Hearing this, Ye Chen was stunned again, and hurriedly closed his eyes from that side, and muttered in his heart, "If she had known Bei Sheng was a woman?" could she recognize me? She knew that I had robbed Bei Sheng?"

This surprised him. No one here knew that Bei Sheng was a woman, and no one knew that he robbed Bei Sheng, and no one could recognize him, but she seemed to know everything.

Two or three seconds later, he turned to see Ji Ningshuang again. She had already sat down and spread the wordless heavenly book on her knees. She was very diligent in reading the book, making her a nerd.

He was sure that even after three years, she still hadn't lifted the memory ban, because the real Ji Ningshuang would never blink at him or smile at him like that.

"The past is too hard, it's great to be your Yaochi." Ye Chen closed his eyes again, turned slowly, disappeared from the top of the mountain, and ignored the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint.

Xiao Jiuxian was so excited about it, but when he looked back, Ye Chen disappeared: Where is the person?

Ye Chen went deeper again, and there were still many people in the deeper place. Not everyone was watching the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint. Some old guys had gone deeper into the ruins to seek opportunities.

Late at night, the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saint ended, with the strength of the battle, and there was no victory or defeat.

The ruins became much calmer. After watching a great battle, the monks dispersed without any intention and continued to wander around the ruins. Many people sought opportunities and many died.

In the sky, Ye Chen stepped across the sea and found a temple in the depths of the sea.

The temple is broken and very ancient, covered with dust from time to time, weeds can be seen everywhere, and the Buddha statues standing in it are made of many spider webs, and they are still filled with compassion and compassion.

Ye Chen walked all the way and came to the courtyard behind the temple. He saw a man chanting scriptures and meditating under an ancient tree. After a closer look, wasn’t he the Western Lord of Xuanhuang?

The Western Lord is the Buddha, who is truly like an old monk sitting cross-legged. His body is full of Buddha light, and there is a halo of Buddha light behind his head. Even the rosary in his hand is shining with luster, and each one is filled with Zen.

He is the venerable of the Xuanhuang Western Desert, as famous as the Southern Emperor and the Northern Saints. He is carrying the Buddha's heritage, which makes people unable to see through it. He only knows that the Buddhist scriptures recited in his mouth have blended too many supreme Buddhist teachings.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes moved from Xizun to the ancient tree behind Xizun.

The tree is very extraordinary, simple and natural, lush, with leaves not dusty. It falls one or two pieces from time to time with the wind. As it falls, it turns into rays of Buddha's light until it is invisible.

"Bodhi tree." Ye Chen whispered lightly, as if he recognized the ancient tree. According to legend, the Zen Buddha attained enlightenment and became emperor under the Bodhi tree, and the Great Sun Tathagata left an immortal inheritance.

"The donor also recognizes this tree." Xi Zun opened his eyes, his eyes like a mirror, reflecting the filth.

"I've heard it." Ye Chen smiled slightly, glanced at his side, sat down on a dry well platform, and then took out the wine pot, "Xizun is as rumored, it's not simple."

"The same is true for the ancient holy body." Xi Zun chuckled, picked up a fallen leaf, turned into the Buddha's light, and merged into the Bodhi tree. The entire Bodhi tree was stained with the Buddha's Tao.

Ye Chen hadn't spoken, but his eyes narrowed slightly without even checking. He was surprised that Xi Zun could actually break his identity. Moreover, looking at his indifferent expression, it seemed that he had known that he would be an ancient holy body.

Xi Zun still smiled faintly, with his mirror-like eyes quietly looking at Ye Chen, and their eyes were intertwined.

The ruined temple fell into peace, and the breeze blew gently, and the fallen leaves of Bodhi slapped on Ye Chen and Xi Zun's shoulders. Both of them were motionless and looked at each other quietly.

At some point, they saw the two of them tremble slightly together. A wisp of blood spilled out of the corners of Ye Chen's mouth, and the same was true for Xi Zun. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, but it turned into Buddha's light in an instant.

Yes, the two of them were fighting with their minds before, and the outcome was that there was no distinction between victory and defeat. Xi Zun could not do anything to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen still could not defeat Xi Zun. Taoism is comparable to Buddhism.

