Chapter 1609

No tears fairy left, ye Chen full of tears, finally across the old face, soaked in beard.

Tears hazy, trance can see two beautiful images, all wearing colorful fairy clothes, all wearing Phoenix jade hairpin.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, like a statue motionless.

Xuanhuang or xuanhuang, Xu is no more ancient holy body to create myths, much quieter than in the past.

However, there are still so many enemies running, most of them are in a bad mood, running here to vent some.

But Wuzhishan is quiet and has not received any response.

Ye Chen a sleep, sleep for a long time did not wake up.

Day and night change, day and night.

In the third year, a beautiful figure came to the foot of the mountain, dressed in black clothes and black cloak, like a female killer. Her face was not unique, but she was also beautiful.

She is from the red flame mercenary group of southern regions. She is a good girl, but she has a ridiculous Name: kill the sky.

In the past, ye Chen asked ChiYan to help him to attack the Kunpeng mine. There was also a deal between them.

She stopped for a long time before she left with a sigh.

In the fourth year after her, a man and a woman came to the foot of the mountain, and their accomplishments were all saints.

This is also an acquaintance, but forget the two ancestors of the ancient star Tianfu God Dynasty: Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue fairy.

In the past year, ye Chen, together with Yan Laodao, ran into forgetting the ancient star and participated in the auction.

It was there that ye Chen saw the statue of the Eastern Emperor for the first time. It was there that he found biyou who was reincarnated. For this reason, he also provoked huatiandu and the ghost emperor and Shenzi and made a series of troubles.

Forget the ancient star Tianfu shenchao, and the Eastern Emperor has a great origin.

Dongyang immortal and Qingyue fairy were listening to Ye Chen's words, and then they set out to find the emperor's son.

Not seen in more than a hundred years, they also found xuanhuang.

Unfortunately, they did not find the emperor's legitimate son, but heard the legend of Ye Chen, was pressed in Wuzhi Mountain.

Two people call for a long time, also to the five finger mountain boom for a long time, do not see ye Chen has a little response.

The Moon Fairy of Qing Dynasty frowned with the immortal Dongyang and looked up at the Buddha scroll on the top of the mountain. Then they looked at each other.

They immediately turned around, coming and going quickly.

If you can't open the seal, it's useless to stay. If you have this skill, you'd better go to find a great magical power.

Ye Chen is still sleeping, his body covered with a layer of dust.

After seven years of deep sleep, his cultivation has fallen from the peak of the imperial realm to the five levels of the imperial realm, and his life span has also been reduced.

In the next week, if a group of flame, it is necessary to burn him down bit by bit.

He seemed too tired to wake up.

Spring to winter, blink of an eye, it is three winter and summer.

In the tenth year, an old man came with a wine jar. After a careful look, it was the old man who was fishing.

In the past, ye Chen chased Zhiyang and didn't save face for him. He was a quasi emperor, which is quite embarrassing.

However, this time he did not come to find Ye Chen for settlement, but put a pot of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.

With a dark sigh, he left with his hands in his hand.

He is still on the top of the mountain.

It's the seal of Buddha, which can't be broken by the non polar Dao emperor soldiers. Even if he's going to be emperor level, he's powerless.

It's a long time again, ten years of blossom.

In the sky, someone comes again. He is also an old man at dusk.

The old man was Xiao Yan, who was an elder of Taiqing palace. He entered Taiqing palace to kill Yin Zhong. He met Ye Chen because of the secret method of moving heaven and earth.

When Xiao Yan fell, he was silent. He owed all his revenge to Ye Chen. If ye Chen had not abolished Yin Chong, he would not have killed his enemy.

Although it was just a deal, he still thanks Ye Chen and sighs when he is pressed.

Late at night, he left, his back as bleak as that year, old and lonely, no spirit.

The thirtieth year is approaching, ye Chen is still sinking in the dreamland of years, the dust on his body is thick.

He was old, and his cultivation was reduced to the imperial realm.

If the sky rosefinch comes and stands at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, it looks very ugly without saying a word for a long time.

That year, she left the Phoenix Valley, and found an old mountain, which was more than 30 years old.

Wake up again, she did not wait for xuanchen, but listen to the myth of Ye Chen too much, this just came here.

Looking at Wuzhishan quietly, her eyes are in a trance.

She was shocked, also marveled, shocked the little guy in the past, was so terrible, and also marveled at Ye Chen's amazing behavior all the way, every one of them was a myth.

But her heart is more sad, once for the world of mortals, he was so miserable, was pressed five finger mountain, but no one paid attention to him.

She was helpless about the seal of Buddha.

