Ye Futian stood there, bathing in the gods, he didn't understand what was going on.
In Ye Futian's perception, the tumbling blood in his body seemed to have turned into gold, where there seemed to be a golden figure, like an emperor's figure.
In his perception, this figure is very vague, he can’t see his face clearly, and he can only feel his temperament. It’s aloof and inexhaustible. That endless emperor’s light also burst out from here, bringing him down. The body is shrouded.
I saw that the image was walking in his body, getting closer and closer, as if walking into his mind, the momentum became stronger and stronger, Ye Futian wanted to see his face, but still couldn’t do it. To.
He was thinking about who it was that left an emperor's will in his body.
Is this related to his life experience
However, at this moment, he didn’t have time to think about it. The emperor-like figure seemed to be dancing, punching, palming, opening and closing. Every movement contained the imperial aura. With the movement of the figure, Ye Futian only felt himself. The blood in the body was roaring, and the soul of life was roaring, the aura of the whole person was climbing frantically, it seemed like a power that did not belong to him.
The soul of life is devouring the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth like a sacred tree. His aura is changing, and he only feels that his body is full of endless power. Every movement of the emperor's figure in his body seems to be imprinted in his mind. .
Hua Jieyu was held in Ye Futian's arms, she naturally saw Ye Futian's changes, but she was stunned at this moment when she was ready to die. At this time, the light on Ye Futian's body was too brilliant, like a real emperor on earth. Although she had never met Luo Tianzi, she must have never had such a temperament, as if he was a fateful emperor.
Suddenly she thought of Zuo Xiang’s fate for herself and Ye Futian’s questioning of Nan Doutai. At this moment, she finally understood what the empress’ fate meant, and she also understood that Zuo Xiang was asking if Ye Futian was following The laughter after Qingzhou City came back.
It turned out that this was the true meaning of her fate.
They are destined to be together.
Thinking of Hua Jieyu’s red eyes and another drop of crystal tears falling down, it turned out that her destiny did not bear her, and her beautiful eyes became more determined when she thought of this. Since the fate is like this, what else can stop them in the world? Together.
Her beloved man is the real emperor's fate, as it should be.
Xia Fan looked at everything in front of him in shock, his grinning smile was already frozen there, and the strange situation before him completely subverted his thinking.
what is this
Why did the spear pierce Ye Futian's body, not only didn't kill him, but made him so beautiful, incarnate as an emperor, bathed in the emperor's brilliance, who will tell him what is going on
What happened in front of him, don’t say he saw it, he hadn’t heard of it. This is totally unreasonable. A practitioner needs to practice one step at a time, and there is no possibility of a skyrocketing situation. Even if a strong person leaves something on Ye Futian, what is needed? Only the strong at the level can do it
He didn't know Xia Fan, he looked terrifying, and shouted at the two powerful Dharma realm in front of Ye Futian: "Kill him."
The two powers of Dharma Realm were also stunned, looking at the changes in Ye Futian's body with shocked eyes, and hearing Xia Fan's wild roar, their eyes flashed with cold killing intent, spears condensed with spiritual energy, and terrible flame palmprints at the same time. Killed towards Ye Futian's body.
However, this time, they failed to hit Ye Futian's body. At this time, the emperor's light surrounding Ye Futian's body turned into a vague figure. The emperor's figure, surrounded by the emperor's brilliance, was covered with spears and palm prints. The emperor's brilliance was blocked, and it was impossible to get close to Ye Futian's body.
At this moment, not only the expressions of the two of them changed, but the expressions of Xia Fan and the surrounding powerhouses were extremely ugly, giving birth to an ominous premonition.
Many fate souls disappeared, leaving only the fate soul of the ancient world tree. The ancient world tree swaying in the void resembled a sacred tree. The sound of clattering came out, and the sacred tree gave birth to vines, moving towards Ye Futian at an extremely fast speed. The two powerful Dharma realm behind him rolled over.
The expressions of the two changed drastically, spears and flames erupted at the same time, trying to destroy the vines, but the vines that rolled toward their bodies seemed indestructible, and instantly rolled their bodies into the air, and there was a humming sound. The branches and leaves penetrated through their bodies, and a bloody rain fell on the void.
Ye Futian slowly turned around. He raised his head and looked at Xia Fan. Those eyes looked like golden eyes, like the eyes of an emperor.
"You're not Ye Futian, who are you?" Xia Fan only felt a panic, too weird. At this moment, Ye Futian was full of imperial intent, but it didn't belong to him at all.
"What do you mean?" Ye Futian said coldly, and then the wings appeared behind him, and the brilliant wings flapped, he floated up, holding Hua Jieyu and headed towards Xia Fan.
Inside the body, the emperor-like figure is still dancing, and every movement is branded in his mind. At the same time, it stimulates the momentum around his body and makes him stronger.
Ye Futian also understands that this power does not belong to him, but at least for the moment, it belongs to him.
