Projection of heavens

"you!......"

Liu Yunzhi was horrified and swung the vajra pestle in his palm.

But he was just an ordinary person with industrious limbs. He couldn't block Ye Fan's movements, and he was hit in the chest by Ye Fan.

A golden light instantly swayed from the demon-conquering pestle in his hand, shrouding him in it.

when!

Ye Fan's fist seal hit the golden light, making a sound like a temple bell ringing!

Liu Yunzhi looked ecstatic, thinking he had escaped, but saw the copper lamp held in Ye Fan's palm flickering slightly, emitting a layer of silver-white light to bless Ye Fan.

Click!

The golden light that swayed above the demon-conquering pestle instantly shattered, and Ye Fan hit Liu Yunzhi instantly with a punch that was still full of strength.

"ah!"

Liu Yunzhi's ecstatic expression froze for an instant, and his whole body flew up like a cannonball, submerged into the boundless sandstorm, and disappeared.

Ye Fan turned around, and there was a magic pestle in his hand.

But after he punched Liu Yunzhi away, he snatched the Demon-Conquering Pestle from his hand.

Snapped!

Without even looking at these classmates, Ye Fan shook his hands and threw the Buddhist artifact he took from Liu Changqing to a classmate behind him.

His name is Zhang Ziling, and he is the only classmate besides Pang Bo who has a good relationship with him.

Holding a lamp in one hand and holding the magic pestle upside down in the other, he walked to the side spreading fairy light.

He didn't even bother to look at the expressions of these classmates.

Lin Jia, Li Xiaoman and others looked at Ye Fan with different expressions, as if they were meeting Ye Fan for the first time.

The foreign young man with blond hair was even more stunned and kept speaking English.

Everyone was silent. At this time, Ye Fan was more terrifying in their eyes than the sandstorm outside.

"Cool!"

Pang Bo laughed and pulled Zhang Ziling to Mark.

...........

Huhu~~~

Immortal light rose from the five-color altar, and nine huge dragon corpses dragged the ancient bronze coffin and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​stars.

Deep in the Yinghuo Earth, Crocodile Ancestor roared lowly: "Sakyamuni!!"

In order to send a ray of soul to the ancient coffin, he was injured by the methods left by Sakyamuni.

On the small boat in the endless black sea, the old monk slowly closed his eyes with a peaceful smile on his face:

"The physique of the mythical Emperor Wushang who swept across the restricted area..."

...........

[Kill the little crocodile monster and obtain 70 points of source power]

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in front of the small coffin among the giant coffins, silently calculating his gains.

He had killed fourteen little crocodile demons before, and gained a total of 980 points of source power. As for those classmates, he just treated them in their own way and beat them into a sandstorm. It was not him who killed him.

The rest of the people in the bronze coffin all sighed softly, and even the female classmates kept sobbing.

In a short period of time, nearly twenty classmates died, and even Pang Bo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

After all, apart from Liu Yunzhi, there were many people who had good friendships with him.

This trip to Mount Tai was too ups and downs.

"Who is buried in this copper coffin? What is the destination of the Kowloon coffin? Can I still return to Earth?"

Ye Fan closed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

All kinds of things on earth flashed through his mind, and finally settled on a group of men and women.

The mother with a peerless appearance looks like the father who has never changed.

In a trance, he saw a young man in black, holding a child's hand, walking on top of the Jade Emperor's Peak in Mount Tai.

"Fan'er, remember, cattle and sheep travel in herds, while wild beasts always walk alone! Only those who can endure loneliness can succeed."

The man said so.

"But......"

The handsome little boy looked up at his father and asked, "Isn't a lion a ferocious beast?"

"..."

The man paused, and the expression on his face was a little subtle. It seemed that he didn't expect to be rebutted, and he immediately became angry from embarrassment: "What kind of beast is a lion..."

The child wanted to say something else, but the man slapped him on the butt: "Everything I said is right!"

The stunning girl was watching quietly not far away with a smile.

"Father......"

Mark's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of a smile.

Phew~

Suddenly, Ye Fan felt a burst of heat in his chest, and the Bodhi seed suddenly became hot.

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is excess damage."

A thin mosquito-like sound sounded in Ye Fan's ears.

"kindness?!"

Ye Fan was startled and found that the sound seemed to come from the coffin within the coffin.

He asked others, but no one heard him.

Thinking of the hot Bodhi seed in his arms, Ye Fan immediately knew that it was because of the Bodhi seed that he could hear the sound.

He held the coffin within the coffin with his palms and listened quietly.

At the beginning, the sound was still very small, but as the Bodhi seed in his arms became more and more heated, the mysterious sound became louder and louder. In the end, it was almost like an enlightenment.

The hair all over Ye Fan's body exploded, and he felt as if a strange change had occurred from the inside out.

The changes were getting bigger and bigger, and even the other people in the copper coffin were alarmed.

"This, what is this?"

Someone spoke in shock.

I saw dim purple-gold streams of light rising from the copper coffin, floating like billions of green smoke entering from the pores of Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan's body was constantly glowing, and there was an otherworldly aura coming out!

