Cover the sky

The overlord went mad!

However, since then, he is no longer regarded as an opponent by Ye Fan. This is the greatest tragedy for him. Ye Fan is looking at the man who dominates the ancestral star.

On the other side, the battle between Ye Tong and Huo Ling Cangyan will also come to an end, where the flames are overwhelming.

After all, Huo Ling used the taboo secret method, which is a terrible magic light, black and frightening. This is a kind of extremely terrible flame that he has collected, called Taiyin Immortal Fire. It is not hot, but cold fireworks. Once it appears, it will freeze and crack a person's bones.

Everyone was terrified. They never thought that Huo Ling Cangyan would find such a legendary flame in the age of mythology. It is really shocking!

This Taiyin Immortal Fire is obviously fatal to the body of the sun, and it is just right to restrain it!

Cang Yan was bleeding all over his body, stripped the flame from the sealed body, turned it into a weapon and fired it, and he himself paid a heavy price.

However, there was a sneer on the corner of Ye Tong's mouth, without any fear, he typed out eighteen ancient characters in an instant, and sealed Gao Tian.

The first nine ancient characters are the nine emperor characters in the ancient Taiyang scriptures, and the last nine ancient characters are the nine talisman seals in the Taiyin mother scriptures. The two are combined and mutually transformed, and the Taiyin fairy fire is directly sent to the town. Sealed, received the past.

"What, you are the body of the sun, and you also practice the ancient scriptures of Taiyin?!" Cang Yan was shocked.

"You are too ignorant, my aunt is the body of Taiyin, and we have exchanged ancient scriptures to practice!" Ye Tong sneered.

Cang Yan's expression was extremely cold, unexpectedly he made a miscalculation, but he was not afraid, his real skills were higher than Ye Tong's, but he was restrained.He decided to use his trump card. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he unleashed a big weapon in an instant, which was a forbidden weapon!

His heart was bleeding, and he felt that this was too wasteful. This is a magic weapon that he has smelted all the magic materials in recent years, and it can only be used once or twice.

This is a picture scroll, rattling, covering the sky and covering the earth, and it has not been suppressed by the Feixian battlefield. This is one of Huoling Cangyan's trump cards.

This weapon is too strong, smashing the vacuum, carrying the traces of the heavens and myriad ways, and pressing down, for any great sage, if he is not prepared, it will be a disaster.

In this divine picture, Cang Yan has sealed the spirits of more than a dozen great sages. With their Dao and Dharma, once they erupt, everything will be killed.

Unfortunately, the result made him despair again, wisps of emperor-level fluctuations vibrated out, Ye Tong held a golden scepter in his hand, and waved it at him!

This is the scepter of the Heavenly Court, a powerful quasi-emperor weapon!

300 years ago, in the strongest dark turmoil in history, almost all the imperial weapons were blown up, or were maimed, or disappeared completely, which is hard to see again.

Since then, the quasi-emperor weapon has become the strongest weapon in the universe, and its appearance at this moment undoubtedly has a strong deterrent effect.

If Cang Yan didn't use the forbidden weapon and continued to fight fiercely, he would have a great chance of winning, but he didn't want to lose face, he didn't want to fight with a junior, and wanted to end the battle quickly.

Ye Tong naturally directly used the quasi-emperor weapon, the golden scepter of the heavenly court shattered the divine map, and then shattered the fire spirit Cangyan, making his primordial spirit die.

"How could this happen?" Cang Yan trembled, his body was shattered, and the last ray of primordial light was gradually extinguished. He did not expect such a result.

In this world, he was so powerful, he spent his whole life proudly walking in the world, but he ended up with such a result.

There is no suspense in the end, a generation of fire spirits just died like this!

When the battle ended, everyone was terrified.

Ye Fan's three disciples are too powerful, Ye Tong fights Huo Ling Cangyan, Hua Hua suppresses several powerful enemies, even the youngest disciple Yang Xi can almost stand shoulder to shoulder with the Overlord, he can stand on his own, which makes people tremble.

Chapter 1625 After the War

The first battle ended, the overlord left sadly, and a generation of the most powerful fire spirit fell. This result is undoubtedly a sensation. The three major disciples of Ye Fan rise up in this great world, looking down upon the world!

