Shrouding the Heavens

Tu Sheng!

These two words are too illusory for the monks, no one will have this delusion, one day is not a holy day is a ants.

The difference in strength is too great, it is a chasm of chasm, there is simply no way to cross, even half-holy is only occasionally holy, but it is difficult to achieve.

Holy, completely detached, above all the living beings, like a god, how can a mortal go to slaughter God? This is too difficult!

The Black Emperor said: "The boy is not what I said. You can hardly go against the sky. The difference in distance cannot be counted. In a certain sense, the Holy Spirit has been regarded as another kind of living body, and it is no longer human."

Even the killing engraved by it is difficult to hurt the saint under normal circumstances. There is only one reason. The gap is too large. How can the ants kill the dragon?

"This ... still be realistic." Duan De also shook his head.

"Aren't there any hopes?" Ye Tong didn't give up, hoping that his master would rise up, except for the bad breath in his heart.

"Unless ... find enough magic materials, the emperor carved a shocking killing array, only then the possibility of killing the saint." Black Emperor Road.

What it said is rare in the natural world, it is a thing specially engraved with the pattern of the emperor, but it is inexplicable. Only in this way can it exert the true power of the cornerless array that it holds.

"Another way is that Ye Fan reaches the semi-holy realm, triggers the **** forbidden, destroys and withdraws, and completely breaks down the sacred domain barriers, then it is possible to fight the saint." Duan De said.

These two conditions are too harsh, at least Ye Fan can't do it now, and can't achieve it.

"This ..." Ye Tong's eyes dimmed, holding back for his master, the ancient people were too deceiving, but they couldn't fight back.

"Even so, I still want to kill the saint!" Ye Fan said firmly, and then told the Black Emperor to prepare a stand for him. Nothing else, it must be a chessboard emperor pattern that can cross from the Undead Mountain.

The human race may be over!

In recent days, some ancient tribes have been discussing. In these few days, Houtan overlooked the southern region and appeared in every giant city. A gesture of never stopping Ye Fan.

In these days, everyone knows that Ye Fan really is back, beating the crown prince and fighting the golden goddess are all his actions. There are no secrets at all.

Hortan, his age is not very big. After awakening, the first genius among the ancient people to be sanctified in this world, with a special status, will be recorded in the annals of history.

Now, he came out strong, and in the past few days, the whole people of Donghuang knew that he was going to kill Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, aren't you arrogant and brave? What is it in front of my master? I don't dare to see the light when I curl up in the corner. It's better not to come out all my life."

Houtan's disciples also arrived in Nanhuang, and their words were bitter and harsh, and they were extremely ironic, just to humiliate Ye Fan and make him uneasy.

Ye Fan didn't pay any attention to it. In the past few days, he walked in the ancient land of the Southern Territory, and even took Ye Tong and the Dragon Horse into the fire, so that they could see the real fairy fire.

On the tenth floor of the fire zone, a cluster of fairy flames composed of runes was untouchable. They were fortunate to witness them, and they could not help but breathe in from afar.

Even the Black Emperor was in a trance, saying: "It has existed for so many years, and it is worthy of the fairy fire that can let the barren tower float for thousands of years!"

"There is an ideal for the inferior Dao, so take this flame as your own and use it for my alchemy, but it is too difficult." Duan De sighed.

As they walked around, Hortan was also carrying out a carpet search, because according to the deduction, these people were in the southern region and never left.

"Our ancestors took the human race as blood food, and the taste was delicious. The blood of the human race was contained in the blood, and the taste should be more beautiful." Houtan's disciples clamored, and Ye Fan was not taken into consideration.

It is unbearable. Many monks feel annoyed when they hear it. If they have enough repairs, they will definitely shoot them.

"Hottan, your grandfather went home and called you to wipe your nose!" On this day, Longma stood up and responded, shouting like a big horn to the southern half of the sky.

Of course, it ran away after shouting, controlling the circle, without giving the saint a chance to shoot, or ten horse lives would not be enough to kill.

Hortan's face was dark blue, and his eyes were gloomy. He rushed to the place where Ryoma appeared in the first time, but he could only stare, no way.

"Hotan, as a saint, you are also embarrassed to contend with Ye Fan. No one is sanctified. How thick are your skins? Why don't you go and challenge the battle to defeat the Buddha? Dead. "

Ryoma appeared in another area, Herod long hissed, and like the big lama, the world's clamor, likewise satire.

