boom!

Above the sky, thunder suddenly appeared and danced with the dark clouds.

The sky roared and the earth trembled. This world was covered with dark clouds and lost its light.

Ye Chen stepped on the sea of ​​demonic blood, his head hung on the vast starry sky, swallowing the momentum of the sky, and the blood was flying in the sky.

Behind him, a piece of undelusional demon land was unearthed, and many strange phenomena appeared: corpses form mountains, blood flows into rivers, stars are disillusioned in it, the scorching sun is shattered in it, and various destructions are intertwined, subverting the universe.

"Donor, why are you?" Sakyamuni sighed, slowly walked out of Lingshan, and stood in Xutian.

His Buddha's eyes have the compassion of the Buddha and the majesty of the quasi-emperor. The people's minds are like rivers and rivers, blending infinite power and scattering all living beings in the world.

"Buddhist talks about cause and effect. My grudge against her is the cause, and it will never end... it is the result." Ye Chen stepped on the starry sky with one step, clenched the universe with one fist, and blasted through the sky.

Sakyamuni sighed again and waved his hand to slap the Buddha's seal.

boom!

The fist and the palm were fighting, and the roar suddenly started.

A halo, the point where the fist and palm collided, spread infinitely, like an invisible big hand, smoothing the world, and the surrounding mountains collapsed one after another.

Ye Chen's hand bone exploded, and the holy blood spilled over Xutian.

What he was fighting against was a true quasi-emperor, and he was not an ordinary quasi-emperor. Shakyamuni was very strong.

They are all quasi-emperors. The ancestor Fen Ji who was killed by him was not a little different from Saga.

On the other hand, Sakyamuni was still towering, like an eight thousand feet tall mountain standing in front of Lingshan, no one could shake it.

war!

Ye Chen roared and rushed with a surging evil spirit.

Even though he knows that Shakyamuni is powerful, he is still fearless. His fear of Buddha does not mean that he is really afraid of Buddha.

If he wants to kill Fengxian, he must break through the mountain of Shaka. The blood debt of his relatives must be paid back with blood.

Shaka was full of compassion, and the sea of ​​thought power under her feet surging, blocking Ye Chen's sea of ​​demonic evil spirits, and the Buddha light Bodhi tree hanging on her head, resisting Ye Chen's great starry sky.

Ye Chen swung his fist, and the ancient seal script flowed between his palms, and the chaos path was integrated, and one punch made time solidify.

Shakyamuni used the secret Buddhist technique to fight against Ye Chen, removed the power of Ye Chen's punch, raised his hand and pointed, and penetrated Ye Chen.

As a quasi-emperor, a shock flashed through the Buddha's eyes of Sakyamuni. Ye Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations.

The holy bones of the Great Holy Body are boundless and have ten times more combat power, which is enough to match him.

The war suddenly began, the sky and the earth were broken, and the world was lost.

On one side, it is an ancient holy body. It has melted the great holy bones and has the power to help the battle. It has even opened the Immortal Wheel Heavenly Burial, and it has ten times the combat power, like a god of war.

His attack was simply and domineering, without any magical weapons, only a pair of invincible golden fists. Each fist incorporated thousands of magical powers and was extremely domineering.

One side is the venerable Buddhist, a real quasi-emperor. His Buddhist Zen is profound and profound, and he masters the power of sentient beings. He is like a god, dazzling and dazzling.

Although his magical powers were soft, they were powerful, and they cracked Ye Chen's holy body more than once.

The battle fluctuations were too great, and the audience retreated again and again. Looking at the world from afar, all of them were shocked, "It turned out to be equal to the Master Sakyamuni."

"The Holy Bone of the Great Endeavor is not a joke."

"The ten times the combat power of the Immortal Wheel Tianzang is not a flaw in his reputation." The older monks sighed.

"If this is really a great holy body, there is no need to open the sky to bury it. One hand is enough to hang Sakyamuni." A vulgar old man held his hands and squatted down on Xutian.

"Eh?" The monks from all directions turned their heads, glanced at the vulgar old man up and down, and then hurriedly saluted. The Great Saint level was no exception, with a respectful expression.

Isn’t this vulgar old man the quasi-emperor who was fishing before? He also came to watch the show.

Seeing that the Holy Body Ye Chen and Shaka were equal in size, even though his quasi-emperor's state of mind was shocked.