The three figures, shrouded by a divine ring, stand side by side, like the god of war from ancient times, manifesting in this life, and it is rare to meet an opponent in the world.

The surrounding fields were quiet, and people held their breaths. Ye Fan's disciples had already grown up like this, which made his old enemy feel embarrassing.If we fight again, who will we face?

At this time, no one is targeting them. Although there are peerless masters in Diguan who are watching coldly and have never really come, I believe this battle will definitely touch them.

The people dispersed and the place returned to tranquility.

Of course, some people who wanted to follow Ye Fan never went far, but hovered nearby, they were waiting, hoping for a chance.

"Master, who are these three losers?"

In front of the hut, Huahua tilted his head, his bald head was as bright as waxed, he squinted at Mo Wentian, Tuoba Mo, and Yiming, with a frivolous look on his face.

"Who are you talking about, bald man?!" Tuoba Mo was furious at the time, he was suppressed by Ye Fan forcefully and captured as a coolie, but he was despised by a bald man.

"Boy, you owe me a beating. Dare to criticize Brother Buddha and don't even look at who you are. Go and pour a cup of tea for Master Buddha. Don't be confused about your identity." Huahua sat down on the wooden pier and instructed Tuo Postscript Mo.

"Baldhead, you are so arrogant, you dare to fight me!" Tuoba Mo burst into anger, rushed straight to Tianling Cap, and strode forward.

"One fight is one fight, whoever shoots who." Huahua stood up and covered her with a slap.

"boom!"

There was no suspense, Tuoba Mo flew out and fell into the dust, because he was severely injured by Ye Fan, the five secret realms were broken, and it was extremely difficult to recover.

"Monk, if you let me recover, I beat you until you don't even know Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Tuoba Mo hated.

He is a devil-like character, unscrupulous in this world, always strong, always doing whatever he wants, but now he feels extremely aggrieved.

"Who do you think you are? Any cat or dog wants to challenge me. If I have to respond, I won't be bored to death." Huahua sneered.

On the way here, he had already heard about these three people, especially when he learned that this demonic man once said that his master Ye Fan was old and vulnerable, so he naturally remembered it.

It is definitely not a simple matter for the monk to take revenge.

"Boy, I heard that you are crazy. You want to fight my younger brother Yang Xi to prove that Yaoguang is stronger than my teacher? I also heard that you said that Ye Fan, the human saint, will be dead in the world after 300 years. It is really sinister." Ah." Huahua stared at Mo Wentian again.

Mo Wentian let out a cold snort, but did not answer.

Huahua smiled, and said: "Forget it, I think you have a lot of wisdom, you should be a member of my Buddhist sect, today the poor monk will take you back to your place."

"What... do you want to do?" Mo Wentian's hair stood on end, feeling that something was wrong, and he stared at him vigilantly.

However, he had no strength to resist now, he was directly imprisoned by Huahua, and then took out a shiny razor, calmly pressed his head, and then began to cut the knife.

"Stop!" Mo Wentian yelled, his face turned green, why is this monk so weird and wicked, he wants to deal with him like this.

"Benefactor, you can just yell, it's useless to break your throat." Huahua smiled meanly, waving the razor in his hand, and the sharp light of the blade was flying like pieces of paper flying down from the sky.

Mo Wentian roared wildly, but his head was pinned down, and he couldn't move. He could only feel his long black hair falling down, and the cool wind hit his head, making his whole body tremble with anger.

"Benefactor, you have fully realized that the three thousand troubles have all gone." Huahua put away the knife, looking like a peerless swordsman, swiped a few more knives, and put on a cool pose.

Mo Wentian's face was green, he wished he could step on his bald head, and finally couldn't help but howl, but there was no black hair fluttering around, only a bald head.

Huahua took a step back, put away the razor, put on the appearance of an eminent monk, clasped his hands together, and said: "Amitabha, good, good, from now on, the benefactor, you will be with me, with the Buddha, and a thought will bloom, master above."

He was chattering, but it made Mo Wentian go crazy and want to bite someone, this bald man is too wicked.