"Ye Fan, if you dare to come out for a battle, my teacher will not deceive you, self-confessed mana, only one finger can crush you." Houtan's disciples shouted.

"Hottan, your mother called your disciples to go home and rinse your mouth!" Ryoma has never been a very authentic master. Although he is a beast, he is not a good child.

A dragon horse jumped around in the Southern Territory, flying around and clamoring. As a result, Hortan continued to cross the void, trying to chase them down.

"The saintly body of the human race, others say how you are. In my opinion, it's just a bug. It's trivial. If you dare to appear, you will step on one foot and die." Hortan said stunnedly. In case of a big belly fire, otherwise such words will not be spoken.

He is a saint who has proved Dao Guo, but nowadays he is repeatedly clamored by a dragon horse. He doesn't take him as a thing at all, and wants to seize the dragon horse immediately.

"Huotan came to die!" Ye Fan appeared, he was repeatedly ridiculed, and began to challenge the saint, but he had to fight it.

"Haha ..." Huo Tan laughed when he learned that, and hurried away as soon as possible, Xiao Xiao broke into the sky and said, "Just because you also want to be an enemy with me, ants and also want to bite the dragon.

Everyone was shocked that day, Ye Fanzhen was going to show up against the saints, out of anger?

This is a wasteland, with wormwood overgrown and ancient trees. There are many wild fields in the southern region, and the vast unmanned area occupies 90% of the area.

Hortan appeared, and after a long distance, he grabbed a large hand and grabbed it. The saint struck it to turn dozens or hundreds of miles into scorched earth.

"boom"

Ye Fan appeared, he had no other action, he sacrificed directly to the tripod, the motherhood of all things lingered, a violent shock, the tripod flipped, and the monstrous flame soared into the sky.

The nine-color fog silk became strips of traces, which is the ninth layer of the flames of the fire domain, which can burn the saint and surge up.

When the sacred Shenghui came out, the entire wasteland was turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the earth became magma. The only few stone mountains were vaporized, and nothing was left.

The nine-color fire wire is too scary, not purely due to the high temperature, but also mysterious and unpredictable power, which can kill the ancestor.

Hortan was taken aback. The right hand he probed was scorching, the burning blood was splattering, and the bones were hurting, but after all, he was a sage.

Moreover, he moved thousands of feet away from the sea of ​​fire instantly, Leng Sensen said: "Not a saint, after all, it is dung, killing you is as easy as crushing a tile dog. Without the corresponding strength, I want to rely on foreign objects and me Enemy, I do not know life or death! "

However, Ye Fan was also very decisive, at the moment of offering the Divine Flame, he put the tripod into the chessboard pattern and turned away.

"This seat has locked you as soon as it appears, and you still want to go? The fairy king can't save you!" Hortan looked cold, pointing with one finger, a flash of brilliance, this is to smash the vacuum and remove Ye Fan from the domain gate. Epicenter.

"Huh ..." He was taken aback, Yumen's grain was not moving, and was about to disappear.

This is a checkerboard pattern, which can be used to cross from the undead mountain. The killing array of the ancient emperor did not destroy it, and the sage is naturally difficult to destroy.

"You are well prepared, but it is a pity that for the saint, you are an ant after all, and since I am locked, there is only one way to die!" Hotan didn't care, sneered again and again, and stepped in and stepped in the domain. Followed the moment the door closed.

At his side, a total of four disciples followed him, shrouded in his holy fame, and entered the domain gate at the same time, chasing and killing Ye Fan.

"boom!"

After Ye Fan came out, he straightly entered another domain gate. This place was glorious, and various patterns were activated together, turning into a peerless killing formation.

This was carefully laid down by the Black Emperor. Using the terrain of the mountains and rivers, although there is no god, but with the source **** array, it has also achieved a terrifying seven-strike array!

Hortan roared and shook the heavenly Shenghui, but the whole body criss-crossed and there were dozens of scars. If the four disciples were not his shelter, they would be cut into mud.

"I didn't expect the holy man to be so horrible, even a fine imperial array didn't wipe him out, but it's a pity ... there was no magical engraving." Ye Fan murmured, didn't enter the void, and directly smashed the positions left outside, not tracking Hortan Opportunity.

"I want to run, there is no way for you to live for nine days and ten places. Do you really think that the saints are humiliated? Atonement with blood!" Houtan sneered with a sneer and shook his hand to offer something. The disciple forcibly opened the domain gate and pursued it.

