as carrying a world, not as a vessel.

This is not an illegal device. It is a road symbol formed after a person practices to the extreme, and now it has become such a shape. It is so solid, like the most terrible physical Taoist.

Under the treasure bottle of the road, there is a man sitting cross-legged. He is so terrible that there are still Taoist deeds in this world that have never been beheaded, which can form the true charm of the road. It turned into a black treasure bottle.

Obviously, this person's cultivation has reached the extreme of a certain field, otherwise there would never be such a terrible performance.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and tore the void like two lightnings. In the light, he could see his unclear outline in an instant.

He has black hair. He is very dense, his appearance is extremely outstanding, and his head is grand. At first glance, he is the kind of extraordinary person, surpassing his peers.

"Is it really him?" His words were calm and insipid.

"It should not be false. Several people who have played with him have had violent emotional fluctuations and have been caught by their abnormal reactions." There are other people in the hall, but the man under the treasure bottle of the road is respected.

"How strong is he?"

"It should not have broken that shackle. It has nothing to do with the quasi-emperor. Another person replied that they had really worked hard to pass the battle traces left by Ye Fan. This judgment was made.

"Brother, do you need to tell the master immediately?"

The man under the treasure bottle of the road sat in the dark, his eyes were frightening. After hearing the words, he said indifferently, "The master will fight hard in the imperial pass behind the light gate. He wants to compete for those fairy scriptures and secrets. Which one is easy-to-use, such as Shenzun, Yin Tiande

This is the place where the shaking light comes. The man in the middle is Mo Wentian, the strongest disciple under the shaking light seat. It is said that he is full of cultivation to chase the shaking light.

"The golden cicada, the Jiujie Taoist, the overlord, the Great Spirit, etc. have also returned through the passages of the two worlds. Because it is said that the fairy scriptures may have been left by the emperor, they have never been seen and circulated in the world. If you want to get it, you don't necessarily need to fight against the sky, but to be able to understand the emperor's legacy to get a glimpse of the true scriptures.

"Taichu and the emperor have not yet manifested. I don't know where I am.

"Do you really don't need to invite the master? That's the Eucharist Ye Fan. Three hundred years ago, it shook an era!" Someone said in the wave of light.

"No need!" Mo Wentian shook his head, and his eyes were like a torch. His strength was a little scary. He said, "The Eucharist of the human race died in battle three hundred years ago, and was buried in the universe with the supreme glory of blood, which is worthy of respect." Then, his words turned cold and said, "Three hundred years later, there is no one in the world, and some people pretend to be fallen heroes. Not only me, but many people in the Feixian battlefield will fight for the innocence and glory of Elder Ye. The reputation cannot be tarnished, and many heroes will try their best to kill that person.

"However, he is really the Holy Body Ye Fan." Someone whispered.

Mo Wentian showed his snow-white teeth and said, "Three hundred years later, there will be no more human body Ye Fan!"

"He is very strong." Someone else said.

"But he is not the emperor!" Mo Wentian said indifferently and ruthlessly, "The more powerful people are, the more worth looking forward to. You should believe that many camps will use this to sharpen their own people, will fight with him, and will 'consciously' kill him for Elder Ye!"

"I think it's better to tell the master. He may not agree to do so..." Some people objected, but they stopped again after seeing Mo Wentian's indifference.

"It's really a pity that the master missed the opportunity to fight with Ye Fan. But Elder Ye also has a disciple named Yang Xi, who is also the Holy Body. I will fight with him and continue the battle of the previous generation. The weaker and the stronger will be reflected in the duel between me and him!" Mo Wentian said calmly and coldly, and added, "He must be on the Feixian battlefield. I look forward to meeting him, which will also be the end of the battle between the master and Elder Ye!"

Not everyone is like Mo Wentian, who shakes the pulse of light. Some strong men are now looking for Ye Fan with a pilgrimage mentality and want to meet him.

"Senior Ye, where are you?"

Although some people are determined to fight for the emperor's road, there are some wavering now. Just because of Ye Fan's appearance, they want to see him and follow him.

However, as Mo Wentian said, some other camps firmly believe that there will be no holy body Ye Fan in three hundred years! Many people are coming from all directions and gathering in a certain area. ( To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.) RQ