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Ye Fan opened his eyes and sighed softly. This holy technique is infinitely mysterious, but after all, it can't resist the injury of the Great Dao, which makes him feel powerless.

"Don't give up, one time won't work, just two, three, four times, there will always be some effect." An Miaoyi was very unwilling.

Ye Fan shook his head and said: "It's too difficult. This is consuming my own blood to achieve Nirvana. If this continues, if it doesn't work, I can't afford it even if I am a holy body."

If it is an ordinary person, it will take a lot of self-cultivation to perform one holy healing, and it cannot be done again. He is a holy body, and his body is unparalleled.

"How could this be... Sakyamuni's disciples once said that the Nirvana Sutra is the highest healing technique in the West Desert. Although this is only an essential article, it is almost the best in the world. Any injury can be cured. .”

"The disciple of Sakyamuni, who is he?" Ye Fan wanted to know very much, and even more wanted to know everything about the Tathagata.

"I don't know who he is either." Peerless Qingcheng An Miaoyi shook her head.

Miaoyu Temple, originally a sect in the West Desert, inherited the Buddhism's unworldly Zen skills, but later split up and came from the east, and obtained the Taoist double cultivation method, and changed its name to Miaoyu Temple.

1000 years ago, Sakyamuni's disciples returned from the sea, and on their way to the Eastern Wasteland, they met the master of Miaoyu Temple who was about to die. Because of the inextricable connection in the inheritance, they left behind a piece of Nirvana Essentials and drifted away.

"Do you know about Sakyamuni's past?" Ye Fan asked.

"I only know it's a Buddhist taboo, but I don't know the details." An Miaoyi shook her head.

"The injury of Dao is incurable..." Ye Fan stood up.

An Miao was tall and graceful, and the moonlight poured in, setting her off as emptiness and peerless, with beautiful black hair, agile eyes, icy muscles and fine bones, undulating curves, and a moving figure, like the most perfect masterpiece in the sky.

"The Nirvana Sutra plus my Miaoyu Temple's supreme double cultivation method. It's the last attempt. If you still can't survive, you are really sorry for me, little man." She walked over lightly, stretched out her slender hands, and squeezed Ye Fan had a beautiful smile on his cheeks, and said: "Others have always perfected Miaoyu disciples, today I may be the first person to make an exception, perfecting you to come back to life."

In the palace, An Miaoyi's jade-like crystal clear body was as transparent and flawless under the hazy moonlight, with a faint radiance shining all over her body, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as delicate as a flower.

This has nothing to do with Fengyue, it's just a way to save people. Ye Fan has always held a negative attitude towards the double cultivation technique, but he didn't want to, but he experienced it once.

"Little man, calm down!" On the white jade bed, under the red gauze tent, An Miaoyi's body was white and glowing, she tapped Ye Fan's forehead to calm him down.

Faced with such a beautiful and beautiful beauty, it is impossible for any normal man to remain calm, and Ye Fan naturally cannot quickly fall into samadhi like an old monk.

An Miaoyi's entire fairy body is as white and crystal clear as ivory, as diverse as a beauty snake, with exquisite curves and flawless body.

Not long after, the Zen singing recorded in the ancient Nirvana Sutra resounded, and the palace was filled with sacred peace. At the same time, Ye Fan covered An Miaoyi's body, and the dual cultivation method was in operation.

On a bright moonlit night, time passed like water, and the city of God was peaceful.

Miaoyu Temple, this area of ​​the palace was sealed off, so as not to spread the sound of the great avenue, shrouded in a hazy brilliance.

An Miaoyi is the first descendant, her status is not inferior to the saints, she is even more beautiful in the world, she has no competitors in Miaoyu Temple, no one in the younger generation would dare to disobey what she wants to do.

Although some people speculated about something, no one dared to approach and disturb, let alone say anything.

In the second half of the night, the palace was harmonious and quiet. Ye Fan didn't speak, and the Nirvana Sutra and the dual-cultivation magic couldn't heal the scars left by the Dao, and they couldn't change anything.

He wrapped An Miaoyi's beautiful hair around his fingertips, thinking quietly, is there any way out, where will he go, is the mature elixir useless?

