Cover the sky

The 11 people in front of them all seemed to have become feathers, turning into a rain of light, and then fell, all of them died.

Ye Fan rushed past and broke through into the distance, wanting to leave the battlefield.

"boom!"

During this process, the immeasurable laws struck, covering the sky and covering the earth, and withstanding the heavy blows of so many masters, the vision that was connected together was about to disappear, but at this time it collapsed all of a sudden.

"what……"

Five more people were drawn in, and faded along with the vision, bloody and bloody, and died high in the sky, blood raining down.

"when!"

Yoyo was shocked, ripples spread, a big cauldron appeared on Ye Fan's head, Wan Dao's mother's spirit hung down, and he continued to charge outward with a magic whip in his hand.

At this time, it is impossible to sacrifice the purple gold hammer in his body, maybe half a blow will exhaust his divine power, so there is no need to fight or run away.

At this moment, he couldn't even hold on to the Golden Sanctuary. He was attacked by hundreds of powerful men at this stage of the battle, and he would collapse when the Son of God came.

This battle is a preview of future battles with some ancestor kings of various races, some of whom are destined to be the existence of that series in the future.

The body as powerful as Ye Fan was about to collapse, and he fought hard. With a bang, the motherly spirit of all things shook, and the man with the dazzling light and blood-haired shawl from the blood-electric royal family was finally killed.

"Buzz!"

Ye Fan swung the magic whip in his hand, and all the pitch-black wings of the Fallen Feather Clan Lu Dongfa shattered, and his whole body was torn apart.

Finally, he broke out of the siege, stepped on the Xingzi formula, and rushed all the way to the distance.

Fighting alone against the kings of the future, Ye Fan did not fall down, he fought a bloody path, leaving only a trembling back.

This battle is destined to shake the world, and it is a world-shattering feat. A person who is under the siege of so many terrifying enemies, but retreats completely, will make the world boil.

Chapter 840 The Village of Heaven

"In this battle, so many people have been beheaded, and they have killed a bloody road alone, which has greatly exceeded expectations." Qi Luo was shocked.

The old knife was sweating profusely, wetting the skirt of his clothes, and he thought he had no hope of doing it.The world of this battle was bleak, ghosts were crying and gods were howling, and a group of future kings suffered heavy losses.

Qi Luo was the first to chase after him, and then Huo Lin'er also moved, leaving behind a blue shadow, and then some figures rose up.

No one thought that Ye Fan was so bold that he never left the city of God, coughed a mouthful of golden blood, landed on the street, and walked on foot.

Many people were stunned, what on earth was he trying to do? With such a great courage, he actually stopped in the city of God. Could it be that he still wanted to fight a fight and kill his bones all over the place?

Ye Fan was very calm, stepped on the Xingzi formula and came to Tianxuan Stone Square, "Zhi Ya Ya" pushed open the dilapidated door, and walked straight in.

Those who chased him were all stunned, no one dared to approach, there is a saint sitting here, who would dare to go in and play wild?

Ye Fan bowed to the old man at the door, then found a place and sat down cross-legged, the golden blood in his body evaporated, and he turned into a statue with a solemn treasure, motionless.

Although the Nirvana Sutra he obtained is only a concise summary, even if it is not complete, it is enough for his cultivation with his physique.

In Tianxuan Holy Land, the golden blood was steaming, like a big steamer, and the fighting spirit was surging upwards. Ye Fan's body was ringing non-stop, and all kinds of wounds on his body were healing.

After only two and a half hours, he opened his eyes, withdrew his blood energy, and he was like a dragon and a tiger again. After washing the blood in the spring pool, his whole body was shiny, strong and powerful.

Ye Fan put on a suit of battle clothes and went to the gatehouse, saluted the old man guarding the gate, and said: "I have repeatedly disturbed the elders' Qingxiu, today I will send you a bottle of Qingquan, which is the best water for making tea."

This is the divine spring from the ancient forbidden land, he is very familiar with it, and he sent it to the porter without any surprise.