Xi Zun stood up, held the rosary beads in his hand, and slowly left. After he left, the Bodhi tree dissipated, "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?"

"It's so good." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, giving a new definition of the power of the Western Zun. He was not weak at all at all in the Southern Emperor, the Northern Emperor and the Central Emperor, and could also stand shoulder to shoulder with the Eastern God.

As he said that, he drank his last sip of wine, turned over and jumped into the dry well. The ruined temple was not only the Bodhi tree, the Buddhist Zen object, but also other secret treasures, in the dry well.

When they had a fight against each other, they were tacit, and Ye Chen did not rob the Bodhi tree behind the Xizun, and the same was true for the Xizun. He had known that there was a treasure in the dry well, but because he realized Zen under the Bodhi tree, he had no time to care about it. Since he was fighting, both of them got one thing.

Ye Chen had fallen in the dry well, and there was no water inside it. It was a cave, only thirty feet in a radius, only a stone table, a stone chair, and an ancient stone lamp on the table.

I don’t know which era the cave was from, the vicissitudes of life were ancient, and the dust of time covered its original face and sealed everything. Only the stone lamp was still lit with a faint candlelight.

Ye Chen stepped forward, sat on the stone chair, quietly looking at the stone lamp, or more accurately, looking at its wick. It was a wisp of residual soul, which had long dissipated its mind, and only soul power was left.

Perhaps because of the age of age, the only trace of soul power that was left burned out in an instant, and the swaying candlelight disappeared, leaving only the simple and natural stone lamp.

But Ye Chen clearly heard a sad sigh at the moment when the candlelight disappeared, and saw an ancient picture: it was a young man who merged a wisp of soul into the stone lamp and lit the eternal fire. He sat there to protect him until the years made him turn white.

Ye Chen felt in a daze, and subconsciously took the stone lamp, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The stone lamp was not surprising when he looked at it from outside, but when he opened his fairy eyes, he looked at it again. The qi and blood were extremely mysterious. The stone casting the stone lamp was innately filled with mysterious power, which he had never seen before.

"Is this the legendary soul-killing lamp?" Ye Chen seemed to recognize what this lamp was.

The legend about the Jiepo Lantern is that he listened to the sword god's body. Jiepo Lantern is an ancient divine object that helps people resurrect. Inject a wisp of soul and burn the fire to nurture new spirits.

"It's indeed a treasure." Ye Chen chuckled and sealed the soul-killing lamp into his body. Compared to the Bodhi tree, this soul-killing lamp is more valuable. The legendary thing will definitely seize the creation of heaven.

The treasure had been obtained, and he turned around and left the cave, and did not forget to use the secret method to seal the cave.

He knew that there must be a sad story in this cave. Someone wanted to use the Soul-Tangling Light to revive people, but he finally waited for the years and died before the man returned.

After taking a last look at the cave, he flashed out of the dry well and stepped out of the ruined temple.

This temple is really a place of opportunity. There is a Bodhi tree and a soul-shaving lamp. Fortunately, this place of opportunity was found by him. Similarly, Xizun was also lucky.

The ancient temple was calm, but outside the temple was lively. Some people were fighting for a small tower. The battle was fluctuating a lot, shaking the sky and the world collapsed.

Besides, both sides of the battle were not ordinary people, with shoulder-held combat power and strong bloodline. The most important thing is that Ye Chen also knew them, who were the Son of the Witch Clan and the Son of the Demon Clan.

"Boy, I've been looking for you for a long time." Ye Chen cursed inwardly, holding a mace and killing him.

The witch tribe's son and the demon tribe's son were in full swing, and the battle was almost the same. Ye Chen suddenly came over. The demon tribe's son was caught off guard and was swung out with a stick.

The demon clan's god was in a miserable form. As he flew backwards, his divine body kept cracking, and the demon blood squirted out, and every strand was very dazzling. When he was about to settle his body, another mouthful of blood was spewing out.

"I'll go." The God Son of the Witch Clan was surprised and stopped immediately. He looked at Ye Chen like a monster. The body of the God Son of the Demon Clan could crack with one blow. How strong should this guy be!
Chapter completed!