Mysterious Taixu God Emperor

Ye Fan was slightly shocked. Now that he has practiced two ancient scriptures, could there be other obstacles?

"An ancient scripture is the comprehension and creation of a great emperor in his life. How can multiple ancient scriptures be integrated? Great emperors are different from different worlds and do not coexist.

Ye Fan was enlightened.

"I pass on the Taixu Sutra created by you and me. The Dao is big and quiet. It is a universe, inclusive of all things, and everything."

Lin Wudao raised his hand and pointed, and a ray of light entered Ye Fan's eyebrows.

Chapter Nineteen sits!

Ye Fan sat cross-legged and digested the scriptures that had not entered his mind. The more he realized it, the more mysterious he felt. Obviously, Lin Wudao was not a great emperor, but he was able to create such mysterious scriptures. To a certain extent, it is not inferior to any ancient scriptures of the Great Emperor!

This ancient scripture seems to be shaping a universe.

Heaven and earth are nothing but too empty a thing, it is really mysterious!

Ye Fan suddenly had an urge to get out of his own way. In his realm, it is really not easy to have such an urge.

The two ancient scriptures run faster, and this Taixu scripture is not divided into various secret realm volumes, but one scripture can be practiced until the end.

So mysterious.

Ye Fan once again glanced at Lin Wudao with admiration. His master was truly a peerless person.

The moonlight is like water, falling from the darkness of the night, wisps and strands of cold light. It was originally a lonely and empty night, but the city of God was full of lights.

All the heroes gathered, and all kinds of luxurious and domineering jade chariots stood in the sky.

Ye Fan stood in the void, in a place where everyone was watching.

The golden qi and blood all over his body are like dragons, lingering around, echoing the dragon-turning pond where the golden light is falling.

Countless people were shocked. This Holy Body, which has not yet broken through the fourth-level secret realm, has such a terrifying blood energy.

In an instant, countless murderous auras rushed towards Ye Fan, but he was not afraid at all.

With a super boss like Lin Wudao behind him, this group of people are just ants.

The God King in White said that the current Lin Wudao is invincible in this world, and even in his heyday, I am afraid he is not his enemy.

This made him sigh at Lin Wudao's horror, but also at ease, this time, he can break through with peace of mind.

The tens of millions of kilograms of Yuan donated by Jiang Taixu were thrown into the Dragon Transformation Pond. Tens of thousands of golden angry dragons rose up into the sky, Yuantian Jingqi rose up into the sky, thousands of auspicious colors, and the rays of the sun were shining brightly, making people feel dazzling.

Countless people are jealous of this kind of wealth.

At this time, a figure appeared silently beside Ye Fan.

With a wave of his hand, Ruixia swallowed, and countless sources rolled down from his hand.

Countless people were shocked.

This middle-aged man with black hair danced wildly, looked handsome and determined, and the stars in his eyes were disillusioned, as if his soul would be destroyed just by looking at him.

Moreover, the number of sources he constantly wielded reached a terrifying level.

I am afraid it is not less than the tens of thousands of catties donated by Jiang Taixu.

Who is this?To be so wealthy and rich.

This is the source of thousands of pounds!

Isn't it some cabbage and radish, just throw it away when you raise your hand?

Lin Wudao has been in the holy sky for thousands of years, and he has countless collections, not to mention the Taixu Holy Land, a super holy place that has stood in the holy sky for thousands of years. His mines can be said to be endless.

And this Ye Fan is his apprentice, not to mention that his source is no longer useful to him, and should be used to cultivate the next generation.

Therefore, there is no concern, until the essence in the Dragon Transformation Pond is filled to a shocking level.

At this moment, the Dragon Transformation Pond seems to have thousands of dragons rising up into the sky, the golden light is dazzling, lingering around the surroundings, with thousands of auspicious colors, and the paths are shining.

"Thank you for the gift from Master!" Ye Fan shouted, bowing respectfully to Lin Wudao in front of him.

This middle-aged man turned out to be the Master of the Holy Body?

Countless people were in an uproar, the Holy Body, there is actually a master?What kind of boss is this, who dares to accept the ancient sacred body as a disciple, isn't he afraid of accepting a big waste?

But looking at that middle-aged man with a lot of money and wealth, he didn't blink at all, he probably wanted to cultivate a holy body that would break the curse.

Countless Holy Bishops frowned slightly, looking at the middle-aged man standing above everyone in the sky.

They found that they couldn't see through this middle-aged man at all. This middle-aged man was like a vast ocean, and what made them even more uncomfortable was that this middle-aged man was standing there.

It was as if a heavy mountain was pressing on top of their heads, making them breathless.

This is definitely a terrifying powerhouse, otherwise he would not dare to make such a big gamble that ordinary holy places are unwilling to make, a holy body that breaks the curse!Who knows, even if the curse of the four poles is broken, the terrifying consumption of the future cultivation road will be.

"I also ask Master to sit in charge." Ye Fan shouted again, with great respect.

Lin Wudao nodded, turned around, and glanced at him. In an instant, his eyes seemed to penetrate nine heavens and ten places, shattering the shackles of eternity, and countless people were shocked.

Everyone felt as if they were locked by an extremely terrifying qi machine. As long as they acted rashly, they would be instantly destroyed by a force.

Lin Wudao danced wildly with black hair, and stood with his hands behind his back, facing the sky.

No one dared to go forward.