"Kill, kill him." Xia Fan stepped back, but ordered to the people next to him, and those people were shaking with heart, and some dared not move forward.
"Go." Xia Fan yelled, his own body retreated wildly, turned and ran away, and headed towards the battlefield behind, where there were strong men in the heavenly realm, and there might be a glimmer of life.
"Om." I saw the wings behind Ye Futian spread out. The terrifying wings seemed to be cutting the space, making a harsh, sharp sound. In an instant, Ye Futian descended in front of the strong men around him. His body did not. Any time it stays, it flashes past like a bolt of lightning, and the sound of babbles keeps on, and then the space is bursting with blood and screams.
"Uncle Master." Xia Fan seemed to have a premonition of what was going on behind him. He roared and ran forward, shouting loudly, "Help me."
I saw a powerful figure in the heavenly realm noticed the situation here, he left the battlefield and came towards Xia Fan, his body directly crossed Xia Fan and killed Ye Futian.
The figure that arrived is a junior of Xia Feng, a sword repairman in the heavenly realm. The sharp sword bursts with dazzling brilliance and stabs at Ye Futian. He does not know why Ye Futian has undergone such a transformation, but at this moment There is no time to care about the reason, only one, kill him.
"You take a rest first." Ye Futian said softly to Hua Jieyu. The vines rolled over, and Hua Jieyu's body was rolled behind him. The endless vines made a wooden bed, letting Hua Jieyu as much as possible. Can be more comfortable.
Later, Ye Futian raised his fist and smashed the sword that had been killed in front of him. This punch was not a combat skill he had practiced, but was synchronized with the movements in his mind. When he blasted this punch, it looked like It was completely natural, and the endless emperor's momentum around it blasted forward together, suddenly giving birth to a terrifying storm, directly smoothing the sword intent from the slaying.
That Jian Xiu's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't allow him to think about it. Ye Futian's body was dancing in the air, and the second punch came out. The simple and unpretentious punch was like the power of gathering heaven and earth, the meaning of the emperor, and an emperor. Shadow attached to him, blasting this punch in sync with his movements.
The power of the emperor, the common people surrender, cannot be resisted.
The sword repairer showed a look of horror, the endless force carried by the emperor's fist rolled on his body, and then there seemed to be a thunder in the world, and a strong sword repairman in the heavenly realm was directly broken to pieces, and there was no bones left. .
"No..." Xia Fan was horrified when he saw this scene, and only felt that all his thoughts were ashamed. His uncle, the sword repairman of the heavenly realm, was wiped out by Ye Futian with a fist, his body collapsed, turned into nothingness, and his body trembled. Then, there was no evil smile in his eyes, only deep fear.
However, at this time, Ye Futian felt that the emperor's will in his body seemed to have reached a peak, and the dancing body gradually gradually slowed down, as if it might end at any time.
This gave Ye Futian a hunch that the emperor's will could not last forever, and he did not have much time left.
Moreover, the emperor's will that appeared should be teaching him a set of exercises.
Thinking of this, his wings flashed again, his speed was extremely fast, he instantly joined Nan Dou Wenyin, Tang Lan and the others on the battlefield. , Crazy was harvested by Ye Futian.
Although Nan Dou Wenyin and Tang Lan were also shocked by Ye Futian's changes, they knew what to do at the moment and cooperated with Ye Futian to fight together.
I saw Ye Futian's punches and palms constantly blasting out. Every punch and every palm print contained a powerful imperial aura. The powerful men who chased and killed continued to fall, and there were many more corpses on the ground.
Within a moment, there were only two powerhouses in the realm of heaven. They turned around and wanted to escape. At this moment, Ye Futian was too powerful, and they couldn't beat it at all.
Ye Futian's figure flashed, his body whirled slightly, and then he threw a punch like lightning. The fist pierced through the void and directly exploded a person's body. The imperial intent became stronger at this moment. Looking at the last escaped body, Ye Futian blasted out a palm print in the air, and an emperor's palm print wiped out everything, chased and killed the opponent's body.
Except Xia Fan, everyone was punishable.
Nan Dou Wenyin and Tang Lan looked at Ye Futian in shock at this moment, that imperial will climbed to the extreme at this moment, and the emperor's light of hundreds of feet swayed with bright brilliance.
Ye Futian didn't pay attention to their gazes, but stepped towards Xia Fan. Xia Fan retreated a little bit, with endless fear in his eyes.
"Let me go, you want me to promise you anything." Xia Fan looked at Ye Futian and said.
With a clattering sound, the body of Xia Fan, the master of the vines, tied his hands, feet and neck to make his body horizontal in the void.
"No..." Xia Fan seemed to know what was about to happen, and roared with extreme horror. He wanted to struggle physically, but there was no way to struggle.
The vines wrapped around his body were pulled in different directions, as if they were, execution!