Cover the sky

Unfortunately, he was in vain, those people had already gone to Feixian Battlefield.

The main gate of Diguan opened, Ye Fan walked out, and then erased his name in front of a huge crystal monument, officially exiting the only true way.

It's one thing to hear it, but another thing to see it. There are many people standing on the city wall, who have witnessed all this with their own eyes, and feel very sorry.

"How could it be like this, let him survive, why can't he be given a harmless body?" Although they are competitors, some people still can't help but hold this idea.

And some people who just came here for the first time and didn't want to fight for the throne all the way to the end sighed and felt regretful.

"The era of the Eucharist, the splendor of the Eucharist, is it really coming to an end? He can clearly kill the disciple of the Immortal God!"

People can only witness his exit.

"Master, wait for me!" Huahua rushed out, quickly erased her name on the crystal tablet, and said, "I'll go back with you!"

His reason is very simple, he is not interested in fighting and killing, he was forced in by Ye Tong, and he never wanted to come here to hone himself.

"Master!" The other two disciples shouted, wanting to rush out and go back with him.

However, Ye Fan sternly refused. He knew Ye Tong's heart and wanted to fight all the way to the ninth level, the ultimate emperor's level. Yang Xi was even more of a warlike madman, and he had already regarded this battlefield as the most important trial in his life.

People who once wanted to follow Ye Fan stood silently on the city wall. Some people wanted to leave with him, but Ye Fan declined them all. He didn't want to affect the path of others because of his retreat.

However, the blood crow was very decisive, rushed out resolutely, erased his name on the crystal tablet, and insisted on following.

"Goodbye!" Ye Fan rushed back and waved his hand, then turned and left.

At the gate of the city, many people were in complicated moods. A series of things changed too fast these days. Ye Fan, who came back against the sky 300 years ago, appeared alive and shocked the imperial city. Now he suddenly withdraws, which is really ups and downs.

Watching Ye Fan and the others go away, some people laughed indifferently.However, their smiles hadn't fully bloomed yet, and froze again.Because at this time, Huahua turned around and shouted: "The Nine Emperor Gates are waiting to tremble, my master will come back sooner or later!"

He took out the Shenguang Terrace, asked Ye Fan and Blood Crow to board it, and then penetrated the universe in an instant, and they disappeared from where they were, and bid farewell to Jiuchong Tiandi Road.

Chapter 1631 Back to Heaven

Ye Fan has returned against the sky, but he has not allowed him to burst into a more brilliant emperor's light, and left again. In people's eyes, the brilliance belonging to the holy body has come to an end.

300 years ago, he fought against the supreme being in the restricted area of ​​life, and died of blood, but his brilliance pierced through time and space for 300 years, illuminating an era.He came back to life, but it was also a trough in the ups and downs of his life. He had a secret disease in his body, and he faded into retirement 300 years later.

This marks the end of an era of Eucharist!

This is the view of many people. To live is already against the heavens. What else can I do to fight against the gods to get back the perfect battle body that is expected to turn into an emperor's body?

"It's a pity!" This is the last sigh of the people.

Many people are jealous of him, wishing for him to fall immediately, and many people respect him and hope that he will reach the peak. Such a result makes most people sigh.

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

After he left, a strong wind blew up, blood splashed on the Emperor's Road, and the battle at Jiuchongtiandiguan officially entered a state of terror. It became more and more tragic, and the battle on the road to success would continue.

From this day on, Ye Fan will fade out of people's sight, and the road ahead will belong to those most capable and powerful arrogances, and a new emperor may be born among them!

The ancient road of the human race, Ye Fan is back again, and the star field where the heavenly court is located must pass through here.This time he didn't come from the first level, but walked backwards from 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, and there are still talented people who come here to experience, want to break through the cocoon of flowers and butterflies, and realize an important transformation in life.

Looking at those immature faces with ideals, Ye Fan felt a lot. He was once one of them and kept striving for his goals.

It's just that he's a little tired now, looking at them is like being opposite to his old self, for a while, he laughs and sighs and frivolously, and finally laughs out loud and then stops.

