"My Buddha is merciful, Master is above. Brat, don't run, hurry up and follow me to guard the mountain gate. " Huahua displayed his divine might, the dao technique he displayed was extremely special. Lotus flowers appeared from his mouth, and one after another flew out. They were all translucent and flickering with radiance, directly crushing the void in front of him.
Everyone was stupefied, and they were even more shocked. This baldy could actually display this type of dao technique here without being suppressed.
"In the heavens above and earth below, I am the supreme one. Evil creature, why aren't you restraining yourself? This poor monk is here to send you off from the afterlife."
Lotus flowers flew out from Huahua's mouth one after another, suppressing forward, smashing his opponent until he staggered. His entire body was covered in blood, unable to endure it.
This type of technique was extremely special, but in the eyes of that opponent, he was undoubtedly a trash, completely unreasonable. He could actually squander his cultivation like this in the Flying Immortal Battlefield. If he left this place, just how deep would his cultivation be? Just the thought alone made people shiver.
Huahua was the first to deal with his opponent, suppressing him. Then, he looked forward, staring at the next person. That was actually a buddhist nun from the ancient Amitabha Star Field.
"Hey, female baldy, you actually dare to provoke my master. You've violated the precepts. Wait for this poor monk to capture you!" He held the violet-gold alms bowl in his hand, and with a pressure of Mount Tai, he smashed over.
Honglong!
Tens of thousands of strands of buddhist light appeared. The alms bowl turned into a dome of heaven, hiding the sky and covering the earth, covering that area.
"Filthy brat, you are the scum of the buddhist path, not worthy of being a buddhist child," the nun said coldly. She held the demon subduing pestle in her hand, valiantly leading the way. She actually directly fought in close combat.
"This poor monk is a buddhist disciple of the Celestial Court, different from you. Female baldy, your killing intent is too heavy, and you are not righteous. You are not worthy of being a buddha," Huahua said shamelessly.
Everyone was speechless. Could it be that he wasn't bald?
No matter how they looked at him, they felt that this disciple of Ye Fan's was too heavy, as if he was raised by bandits. If not for the ancient buddhas and bodhisattvas chanting sutras behind him, people definitely wouldn't believe that he was a monk.
Dang!
The Exorcism Pestle and the Purple Gold Alms Bowl collided. Rays of Buddhist light burst forth, and two great Buddhas vaguely appeared, confronting each other.
The Amitabha Buddha and Shakyamuni Buddha's Daos were confronting each other. These were similar yet different Daos. They were connected to each other, but also opposed each other. An intense explosion erupted.
"What a powerful dao!" Everyone sighed in admiration.
"Abbess, you can't do it. Watch Brother Buddha's own Dao to subdue you!" Hua Hua didn't have a proper appearance. With a loud cry, over ten thousand flowers flew out from her head. Each of them was a type of great dao, and after each flower bloomed, there was a Hua Hua sitting inside. It was a very strange sight.
What kind of cultivation technique was this? Why did it look a little like Emperor Vicious' Flower Blooming with a Single Thought? But there were some differences, some differences.
"Abbess, I'm here!"
Huahua howled loudly. Above his head, tens of thousands of flower buds bloomed and rays of multicolored light shone. Tens of thousands of himself pounced forward together. It seemed like every one of them had mana and cultivation.
At this moment, it wasn't just the abbess who was shocked. Her face was pale and she quickly retreated. Even the crowd was alarmed. What kind of cultivation technique did this brat cultivate?
Emperor Vicious' cultivation technique was aesthetically pleasing. At that moment, there would be tens of thousands of sparkling petals fluttering in the air. There were endless incarnations everywhere between heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, his cultivation technique was unconventional. He directly hatched tens of thousands of himself from the flowers, and they all rushed over one after another.
The tens of thousands of bald heads howled loudly, each displaying their mana and attacking together. That kind of power was truly astonishing!
The nun was alarmed and used her full strength to attack. Buddhist karmic flames overflowed into the heavens and engulfed the skies in an instant. Many figures became indistinct. They were actually all void images, but they could be passed off as real.
Dang!
However, not all of the figures were fake. One of them possessed extreme fighting strength and rushed over with the real body, suppressing the nun together.
In addition, there was a group of figures with weak fighting strength that pounced forward. The nun was greatly alarmed and couldn't distinguish the real from the fake.
Bam!
In the end, a seemingly inconspicuous figure suddenly showed his might and his strength skyrocketed. He held an alms bowl in his hand and smashed it on the back of the nun's head who was fighting with Huahua's real body and Taoist body.
Although the nun was suppressed and put into the alms bowl, she was full of indignation and almost cursed the rogue monk.
"Abbess, you're still far from being able to fight with me. Don't you think about how many people's cultivation techniques I have integrated to create such an invincible secret technique?" Huahua chuckled and glanced at the inside of the alms bowl in his hand.