Once again, he was extremely glad that day he didn't care about Zhiyang. If he had fought with Ye Chen, he wouldn't be the same.

"But if the power of the Holy Bone is one point less, the holy body will be defeated sooner or later." The old man sighed.

"What the senior said is very true." A great sage nodded in agreement, "There are also the Extreme Emperor's Soldiers in Lingshan."

"The princess of the Phoenix Clan, this trick is really high." The old quasi-emperor raised his head and glanced at the Phoenix Immortal on the top of the mountain.

Fengxian stood on the top of the mountain and was watching the game. She played very similarly, with her eyes full of compassion and unbearable.

At first glance, she really thought that he was a devout believer in Buddhism, who was compassionate to all living beings and sincerely converted.

"You are far from fighting with me." Her eyes always flashed with cunning eyes.

At this moment, even if she had to admire her plan, she led Ye Chen to fight with Lingshan. This plan was indeed wonderful and might even be able to destroy the enemy.

She just needs to wait and wait until her Phoenix tribe returns from her ancestral land, and she can take off her disguise veil and be blessed by her family.

During this time, whenever Ye Chen was bleeding in the void, she was so excited that she wanted to go crazy and wanted to laugh unscrupulously, but in order to disguise, she had to cover up.

"What are the fairy laughing at?" Maybe she was so fascinated by the sight that Fengxian had never noticed someone coming behind her.

That was the Western Lord, who also went up to the top of the mountain, and the Buddha's eyes were quiet.

"I only have compassion, so there is no laughter." Fengxian sighed, "It's all my fault!"

"The princess of the Phoenix Clan really made me look at me with admiration today." Xi Zun said lightly, with a calm expression.

"It was the Buddha's profound and profoundness that influenced me." Fengxian performed a Buddhist ritual, and it became more and more similar.

puff!

While the two were talking, Ye Chen once again bleed on the brink of the Xutian, and his holy body was crushed by the Buddha Seal of Mitian and burst into blood.

The power of the Holy Bone is even weaker, and Shaka is too strong.

"Get back!" The gentleman of Sakyamuni was full of compassion, like a big Buddha, with golden light shining everywhere and dazzling.

"I would rather die than retreat." Ye Chen roared, his eyes turned red, bathed in holy blood, and he rushed over again.

"Ye Chen." In the dark, there seemed to be someone calling, hysterical, with grief and sorrow.

It was Ji Ningshuang, who was in the Forgetful River. She seemed to be able to clearly see the picture here from thousands of miles away.

Her eyes were filled with tears, blurring her gaze.

Ye Chen can't tell you the vicissitudes of life. He is in the Xuanhuang Western Desert, and she is in the forbidden area, Wangchuan, but she is not allowed to see her.

Over the past two hundred years, no matter how many miles apart, it cannot cover her eyes. The old back is imprinted in her soul.

"Are all the Holy Body lineages so strong?" A sigh sounded, and Meng Po appeared.

"Mother-in-law, please save him." Ji Ningshuang looked at Meng Po hopefully, with tears in her eyes. She didn't want Ye Chen to die, nor did she want the child to have a father.

"I can't get out of here." Meng Po shook her head helplessly.

"Then let me out." Ji Ningshuang begged.

"There is no power to redeem your old body." Meng Po shook her head again, and her eyes were on Ji Ningshuang's bulging lower abdomen. "The son of the heavenly punishment needs to wait for the heavenly king to return."

Ji Ningshuang looked in pain and covered her lower abdomen and whispered.

"Whether for you or for the children, my old body will seal you." Meng Po raised her hand, and an ancient magic array appeared in the palm of her palm, which was printed on Ji Ningshuang's eyebrows.

"No...no...no..." Ji Ningshuang's face was covered in tears.

However, no matter how she whispers or how she begs, it is difficult to stop the ban, and the soul is being dragged into a deep sleep.

As she was sealed, her dim eyes looked towards Lingshan again, hoping to touch his face and brush away his old age and fatigue.

The ban spread, and she finally fell down, closed her eyes tremblingly, and slowly sank into the bottom of the Forgetful River.

When I wake up this letter, I don’t know when it will be. When I wake up again, I don’t know if Ye Chen is still there in this world.

ps: Chapter 2. There is a delay in the author's background, and the update chapters cannot be refreshed.
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