The first battle ended, the Overlord silently leaving, the most powerful Fire Spirit of a generation falling. This result was undoubtedly shocking. Ye Fan's three great disciples rose up in this great world, looking down on the world!
The three figures were surrounded by divine halos, standing side by side. They were like war gods from the ancient times, appearing in this world, rarely encountering opponents in this world.
The surroundings were quiet, everyone holding their breaths. Ye Fan's disciples were already like this, growing up. How could his old enemies endure this? If they fought again, who would they face?
Right now, no one was targeting them. Even though there were still exceptional experts in Imperial Pass watching coldly from the sidelines, not truly hurrying over, this battle would definitely stir them up greatly.
Everyone scattered, this place becoming peaceful again.
Of course, there were some who wanted to follow Ye Fan who didn't go far, lingering about nearby. They were waiting, hoping for an opportunity.
"Master, who are these three losers?"
In front of the thatched cottage, Huahua tilted his head, his bald head as if it had been waxed, shining brilliantly. He looked at Mo Wentian, Tuoba Mo, and Yi Ming with a frivolous expression.
"Baldy, who are you talking about?!" Tuoba Mo immediately became angry. Being forcefully suppressed by Ye Fan and captured to do manual labor was one thing, but he was actually looked down upon by a baldy.
"Brat, you're asking for a beating, daring to criticize brother buddha. Why don't you take a look at who you are? Pour a cup of tea for this buddha, don't forget your status." Huahua sat down on a wooden stool, ordering Tuoba Mo around.
"Baldy, do you dare boast shamelessly? Do you dare fight against me?!" Tuoba Mo's anger surged, rushing straight to the top of his head. He pressed forward with large steps.
"A fight is a fight, who's going to slap who?" Huahua stood up, a palm slapping over.
Peng!
Without any suspense, Tuoba Mo flew outwards, falling into the dust. It was because he had been seriously injured by Ye Fan, his five great secret realms all broken. Recovering was incomparably difficult.
"Monk, if you have the guts, then let me recover! I'll beat you up until you can't even recognize amitabha!" Tuoba Mo felt great hatred.
He was a demon-like character who was unbridled in this world. He had always been domineering and did things as he pleased. However, right now, he felt extremely sullen.
"Who do you think you are? Any random Tom, Dick, or Harry wants to challenge me? If I have to respond to every single one of them, wouldn't I be annoyed to death?" Huahua sneered.
On the way here, he had already heard about these three people, especially when he learned that this devil-like man had once said that his master, Ye Fan, was old and could not withstand a single blow. Naturally, he remembered it.
The monk's revenge was definitely not a simple matter.
"Brat, I heard that you're quite arrogant. You want to fight with my Junior Apprentice Brother Yang Xi to prove that you're stronger than my Master? I also heard you say that in three hundred years, there will no longer be a Human Clan Divine Physique. Ye Fan would have died long ago. How sinister. "Huahua stared at Mo Wen Tian again.
Mo Wen Tian snorted coldly and did not reply.
Hua Hua smiled and said, "Fine, I see that you have the root of wisdom. You are one of us Buddhists. Today, this poor monk will lead you back to your place."
"You … what do you want to do?" Mo Wen Tian's hair stood on end. He had a bad premonition that something was wrong. He stared at Hua Hua warily.
However, how could he resist now? He was immediately restrained by Huahua. Then, Huahua took out a shiny razor and pressed it against Mo Wen Tian's head unhurriedly. Then, Huahua started to cut him.
"Stop!" Mo Wen Tian shouted loudly. His face had turned green. How could this monk be so unconventional and immoral? He actually wanted to deal with him like this.
"Almsgiver, scream all you want. It's useless even if you scream yourself hoarse." Huahua had a despicable smile on his face. He waved the razor in his hand, and the shiny blade light danced in the air like paper falling from the sky.
Mo Wen Tian roared wildly. However, his head was pressed down and he could not move at all. He could only feel his jet-black hair falling down and a cold wind blowing on his head. He was so angry that his entire body was trembling.
