Shrouding the Heavens

The cyan copper lamp flickered and the flames were clear, and there was a small tranquility sitting in the plate, chanting in the fire, solemn and sacred.

The real body is calm and calm, and the white dress dances lightly, making her appear high and ethereal, as if to lift Xiafeixian and not to eat fireworks on earth.

She seemed to be a different person, more and more vague, with some incomprehensible smile, with a touch of distance.

Ye Fan stared, and saw the figure sitting in the bronze lamp before feeling a kind, softly said: "Miao Yi."

"Go." Inside the blue light, the familiar and intimate smile did not change a little and waved to him.

"Goodbye, see you again." Real body An Miaoyi also spoke, and then turned around, just left, like a fairy, volley Fit, headed towards the direction of Lantuo Temple.

Ye Fan was stunned and did not move for a long time.

When a ray of morning light came in the morning, he got up and left. In the desert, he could feel mysterious thoughts every day. He wanted to look at Xumi Mountain from a distance, and did not plan to leave immediately.

There are several ancient sites in Ximo. Xuankong Temple, Lantuo Temple, Shenxia Temple, etc. are all very famous, master the highest mysteries of Buddha, and are respected in the world.

Ye Fan walked on foot, walking through the Lanto Temple, walking towards the center of the earth, feeling the atmosphere of the Buddha soil, watching the ray of sacred faith, he realized in his heart.

One day later, Ye Fanlu passed a ruined palace, and the place became a ruin and anxiety.

"Why would anyone ruin the temple in Xitu?" He was a little surprised. The small temple was not large, and the area was not wide. It shattered the ash and revealed more than a dozen corpses.

"Qingling Temple, isn't this where Miao Yi once practiced?" Ye Fan couldn't help but frown, this small temple was destroyed for no more than half a month.

An Miao followed the ancient temple of Ahan and traveled across the desert of Ximo. She had practiced in many ancient temples until she entered Lantuo Temple. It was only one of them. I heard her talk about it.

"Reverse, go back to the source and go back to ancient art!"

Ye Fan whispered, his eyes were splendid, his frontal bones were shiny, like a mirror, shining on the broken wall.

This is the mysterious method he built on the earth. He once obtained the incomplete Vedas in the ancient dojos, realized the magic, and obtained this mysterious magic technique, which can reproduce the old scene.

Ye Fan's front bone glowed, shone among the rubble, and sprinkled on the corpse, tracing back what happened more than ten days ago, and his body shook a moment later!

"Wang Teng!"

His pupils were fierce and sharp, like a sword, even Wang Teng did. Needless to say, he knows what this person is going to do, and in order to retaliate him, he has nothing to do.

"He knows that I am back and understands that it is not my opponent. He wants to shoot An Miaoyi and destroy the people in the temple."

Ye Fan sprinted, chased down, and rushed to An Miaoyi to mention another small temple. This ancient temple was well and was not robbed.

"The person who wanted to be the first temple discovered his irregularities and was silenced."

Without daring to delay, he went straight to Lantuo Temple and secretly learned that An Miaoyi had returned and was not hurt.

"Wang Teng, it's time for a break."

Ye Fanyin is in the sacred mountain, paying attention to everything here. He believes that Wang Teng will definitely appear, but it is only a matter of time.

A few days later, An Miaoyi went out and went to Shenxia Temple to enlighten a Dharma.

Ye Fan didn't show up, and the secret of killing life in the heavens was hidden in the void, and he followed along the way. He felt that Wang Teng should appear.

Sure enough, after traveling thousands of miles, a golden ancient chariot came up and emitted the light of Chongxiao, accompanied by the real dragon, fairy phoenix, white tiger, Xuanwu, etc., and surrounded him around the central reel.

This ancient chariot is golden and radiant, standing on it, just like the emperor patrolling and descending into the world.

Wang Teng black hair scattered, tall, tall, a kind of cold eyes, holding a mouthful of gold holy sword, traversing the way forward, the sword spit out the gods for hundreds of feet, sweeping the An Miaoyi.