The ancient medicine is the most precious holy thing in the world, if even it is ineffective, then a person's life will really come to an end.

However, Ye Fan had a hard time accepting it. Didn't even the God King feel a little unsure about it? He was not sure that the elixir would be absolutely ineffective, so he decided to give it a go at all costs.

Originally, he had prepared the stone skin and took risks for the God King and Xiao Tingting, but now his own life is in danger, there is no way out, and he can only go forward indomitably.

"This may be the last time we meet." An Miaoyi sat up slowly, her hair drooping like water, staring at Ye Fan.

"It's definitely not the last time we meet." Ye Fan was very serious, showing a bright smile, and said; "Please believe me, I will not die, I will live another 1 years, and let those holy places be silent."

"1 years, the pink powder turned into a skeleton... It's been a long time." An Miaoyi got up, walked to the jade bed, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bright moon.

"The other half of the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar is about to be born." After an unknown amount of time, An Miaoyi suddenly said.

"Do you need the divine body, the sacred body, and the heavenly demon body?" Ye Fan asked.

"Don't go, don't ask why." An Miaoyi said calmly without turning her head.

"Okay, I won't go." Ye Fan replied.

After a long time, she came back, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "Let's go, little man."

"I will survive." Ye Fan sat up.

"It's time to leave." An Miaoyi helped him put on his clothes, her movements were very gentle and slow.

"Well, to prove that I am still alive in this world, you will hear news about me every once in a while, this land will not be quiet." Ye Fan said this when he left.

The city of God is prosperous, but Ye Fan will leave eventually, but he didn't leave immediately because he was waiting for the Black Emperor.

In the next few days, he walked in the city of God, causing the younger generation to be terrified. No one dared to speak too much.

He easily obliterated Wu Ziming and Li Chongtian, and frightened everyone, for fear that they would follow in the footsteps of others and be ruthlessly killed by him.

Everyone knows that the Eucharist's time is numbered, and there is no scruple at all, and no one dares to touch the bad luck.

Even if the saints all avoided them, they were frightened, fearing that Ye Fan would challenge them at this time. It is not impossible. In the last madness, it would be really bad luck if they showed their power and killed them.

Even King Golden Wing Xiaopeng is very quiet and rarely appears. It is said that he is going back to the central part of the Eastern Wasteland and will follow the old King Peng.

Fenghuang also kept a low profile, seemed to have quieted down suddenly, and seldom appeared.

In these last days when life is limited, Ye Fan is so powerful that no one dares to overwhelm him. All the saints and saints dodge, and the younger generation is even more fearful. They are all silent and dare not say a word Disrespectful words.

Every time he appeared, it made an area quiet. Compared with a few days ago, it was completely different, and everyone felt uneasy.

The Black Emperor came back, listless, full of frustration, and kept cursing, saying: "Damn it, Zishan can't get in! Damn, what happened?!"

Goodbye, Kamijou!

Ye Fan bid farewell to the peerless god king, just in time to see the scene of the marriage between the sage master of the wind clan and the god king in white.

Chapter 423 Unshackle

Ye Fan has great scars on his body, and he will only live for half a year at most. Even if he breaks the curse, he will naturally no longer be a worthy target for the younger generation.

"About the marriage..." The peerless god king sat upright on top, with white hair like snow and dim eyes, but his heroic appearance remained undiminished, and he couldn't tell what was wrong with his body.

The Holy Lord of the Wind Clan sat below, standing still, with loose black hair and deep eyes, with an invisible majesty, and he was not too restrained in front of the God King.

"The girl Fenghuang is too capricious. She refuses to agree to her death, and we have nothing to do. This child is spoiled by us."

"I understand." The white-clothed god king nodded, then coughed lightly, traces of blood appeared on a piece of white silk, bright and shocking.

"Oh, no one thought that such a thing would happen." Feng Jingyun, the Holy Master of the Wind Clan, said.

"It's not your fault. Ye Fan is just like me. He is in danger, precarious, and has no future. If he is engaged to the Pearl of the Wind Clan, it would be inappropriate." The king in white wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking somewhat lonely.