This is a secret treasure given to him by a great saint. It is useless for you to cross your borders, and it is useless to travel outside the territory. Your formation that can be briefly restored is traced all the way, like a shadow.

Undoubtedly, this is a must-have game. It is impossible to get rid of a saint, and it will not be long before it will be caught up. It is harder to live than to be in the sky.

"Do you think that the holy Eucharist is well prepared? In front of my teacher, it is useless for you to have thousands of means, and the strength is not good. It is useless to say anything!"

"Every little flame, and a broken ancient emperor killing array also want to destroy the saints, you are too naive, my teacher is well prepared for you, and borrowed secret treasures to make you nowhere to escape!"

"It's just a little slasher, and dare to call the saints. My teacher will kill you like a chicken!"

Several of Huo Tan's disciples laughed. They were in the Holy Light, followed up quickly, and saw Ye Fan's figure in the void.

"brush"

However, what they did not expect was that Ye Fan sacrificed again in the void to change the path of the void in the eternal darkness and disappeared again.

The void changed direction and changed the way. This method caused Hortan to change color and clenched his fists hard, thinking that he was lost.

"brush"

He stroked hard, his palm secret flashed, and in front of him he wanted to restore a ruined pattern to the dark void and followed.

"I can't think of the great treasure's secret treasures so wonderful ..." He laughed loudly, no longer worried.

Ye Fan escaped quickly, changing positions a dozen times, each time in the void, but he could not get rid of Hortan, if other saints had already been thrown away.

"The method of the Great Saint is awesome. We can pursue it all the way, and he can't get rid of us." A disciple of Hortan was deeply frightened by the way of the Great Sage of the ancient tribe.

"Where is this? Every time I change direction in the void, I don't know the direction at all, there is no way to predict the way forward." Another student frowned.

"Look how many positions he can have. When he runs out, he will die in front of him. The master can crush him with one finger!"

It didn't take long for Ye Fan's figure to get closer and closer, and it was almost real. Hortan sneered from the corner of his mouth, and a large hand was caught, trying to kill him!

"boom!"

At this moment, the domain gate opened wide, Ye Fan rushed out of the void, entered the real world, and fell out.

"He's no longer on the stage, death is in sight, haha ​​..."

"Human Communion, you are dead!"

Hortan's four disciples were overjoyed and grinned cruelly.

Huo Tan's eyes were cold, purple hair scattered, and the majestic tall body was as scary as a mountain. He first walked forward and took a step, and finally a stumble fell to the ground.

Behind him, his four disciples were even more embarrassed, and they fell directly from the sky to the ground, and they were covered with blood.

"Where is this, how do we ... lose mana !?"

The four disciples showed fear and played drums in their hearts, feeling that something was bad.

Hortan also changed color, he was suppressed to the lowest level, and it was difficult to run, which made him creepy, to know that he is a saint!

In Shino, there is stillness, abundant vegetation, and ancient medicines are tens of thousands of years old. This place is too quiet, there is no sound, like a dead place.

In front, Ye Fan held a dark gold spear and stood very cold, very calm and calm, and no longer escaped.

"Where is this?" Hortan felt horrified. He was a saint, but he was so pitiful at the time that he could not do much of the flight.

"Ah ... my way, my life's origin!" One of Hortan's disciples screamed in horror. He felt that not only did he lose his mana, even his life was passing quickly, and his face slowly crawled out of wrinkles!

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan Lengheng ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ left a residual image on the spot, traversing Hortan, puffed the eyebrows of one of his disciples, and the blood splashed high, picking it up.

"boom"

He shook his hand vigorously, and the dead body flew out tens of feet away. He stopped moving on the spot and shed a large amount of blood.

"You ..." Hortan was furious. He was a saint. How could he allow Ye Fan to be arrogant and flick his palm forward, but the vast sea-like power did not flow out.

Ye Fan swept it out, bursting with golden halos between his palms and fingers, and the power was amazing. The strength of his flesh can crush the sky!

Hortan groaned, and when his arm touched the spear, he shivered, almost cramped, and extremely painful. He knew it was broken, and in this place, even if he had a whole world of works, it was useless!

"Where is this place?"

"Welcome to the barren ancient forbidden land. Today I will kill the saint and send you to the road!" Ye Fan said coldly.