The green copper lamp flickered, and the flame was clear and bright. There was actually a tiny An Miaoyi sitting cross-legged in the middle of the flame, chanting sutras in a dignified and sacred manner.
The expression of the true body, An Miaoyi, was indifferent. Her white clothes fluttered lightly in the wind, causing her to seem lofty and faintly discernible, as if she was about to ascend to the heavens and ascend to immortality, otherworldly.
She seemed to have changed into a different person. She seemed even more illusory and difficult to get close to. Her gentle smile carried a trace of distance.
Ye Fan gazed at the figure sitting in the bronze lamp. Only then did he feel a sense of familiarity. He said softly, "Miao Yi."
"Go." Inside the green lamp, that familiar and intimate smile didn't change in the slightest as it waved at him.
"Goodbye, until we meet again." The true body An Miaoyi also spoke. Then, she turned around, leaving just like that, graceful like an immortal, flying through the air, heading in the direction of Orchid Tuo Temple.
Ye Fan was lost in thought and did not move for a long time.
At dawn, a ray of multicolored light shone down. Only then did he rise and leave. Every day in the Western Desert, he could sense the mysterious power of Psyche. He wanted to observe Mount Meru from a distance, and had no intention of leaving immediately.
There were a few ancient lands in the Western Desert. The Xuankong Temple, Lantuo Temple, and Shenxia Temple were all extremely famous. They possessed the highest secret techniques of Buddhism and were revered in the world.
Ye Fan walked on foot, passing by the Lantuo Temple and heading towards the center of this land. He sensed the atmosphere of the Buddhist Land and looked at the divine light of faith. He was comprehending in his heart.
A day later, Ye Fan passed by a dilapidated palace hall. This place had been reduced to ruins and scorched.
"Why would someone destroy a temple in West Earth?" He was a little surprised. This small temple wasn't big, and it didn't take up much space. After scattering the ashes, a dozen or so corpses were revealed.
"Qing Ling Temple, isn't this the place where Miao Yi once cultivated?" Ye Fan couldn't help but frown. This small temple had been destroyed less than half a month ago.
An Miaoyi had set out from the Ahant Temple and traveled all over the Western Desert. She had cultivated in many ancient temples, and only stopped when she entered the Lan Tuo Temple. This was only one of them. An Miaoyi had mentioned it before.
"Reverse the flow and trace back to the source, Ancient Reversion Technique!"
Ye Fan released a light shout. His eyes were brilliant and his forehead was sparkling like a mirror, illuminating the broken walls.
This was a mysterious technique he had cultivated on Earth. He had once obtained an incomplete Veda Sutra in the ancient Taoist field. He had comprehended the profound principles and obtained this mysterious technique which could allow the scenes of the past to reappear.
Ye Fan's frontal bone shone, illuminating the rubble and scattering over the corpses. He traced back the events that happened more than ten days ago. Moments later, his body trembled!
"Wang Teng!"
His eyes lit up and became as sharp as a knife. It was actually Wang Teng who did it. Needless to say, he knew what this person wanted to do. In order to take revenge on him, this person would do anything.
"He knew that I had returned and understood that he wasn't my opponent. He wanted to make a move against An Miaoyi and annihilate the entire temple."
Ye Fan was as fast as lightning, he quickly gave chase and arrived at the small temple An Miaoyi mentioned. This ancient temple was safe and sound, it had not suffered any calamity.
"It must be the people from the first temple who discovered his misdeeds and were silenced."
He didn't dare tarry and directly headed for Lantuo Temple. He secretly learned that An Miaoyi had returned and was unharmed.
"Wang Teng, it's time to settle things."
Ye Fan hid in the sacred mountain and paid attention to everything here. He believed that Wang Teng would definitely appear and that it was only a matter of time.
Several days later, An Miaoyi went out and headed for Shenxia Temple to comprehend a type of buddhist law.
Ye Fan didn't show himself and used the Celestial Court's secret killing technique to hide in the void. He followed along the way because he felt that Wang Teng should appear soon.
Sure enough, after traveling for several thousand li, a golden ancient war chariot rumbled over and emitted soaring radiance. It was accompanied by a True Dragon, an Immortal Phoenix, a White Tiger, and a Black Tortoise.
This ancient war chariot was entirely golden and emitted boundless radiance. It stood on top of it like a celestial emperor inspecting the mortal world.
Wang Teng's black hair hung loosely behind him. He was tall and sturdy, and there was a type of coldness in his eyes. He held a golden holy sword in his hand and cut off the path ahead. The sword edge spat out divine radiance several hundred zhang long as it swept towards An Miaoyi.
