Seeing Bei Sheng, Ye Chen was so excited that he immediately got up, "I drank too much wine and urinated."

"What's the hurry? Sit down and chat." Bei Sheng had a charming smile on his lips. Bei Yue's number one beauty was not reserved. She put her jade hand on Ye Chen's shoulder and pressed it back. The strength was quite strong.

"Okay... OK." Ye Chen laughed, and it looked even worse than crying. He always felt that Bei Sheng's smile was very creepy.

"I heard that when you were in the ancient ruins, you took off the Northern Saint's clothes. I wonder if it was true." As soon as Ye Chen sat down, Xiao Jiuxian came to the final blow, and then he burped naughtyly.

The little girl is really afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

Her words didn't matter. No matter who ate meat, drink, or flirted with girls, they all stopped collectively and all looked at Ye Chen with a strange look.

Even Emperor Nan and Xiao Chen were the same. They gathered on Ye Chen without exception, with a wonderful expression.

Everyone's expressions were awe, and they sighed in their hearts thousands of times. They took off the Northern Saint's clothes, and they were the gods!

"Stop making trouble, I didn't take it off." Ye Chen coughed dryly, but hugged the Qundi Sword tightly. Hold it, don't worry, and I can't guarantee that the woman will get angry.

If you want to say that this guy is indeed a god, he took the East God to the kiln. Zi, took the North Saint's clothes, tricked the Southern Emperor Xuanhuang, and snatched the treasures with the Western Lord. When he was in the ancient ruins, he cheated the Central Emperor around because of a fairy grass.

One by one, it’s enough for this guy to be the god.

Looking at Bei Sheng again, his beautiful cheeks were already red. If it weren't for Ye Chen holding the Quasi-Emperor Sword, she would have been angry. She would have dared to take off my mother's clothes and would have turned against you.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. Seeing Ye Chen's Lingche's eyes, sparks were already blooming, and he was about to eat people.

Ye Chen looked directly at Piaomiao. Anyway, I didn’t take it off. I’m not afraid of you when I fight. I have the quasi-imperial sword.

"Together." It was Xiao Jiuxian again, laughing.

"Together." The witch clan's son also ran out to make a fuss. The White Tiger Prince was also a living treasure. The two of them were about to start fighting just now, but now the two brothers were ready to go, and they were holding each other's arms and colluding with each other.

"Together." The guy from Kui Niu was not willing to be lonely. His voice was so high that he howled was domineering.

"Is it itchy on my body?" Bei Shengxiu's eyes rippled, sweeping around, with a charming smile soaked in the corner of her mouth, but no matter how she looks, it's all terrible.

"Drink...drink." The few people were cowardly and sat back. Bei Sheng was very arrogant and could not mess with this girl.

"Hey, we've been fighting together." Kui Niu said whisperingly, "I'll have a good time today, and I can use my magic power to dissolve the power of alcohol."

In a word, the atmosphere suddenly became hot. They were all evil geniuses. They fought fiercely and would not be afraid of anyone drinking. They opened their arms and started to do it directly.

Although the atmosphere was hot, it was inexplicably embarrassing.

Such as Long Jie and Qinglong, a Canglong Clan prince and a Qinglong Clan prince, are always hostile, and they are working hard as they look at each other, one after another.

As they drank, the two of them looked at the Kui Niu with red eyes. The guy was very cheap and stewed dragon meat.

They looked at Kui Niu, but the son of the Witch Clan always wanted to beat him up, but they blamed the goddess of the Spirit Clan liked Dragon Clan.

The barbarian god stared at the witch god and wanted to beat him up. There was also the ancient god goddess who always stared at the spirit god. The relationship was a bit messy and the smell of gunpowder was very strong.

On this side, Qinglong, White Tiger, and Xuanwu were also drunk, with red eyes staring at Emperor Nan, trying to beat him up.

There is no way, who made Zhuque like the Southern Emperor? Unfortunately, who made them all like Zhuque?

Ye Chen was restless when he was drinking, so Bei Sheng sat next to him, turning his head from time to time, showing him a charming smile, which made the wind chill.

The most embarrassing thing is Yanlong. He has always been popular and is very docile at this moment, just like a good boy.

Yes, who are present are not monster-level, the ancient nine tribes, the princess of the princess of the ten thousand tribes of the Southern Region, the nine immortals of the imperial family, the southern emperor, the northern saint, the ancient holy body, the thunder battle body, and the prince of the Kuiniu tribe.

It seems that after looking around, he becomes weak.

Late at night, Lingshan taught the Dharma. The Dharma continued, and the voice of Sakyamuni Buddha resounded throughout the world and echoed in the western desert.

Around the bonfire, the banquet continued, and the picture was chaotic.

Without using magic power to dissolve the power of alcohol, both the Son of God and the Princess were so dizzy that they drank.

Long Jie and Brother Qinglong have gotten along. One of them became confused and the other became idiots. They had to fight before, but now they are hooked up and have a good relationship.