"呧"

A green light appeared, hanging on An Miaoyi's shoulder, exuding a soft light, supporting a layer of light curtain, protecting the body.

"You Chen ... Wang Teng, did not think that the great generation of the Northern Emperor had fallen to such a situation, do you feel that there is no hope of killing Ye Fancai in this life to come to do it with me?" An Miaoyi whispered.

To the pride of the heavenly generation of the young generation of the human race at that time, this act was undoubtedly a self-sufficiency and a heart of testimony lost.

"Haha ... hahaha ..." Wang Teng laughed, his hair flying, angry and murderous, cold and sensation, cold and cold, his pupils like two deep pools.

"Unfortunately, the former Northern Emperor has become this way, which makes people feel that the young and handsome one of the best has finally fallen down, and he has lost his strength and is no longer invincible." An Miaoyi whispered.

"Yes, I was defeated again. In the first battle of the Eastern Wilderness, the mysterious people shocked the world in one battle. A revolver held me back. I knew he was Ye Fan, and I was not his enemy." Wang Teng looked cold and said: "He led tens of thousands of iron riders to destroy my royal family in Beiyuan. This hatred will be reported anyway in this life and this life. I can't kill him. I will start with his woman and make him suffer for a lifetime!"

Wang Tengyousen said, a pair of pupils filled with the light of hatred, almost crazy, the hand holding the golden holy sword was trembling slightly, and half of his body was cramping.

"You only see the destruction of the Wang family, why don't you mention what you did when you were powerful, if you had to destroy the Nanling barbarians and collude with the ancient tribes to kill Ye Fan and his friends, why did you ever It will be so, the Buddha talks about cause and effect, everything is already doomed. "An Miao Yidao.

"What cause and effect, what heaven is, and now it doesn't matter to me, I want you to die, I want Ye Fan to suffer a lifetime, I can't kill him, I will torture him mentally, so that he will not be able to live forever!"

Wang Teng's eyes were full of blood, turned scarlet, and the killing gas was boundless. The ancient golden chariots were enveloped by blood mist, and they were extremely evil.

An Miaoyi shook her head, and now the Northern Emperor no longer has the stunning posture of the past, and the state of mind has fallen, but it is really helpless. Even if the cultivation base is high, it is impossible to prove it.

"kill!"

Wang Teng shot, according to the magic of the war, holding the golden holy sword, the ancient chariot also rumbling, crushing all the obstacles, mountain peaks, ancient veins, etc. have become powder, he has a war spirit, and the magic energy is boundless. An Miaoyi shot, using Dharma to resolve the attack against him, and continue to fight.

"An Miaoyi, you can't escape today, I'm going to send your head to Donghuang, listen to his wailing, watch his anger, make him grieved, and unable to return to heaven!"

"You are not the last one, I will hunt everyone related to him, beheaded one by one, your skull will become my treasure!"

"Ye Fan, I want to make you mournful, I look forward to your broken heart, ha ha ha ..." Wang Teng seemed to be crazy, crying and laughing, attacking like a violent wind and a rain of swords, and attacking and killing.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a golden fist smashed the vacuum, and suddenly appeared, blasting Wang Teng and his ancient chariot at once, causing him to cough up blood.

Ye Fan stepped out of emptiness step by step, holding a black long revolver gun in his hand, did not have a strong breath out, but made Wang Teng change his face on the spot

"You ... you are waiting for me here!"

"I have causality with you here!" Ye Fan pushed forward, and now he can be said to be invincible among his peers, overlooking the Eight Wastelands, and even the heavenly prince was killed, let alone a Wang Teng.

Just like Ye Tong said, except for the emperor-level characters, his enemy is in the starry sky, and this ancient star is almost out of his peers.

"Miao Yili, let me pick someone else's head and cut off everything in the past-Ye Fandao. An Miaoyi stepped back and gave up the battlefield. She believed that even if several Wang Teng came together, it would never be Ye Fan's opponent. Dao Xin is broken, what can be left?

"Wang Teng's thirty strokes, I killed a clean, but how much ability to show their talents!" Ye Fan said, his heart is invincible, and the momentum he exudes is so.

