At the altar at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Chen buried his head and sat quietly, his messy white hair covering his old face.

He is like a stone statue, motionless, and occasionally moving, it will cause the sound of iron chain collision.

He should be the dragon soaring in the sky, but at this moment he is worse than an ant. He is to be carved into pieces by the ruthless years at the bottom of this dark Five Finger Mountain.

The Buddha's seal of the body of the mind is too strong and has infinite spiritual power to support it. Such imprisonment cannot be broken by the imperial weapon.

Unfortunately, he had no imperial weapons and could not break the ban.

Unless someone takes the imperial army and bombards Wuzhishan from outside.

However, the super sects and ancient races with the Extreme Emperor's weapons have all been praised, and the remaining three or five-story forces will not have imperial weapons of that level at all.

Even if there is, he will probably not save him at the cost of provoking Buddha. He will not have that much face.

When the wind blew, his body trembled slightly, his already listless aura was a little more depressed, and his already old form seemed to be even more old, and his death aura seemed to appear and appeared.

In an instant, his cultivation level finally fell from the quasi-saint to the imperial realm, without any warning, but was expected.

Zhou Tian's evolution is too strange. Even if he does not use this method, his cultivation will fall and his life span will decrease. It is constantly resolving his cultivation life span.

If the Zhoutian is moved again, the backlash will be accelerated, even more and more often, and it will be irresistible.

The unchanging truths and domineering secret techniques and magical powers from ancient times all have domineering backlash and are extremely fierce.

And he is a bloody example, breaking the secrets of heaven and touching taboos, and backlash is also tragic, and it has gradually destroyed him.

The cauldron was buzzing, and the fairy fire sky thunder turned into a dragon shape and roared ragingly in the sea of ​​Dan, all of which were crying for him.

But these are useless. They are like Ye Chen, and are suppressed by Buddha and are difficult to break through the shackles.

Quietly, night fell again, and everything was silent.

In the void, there was a figure coming from the sky, dressed in a sloppy manner, and a big bearded old man with messy hair.

That was Old Taoist Yan, who landed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

"The Buddha's seal is really domineering." Old Taoist Yan looked up and looked at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.

After saying that, he looked to the bottom of the mountain and seemed to be able to see Ye Chen inside, "Who is not good to provoke, I insist on provoking Buddha."

"I don't need his compassion." Ye Chen's words were plain and his eyes were calm. "Even if he sealed me until he died, I will still not bow to the Buddha."

"Are all the Holy Body lineages so strong?" Old Master Yan sighed and shook his head, sighing all over his mouth.

As he said that, he waved his sword and cut out a three-meter stone tablet and stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. "I will go to find my old family. I hope you can hold on until that time. If you can't hold on, this stone tablet will be your tombstone."

"Thank you." Ye Chen smiled, with vicissitudes of life.

Old Taoist Yan sighed again and turned to Xutian.

The world has returned to tranquility again, with only fallen leaves swaying in the wind, swaying on Wuzhi Mountain.

Ye Chen's eyelids trembled, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, motionless at the bottom of the dark mountain.

He slept for three days and had not woken up.

During three days, someone still came, in groups of three or three.

Most of them are older generations and younger generations, and their cultivation is not high and they are in a state of dust. They want to see the true appearance of the Holy Body.

"Grandpa, is the person pressing down at the foot of the mountain really amazing?" A honest boy looked at his elders, Ling Che's big eyes, innocent.

"He is a holy body, invincible at the same level, and is as shoulder to shoulder as the emperor. His legends are all myths." The old monk smiled and touched the young man's little head, looking kind.

"That holy body is so pitiful, ruthlessly suppressed."

"Get out, get out." A shout came out, a fierce and vicious person, and more than a dozen young men came across the sky, arrogant and domineering.

Seeing this, the old cultivators hurriedly took their juniors back, fearing that they would be vented and would cause death.

