Chapter 1686 Vow to be successful

Miaoyi fell into the underworld and used her wishes to memorize me, saying... I met in the next life.

Ye Fan walked alone in the universe, looking up at the endless starry sky, and felt very sad. He needed strength, but how could he break into the underworld if he didn't let him fight with the Supreme?

The pagoda has been broken several layers, and it has been stained with dust for five hundred years. The dust still has old memories. The former Ayu Lake in the Desert can no longer be seen, nor can it see the beautiful shadow.

Ye Fan landed on the earth, walking step by step, trying hard to find. The two of them walked around the lake and listened to the sound of the bells of the ancient temple, and it still seemed to be in front of them.

There was only rubble in front of me. The bell had been broken for hundreds of years. The rust half-covered in the mud. Lake Ayu has dried up and turned into a Gobi desert, with only sand and gravel.

The once peerless charm and the white figure as white as a lotus are no longer in the world, everything has become the past.

Only the wind is still there, blowing the broken sutras, making a rustling sound, the broken sutra barrel rotates, and the chaotic sounds are ding dong, which lives up to the Buddhist Zen singing.

I still remember that at that dusk with sunset full of sunset and sunset dyed red in the sacred temple, they said goodbye, and he walked towards his own path, and she said goodbye with a smile, but her bright smile, but crystal tears fell.

Ah……

Ye Fan stood on the shore of Ayu Lake in the Western Desert, roaring to the sky, his hair was messy, like dragons and snakes flying, blooming with the most powerful aura.

Here, sand and stones fly, sand and dust are like waves, slamming the shore and cracking the plateau, like a flood peak sweeping into the distance, alarming the entire vast land.

A sad laughter, this is a helpless look back.

At the bottom of the dry lake, one spring after another was cracked, and the water was gurgling, clear and crystal clear. After two days and two nights, Ayu Lake filled it. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a teardrop.

The dust in Ahan Temple was gone, the rubble was dull and scattered, and it was still scattered there, with broken walls and ruins that had not changed, and Ye Fan did not want to rebuild them.

Miracle Ah!

The water of Ayu Lake reappears, and God has appeared!

On the plateau, many herders ran and told each other, gathering towards Ayu Lake together, and many people cried with joy.

The land here used to be fertile and there was no shortage of fish and rice, but since the dark and turmoil, the spiritual veins here have broken down and the plateau is deserted.

Ayu Lake reappears, and God has given us again.This is the shining pearl of our plateau, and our most precious holy lake will bring us prosperity!

Many people cheered, and many old people burst into tears with excitement. They kowtowed step by step and came here like pilgrimage. Many people followed suit and prayed by the lake.

Hey, that person... is so similar, just like the person in the painting, he is the god of that year!

Suddenly, a twilight old man showed a look of surprise in his turbid eyes, trembling, and walked forward and saw Ye Fan.

By the lake, Ye Fan stood quietly, in his own world, looking at Ayu Lake and thinking about the little things in the past.

Are you a god back then?The old man's voice trembled.

Ye Fan turned around, saw them, sighed softly, and said nothing.

It's him...the person in the painting!

Our ancestors once saw him, and he and a female Bodhisattva walked here, once shed divine light and helped many people.

Yes, that female Bodhisattva once practiced here and saved many people, and many of them had portraits of her at home.

Their ancestors lived here. The ancestors once said that there was a female Bodhisattva practicing here, which was very kind to the people on the entire plateau, and treated seriously ill patients, bathed the newborn babies with divine light, helped the herdsmen to open up fertile pastures, and attracted rivers to irrigate the wilderness.

Someone once saw this female Bodhisattva walking with Ye Fan. The two of them looked like a pair of fairy couples, leaving a deep impression on the herdsmen's ancestors.

Is the female Bodhisattva still here?An old man pushed away his grandchild's support, knelt down to thank him and asked.

Ye Fan felt very uncomfortable, but now he is the only one left. How can he respond?

He raised his hand and poured a rain of light, covering everyone, making the tillage of old people feel energetic, allowing middle-aged people to get rid of all diseases, and making children feel energetic and healthier.

It was the god Ah of the past, and he was with the female Bodhisattva. Can you tell us where the female Bodhisattva went? We have always worshipped her portrait and are grateful for it for generations.

Behind, a herder asked loudly with courage.

Ye Fan was silent, his hands slowly slashed, the ground rumbled, and the entire plateau was shaking.

Now that his source technique has reached its peak, he can change the world and quickly continue the underground dragon vein, and the spiritual energy is gushing.

Then he soared into the air and pointed like a knife, plowing out rivers on the earth. Soon after, the water flowed along the road, allowing the barren land to be moisturized and revitalized.

The immortal has appeared, thank God for his gift!

When many herders saw this scene, they knelt down like a tsunami.

It’s not that God has eyes, nor that heaven and earth have sentiments, so don’t worship me. This is what the female Bodhisattva in your heart once did. I think she would do this if she is still alive.If you want to sacrifice, if you want to worship, please respect her and remember her name An Miaoyi!

In the sky, Ye Fan's figure faded away.

In the era when Mount Sumeru was divided into pieces, the collapse of Daleiyin Temple, the decline of Buddhism, and the lack of faith, sentient beings on the Ayu Plateau have always been obsessed with this female Bodhisattva, which shows how deeply it has been in the hearts of the people.