"You …"
"Let me tell you, this is the Supreme Technique of Universal and Eight Desolation. It has integrated Emperor Vicious' Blossoming Flower with One Thought, the Sacred Emperor's Ten Million Years Transformation, my master's Taoist body, and the golden body forged by the power of faith of Buddhism. It's not a loss for you to lose. You're far from it," he said while weighing the alms bowl in his hand.
Obviously, the figure who sneak-attacked the nun and smiled wickedly was cast by him with the power of faith. In the hands of other eminent monks, it must be dignified and compassionate, but in his hands, it was so wretched.
"This … is he also Senior Ye's disciple? The style doesn't seem like it. "
"The style is too different. How can this baldy be so unconventional?"
"If you knew that he was raised by that dog called the Black Emperor, and that he was taught the values of his childhood by that wicked Taoist who dug up people's ancestral graves, you wouldn't have any doubts."
…
The crowd whispered and looked at him strangely.
On the other side, the battle between Yang Xi and the Tyrant had reached its climax. In the final stage, when the nine divine images of the Tyrant Blood of the Firmament appeared, heaven and earth seemed to lose color.
Not to mention the others, even Ye Fan's eyes became sharp. He stared at the battlefield and paid close attention to it as he walked forward step by step.
Boom!
An earth-shattering aura filled the air as the nine divine images collided with the Holy Physique. In the final stage, a terrifying light exploded.
That place was completely destroyed. Two figures were sent flying. The Tyrant stepped out. His right hand was still bleeding, but other than that, he was unharmed.
Yang Xi, on the other hand, was covered in blood. He staggered and retreated a long distance, but he was smiling. He didn't feel the slightest bit depressed. He said, "The Tyrant is indeed strong!"
His injuries weren't light, but they weren't serious. He had withstood the Tyrant's most powerful secret technique. His face was full of confidence and radiance.
The Tyrant's face was as gloomy as still water. He was incomparably frustrated. This was only a disciple of his enemy, but he had actually blocked his nine divine images and didn't die.
This was a huge blow to the Tyrant!
Yang Xi, on the other hand, could still fight. He quickly used the secret character to heal his wounds. His broken bones reconnected, and his flesh healed. He was full of vigor again.
Seeing this scene, the Tyrant's face became even more gloomy. Back then, Ye Fan had stolen the secret character and the Tyrant Fist from his primordial spirit. This was a great humiliation to him!
"Die, junior!" The Tyrant's right palm suddenly surged with purple energy. All the blood in his body condensed there. The purple blood boiled, and then turned red, gathering in his five fingers. He turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Yang Xi.
The purple color of that palm had faded away, and it was now a dazzling scarlet. This was the essence of the Tyrant's Ether Blood. It could be called "true blood", and it was known to be able to kill deities.
Everyone was shocked. The Tyrant had slaughtered his way here. He had once bare-handedly torn apart many Great Sage in the starry sky. He was bathed in divine blood, and he had stepped on too many corpses. Some peerless enemies had died to the Ether Ether Blood!
Ye Fan moved like lightning. He arrived in an instant, cutting off the Tyrant's path.
"Hong!"
Ye Fan's fist smashed out, landing on that blood-red palm. Heaven and earth erupted, the heavens exploding, the earth sinking. Even with the protection of the formation, it could restore this place to how it was before, but right now, it couldn't stop this destructive force. Everything was destroyed.
When the last bit of light receded, the Tyrant and Ye Fan were standing face to face. His right hand was broken, and scarlet blood flowed all over the ground. He staggered backwards.
Ye Fan stood there, steady like a boulder. His fingers were sparkling, and not damaged in the slightest.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. This result didn't need to be said. After three or four hundred years, the Tyrant was once again defeated!
During these three hundred years, even though Ye Fan was muddle-headed, his flesh had always been transforming. After fighting a supreme being from the life restricted region, he had exploded. During these years, his flesh had been reconstructed and tempered. It was a terrifying sublimation.
"Master, I can take it," Yang Xi mumbled, protesting in a low voice.
The golden color of his right palm receded. Half of his palm was scarlet, but it didn't cover the entire palm. It was clear that this was the true blood essence of his divine body!
"You are still young. There is no need to fight to the death like this," said Ye Fan.
Obviously, if they really fought, Yang Xi would suffer a great loss. Even if his life wasn't in danger, his vitality would be greatly damaged. Ye Fan naturally wouldn't sit idly by and watch his disciple fight to the death.
"Ten years. In another ten years, I will be able to cover my entire palm with scarlet true blood. When that time comes …" Yang Xi's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the Tyrant.
Everyone was shocked. They could sense Yang Xi's exuberant fighting spirit. He had beaten the Tyrant to the point where he could defeat him in ten years.