Let’s look at the dozen or so young people. They did not come from one force, but from multiple forces, and their cultivation was sage.

"Ye Chen, you have today too." More than a dozen young men all had fierce faces, ferocious expressions, and gritted their teeth, wishing they could drag Ye Chen out and tear him apart.

"Oh, there are also tombstones." More than a dozen young men saw the tombstones at the foot of the mountain and laughed and played with them.

"Come on, water some water." A purple-haired young man stepped forward, untied his belt, and took out his little brother.

In an instant, the sparse sound of water sounded, and the purple-haired young man's urine also sprayed on the tombstone. A tombstone was urinated.

"I'll come too, so I'll do it." The others showed their white teeth and their smiles were gloomy and damn.

"Even if it is sealed, it won't make you feel better."

The sound of water rose again, accompanied by an unscrupulous laughter, "Ye Chen, this taste is so good, I've prepared for you."

"Grandpa, they..." The honest boy not far away, his face was full of anger, but he was grabbed.

"We can't afford to offend." The old monk covered the boy's mouth and dragged it away. Although he was extremely angry, he was powerless to care. They were all weak.

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen young men urinated and trembled, lifted their pants, spitted and cursed, and laughed and left.

Such a pleasant thing was spread by them, and the eyes of those who had a grudge against Ye Chen suddenly became sharp.

Peeing in front of the tombstone of the Holy Body, the matter was extremely refreshing just by listening to it, and even if you think about it, you would be so excited.

So, under the Five Fingers Mountain, there were more people.

There are always some people, in groups of three or five, who all come to Wuzhishan to pee.

It is really a enemy of Qing Yishui, with many people from the Taiqing Palace, the Holy Land of Heavenly Punishment, and the Cangling Palace.

The monks from all directions sighed and the holy body created myths, but now they are so miserable.

It’s really the wind and the sun are under, and the tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by dogs. This is the world, naked irony.

The existence of Wuzhishan makes people feel inexplicably sad, because they are sad for Ye Chen and for the world.

These evil things lasted for a month before they gradually subsided. Without Ye Chen's response, those people felt boring and fewer people came.

It was another peaceful night. Ye Chen, who was sleeping, opened his eyes for the first time and looked outside Wuzhishan.

Someone came from outside the mountain, and he was a peerless woman, covered in plain gauze, white clothes, and could not see her true face. She only saw her eyes clear and clean, but she was extremely cold. Three thousand black hairs moved without the wind, and her strands were dyed with divine clouds.

Isn’t she the fairy without tears from Nian Ci’an?

In the past, Ye Chen went to Nianci'an to find Chu Xuan, and was crazy, and almost wiped out her.

As he spoke, Fairy Wulei had already fallen down the mountain. He first glanced at the Buddha scroll on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, and then looked sideways at the tombstone erected by Old Taoist Yan.

The tombstone is **, but it is the slutty spirit of urine.

"Fairy, can you tell me about your goddess?" Ye Chen raised his head, his voice hoarse, old and vicissitudes, and his dim eyes quietly looked at Fairy Wulei.

"She is famous for her and becomes a saint at a hundred years old. She is the most amazing immortal body since the founding of the Wulei City." Fairy Wulei opened her lips slightly, revealing her light words, like the sound of nature in the sky, very beautiful.

"She has a hobby." Ye Chen's eyes were filled with tears.

"When the night is quiet, I am happy to stand on the top of the mountain and look up at the misty."

"She should be beautiful under the moon, holy and flawless."

"As you said." Fairy Wulei's eyes were quiet, and before he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the night.

"If Fairy goes back in the next year, can she bring a word to your goddess? I will say: There is a man named Ye Chen who has never forgotten her and is waiting for her to come home."

"The Supreme Being Forgets Love, Without Tears... It's Innocent." Fairy Wulei's reply was extremely ethereal, just like her eyes, quiet without any waves.
Chapter completed!