Chapter 1608

At the altar at the bottom of the mountain, ye Chen buried his head and sat quietly, his gray hair covered his old face.

He is like a stone statue, motionless, occasionally move, will affect the sound of iron chain collision.

He should be a dragon soaring for nine days, but now he is not as good as a mole ant. At the bottom of the five finger mountain, he will be carved into pieces by merciless years.

The seal of Buddha's mind is too strong, which is supported by infinite thinking power. This kind of confinement cannot be broken by the emperor.

Unfortunately, he had no Imperial troops and could not break the ban.

Unless someone with Imperial troops bombards Wuzhishan from outside.

However, the super religions and the ancient races with the tools of Jidao have become self appointed. The remaining three or five stream forces will not have any imperial soldiers of that level.

Even if there is, most of them will not save him at the cost of provoking the Buddha. He does not have so much face.

When the wind blows, his body trembles, and his breath, which is already dispirited, is a bit depressed. His old form is even more old, and there is a dead breath that seems to be hidden.

In a flash, his cultivation finally fell from the quasi saint to the imperial realm, without warning, but in anticipation.

Zhou Tian's evolution is too weird. Even if you don't use this method, your accomplishments will fall and your longevity will decrease. It will resolve the cultivation of Shouyuan all the time.

If you make a rash move on the next day, the speed of its phagocytosis will be accelerated, even more once, and irresistible.

The unchanging truth, the domineering secret arts and supernatural powers of the ancient times all have the tyrannical counterattack, extremely fierce.

He is a bloody example. All the way through, he is breaking through the mysteries of heaven and touching taboos. His reversion is also tragic, which has gradually devastated him.

Big Ding buzzing, immortal fire and sky thunder also turned into dragon shape and roared in the Danhai sea, all of them were lamenting for him.

But these, all of which are of no help. They are like Ye Chen. They are oppressed by the Buddha and difficult to break through the confinement.

Quietly, the night came again and all was quiet.

In the void, a figure comes from the sky. He is dressed in a slovenly way. He is an old man with a big beard and a shaggy hair.

That's Yan Laodao. It fell at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

"The seal of Buddha is tyrannical." He looked up at the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.

After saying that, he just looked to the bottom of the mountain, as if to see its inner leaf Chen, "who is not good to provoke, but to provoke the Buddha."

"I don't need his mercy." Ye Chen's words were flat and light, and her eyes were flat and quiet, "even if he sealed me to death, I would still not bow to the Buddha."

"Is it all the same Yan Laodao sighed and shook his head. His mouth was full of sighs.

Said, he wielded a sword to cut out a three Zhang stone tablet, standing at the foot of the Wuzhi Mountain, "I will go to find my hometown, I hope you can hold on to that time, if not, this stone tablet is your tombstone."

Thank you very much Ye Chen smiles with vicissitudes.

Yan Laodao sighed again and turned to the empty sky.

Heaven and earth, once again return to peace, only Susu leaves, fluttering with the wind, slapping on the Wuzhi Mountain.

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

For three days, he did not wake up.

Three days later, there were still people coming, in twos and threes.

Most of them are old people with a younger generation. Their accomplishments are not high, and they are tired. They want to see the true face of the holy body.

"Granddad, are the people under pressure really fierce?" A simple and honest youth, looking at their own elders, lingche's big eyes, innocent.

"He is the holy body, invincible at the same level, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor. His legends are all myths." The old monk smiles and touches the young man's head with kindness.

"It's merciless, it's a holy body."

"Go away, all of you." A dozen young people stepped on the sky, arrogant and despotic.

Seeing this, the old monks were in a hurry to retreat with their descendants, for fear that they would be offended and killed.

If you look at the more than ten young people, they do not come from one force, but from multiple forces. All of them are saints.

"Ye Chen, you also have today." More than a dozen of young people are ferocious and ferocious, gnashing their teeth. They wish Ye Chen could not be dragged out and torn to pieces.

"Oh, and the tombstone." More than a dozen young people saw the tombstone at the foot of the mountain and laughed at it.

"Come on, water it." A young man with purple hair came forward, untied his belt and took out his little brother.

In an instant, the sparse sound of water sounded, and the urine water of the purple haired youth was also sprayed on the tombstone. A good tombstone was wet with urine.

"It's so emotional. I'll come too." The others showed their white teeth and laughed grimly.

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

The sound of water rose again, accompanied by unbridled laughter, "Ye Chen, this taste is good, prepared for you."

"Grandfather, they..." Not far away the simple and honest youth, small face full of anger, but was grabbed.

"We can't afford it." The old monk covered the young man's mouth and dragged him away. Although he was extremely angry, he could not manage it. All of them were weak.At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen young people shivered, lifted their pants, spat and laughed away.

Such a cool thing, was spread by them, those who have a grudge with Ye Chen, the eyes suddenly snow bright.

Pee in front of the holy body tombstone, this matter just listen, incomparably happy, think all excited crazy.

Then, at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, there were more figures.

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

It is really the enemy of qingyishui. There are many people from Taiqing palace, Tianxun holy land and Cangling hall.

The four monks lamented that the holy body created a myth, but now it is so miserable.

It's really the wind and the sun, the tiger down Pingyang was bullied by dogs, this is the way of the world, naked irony.

The existence of Wuzhishan makes people feel inexplicable sorrow, which is for ye Chen and for the world.

These evil things lasted for a month, and then gradually subsided. No response was seen from ye Chen. Those people felt bored, and those who came were becoming less and less.

It was a quiet night, the sleeping Ye Chen opened his eyes for the first time and looked out of the Wuzhi Mountain.

Some people came from outside the mountain. She was a peerless woman. She was covered with plain gauze. She could not see her true face clearly. Her eyes were clear and clean, but she was extremely indifferent. Three thousand green silk moved without wind, and the threads were stained with divine haze.

Isn't she just the tears free fairy of Nianci temple?

In the past, ye Chen went to Nianci temple to find Chu Xuan. She was crazy and almost killed her.

As she spoke, the tearless fairy had already fallen down the mountain. First, she looked at the Buddha scroll on the top of the five finger mountain. Then she looked at the tombstone of Yan Laodao.

The tombstone is wet, but it is urine Sao.

"Fairy, can you tell me about your goddess?" Ye Chen raised his head, hoarse voice, old vicissitudes, dim eyes, quietly looking at the no tears fairy.

"Her name is forgetful and she becomes a saint at the age of 100. She is the most amazing immortal body since the school of urban construction without tears." No tears Fairy Light lips slightly open, revealing the light words, such as the sounds of heaven in the sky, very beautiful.

"She has a hobby." Ye Chen has tears in her eyes.

"When the night is still, I like to stand on the top of the mountain and look up at the misty sky."

"Under the moon, she should be beautiful and holy."

"As you said." No tears fairy eyes quiet, words did not fall, they have turned, toward the night.

"If the fairy comes back in his new year, can you bring a word to your goddess? Say: there is a man named Ye Chen, who has never forgotten her and is waiting for her to go home."

"Too forgetful, no tears... Is heartless." No tears fairy's reply, ethereal incomparable, just like her eyes, quiet without waves.