"You are arrogant! The blood in Lan Wangteng's eyes is like two **** cold lakes, once regarded as the Northern Emperor. He has been so despised.

His hatred for Ye Fan, such as the waves of the East China Sea, Hao Di Wu Bian, the first defeat in his life, the first time he was crushed, the first pain and shame, etc., all originated from Ye Fan, which impressed him deeply. .

"Ah ..." Wang Teng went mad, holding a golden war sword to stand upright, and many golden shadows flew out of the golden ancient chariot, and the real dragon, fairy phoenix and so on wiped out the enemy together.

"Buzz!"

Faced with these marks, Ye Fan was simple and straightforward, with only one blow, holding a black long reel gun reel in one hand, turning forward and sweeping the thousand troops.

"puff"

All kinds of light and shadow, sword mansions, immortal phoenix marks, etc. were all broken, and he could not stop his powerful offensive at all.

"呧"

Ye Fan came out of the reel, the dark gold reel rose like a black dragon into the sky, broke open the void, disconnected the sky, let your ancient chariots overwhelm the air, and could not stop it.

"what……"

Wang Teng yelled, the cold rifle sharply shook the golden war sword, the peerless rifle rifle fired, pierced his chest, and a blood hole with a thick arm was translucent and appeared on his body.

"Your heart is scared, it's worse than I thought, ten strokes killed your life!" Ye Fan pointed his eyebrows away with a black long revolver.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, after my defeat, achieve the fetal fetus, revive me, I will be invincible in the world!"

Wang Teng shouted frantically. His expression was distorted. A series of magic patterns appeared on his face. Heavenly Gai Chong even humbled a dark light, terrifying.

At this moment, he turned into a magic tire, and black stripes appeared on the frontal bone, like the resurrection of the ancient devil, many times stronger!

"What inheritance did you get in the ancestral palace of the Ji family? I'm afraid it doesn't belong to the Emperor of the Void." Ye Fan asked.

"Haha ... Hahaha, I think that Wang Teng had to inherit the ancient great emperor first, and he would not have the secret method of the ancient emperor of the dead mountain, and he would be favored by heaven.

He was really crazy, with blood in his eyes, yelling and yelling, and attacked Ye Fan fiercely.

"Traditions of ancient chaos, eternal exile!"

The void breaks open, and he wants to break Ye Fan into the boundless dimension space and bury it forever in the unknown time and space.

"You couldn't do me right with this technique back then, but what use is there now?" Ye Fan seemed to stand in eternity, immortal himself, invincible posture, traversing the void, difficult to be banished.

"puff"

He stabbed forward with a gun, bloody, Wang Teng's avoidance burned a little slower, one arm became blood mud and flew out.

Today, Ye Fan has an invincible momentum. After confronting him, every blow is bound by an air, and any form will suppress him.

"I don't want to. I inherited from heaven and earth. Why do you fight with me? I have nine secrets. I have two ancient scriptures. I must kill you!" He is crazy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ on his forehead 'S magic pattern is even heavier, and attacked forward.

Ye Fan shook his heart, and finally knew why Wang Teng collapsed, and he knew exactly why he could be resurrected. This was no longer him. Something parasitized his body reel. The so-called magic tire was definitely not Wang Teng.

The Northern Emperor was demonized, and he could not control himself. This should be, another ray machine occupied his body reel.

There was a coolness in Ye Fan's heart, he must never let this person go, and to kill him cleanly, he shouted, "The demon fetus gives the first!"

In the fierce battle between the two, Ye Fan swayed the invincible intent of war. After the seventh fight, a fist flew the golden ancient chariot, and the sharp spear swept across. Wang Teng's **** head flew diagonally out.

"puff"

Ye Fan caught up, a reel gun pierced a skull, nailed him to the tip of the dark gold reel gun reel, blood splattered down.

"Tell all secrets!"

"Haha ... I am Wang Teng, no, I am the mark left by the invincible emperor of the Undead Mountain, you ca n’t kill me, hahaha ..."