Chapter 934 Rushing to the Earth

The old saint didn't talk much and didn't open his mouth from beginning to end, except when eating crocodiles. Ye Fan had a lot of questions to ask, but the old man seemed to feel that silence was golden.

"Wow"

A piece of ink rushed up in the eyes of the magic sea, and the ancient saint washed the crocodile's skin, like it was made of black gold. Every time it moved, it was sonorous, the Taoist lines were weaving, and the divine clouds were steaming.

It is a kind of divine material. Even the saint will be moved and accept a demon saint's Puhua. Swords are invulnerable, water and fire are invulnerable, and the world is hard to find!

This divine skin full of black è metal texture overflows with all kinds of Taoist light. It is born to be close to the road. Even if it has not been refined, it is already a kind of treasure! It flashes with a cold metallic luster, makes people inaccessible, and has a powerful holy power.

With the existence of this series, a drop of blood can kill a great power, not to mention such a big piece of skin!

Ye Fan's eyes were hot, and his saliva was about to flow out. The skin of the crocodile is the most precious. If it is made into armor, it is simply dreamy.

Especially the crocodile ancestor, this is an ancient god in a hurry, respected as a demon saint, and his skin has already had an immortal god

Unfortunately, the old saint didn't look at him, threw down the already tattered animal skin on his body, and surrounded the crocodile skin around his waist, which stimulated the horror and refining. In the blink of an eye, it became a primitive animal clothing, but it was used to cover the body.

Storm the heavens!

Ye Fan actually wanted to come, but the ancient saints surrounded him, and he was embarrassed to ask for it. After all, it was hunted by others.

Then, the savage began to peel the bones, which was really unambiguous and refined all the good things.

He washed it with the water held in the eyes of the Devil's Sea, and took the crocodile's divine tendon as a ù belt, which was tied at his waist, which made people want to light up their hair.

Ye Fan looked at the huge light bone eagerly. This is a treasure bone that is white, shining with holy brilliance, more brilliant than the stars in the sky.

Its quality is needless to be elaborated. The heavens are rare and can definitely be refined into a hereditary holy soldier, but the savage did not intend to practice deeply at all and directly put his white bone on it.

The dazzling light emitted, and Ye Fan had to go backwards. The energy movement was too violent for him to bear as the sacred body of the human race. The road roared and smashed the universe.

The crocodile bone in the nose was dull, and the divine brilliance was gone. It was blown up fiercely and completely destroyed. The horrible ancient crocodile skeleton turned into powder, and the god disappeared.

And on the bone of the old saint, there is an extra dragon-like crocodile-like rune. It can be said that the divine bone Puhua has been refined into the bone soldier.

Ye Fan carefully looked at the shiny bone and found that there were many branded beasts on it. He couldn't help taking a breath of cold breath. Are such lines branded like just now?

If so, there is no way to estimate the value of this bone!

Ye Fan looked at it eagerly. The old saint was so thorough that he had refined everything, and there was not even some bone pieces left.

The savage sensed his eyes, looked back, and then poked out a big hand to split the mountain into two parts, and sent one of them, which was more than 100,000 catties.

Ye Fan hurriedly stepped back. For his level, the saint really stands high in the clouds and is as powerful as a god.

A drop of blood and a bone can kill the power when it falls. Such a large piece of divine law of terror is definitely a big killer.

The old saint seemed to realize it. After thinking about it, he sacrificed the fire again, and began to barbecue to divide it into hundreds of pieces, emitting fragrance in the flames.

Moreover, in this process, the savage used his strength to make a strip of crocodile jīng blood into a red refining, steaming bursts.

Ye Fan's thriller is such a bloody blood, each of which has a terrible lethality. If you really want to sacrifice, the king who beheads the Tao has to drink hatred.

The old saint is actually refining the very primitive, directly extracting the past from the blood of the demon saint. Whether it is in the blood or the blood that fell on the earth earlier, it is like a river.

Naxumi with mustard!

The blood was like a small lake, all of which fell in the palm of the old saint's hand. It was tempered, turned into murderous spirit, cut the law, and only left the glory of God.

In the end, there was a loud noise, and a large amount of dirty blood fell from the palm of the old saint like a waterfall, and fell into the eyes of the magic sea like a sea of blood.

In the palm of his hand, there are red clouds rushing up, surrounding this auspicious air, and finally there are only six longan-eyed red elixir, crystal yù drops, as bright as red agate.

The old saint handed four of them to Ye Fan, and a kind of fragrance came to his nose, making people feel like lifting the clouds and soaring, like bathing in fairy light.

Ye Fan knew that this kind of elixir was hard to find in the world, and only the old saint could refine it against the sky. He really didn't know how useful it could be. He carefully put it into a yù can.

At this time, more than 100,000 catties of crocodiles had been roasted, and the inner murderous law was cleaned up, and the old saint handed it over. Ye Fanru was in his dream that this was a demon saint, and now it has become his food. This kind of tonic will scare people to death!

He had a lot of questions to ask, but the old saint was very silent and hardly said anything. He walked around the eyes of the demon sea twice, looked up at the sky, and was stunned.

Ye Fan is really a little difficult to disturb when he sees him like this. The other party seems to be thinking about some important things.

