Chapter 1632 Return to Heaven

Ye Fan returned against the sky, but he did not allow him to burst into a more brilliant emperor's light, and he left again. In people's eyes, the glory of the Eucharist has come to an end.

Three hundred years ago, he defeated the supreme in the forbidden area of life and died of blood, but his glory cut through three hundred years of time and space, illuminating an era. He survived, but he was also a valley in the ups and downs of his life. He had a dark disease in his body, and he retired three hundred years later.

This marks the end of an era that belongs to the Eucharist!

This is the opinion of many people. Living is already against the sky. What else can we do to fight back with the heavens, which is hope to become the emperor's body?

"What a pity!" This is the final sigh of people.

Many people are afraid of him and can't wait for him to die immediately. Many people respect him and hope that he will reach the top. Such a result makes most people sigh.

In any case, Ye Fan of the Holy Body has been strong all his life. He has never been defeated when facing the masters of the same generation. With a truly invincible past, He He is famous and moves the universe, leaving an indelible mark in this era. There was a time when it only belonged to him!

After he left, the wind rose, blood splashed on the emperor's road, and the battle of the nine-fold emperor's pass officially entered the state of terror, becoming more and more tragic, and the battle on the road will continue.

From this day on, Ye Fan will fade out of people's sight. The future road will belong to those most able and powerful heroes, and a new emperor may be born among them!

On the ancient road of the human race, Ye Fan is back again, and the star domain leading to the heavenly court must pass through here. This time he did not come from the first level, but went against the last level. After so many years, he wanted to take a look at the road he had traveled.

This road has not been closed yet. There are still talented people who come here to practice to break the cocoon and achieve an important transformation in life.

Looking at the ideals and immature faces, Ye Fan felt a lot. Once he was also one of them and kept striving for his goal.

It's just that he is a little tired now. Looking at them as if they were opposite themselves in the past for a while, he also laughed and sighed frivolously. Finally, he laughed and stopped.

Yesterday is still the same, and it has been hundreds of years to look back!

Someone looked sideways and looked at the three of them, all of whom showed different colors.

"Well, look at that bald head, it seems to be the most notorious huāhuā Buddha in the past three hundred years!"

"Why is that person a little familiar? Well, it's kind of like the statue of the Holy Body Ye Fan. No, it's so similar. Oh, my God!"

"What's the matter, that man... He is exactly the same as the human body god. He has seen a ghost, and is accompanied by a huāhuā demon Buddha. Is it... God!"

Ye Fan was buried 300 years ago and his statue was erected in some places known by all ethnic groups in the universe. Now, only the only person in Zhenlu Diguan knows that he is back alive. Although the news is destined to come out, the people here still don't know.

In all areas of the universe, people have not received any news, because it is difficult for Diguan to send letters to the outside, and it will take a long time.

Ye Fan did not stop for a long time. He stopped all the way. He did not give people time to confirm and confirm, which only caused a small wave.

In the fiftieth city of the human race, he stopped for a little longer, but he did not see Zhao Gongyi, a full-faced receptionist in the old place where the Holy Body competed for hegemony. He has changed his master here, and he has left for many years.

Against this road, in addition to those young faces and teenagers who are full of hope to fight for their dreams, Ye Fan has also seen many familiar faces.

That is a person of the same era as him. He once broke through the ancient road together and fought one level after another. Now he has become the guard of the holy cities in various regions on the ancient road of the human race, and he has let go of his dream.

Just like the old soldiers Ye Fan saw when he broke into the ancient customs of the human race, and now some people of their generation have chosen this road, standing in front of the gate and silently looking at the latecomers.

Ye Fan did not disturb anyone. Accompanied by huāhu and the blood crow, he passed quietly, and a wave gushed out in his heart. The former handsome man, some people's hearts are old, and they occasionally look at the farthest pass. Is the dream still there?

Most of the time, they will only be silent, patrol, and guard the gate. This is their duty. Maybe they are unwilling, otherwise why don't they leave? Here... What kind of feeling is it to endure the suffering of loneliness?

In the second city of the human race, Ye Fan stepped out of the gate and didn't say anything. He just looked back and took a deep look. There was a veteran there. His body was rickeping, his eyes were turbid, and he was looking at his back.

Ye Fan nodded, but did not say much, and then traveled far away and left the ancient road of the human race.

That man is Guan Cheng. He has never died and has been staying here. Occasionally, he sighs in the cool breeze in the middle of the night, looking at the road that is impossible to reach the end.

In the dark turmoil, he lost most of his life energy and survived with difficulty. Now all he has left is memories. [True] Real life has never been colorful, but he can live in a dream. There, he can look forward to, have beauty, hope and future.

"You are still alive, but why can't you even take that step without the fluctuation of the law? In this life, this life..."

