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Whether it is a poor child or this old man who is dying, they are very sad and indignant at the blood of their ancestors and their bones buried in foreign lands. They firmly believe that the Eucharist is invincible.

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

Yang Xi's clothes were torn, but at this time there was an angry little tiger, shouting: "I firmly believe that the ancestors of the holy body are the strongest. If I can practice, if there is a person with the blood of the heavens flowing in the body in the future, I will fight alone. Ten of them!"

Yang Yunteng didn't talk about the battle that year, but everything was written on his old face.

Too much time has passed, and Ye Fan didn't delve into the details of that battle, so it's hard to change anything.

"How much I hope that those who fought against the Eucharist survived. I don't want the blood of those people to coagulate. I hope that one day I can suppress them with my own hands." Ye Fan said calmly.

But it sounded like a thunderbolt to the ears of the grandparent and grandson.

Yang Yunteng said in a trembling voice: "This... is impossible, the time is too long, even if it stands at the peak of humanity, it will not work, there will always be a day of old age."

When Ye Fan heard the words, he didn't refute or speak up, but just looked up at the sky and the boundless starry sky.

Chapter 1329 Deception

Although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was very peaceful, with a few old trees swaying, casting shade all over the place.Beside the ancient well, the little boy poured a basin of clean water to wash away the dirt, revealing a delicate and immature face.

"Why is there a small part of the ancient art of Eucharist specializing in major secret realms missing?" Ye Fan asked.

Hearing this, the little boy ran over and listened to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan, without bothering to wipe off the water on his face.The yellow dog sticks out its tongue, wags its tail, and follows him around with a fawning look.

Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng were sitting on the bluestone, talking about the ancient method. The old man Yang Yunteng was surprised and said: "This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. Could it be that part of it was lost along the way?"

The years are too long to be detected.The most precious ancient art in their hearts was missing, and both grandparents and grandchildren were very nervous and anxious.Because, the ancestors said, this is the orthodoxy of the Eucharist, which cannot be lost. Only by practicing this method can one day achieve the Dzogchen, the real Dacheng.

"It's okay, I'll make it up for you." Ye Fan radiated a ray of consciousness, and engraved this earth-shattering ancient technique in their hearts.

Ye Fan stayed here and taught Yang Xi for a few days. This child is very talented, coupled with his hard work, his performance is extremely amazing.

The spiritual energy of the world here is dry, which is not a problem for Ye Fan at all. He spreads a small piece of Yuantian pattern to gather the energy of the ten directions.

In fact, he could directly take out pieces of divine origin and make this place a paradise, but he didn't want to expose the little boy to such a cultivation environment from the very beginning.

"Calm down, open up the sea of ​​bitterness." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan looked serious, urging Yang Xi to concentrate all his energy, open up his own sea of ​​bitterness, and release the shackles.

Ye Fan helped him activate his blood vessels, revived the dormant golden holy blood, and then stood aside.Two hours later, the unshakable sea of ​​bitterness suddenly became radiant, as if it had melted, and a little bit of golden glow appeared.

"Ah... I have received spiritual energy, so I can practice!" The little Po Boy was shocked, opened his eyes, and jumped up with incomparable excitement.

Seeing Ye Fan's stare, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong, I was just too excited. The last few generations of my family can't pass this hurdle."

Ye Fan nodded, and didn't blame him. The recent generations of the declining Saint Body clan can't even open up the sea of ​​suffering, so the mood at this time is understandable.

Old man Yang Yunteng was carrying water by the well to irrigate the vegetable bed. At this time, he was genuinely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be reduced.

This ancient star is even more severe than Beidou, and it is so suppressed that the Eucharist can't even pass the level of the sea of ​​suffering, which is really helpless.

Next, the little Po Boy became more serious and practiced the "Tao Jing", which is an ancient and complicated scripture, and it can be called the best among the ancient scriptures of Lunhai.

Several of Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Xiao Song, to Hua Hua, have dabbled.Ye Fan asked them to study carefully, which may affect their lives. Now that he meets a little boy, he still uses the scriptures to build his foundation.