"Master, I would like to ask you to let him go one more time. In ten years, disciple is willing to fight with him!" Finally, he spoke his heart.
The Tyrant's eyes had already dimmed, and his body was hunched over. The defeat just now had been a huge blow to him. However, after hearing Yang Xi's words, he stood up straight, and his eyes shone with endless killing intent!
"Master, I long to fight with someone from the Tyrant Blood of the Ether Heavens!" Yang Xi repeated.
Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then nodded and agreed to his request.
"I have never lost my fighting spirit. When the Tyrant Blood of the Ether Heavens reappears, the entire world will tremble!" The Tyrant roared. He suddenly turned around and walked away. With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. In the end, when he was about to disappear, he tore the void apart.
The Tyrant left in a frenzy!
However, from now on, he was no longer viewed as an opponent by Ye Fan. To him, this was the greatest tragedy. Ye Fan gazed at the Tyrant Body's ancestral star.
On the other side, the battle between Ye Tong and the Fire Spirit Grayflame was also coming to an end.
The Fire Spirit Grayflame had finally used a forbidden secret technique. It was a terrifying demonic light that was frighteningly black. This was an extremely terrifying flame that he had collected. It was known as the Celestial Yin Flame, and it wasn't blazing hot. Instead, it was icy cold. As soon as it appeared, it could freeze people's bones.
Everyone was incomparably shocked. They had never imagined that the Fire Spirit Grayflame would be able to find such a legendary flame from the Age of Legends. It was truly shocking!
The Celestial Yin Flame was clearly fatal to the Extreme Yang Physique.
Grayflame's entire body was dripping with blood. He had extracted this flame from his sealed body and turned it into a weapon. This made him pay a heavy price.
However, a cold smile hung on the corner of Ye Tong's mouth. He was not afraid in the slightest. In an instant, he struck out eighteen ancient characters that sealed the sky.
The first nine ancient characters were the nine 'Emperor' characters of the Ancient Sun Scripture, while the last nine ancient characters were the nine talismans of the Mother Moon Scripture. The two of them complemented each other and circulated with each other, directly sealing and collecting the Celestial Fire of Extreme Yin.
"What? You have the Extreme Yang Physique and also cultivate the Ancient Moon Scripture?!" Grayflame was shocked.
"You're too ignorant. My aunt has the Extreme Yin Physique. We've exchanged ancient scriptures before!" Ye Tong sneered.
Grayflame's expression was cold to the extreme. He didn't think that he would actually miscalculate. However, he was not afraid. His true cultivation was a level higher than Ye Tong. He decided to use his trump card. He didn't want to waste any more time. In an instant, he brought out a great killing weapon. It was a forbidden weapon!
His heart was dripping blood. He felt that this was too wasteful. This was an artifact that he had refined all of the divine materials in recent years. It could only be used once or twice.
This was a picture scroll. It covered the sky and covered the earth. It wasn't suppressed by the Flying Immortal Battlefield. This was one of the Fire Spirit Grayflame's trump cards.
This artifact was too powerful. It shattered the vacuum and brought with it the scars of ten thousand heavenly daos. It pressed downwards. For any Great Sage, if they weren't prepared, it would be a calamity.
Within this divine picture, Grayflame sealed the souls of more than ten Great Sage. It contained their dao and techniques. Once it erupted, all living things would be killed.
Unfortunately, the result made him despair again. Strands of emperor level fluctuations rippled outwards. Ye Tong held a golden scepter in her hand and waved it towards him!
This was the scepter of the Celestial Court. It was a supreme Quasi-emperor artifact!
Three hundred years ago, during the most powerful darkness chaos in history, almost all emperor artifacts were destroyed. They were either crippled or completely disappeared. It was rare to see them again.
From then on, the Quasi-emperor artifact became the most powerful weapon in the universe. Now that it appeared, it undoubtedly possessed a powerful deterrent force.
If Grayflame didn't use the forbidden weapon and continued the battle, his chances of winning would be extremely high. However, he didn't want to lose face and was unwilling to continue fighting with a junior. He wanted to quickly end the battle.
Ye Tong naturally used the Quasi-emperor artifact. The golden scepter of the Celestial Court shattered the divine picture and then smashed apart the Fire Spirit Grayflame, causing his primordial spirit to be extinguished.
"How could this be?" Grayflame trembled. His physical body was shattered and the last strand of his primordial spirit was gradually extinguished. He didn't expect this kind of result.
In this world, he was so powerful. He had roamed unhindered his entire life and walked proudly. Yet, he ended up like this.
There was no more suspense. The Fire Spirit of a generation died just like that!
This battle ended. Everyone was horrified.
Ye Fan's three disciples were too powerful. Ye Tong fought against the Fire Spirit Grayflame, Hua Hua suppressed many powerful enemies, and even the youngest disciple, Yang Xi, could almost stand shoulder to shoulder with an overlord.
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