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

Someone looked sideways and looked at the three of them, all showing strange colors.

"Hey, look at that bald head, it seems to be the most notorious Huahua Buddha in the past 300 years!"

"Who is that person? Why does he look familiar? Hey, it looks like a statue of Eucharist Ye Fan, no, it's too similar, my God!"

"What's going on, that person...he is exactly the same as the statue of the human holy body god, what the hell, and he is accompanied by the Flower Demon Buddha, could it be...God!"

Ye Fan fell and was buried 300 years ago. All races in the universe know about it, and statues of him have been erected in some places.Now, only the only person in the True Road Diguan knows that he has come back alive. Although the news is destined to spread, the people here don't know yet.

In all regions of the universe, everyone has not received any news, because it is difficult for Diguan to send letters to the outside world, and it will take a long time.

Ye Fan didn't stop for a long time, he just stopped and passed along the way. He didn't give people the time to confirm and confirm, and it only caused a small disturbance.

In Human Race City, he stayed for a little longer, but he didn't see the bearded envoy Zhao Gongyi in this old place where the Holy Body and the Hegemony were fighting for supremacy. The owner had changed here, and he had been gone for many years.

Walking along this road, in addition to those immature faces, young people who are full of hope and fighting for their dreams, Ye Fan also saw many familiar faces.

That is a person of the same era as him, who once crossed the ancient road together, passed through bloody battles one after another, and now has become the guard of the holy cities in various regions on the ancient road of the human race, letting go of his dream.

Just like those old soldiers that Ye Fan saw when he broke into the ancient gate of the human race, some people of his generation have chosen this road, standing in front of the city gate, silently looking at the newcomers.

Ye Fan didn't disturb anyone. Accompanied by Hua Hua and Xue Crow, he passed by quietly, and there was a wave of waves in his heart. Some people, who used to be heroes, have grown old. At the farthest hurdle, is the dream still there?

Most of the time, they will only be silent, patrolling, and guarding the city gate. This is their duty, maybe they are still unwilling, otherwise why have they never left, here...enduring the torment of loneliness, what kind of feeling is this.

In the second city of the human race, Ye Fan stepped out of the city gate without saying anything. He just looked back and took a deep look. There was an old soldier there, his body was bent and his eyes were cloudy, and he was looking at his back.

Ye Fan nodded, but didn't say much, and then traveled far away, leaving the ancient road of the human race.

That person is Guan Cheng, he never died, he stayed here all the time, occasionally sighing softly in the cool wind in the middle of the night, watching the impossible road to the end.

In the darkness and turmoil, he lost most of his life energy and survived with difficulty. Now all he is left with is his memories. Real life is not colorful, but he can live in dreams, where he can look forward to, There is beauty, there is hope, there is a future.

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

His back is not straight anymore, he is no longer majestic as before, his hair is gray, his voice is old and weak, but his muddy and dim eyes can see the bad condition of Ye Fan's body now.

In Tianzhi Village, the pure land of gods, there are colorful falling flowers. Every day, there are snow-white and crystal-clear petals scattered here, because there are many snow orchid trees planted here, telling the sadness of life and death.

On this day, a huge tomb suddenly exploded, rocks pierced through the sky, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and chaos filled the air.

"What happened? What happened?!"

In the heavenly court, in one palace after another, many powerful beings opened their eyes at the same time, their beams of light were terrifying, and they looked in the same direction.

"There is a problem with the cemetery!"

"It's it, it turned out to be it... the cauldron of the Mother Qi of all things cracked the big tomb!"

Buried underground for 300 years, it remained motionless, as if it had died with Ye Fan.But now the fluctuations it shakes are so violent, and the gods inside are revived powerfully, making the entire Heavenly Court headquarters tremble.Rocks rolled down many mountain peaks, some floating islands suspended in the air and many buildings and palaces were even more luminous, the patterns lit up, and the talismans shone, which resonated with the resurrection of the tripod, which was the track of the avenue.

Under a majestic giant mountain, there is an ancient tree that reaches the sky, swaying thousands of green lights, and scattering all kinds of auspicious colors.