Cover the sky

Someone once saw this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. They looked like a couple of gods and immortals, which left a deep impression on the ancestors of the herdsmen.

"Is the female Bodhisattva still there?" An old man pushed away the support of his grandchildren, knelt down to thank and asked.

Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable, now he is the only one left, how should he respond?He raised his hand and sprinkled a rain of light, covering everyone, making the elderly in their dying years energetic, making the middle-aged people get rid of all diseases, and making children energetic and healthier.

"It's the god-man of the past, the person who was with the female Bodhisattva, can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva has gone? We have been enshrining her portrait, and we are grateful for generations."

Behind, a herdsman dared to ask loudly.

Ye Fan was silent, moving his hands slowly, the ground rumbled, and the whole plateau shook.Now that his origin technique has reached the pinnacle, he can change the world, and he soon connected the underground dragon vein, and the spiritual energy gushed out.

Afterwards, he soared into the air, and with his fingers like a knife, he plowed out rivers on the ground. Soon after, the water flowed along the roads, moistening the barren land and rejuvenating it.

"The god has manifested, thank God for the gift!"

Seeing this scene, many herdsmen fell to their knees, roaring like a tsunami.

"It's not that God has eyes, it's not that there is love in heaven and earth, and don't worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your heart has done. I think she will do this if she is still alive. If you want to sacrifice, if you want to worship , please respect her and remember her name - An Miaoyi!"

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded away.

In the era when Mount Sumeru was torn apart, Daleiyin Temple collapsed, Buddhism was in decline, and faith was lacking, all beings on the Ayu Plateau have always remembered this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past.

Since this day, the ruins of the collapsed Ahan Temple have been rebuilt, and the ancient temple has been built. It was once again stained with sacred brilliance by the setting sun. The rubble was washed and covered by the herdsmen. It is still the same of ancient materials.

The temple enshrines not the ancient Buddhas of the heavens, but only one woman, that is An Miaoyi. People pray every day, and the incense burns day by day, and the original clay statues of gods begin to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to Lantuo Temple again, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything, without even a trace, he climbed Mount Sumeru, and now the place is no longer grand, a little deserted.Although many strong men and preachers came from the Amitabha ancient star field, they could not compare with the atmosphere of the former number one holy place of Buddhism in any case.

Bodhi reaches the sky, all over the mountains and plains.

Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving footprints on Mount Sumeru alone, and then he traveled eastward, across Zhongzhou, to Donghuang, looking for traces of the past.

It's a pity that everything is like a dream, like a dream or electricity, and it's all buried in the past.

"Miao Yi is gone..." Ye Fan walked alone in the mountains and rivers, haunting the wilderness, like a lone wolf, and was lonely against the setting sun like blood.

He wants to become stronger, he wants to reach the step of being able to fight for the supreme, looking back 500 years, every little bit of the past, makes his heart move, boil, and blood gradually rushes up.

"Hell, I want to break in!"

Accompanied by a long howl, the mountains and ravines roared, and he was a comet across the sky, showing traces in many places that day.

When he found the ruins of the God City in the Northern Territory and paid homage here, it caused a sensation. Someone recognized him, and the news blew across the land of the Eastern Wasteland like a hurricane.

"Ye Fan, who has disappeared for many years, is back!"

"Oh my god, he is the one who has come. Today's peerless master has beheaded six or seven ancient princes. Who will compete with him?"

The Eastern Wilderness was shaken, and countless strong men came, especially many rising monks and young strong men who had risen in recent decades were extremely excited.

"Senior, is it really you?"

"Senior Ye, please accept me as an apprentice!"

A group of people gathered around, some people bowed excitedly, some people knelt down, wanting to become his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Ye Fan's former opponents have either been wiped out, or beaten up by his disciples. His fame moves Xinghe, and naturally many people admire him.

And the achievements of the battle more than 300 years ago cannot be denied. He died in martyrdom, blood splashed in the starry sky, and fell for hundreds of years. His miraculous return naturally became a legend.

Looking at these immature faces, Ye Fan thought a lot. He was once so full of vigor and ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, but now he finds that all his pursuits have slowly changed.