"Almsgiver, you have achieved enlightenment. The three thousand strands of worry have already disappeared." Huahua sheathed his saber and looked like a peerless swordsman. Then, he swung his saber a few more times and struck a cool pose.
Mo Wen Tian's face turned green. He wished he could step on Huahua's bald head. Finally, he could not help but let out a long roar. However, there was no messy black hair, only a bald head.
Huahua took a step back and sheathed his razor. He put his palms together and said, "Amitabha. Very good, very good. Almsgiver, from now on, you will be with me and with Buddha. With a thought, the flowers will bloom. Master is above."
His rambling made Mo Wen Tian so angry that he wanted to bite someone. This baldy was too immoral.
"Oh, that's right. Didn't you just scold baldy? Could it be that you were talking about him?" Huahua asked Tuoba Mo. Then, he pointed at Mo Wen Tian.
The two people involved had ashen faces. Their eyes were spitting fire as they stared at him fiercely.
"That is not right." Huahua corrected him. Then, he walked towards Tuoba Mo and said, "Buddha said that all living things are equal. How can you discriminate against Almsgiver Mo? You are the same as him."
Shua, shua, shua!
Cold light flashed. Saber lights danced in the air. Tuoba Mo had also become bald. His skull was shiny, and one could clearly see the veins on his face throbbing. His entire body was trembling as he pounced towards Huahua. Unfortunately, it was all in vain. He was slapped to the ground.
"Don't … don't come over!" Yi Ming shouted.
"I hate pretty boys the most. Their transcendent auras are nothing compared to the common people. Come, I will give you riches and allow you to return to your natural state."
Bang!
Huahua swung his fist and gave Yi Ming a black eye. He said, "You guys dare to insult my master? Even if your master is here, he won't be able to do it!"
When Ye Fan, Yang Xi, and Ye Tong walked over, Huahua had already cleaned up. There were now three bald heads on the ground. The three victims were all trembling. They were so angry that they could not even speak.
"Senior brother, acting like this isn't right. No matter what, they are people with status. How could you do this?" Yang Xi criticized. Then, he pulled them up one by one and said, "Come with me."
Everyone's temperament was different, so their way of doing things was naturally different as well. Yang Xi dragged these three people he hated to the extreme … to fight them one on one. He was a battle maniac.
"Junior brother, you really are quite fierce! Even their secret realms have been broken through. Don't accidentally slap them to death!" Huahua reminded.
"It's fine. Don't we have your Nirvana Heart Scripture? Let them recover for now. I will pay attention!" Yang Xi said.
In the following days, earth quaking sounds could be heard from the distance, as well as the three individuals' furious roars. The battle maniacs began to loosen up their muscles and bones.
In Imperial Pass, the atmosphere was a bit strange. The Fire Spirit died, the Overlord was defeated. During these past few days, everyone was discussing this, all of them unable to calm down.
Ye Fan revived, reappearing in this world after three hundred years. This news could already be considered to be true, shaking up the only true path, leaving everyone shocked.
Right now, everyone was thinking to themselves. If Ye Fan truly recovered his cultivation, then just what kind of strength would he have? This was a question worthy of serious consideration from everyone who wished to tread the emperor path. It was because in the future, they might truly have to face it. Perhaps it might be a heavenly moat that stopped everyone!
"Who would have thought that I didn't see incorrectly that day, it really was him." West Bodhisattva released a light sigh. Back then, they had previously rushed into Central Continent Immortal Manor World together, having a period of friendship.
Golden Cicada's white clothes were otherworldly. He nodded and said, "That is a powerful person. However, if anyone wishes to enter the emperor path, they have to pass through him. "
That day, Yin Tiande stood on an ancient building in Imperial Pass, gazing into the distance. He sensed the Emperor Sovereign Immortal Scripture, not affected by the outside world's atmosphere. Only after a long time had passed did he open his eyes, silently looking towards a gate of light. That place led directly to the Flying Immortal Battlefield!
On his body, purple energy rushed into the heavens, vast and mighty, as if a deity was about to set out, giving off an immeasurable feeling, a pair of eyes able to annihilate the endless starry skies.