"Chi!"
A green lamp appeared and hung on An Miaoyi's shoulder. It emitted a gentle radiance and propped up a layer of light screen to protect her body.
"You are … Wang Teng. Who would've thought that the magnificent North Deity would actually fall to such a state. Did you come to take action against me because you felt that you had no hope of killing Ye Fan in this lifetime?" An Miaoyi said softly.
To the top heavenly pride of the human race's younger generation, doing things like this was undoubtedly abandoning oneself and losing the heart to prove one's dao.
"Haha … hahaha …" Wang Teng laughed loudly and his hair fluttered in the wind. There was anger and killing intent in his eyes. It was cold and sinister, and his pupils were like two deep pools.
"What a pity. The former North Deity has already become like this. It really makes one sigh with sorrow. The top young hero has finally fallen and is unable to recover after this setback. He no longer has his unrivalled glory," An Miaoyi said softly.
"Yes, I've lost again. In the battle of the Eastern Barren, a mysterious person shocked the world and forced me to retreat with a single spear strike. I know he is Ye Fan, and I am not his match." Wang Teng's expression was cold as he said, "He led tens of thousands of cavalries to annihilate my Wang Clan of the Northern Plains. I will take revenge for this hatred no matter what in this lifetime. If I can't kill him, then I will start with his woman and make him suffer for the rest of his life!"
Wang Teng spoke in a sinister tone. His eyes were filled with hatred and were close to insanity. The hand that was holding onto the golden saint sword was trembling slightly, and half of his body was convulsing.
"You only see the destruction of the Wang Clan. Why didn't you mention your domineering actions back then? If it wasn't for the fact that you went to annihilate the Southern Mountains Barbarian Race and colluded with the ancient race to exterminate Ye Fan and his friends, how could things have turned out like this? Buddhism talks about karma, and everything is already destined," An Miaoyi said.
"What karma? What heavenly dao? To me, they are all unimportant. I want you to die, and I want Ye Fan to suffer for the rest of his life. I can't kill him, so I will torture him mentally and make him unable to live in peace for the rest of his life!"
Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot and had turned scarlet. His murderous aura was boundless, and the golden ancient chariot was enveloped in a bloody mist.
An Miaoyi shook her head. The North Thearch was no longer as stunning as he was in the past. His mental state had fallen, and he was truly unable to recover from this setback. No matter how high his cultivation was, it was impossible for him to corroborate his dao.
"Kill!"
Wang Teng made his move and fought against An Miaoyi. The golden saint sword in his hand slashed down, and the ancient chariot rumbled, crushing everything in its way. The mountain peaks and ancient veins were all turned into powder. His battle intent soared into the clouds, and his demonic qi was boundless.
An Miaoyi made her move and used buddhist arts to neutralize his attacks. She continued to fight against him.
"An Miaoyi, you can't escape today. I will send your head to the Eastern Barren. I will listen to his mournful cries and watch as his anger attacks his heart. I will make him grieved and unable to reverse the situation!
"You won't be the last. In the future, I will hunt down everyone related to him. I will kill them one by one, and your skulls will become my collection!"
"Ye Fan, I will make you grieve. I look forward to your heartbroken expression, hahaha …" Wang Teng seemed to have gone mad. He was crying and laughing at the same time. His attacks were like a torrential storm, and his sword qi was ever-changing.
"Boom!"
All of a sudden, a golden fist shattered the vacuum and appeared. It blasted Wang Teng and his ancient chariot away, causing him to cough out large mouthfuls of blood.
Ye Fan walked out from the void step by step with a black spear in his hand. His entire body didn't emit any powerful aura, but it still caused Wang Teng's expression to change.
"You … it's you! You were waiting for me here!"
"I have formed karma with you here!" Ye Fan pressed forward. Right now, he could be said to be invincible among those of the same generation. He could look down on the eight desolaces and even killed a Heavenly Prince, let alone a mere Wang Teng.
It was just as Ye Tong had said. Apart from the imperial princes, his greatest enemies were in the starry sky. There were almost no other people of the same generation who could be his match on this ancient star.
"Miaoyi, leave. I will take his head and end everything," Ye Fan said.
An Miaoyi retreated and gave up the battlefield. She believed that even if a few Wang Teng came together, they still wouldn't be a match for Ye Fan. His dao heart had already been shattered, so what else could be left?
"Wang Teng, I will kill you all within thirty moves. Show me all your abilities," Ye Fan said. He was invincible in his heart, and the aura he emitted was the same.