"Little girl, you're not married!" The guy Kui Niu grabbed the little hand of the ancient goddess, lustful.

After the matter was over, he lay down and was stunned by the slap of the barbarian god. He was not very light or heavy in his actions.

Zhuque was also drunken, holding Emperor Nan's neck and saying charming words, which made Xuanwu and the other two even more red, and they almost took it out and beaten up by Emperor Nan.

Ye Chen is still smart. He holds the Quasi-Emperor Sword from beginning to end and dares not drink too much, for fear of being strangled to death if he is confused. Bei Sheng's smile is simply too creepy.

"I'm going to give it back to me." Bei Sheng got closer and drank high. He was the most beautiful girl in Bei Yue, and the mysterious and deserted Bei Sheng was dizzy.

"Come on, get it." Ye Chen stuffed it back directly. He had never dared to move since the day the ancient ruins.

After saying that, he consciously changed positions with Kuiniu.

If Kui Niu is miserable, he was just frightened by the barbarian god. As soon as he woke up with rubbing his big head, he was slapped in his sleep by the Northern Saint, and his strength was very strong.

What a picture this is, so many monsters, drunk, they are really fresh.

It was late at night, Xiao Chen was the first to dissolve the power of alcohol and slowly stood up. The flame dragon was also standing up together.

"See you again in the next year." Xiao Chen and Yan Long patted Ye Chen's shoulders, and then they sank into the dark night one after another.

Both of them embarked on a journey with the Jade Slips of the Immortal Light of Memory given by Ye Chen to find the reincarnated person of the Great Chu.

After they left, Long Jie and others also got up, but they did not relieve their drunkenness.

A few people went to the West and wanted to cross the mysterious starry sea and go to the starry sky to experience it. This journey will take many years.

Unlike them, Prince Xuanwu and his team went to the east and also went to the depths of the starry sky to experience. They would never come to Xuanhuang for a long time.

Emperor Nan also left staggeringly, talking all the way, not knowing what he was saying, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The families of these people have all proclaimed themselves not long ago, or returned to their ancestral land. Like Kui Niu and others, they all ran out and went to practice.

Ye Chen glanced at it and found that besides the fainting Kui Niu, there were only Xiao Jiuxian and the drunken Northern Saint.

"Ye Chen, your disciple really looks very similar to me?" Xiao Jiuxian's big eyes flashed, and his spirit was like water.

"I hope you have a sister of a fellow countryman." Ye Chen sighed, "It's a pity that you didn't."

He also left, covered himself in a black robe, put on a ghost mask, and headed straight to Lingshan, going to find Sakyamuni, and asking where the woman in the City of Tears is.

Under the moonlit night, his back was a little bleak, and the floating black robe also had the vicissitudes of life.

A banquet ended, and Xiao Jiuxian fell asleep.

Soon, the little girl jumped up again, hurriedly relieved her drunkenness and headed straight to the east.

However, Bei Sheng carried the wine jar and went to Lingshan, and seemed to follow Ye Chen intentionally or unintentionally.

The fire was extinguished, and the Kuiniu snored very heavily. When he woke up, he suddenly let out a wolf howl... Where is the person?

Lingshan is solemn and peaceful at night, and the starry light casts it with a layer of holy cloak, like a fairyland.

In the distance of Lingshan, Ye Chen stopped and looked quietly.

Lingshan talks about the Dharma. The Dharma has come to listen. All the people who come to listen to the Dharma have walked out of Lingshan, thinking about something but still not satisfied.

"The Buddhist Zen method is profound and profound." Many older generations murmured, but they had not heard enough.

"Compared to speaking, I prefer to watch the younger generation fight." A group of old people who were not tuned, with meaningful hands on their faces, and the group show was very pleasing to the eye.

"Next, go to the north, and the Holy Body will probably go to the Beiyue to cause trouble." Many people murmured in a low voice.

The people left in groups and stepped into the misty sky.

Although there are many people, no one notices Ye Chen in the dark.

Ye Chen looked quietly and saw many old acquaintances, such as the Central Emperor and the Western Zun, and the prince of the God who had been chased by him, were also quite a few.

In addition to these, he also saw Taoist Zhiyang.

The guy is still arrogant and claims to be a senior master. He is only a little short of his time and is a quasi-emperor. He is very arrogant.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. If he hadn't lived for a long time, he would have probably lost one Amaterasu to destroy that guy.

If it weren't for the Taoist Zhiyang, he would probably have killed Fengxian.

Speaking of Fengxian, he had not seen her, and had probably escaped back, preparing to ask the elders of the family to take revenge wildly.

When he left all the people, he appeared, stood at the foot of Lingshan, bowed and bowed, "I would like to see the Lord Shakyamuni."

"I don't know what the donor is looking for me." Shaka stood on the top of the mountain, and Cihe smiled, as if she had already recognized Ye Chen.

"You can tell where the woman in the City of Tears is." Ye Chen looked up and looked at Shaka hopefully.
Chapter completed!