However, he felt a little drumming in his heart. This old man might be one of the survivors back then, would he go crazy when he smelled the smell of the ancient forbidden land?

"I haven't smelled this kind of breath for a long time." The voice of the aging saint was very erratic, and he took out a broken jar and handed it to Ye Fan.

Enlightenment tea!

Among them, there are more than a dozen pieces. This is a priceless divine tea, especially for those who have meritorious ginseng, this kind of tea is more precious than anything else.

Ye Fan hurried to boil water, drinking tea is a trivial matter, it is true to drink with this saint, he really wanted to invite this old man to sit in his seat.

If it is true to create a religion and let this old man sit in the mountain gate, all the peerless defensive formations will be avoided, and one person is enough. The sanctified person in the ancient times has almost become a synonym for invincibility.

The water from the divine spring was already boiling. Ye Fan glanced at the broken tea pot, and didn't dare to waste anything. He just took out two leaves and put them in the pot.

I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching in the distance, and seeing this scene makes me a little nervous. Ye Fan was still in a bloody battle just now, and the next moment he ran here to find a saint for tea.

At this time, everyone in the city of God felt dizzy for a while, and even the various tribes in the ancient times felt chills down their backs, deeply terrified, and somewhat inexplicably afraid.

After all, Qi Luo appeared, entered Tianxuan's old place, gave a dry laugh outside the gatehouse, and saluted the surviving saint of Tianxuan.

Ye Fan used this to test out that although this old bastard has not become a saint yet, he may not be far away. Looking at his posture at this time, we can find some clues.

Qi Luo entered the room with a dignified look that made Ye Fan's teeth itch, wishing he could cut him and kick him twice.

"Crying boy, what are you doing here?"

"Aren't you going to start a school? I'll send you whatever you lack." Qi Luo was straightforward.

"If you get involved with you, most of the world will kill together. At that time, you may not know how many extreme emperor soldiers will suppress the situation." Ye Fan shook his head.

"The Heavenly Court has long since been wiped out. We don't want to restore it. We just need to break through the ancient palaces of hell and the world, and you can do anything else." Qi Luo was straightforward.

At the same time, he was also very oblivious, and saluted Saint Tianxuan respectfully, then grabbed a cup of tea from Ye Fan, and slowly tasted it.

The fragrance of tea is wafting, diffused, and spread far away, making people unforgettable.

"Using the sacred spring in the restricted area of ​​life to brew Wudao tea, this pot of tea is too valuable, this is what the ancient emperors often do."

Qi Luo was almost intoxicated, but he didn't dare to lose his composure. He respected Tianxuan's saint very much, and said some words that Ye Fan didn't understand clearly.

The fragrance of tea pervades the quiet ancient streets, making many peepers almost intoxicated and in a trance.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the concierge, it wasn't the first time he drank Wudao tea, but this time it was the most different, his heart was empty, he calmed down all of a sudden, comprehending the various battles just now, and fell into a wonderful state.

It was not until a long time later that he came back to his senses, poured down the second cup of tea and began to taste it, feeling as if there were gods intertwined in Sendai.

"I have seen the saints of the human race." A sweet voice sounded, and Huo Lin'er came and saluted respectfully outside the gatehouse.

The sage of Tianxuan nodded, but didn't say anything.

Huo Lin'er gathered her bright blue hair like sea water, walked in gracefully, and said, "In the past, my father would brew a pot of Enlightenment tea every day with the divine spring, silently looking up at the starry sky, often staying up all night, smelling the familiar The fragrance of tea, I couldn't help but walked in."

She explained to the sage of Tianxuan that she was much more particular than Qi Luo, forgiving him of the crime of intrusiveness.

"It's really extravagant. Every day, I use the divine spring in the restricted area of ​​life to make Enlightenment tea. It turns out that the ancient emperor inherited the habit from the ancient emperor." Qi Luo was speechless.

"Unfortunately, that old tea tree seems to be inseparable from the Immortal Mountain. My father wanted to plant it by the Huolin Cave, but he almost died and sent it back." Huo Lin'er said.