It has only been 500 years since the road was built, and he already has irreparable regrets in his life. It is conceivable that those great emperors who survived all battles and grew old alone have faced what they have faced. desolate.

Ye Fan helped up those young boys who were still a little immature, walked through the crowd in silence, and headed for the distance. How could he have the mood to accept disciples.

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. The holy places such as Wanchu and Dayan collapsed in the dark age, and only a small number of people survived. Seeing Ye Fan now, his expression was extremely complicated.

A middle-aged man with white hair like snow had a blank expression. He was the Son of Wanchu who was chosen later. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Holy Lord, they all fell into decline and retired to the world of mortals.Looking at Ye Fan, who used to be as famous as himself, but now has already moved the entire universe, he can only smile bitterly, the years are so ruthless, and too much has been buried.

One of the women had clear eyes and watched quietly, just as calm as before. Ye Fan felt something in his heart. Looking back, he nodded. not bad.

"Brother Ye, I really can only watch from a distance. What I said back then, the great completion of the holy body, will be invincible in the world, is about to come true." Beside the road, another black-haired martial man said.

He was the later Holy Lord of Dayan Holy Land, and as time passed, he found that he could no longer keep up with the footsteps of that person in the past, and was left far behind.

Ye Fan turned his head, nodded in greeting, and completely disappeared from this place.

The Fengzu was still alive, and a Nine Phoenix Chariot was parked in the distance. Someone inside was watching, and he just sighed helplessly. Now Ye Fan is a character who makes the blood of the ancient emperor a headache. Few people can compare.

Beidou naturally has many ancient tribes, and many people came to watch, all of them were in complicated moods. When facing Ye Fan, they had to bow their heads and make way.

Ye Fan's appearance shocked Beidou, and many familiar and unfamiliar people came to meet him, including some people from the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as monks from Tianyao Palace, Yaochi and other places, and the Lord himself .

He didn't stay, he went away alone, deep into the wilderness, and there were three words echoing in his ears: "Meet in the next life..."

His heart is like a knife, others think that his practice speed is fast enough, but he feels that it is not enough, still can't sweep the world, there are supreme enemies in this world!

He started to break through, the blood in his body boiled, watching the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, the way is natural, the eyes and the heart are absorbed, reading the ancient emperor's scriptures, each scripture culture form, like an ancient emperor, surrounding him.

Ye Fan sits cross-legged, master of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and the emperor's scriptures as companions. He wants to soar to the sky and face all enemies in the world!

Chapter 1687 Disciples Compete for Glory

20 years of confrontation, 20 years of secret war, the underworld, Taoist palaces, dynasties, and god organizations confront each other across the air, the universe is divided into four realms, with turbulent undercurrents, and the worst war may break out at any time.

In this troubled world, everyone is working hard to practice and improve their realm. The future belongs to the strong, and there will inevitably be an era of immortality, and the process may be very bloody and full of wars.

The current era is not an ordinary era, it is a golden age that has only been seen in ancient times, gathering all the strongest bloodlines in the past and present, and it is destined to not be peaceful.

The golden age of hundreds of battles has never ended, and it has entered the Warring States Period where it will inevitably appear!

In the past 20 years, countless talents have risen, shining their light in the universe, becoming legends, heroes, and shining brilliantly.

During this period, Ye Fan didn't come out, and the ancient prince's struggle for hegemony continued, and it became even more tragic. Some people fell, and some became famous in the eternal galaxy, writing their own emperor's mad song on the road of invincibility.

Apart from them, there are other people who have become world-renowned emperor stars, such as Ye Tong, Prince Ming, Huang Qi, Tian Yi, Zhou Yi, etc. They can be described as shining stars.

This is a brilliant era, and it is destined to produce a large number of masters. It is also a sad era, and it is destined that countless geniuses will become emperors.

It is foreseeable that the most dazzling collision and the most dazzling spark will erupt in this life, and the Emperor Road Blightcaller will surpass all past ages.

In the end, the glory that only belongs to one person!

"Second Eucharist, is it really the invincible hand of Emperor Zhun? Is it really another Ye Fan?"