At noon, the old saint finally moved. He actually walked to him to borrow the tripod, boiled the heart and liver of the crocodile into a pot of soup with a fire, and asked him to drink it together.

Ye Fan was a little in a daze. It was a pity that a generation of ancient crocodiles was so miserable after his death that he really became a beautiful soup. It didn't cost anything at all.

This old saint is so good at enjoying it. If the food is spread out, he will definitely be shocked and scared by a group of masters and power.

His tripod has become a veritable soup pot, which is really a little different. The mother spirit of everything flows, and with the fragrance of the divine soup, others will be dumbfounded when they see it.

Should it be said to be extremely luxurious or too extraordinary? I guess any monk will be speechless when he sees it.

Ye Fan was persistent and kept muttering to the old saint. He wanted to be with him, but the other party still cherished his words as gold and hardly said anything, but occasionally looked at this day

In the end, Ye Fan had no choice but to talk about the most worrying thing. In case the night falls, the Lord will definitely turn from a deity to a demon, and no one in the world can control it. It will be a big disaster!

Ye Fan pointed to the scorching sun in the sky. He felt that he could let the old saint rush to the sun. At an appropriate distance, it was always the day, and maybe he could slowly melt away his demon.

The old saint shook his head and meditated silently. He has not paid much attention to Ye Fan. Obviously, he has been thinking about his own problems. He is worried that he will go crazy after the sun sets and kills.

Ye Fan suddenly understood that the so-called god during the day and demon at night is not related to light, but the problem of his god and demon. For gods and demons, time should be the same, which is mistaken for day and night.

"I'm leaving." The old saint stood up and finally said a word.

"Senior, where are you going?" Ye Fan asked. Naturally, it flows with divine thoughts, because the ancient language is different from the present.

"In the depths of the dead universe, in the unmatched darkness..." The old saint whispered.

Ye Fan knew that he was an eternal exile, afraid of accidentally hurting others, willing to fall into the depths of the barren star domain, and walked alone until he became a cold corpse in the depths of the universe.

"Zhe"

The metal trill sounded, and all the fragments of the red god chain that had collapsed earlier flew back. The old saint recasted it with ** force and melted it into a new god chain, which was stronger, engraved with a rune, and then sealed himself.

"Senior, you are..."

"With its own shackles, when it endangers my life, it will break. If nothing happens, it will imprison my demon

Ye Fan sighed. I don't know if he can still see it. The ancient saint is really too powerful. In order not to kill, he would rather exile himself and be alone in a foreign land.

"Maybe I will come up with a way, too much sun to melt..." The old saint said to himself.

Ye Fan's heart moved, quickly carved out the Tai Chi and handed it to the old saint, among which there were some changes of Tai Chi.

"Your secret places are practiced differently, and it is difficult to penetrate. This is a big hidden danger. If I teach you too much with the sun, it will hurt you."

The old saint issued a warning before leaving, and then penetrated into the void with the white bone in his arms, broke through the shackles of heaven and earth, entered the star domain, and then disappeared.

Ye Fan was stunned and looked at Tianyu from afar. It took a long time to recover and sighed. I don't know if he can see this world-class strong man in his lifetime. I hope he won't fall into the depths of the universe.

He stayed in the ancient star for half a day. Every time he searched carefully, he never saw the ruins again, and everything was swallowed into the eyes of the sea.

However, he also made some other discoveries. He saw some satellites and the wreckage of space probes, some in recent years and some long ago.

"Traveler No. 48, Chang'e No. 19..."

Ye Fan observed carefully that these aircraft were badly damaged, mainly from several space powers. It was expected that the sealed ancient star would fall as much as it was sent.

Finally, after taking a look at the ancient star, Ye Fan decided to go on the road and rushed to his hometown, because he really had no time to delay.

This time, although it did not return directly to the earth, the ancient star is not far from its destination. Of course, this is relative to the Big Dipper. In terms of the real distance, it is enough to scare people to death.

The ancient star is the closest to the earth in the rush, with 55 million kilometers, and the farthest distance from the earth in the sun, about 400 million kilometers.

You know, the ancient star belongs to the same solar system and is a planet next to the earth, but there is such an astronomical distance, which has to make people sigh at the insignity of human beings

Ye Fan went on the road, kept rising, quickly rushed out of the thin atmosphere, finally got rid of gravity, and then sacrificed Xuanyù platform, starting a repeated and long crossing process.

If you expect him to fly back, it is estimated that it will consume all his magic power, and I don't know how many months it will take, in case there is a deviation, or even a few years.

He kept correcting the coordinates and crossed to the homeland where he was born and raised. I don't know how many Xuanyù platforms were abolished, and finally clearly saw the water blue è star.

Ye Fan's tears almost flowed out. How many years have you been away from home? He is timid in his hometown for fear that something bad will happen after many years.

In the past, he had never been so nervous after all kinds of life-and-death wars, but at this time, he was panicked and his body was shaking.

"Earth, I'm back..."

Ye Fan burst into tears and kept moving forward. His heart moved to the extreme. He took Jiulong to pull the coffin for more than 20 years, and now he can't help trembling with his own efforts.

I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival, reunion and fullness.

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