His back has long been not straight, no longer as before, his hair is white, and his voice is old and weak, but his turbid and dim eyes can see the bad condition of Ye Fan's body now.

In the village of heaven, the pure land of God is full of flowers. Every day, there are snow-white and crystal huā petals falling here, because many celan trees are planted here, telling the sadness of life and death.

On this day, a huge grave suddenly exploded, the stones were in the air, the smoke and dust rushed to the sky, and the chaos was permeated. A big tripod flew out and fell down thousands of mysterious yellow.

"What's going on? What happened?!

In the heavenly court, one palace after another, many powerful beings opened their eyes at the same time, and the beam of light deterreds people and looked in the same direction.

"There is something wrong with the cemetery!"

"It's it, it's actually it... Everything collapsed and cracked the grave!"

Buried underground for three hundred years, it remained motionless, as if it had died with Ye Fan. But now the fluctuation it shakes out is so violent that the internal gods only resurrect strongly, making the whole heavenly headquarters tremble. Many peaks rolled down, and some floating islands hanging in the air and many building halls were shining together. The lines lit up, and the characters shone. With the resurrection of the tripod, they resonated, which was the trajectory of the road.

Under a magnificent mountain, there is an ancient tree, swaying out thousands of blue lights and spilling all kinds of auspicious colors.

Under the tree, Zhilan Tuxia, the phoenix grass is fragrant and colorful. On a huge bluestone platform, a big black dog lay lazily and listless.

At this time, it suddenly stood up its ears, and the copper bell's big eyes were wide open, showing shock, and he couldn't believe his feelings.

"Wow!"

A dog bark shook the heavenly court and resounded through the vast land, and then it jumped up directly, with black hairs on its satin-like fur upside down.

"The great enemy is coming, and we are ready to fight!"

"What, the invasion of the enemy? No, I clearly sensed the familiar air machine. The silver-blooded double emperor rushed to the ancient wood of Tongtian and reacted the fastest.

"Ready, meet the enemy!" The Black Emperor shouted.

"Kill it!" The heavenly court riots, countless peaks, and many floating islands and giant palaces suspended in the sky rushed out of countless heavenly soldiers and generals, drums beat and killed out.

On a divine island, the jade cup in the little sparrow's hand fell to the ground. She trembled with excitement, and tears rolled out silently, and then rushed out of the jade and flew out of the heavenly court.

"The Son of God... It's the Son of God who is back!"

In another position, the old killer Ziro's face was full of incredible look. He opened his mouth, one eye burst out, and the other eye was extremely empty, with the sun, moon and stars disillusionment inside.

"I'm back... I'm back!" His voice trembled and he stood up, with his fingers trembling.

"It's him...it's him, my good brother is back!" On another peak, Li Heishui jumped up from the Taoist platform, looked up to the sky and roared, sad and happy, and trembled all over.

In front of a waterfall, a savage sat under the waterfall with his upper body. His bronze skin flashed with metallic luster, and his strong muscles were coiled like wild dragons.

Dongfangye roared, shattered the sky, cried twice, and then laughed and walked out of the waterfall. Every step of the sky and the earth shook, making the mountains and rivers tremble.

"Ah..."

With a cry and a sad roar, the Holy Prince broke a stone mountain. He was also in the heavenly court. He went up through the clouds and said, "My good brother, Jizi is gone, and you are finally alive. Meet me!"

The monkey rushed over and rushed to the extreme.

In another temple, a girl in purple was originally very strong, but at this time, she stumbled. She ran out with her crystal white jade feet.

Her face was full of tears, and the crystal tears kept dripping. She ran barefoot and muttered. She couldn't believe all this. There was hope, surprise, and panic. She was afraid that it was a dream.

"Ye Fan... Is it really you?!" Ji Ziyue couldn't help crying loudly.

......

Too many people, too much movement, the heavenly court shakes, and countless people move together.

Ye Fan stood in front of the heavenly court. The first thing he felt was nothing else, but the alternative welcome of the Black Emperor, which led an endless army to kill him.

"Your Majesty the supreme Black Emperor, do you want us to kill the big enemy in front of us, but...huāhuā Buddha seems to be by his side?" One day I will be confused.

"That's right, it's to meet the big enemy on the opposite side and beat the bald head at the same time!" The Black Emperor gave an order.

However, the heavenly soldiers and generals soon made a doubtful voice and said in surprise, "Your Majesty, that man... seems to be exactly the same as the stone statue we have seen. Is he?"

"Damn it, you bastards have rebelled, and even I dare to fight!?" As soon as huāhuā opened his mouth to speak, a magic weapon fell down.

Ye Fan smiled and was not angry. Instead, his eyes were a little wet. It was still the black emperor in those years, or the group of people in those years. They all came.

"Ye Fan!"

Men, women, old and young, a large group of people rushed here. Some people cried, some laughed, sad and happy, and a group of people rushed forward.