"I've captured the Emperor Sovereign Immortal Scripture. I'll wait a bit longer, I'll meet you soon." This was what he said quietly.
"What? Master, you actually sensed the Emperor Sovereign Immortal Scripture, this really is … heaven-defying!" A female disciple was shocked, and then she revealed a happy expression, almost screaming out.
In another direction, there was an ancient dao platform that was mottled with the passage of time. This place should have received the essence of heaven and earth, receiving the nourishment of sun, moon, and other stellar force, this place should have been the most brilliant. However, right now, the dao platform was pitch-black. A great dao pitcher was rising and falling there, turning into a black hole, devouring all of the essence energy in the cosmos.
Below, a male sat there, not moving at all. He entered the deepest state of dao comprehension, as if he was a heavenly deity that had been covered in dust for the passage of time.
Finally, he moved. In that instant, he opened his mouth and inhaled. The great dao pitcher turned into countless symbols, entering his mouth. The black symbols were engraved into his flesh.
Then, his entire body suddenly shone, dispersing the darkness in that instant. His entire temperament changed greatly, and a divine ring covered his body. Every inch of his body was sparkling, and even his hair was dyed with a golden radiance. He was like the divine child of a sun.
At this moment, he was filled with an everlasting vitality, as if he was an immortal king that had experienced endless tribulations, awakening from his slumber and returning to the present world.
This was a completely different temperament. There were two great heavenly arts within his body, and they quickly underwent a transformation, making his body incomparably terrifying. The most mysterious radiance flowed about.
There was the power of the God Race, the aura of a holy spirit, the blood energy of a Heaven Devouring Beast, and the dao marks of the Primordial Demon … on this person's body, there was actually the aura of many powerful constitutions, making others tremble.
Now, these sources were refined into one, becoming a single person. He was precisely the Light Shaking Realm!
"After all these years, I've always been looking forward to fighting against you. Who would have thought that you really would be this heaven-defying, returning again. My blood is about to boil. I hope you don't disappoint me …" The Light Shaking Realm said to himself.
"Master, you don't have time to leave right now. The Emperor Sovereign Immortal Scripture is the most important. Didn't Imperial Pass' protectors say that this is a crucial step?" His other disciple Li Qingzhou walked over, standing below the ancient dao platform and saying this.
…
In Imperial Pass, the great holy spirit, Nine Tribulations Daoist, Di Tian, Great Demon King Gu Huang, as well as a few ancient emperor bloodlines arrived. Their reactions were all different.
If one wanted to become a great emperor, one had to have a sturdy enough emperor body. Meanwhile, a body stronger than a holy body might become the ultimate test for a supreme expert with a powerful enough physique to become an emperor in this world.
Everyone was thinking that this might be the greatest test the heavens gave them, allowing the human race's most powerful holy body to revive and stop them.
There was one person who was extremely special, precisely Zhang Bairen. He always strolled through the ancient streets, not participating in anything, as if he was aloof from this world.
In the Ascension Immortal Battlefield, Ye Fan interacted with his three disciples for a few days, listening to them talk about many things related to their loved ones. His old friends were safe and sound, the Celestial Court becoming stronger by the day, making him feel extremely gratified.
On the thatched hut, a gecko fell a few days ago, breaking its tail, but now, a portion grew back, leaving Ye Fan in a daze.
In the distance, a great python coiled around a giant rock, shedding its skin, struggling free from its old skin with difficulty. Soon after, its entire body flickered with golden scales, a horn growing on its head. It was actually going to turn into a Flood Dragon, crawling into the distance, becoming even more powerful.
"Master, they are all comprehending the Emperor Sovereign Immortal Scripture, including the archaic emperor's descendant and others. Aren't you going? It is rumored that the scripture contains great mysteries!" Yang Xi said.
"I don't want to go for now. Let your master calm down a bit, think about my own path." Ye Fan sat in front of the thatched hut, watching flowers bloom and wilt, withered trees regrow, wild grasses sprout. His entire being became calm.
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