"You are too arrogant!" Wang Teng's eyes were bloodshot like two blood-colored cold ponds. He was once known as the North Deity and had never been looked down upon like this.
His hatred for Ye Fan was as vast and boundless as the waves of the East Sea. The first defeat, the first shattering of his body, and the first pain and humiliation all originated from Ye Fan. It was engraved in his bones and his hatred was hard to dispel.
"Ah …" Wang Teng went crazy. He cleaved down with the golden battle sword in his hand. Many illusory figures flew out from the ancient golden chariot — true dragons, immortal phoenixes, and others — to destroy the enemy together.
"Weng!"
Facing these dao marks, Ye Fan was simple and direct. He only had one attack. He held the black spear in one hand and swung it forward, sweeping everything away.
"Pfff!"
All sorts of lights, sword radiance, and immortal phoenix imprints were shattered. They couldn't stop his powerful attack at all.
"Chi!"
Ye Fan struck out with his spear. The dark golden spear was like a black dragon that rushed into the sky. It broke through the void and split the dome of heaven. Even if the ancient chariot's battle qi covered the heaven and earth, it still couldn't stop it.
"Ah …" Wang Teng screamed.
The cold spear tip blasted away the golden battle sword. The exceptional spear radiance shot over, piercing through his chest. An arm sized bloody hole appeared on his body.
"You have fear in your heart. You are even more unbearable than I imagined. I will take your life in ten moves!" Ye Fan pointed the black spear at the space between his brows.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! After my hundred defeats, I will become a demonic core! Revive for me! I will become unmatched under the heavens!"
Wang Teng screamed crazily. His expression warped, and demonic patterns appeared on his face one after another. A streak of dark light even more so rushed out from the crown of his head. It was incomparably terrifying.
At this moment, he turned into a demonic core. Streaks of black patterns appeared on his forehead. It was as if an ancient great demon king had been reborn, becoming many times more powerful!
"What kind of inheritance did you obtain from Ji Family's ancestral palace back then? I fear that it didn't belong to the Void Great Emperor, right?" Ye Fan asked.
"Haha … hahaha, to think that I, Wang Teng, first obtained the Ancient Chaos Great Emperor's inheritance, and then I obtained the Undying Mountain's ancient emperor's secret method. I obtained the favor of the heavens and obtained a world-defying great opportunity. In this life, I am destined to be unmatched. None of you can stop my path!"
He truly went mad. His eyes were blood-red as he screamed and roared. He fiercely attacked Ye Fan.
"Ancient Chaos Inheritance, Eternal Banishment!"
The void was torn apart. He wanted to strike Ye Fan into a boundless dimensional space and forever bury him in an unknown time-space.
"Back then, you couldn't even defeat me with this technique. What use is it now?!" Ye Fan seemed to be standing in the eternal. His body was undying, and his unmatched stance was fully displayed. He traversed the void, and it was difficult for him to be banished.
"Pu!"
His spear stabbed forward. Blood splashed out. Wang Teng's evasion was a bit slow, and an arm turned into a bloody paste as it flew out.
Now, Ye Fan had an unrivaled stance. After facing him, every strike was majestic, and every move was able to suppress him.
"I am not willing to accept this. I was born with the great fate of heaven and earth. What right do you have to fight against me? I have the nine secrets and two Great Emperor's ancient scriptures. I must kill you!" He went mad. The devil pattern on his forehead became even thicker as he attacked.
Ye Fan's heart trembled. He finally knew why Wang Teng couldn't recover after a setback. To be exact, he knew why Wang Teng could be revived. This was no longer completely him. There was something living in his body, and the so-called devil fetus was definitely not Wang Teng.
North Thearch's devil transformation caused him to be unable to control himself. This should be … another strand of qi activity occupying his body and causing havoc.
A chill surged up in Ye Fan's heart. He couldn't let this person go and had to kill him completely. He shouted, "Devil Fetus Beheaded!"
The two fought intensely. Ye Fan released his unrivaled battle intent. After the seventh exchange, he sent the golden ancient chariot flying with a punch. The sharp spear swept across, and Wang Teng's blood-stained head flew diagonally.
Pfff!
Ye Fan caught up and pierced the head with his spear, pinning him to the dark golden spear tip. Streaks of blood flowed down.
"Tell me all your secrets!"
"Haha … I am Wang Teng. No, I am the imprint left behind by the unrivaled emperor of Undying Mountain. You can't kill me, hahaha …"
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