Ye Fan created scriptures, but now he himself has not reached Dzogchen, so he has not given them out easily, and at the same time, he does not want his disciples to copy his own path.

The little boy didn't know the "Tao Jing", but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard it, and his heart was shocked. Using this sutra as a reference, the foundation is too deep and firm.

Yang Xi closed his eyes, although immature, but sitting cross-legged like a rock, motionless, with firm belief, he devoted himself into it with all his heart.

Opening up the sea of ​​suffering cannot be accomplished overnight, just now the dormant golden blood in his body boiled briefly, but now it has calmed down.

Ye Fan nodded, and that was it. He led the little boy on the road of practice, and there was a little light the size of a grain of rice in his sea of ​​suffering, which needs to be continuously explored.

"Come out, little boy!" A child shouted in the alley.

"The waste holy body came out, the ancestor is the strongest, and the person with the blood of the heavens flowing in his body is here to suppress you." Some children were booing.

Yang Xi opened his eyes, and there was anger on his immature face, but after taking a look at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down again, not listening or listening, and practicing with his heart to eliminate interference.

Ye Fan nodded. It was not easy for a six or seven-year-old child to calm down so quickly and let the aggrieved and anger subside in his heart.

"The person who kills the Eucharist has arrived. The blood of the heavens has swept away everything. Come out, little boy, and see how powerful the blood of the person who defeated your ancestors is." A group of children shouted.

Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head, feeling very helpless.

Yang Xi was very quiet, without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, grasping every minute of his cultivation, cherishing this hard-won opportunity very much.

After a long time, there were still children outside who were still shouting, persevering, refusing to leave, and finally kicked the door open with a bang.

When Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression froze, an extremely complicated and cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and he turned his head away.

"A child from the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, as if he was reluctant to mention this family, and there was a kind of anger and knot in his heart that was difficult to resolve.

"Yang Xi, go." Ye Fan asked the little Po Boy to stop his practice and allowed him to go out.

In the alley, a group of children yelled at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one of the children wearing precious clothes. Seeing him wave his hand, they all stopped and didn't dare to speak more.

It is very difficult to practice Taoism on this ancient star, and only this area can barely do it. This city is located in this piece of Taoist soil, and most of the people living in the city are disciples of the ancient sect who know how to cultivate Taoism.

These children come from various sects, big and small, and they are afraid of the child in the middle, and they regard him as their leader.

His name is Cang Yun, and he only appears once every ten days and half a month, and every time he comes out, he is looking for the little poor boy, and beat him to death, and it is the same at this time.

"Is this the child of the Heaven's Overlord's bloodline on another ancient planet of life?" Ye Fan asked.

Yang Yunteng nodded, with a cold look on his face, resentful towards this family. Over the years, they have gone too far, constantly trampling on the dignity of the Eucharist lineage.

"They are the descendants of the overlord body. The blood in most of them is already thin, but it does not affect their cultivation. In order to establish their faith, some children are specially sent to this star."

It has been like this for many years, Yang Yunteng sometimes thinks about it, and feels very sad that the lineage of the Saint Physique of the human race has become someone else's training partner, and is being bullied like this.

When worshiping in front of the tomb of the holy land of the human race, Ye Fan had already learned from the whispers of the two saints that the person with the blood of the heavens flowing in his body was buried on another ancient star.The descendants of this family came to guard the tomb for them, and they never left.

Relatively speaking, that family is very different from this side. Although the bloodline has become thinner with the passage of time, and no real hegemony has been born, they are still very powerful.

In order to cultivate the next generation, the Cang people will do everything they can. When they were very young, they would be sent to live on this ancient planet that is difficult to cultivate for a few years, so that they can understand the changes of the Tao, struggle, sharpen and comprehend in the hardships.

This is the ancestral rule and cannot be changed.When Ye Fan heard this, his heart moved, and he felt the extraordinaryness of this family.

But since ancient times, the descendants of the Heavenly Tyrant's bloodline have gone too far, causing some children to target the Saint Body's lineage, often oppressing them, and getting beaten every time.

"Hegemony is inherently stronger than Saint Body, and is invincible in the world. You must defeat them since childhood, trample them under your feet, and establish the belief of invincibility."