At this moment, he looked ethereal, like an immortal who would ride on the wind and leave at any time.

But his inner world at this moment was not as peaceful as his body. The profound and vast heavenly sound of the great avenue surged up in his heart, setting off a frenzy that filled the sky.

Except for the first sentence, he couldn't understand a single word of these Taoist sounds, but the Taoist essence contained in these words shocked his heart, made his thoughts fluctuate, and he didn't know where he was.

"Everyone, stop moving!"

Pang Bo was also shocked. Seeing everyone gathering around him, he picked up the plaque of Daleiyin Temple, protected Ye Fan, and looked at everyone coldly.

Although he didn't know what happened to Mark, it didn't look like a bad thing, and he couldn't let others make trouble.

Zhang Ziling held a wooden fish and stood on the other side behind Ye Fan, also guarding Ye Fan.

"Pang Bo, Ye Fan must have received some good fortune, don't you want it?"

A classmate looked at the copper coffin held by Ye Fan with hot eyes and whispered.

After experiencing a series of events such as the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, the Yingzhuo Crocodile Ancestor, and the wandering starry sky, no matter how atheistic you are, you will still have no doubt about the things of gods and demons.

Ye Fan looked like he had received great fortune, how could he not make them jealous?

"We won't hurt Ye Fan, we just want to touch the copper coffin."

At this time, Zhou Yi walked out of the crowd holding the alms bowl, glanced at Pang Bo, and said softly.

Ye Fan looked so extraordinary at this time, and this good fortune made his heart move.

"Yes, we will not hurt Mark."

Li Xiaoman also walked out of the crowd and whispered.

Li Xiaoman stands tall and graceful, with her long black hair spread naturally. She is dressed simply and casually, but she looks bright and charming.

"Li Xiaoman!"

Pang Bo glanced at Li Xiaoman coldly and whispered: "What if I disturb Ye Zi, will you be happy?"

Li Xiaoman's face was calm, and she was as beautiful as a fairy under the light of the bronze coffin: "We stepped into the starry sky and were at a loss. If there is good luck, shouldn't classmates share it with each other?"

"When Ye Zi wakes up, you can do whatever you want. Who dares to step forward at this time..."

Pang Bo said no more and waved the heavy plaque in his hand, which was self-evident.

Li Xiaoman shook his head and said nothing more. Several male classmates behind him gritted their teeth but did not dare to step forward.

Although Pang Bo is tall and powerful, they will not be afraid of him if there are many people. The key is Ye Fan. Once he gets angry, everyone who takes action will be unlucky.

As time passed, the light emanating from Ye Fan's whole body became even stronger. His whole body was like glass, bathed in silver light like an immortal.

"Is Ye Fan going to become an immortal?" Someone exclaimed, filled with envy.

"Such a blessing!" Someone's eyes turned red.

"Pangbo..."

Zhou Yi's heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't help but speak again.

"no!"

Pang Bo was also a little envious, but he knew that if Ye Fan didn't wake up, he might not be able to scare these former classmates.

"We all discovered the copper coffin together, so we should also have a share, right?"

Someone became restless.

They don't necessarily have bad intentions, it's just that Ye Fan's fortune is so extraordinary that they can't help but be moved.

"you......"

Pang Bo held the plaque tightly, looked at the restless classmates, and frowned.

"alright!"

At this time, the purple-gold light converged and disappeared. Ye Fan stood up, took a deep look at Li Xiaoman, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net said calmly: "This copper coffin is not mine, any of you can touch it if you want. "

Ye Fan felt comfortable all over his body, as if he had taken off a layer of shackles that had been placed on him, as if he was about to fly away.

"Ye Fan..."

Li Xiaoman glanced at Ye Fan calmly, as if he wanted to say something, but Ye Fan walked aside and ignored her.

"leaf!"

Pang Bo walked up to Ye Fan and said, "What kind of luck did you encounter?"

Zhang Ziling also walked up to him, a little curious.

Ye Fan opened his mouth, but forgot the sound he heard before, or in other words, he heard it, but couldn't say it.

Pang Bo scratched his head and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Dao Tianyin, speechless."

Ye Fan had some enlightenment, took out the Bodhi seed from his arms, handed it to Pang Bo, and said: "Go and try it, can you get anything?"

Pang Bo was his best friend, so he would not be stingy with a Bodhi seed.

"Ziling, you can try it too."

Ye Fan glanced at Zhang Ziling and said.

"Thanks, Mark."

Zhang Ziling smiled with gratitude.

"The Bodhisattva from mythology?"

Pang Bo was not polite. He took the bodhi seed and walked to the copper coffin. He touched the copper coffin like a lover, but still didn't hear any sound.

Zhang Ziling tried it, but there was no response either.

Everyone else also looked disappointed and glanced at Pang Bo hatefully.

Inevitably, some people complained about Ye Fan in their hearts, feeling that Ye Fan was really lucky.

Why can't others hear and get blessings, but you can?

Is it possible that the people buried inside are your relatives?

Of course, Ye Fan's fierce power was still there, but no one dared to say anything.

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