Since this day, the collapsed ancient Ahan Temple has been rebuilt and broken walls. The ancient temple has been built and once again dyed with sacred brilliance in the sunset. The rubble was washed by the herdsmen and covered with it, and it is still the original ancient material.

The temple worships not the ancient Buddhas of the heavens, but only one woman, that is An Miaoyi. People pray every day, and the incense is getting more and more popular, and the original clay statues began to have vitality and luster.

Ye Fan went to Lantu Temple again, but unfortunately he could not find anything anymore. No trace of it, he climbed Mount Sumeru, and now it is no longer grand and a little deserted.

Although many strong people and preachers came from the ancient Amitabha star field, they cannot be compared with the grand atmosphere of the first holy land of Buddhism in the past.

Bodhi is connected to the sky, and it is everywhere in the mountains.

Ye Fan walked aimlessly, leaving footprints on Mount Sumeru alone, and then he walked eastward, crossed Zhongzhou, and headed to the Eastern Wilderness to find the traces of the past.

Unfortunately, everything is like a dream, a bubble, a dream, and a lightning, and is buried in the past.

Miaoyi is gone... Ye Fan walks alone in the mountains and rivers, appearing in the wilderness, like a lonely wolf, set off by the bloody setting sun.

He wants to become stronger, he wants to reach the step of fighting the supreme. Looking back on the five hundred years, the little things that have happened in the past have moved his mind and boiled, and his blood gradually flowed.

Underworld, I want to enter!

Accompanied by a long roar, the mountains and valleys were roaring, and a comet spread across the sky, showing traces in many places this day.

When he found the ruins of the Northern Region Divine City and paid tribute to him here, it caused a sensation. Some people recognized him, and the news spread across the eastern wasteland like a hurricane.

The holy body that had disappeared for many years is back!

Tian Ah, he is here. Now the peerless master, killing six or seven ancient princes, who will compete for power?

The earth in the East Wilderness was shaking, and countless powerful people rushed over, especially many late monks and young strong people who have risen in recent decades were extremely excited.

Senior, is it really you?

Senior Ye, please accept me as your disciple!

A group of people surrounded him, some of them excitedly worshipped him, and some of them knelt down, wanting to become his disciples.

Hundreds of years have passed, and Ye Fan’s former rival has either been destroyed or has been beaten up by his disciples. His fame is naturally admired by many people.

The achievements of the battle more than 300 years ago cannot be erased. He was martyred with his own life, blood splattered in the starry sky, and died for hundreds of years. His miraculous return naturally became a legend.

Ye Fan looked at these tender faces and thought a lot. He was so full of vitality and ambition to swallow mountains and rivers. Now he found that all his pursuits have gradually changed.

It has only been five hundred years since the road of cultivation, and his life has irreparable regrets. It is conceivable that those emperors who have never died in battle and are lonely until old have faced something, and they feel desolate when they think about it.

Ye Fan helped those young men who were still a little immature, silently walked through the crowd and headed towards the distance. How could he feel like he would accept disciples?

Some old friends outside the crowd saw him. Holy places such as Wanchu and Dayan collapsed in the dark era, and only a few people survived. Ye Fan looked extremely complicated when he saw him.

A middle-aged man with white hair as snow and a look of appearance was a silence. He was the Saint Son of Wanchu who was later elected. Although he succeeded to the throne as the Saint Lord, they eventually fell and retired to the world.

Looking at Ye Fan, who was as famous as himself in the past, but now he has long been famous in the entire universe, he could only smile bitterly. Time is so ruthless, and too much has been buried.

One of the women had clear eyes and looked quietly, as calm as before. Ye Fan felt something. Looking back, he nodded. He recognized that he was a saint who had met several times and had a good impression.

Brother Ye, we can only watch from afar. The great success of the holy body mentioned back then will be invincible in the world and will be true.Next to the road, another man with black hair in Shenwu said.

He was the later sage master of the Dayan Holy Land. As time became stronger, he found that he could no longer keep up with the footsteps of the man in the past and was left far behind.

Ye Fan turned around, nodded and completely disappeared from this place.

The wind clan was not destroyed, and a nine-Huáng chariot parked in the distance. Someone inside looked at it and sighed helplessly. Now Ye Fan is a person who makes the ancient emperor's bloodline a headache, and there are few people who can compare to it.

Of course, there are many ancient tribes in Beidou. Many people came to watch them. They were all in a complicated mood. When facing Ye Fan, they had no choice but to bow their heads and give way.

Ye Fan appeared, shaking the Beidou. Many familiar and strange people came to see him, including some people who had never been destroyed in the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as the monks and the lords from the Tian Yao Palace, Yao Chi and other places.

He did not stop, but went away alone and went deep into the wilderness. Three words echoed in his ears: I will be born in the next...

His heart was as if his sword was shattered. Others thought that his cultivation speed was already fast enough, but he felt that it was not enough and he could not sweep across the six worlds. There was still a supreme enemy in this world!

He began to rush to the gate, and the blood in his body boiled, observing the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, following the nature, entering his eyes, heart and spirit, reading the Emperor's Sutras of the Past, one by one, one by one, like an ancient emperor, surrounding him.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged, the Sun, Moon, Mountain and River Master, and the Emperor's Sutra was his companion. He wanted to soar up to the sky and face all the enemies in the world!