After several calls, she turned to find a great practitioner to help Ye Chen escape the suppression of Wuzhishan.Time goes on, time is old.

Ten years of spring and autumn.

Twenty years of winter and summer.

Thirty years of flowering.

The world has been quiet for nearly a hundred years.

He was oppressed for a hundred years, but he also fell asleep for a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, the Wuzhi Mountain has been covered with weeds, and the tombstone is full of wild grass. Even the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain has been covered with dust of years.

For a long time in the world, the world gradually ignored Wuzhishan and forgot the holy body at the bottom of the mountain.

His legend and myth are being covered by time.

Occasionally someone mentioned, will think of Wuzhishan.

Occasionally someone passing by, will think of Wuzhishan still pressed a sacred body, I do not know whether it is still in the world.

The old man sighed and couldn't help mourning for the holy body.

In awe of the younger generation, they will bow their hands and salute the five finger mountain. The one under the mountain is an amazing elder.

Even after a hundred years, many talented people appeared in xuanhuang, but no one broke his record.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, there is no day and sun, and it is cold and desolate.

The old altars were covered with dust and the chains rusted.

Zhou Tian was merciless and turned his cultivation into human yuan realm.

Years, like a knife, carve his body into pieces.

Thick dust, layer by layer, seemed to bury him. At the bottom of the dark mountain was his tomb.

It's night again, starry sky, broken stars such as dust.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth floating snow, snow flying, to the silent night, added a white coat.

Snow covered Wuzhishan, and occasionally one or two drifted to the bottom of the mountain and fell on him.

The next moment, I heard the sound of the iron chain.

He wakes up and wakes up after a hundred years' sleep.

His eyes, muddy, dim to no light, wrinkled skin, bent body, old without a bit of vitality, as if the next moment will be buried in the earth.

And the wind, curled in the cold, was silent.

"I don't need your mercy. I'll carry my death back to Da Chu." His voice is hoarse and full of vicissitudes.

Outside the mountain, the snow is flying, and some people are coming.

It was a girl in white with a white cloak and a plain piano on her back, leaving a series of footprints on the earth.

Her eyes are clear who is, long hair such as water waves flowing, strands, are dyed with the holy haze.

Walking between heaven and earth, it is like a lotus flower blooming in the snow, making the color of time dim.

Her eyes, is indifferent, little cheek with no emotion, such as a see through the world of immortals, do not eat fireworks, nor provoke mortals.

is as like as two peas, but not the emperor.

Although she is a girl, she is not young. She is more than 300 years old. The reason why she can keep the appearance of a girl is because her skills are ancient and mysterious.

Ye Chen has raised his head and stares at the girl in white who carries the piano. Her turbid eyes are covered with tears.

Sunset, that is sunset, his disciple of Ye Chen.

He could recognize her at a glance without having to calculate.

"Ye Chen, if there is an afterlife, will you marry me?"

An old love words, with a woman's tenderness, sounded in his ears, moved out of the bloody memory.

In the army of demons, she died on Ji ningshuang's back, called his name, and gave him a tender smile.

Hazy, he seems to be able to see a playful little girl, flashing big eyes at him, laughing at him, smiling naive and bright, carefree.

He thought about too many pictures of meeting with the sunset, but he didn't expect that it would be such a meeting.

"Sunset." Ye Chen opened his mouth, but choked a voice, a few words, words do not end the vicissitudes of time.

But she could not hear her words. She just stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at his tombstone.

Looking at the tablet, I don't know why she cried.

"Is the sacred body of the ancient wasteland under this mountain? He was the one who heard the most when he first came to xuanhuang. " You smile ring, from the sunset side of a young man with purple hair, strong blood, there are strange phenomena.

The setting face does not speak, is still looking at Ye Chen tombstone, on the tablet Ye Chen two words, looks very dazzling.

The reincarnation of her, and the previous life she is very different, in the past she is very strange, but this life is cold as ice.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a few moves with the holy body." Purple haired youth is still saying, the corner of his mouth is slightly warped, and his eyes are full of abuse. "If he is there, I will suppress him with one hand."

"Can you open the blood relay limit?" The setting face whispers.

"I..."

"Can you lead to the four emperors' calamities?"

"I..."

"Have you ever escaped the wanted people of all nationalities?"

"I..."

"Dare you disobey the Tathagata?""I..."

Reincarnation sunset, a word, are flat and light, but the top of the body side purple hair youth for a moment of silence.

The deeds she said are all legends of the holy body, and each one is a myth, which nobody can break.

The purple haired youth's face turned red, and his face was extremely ugly.

Who would have thought that, for the sake of a holy body, she should have been so against him. If it had not been for his mentality, she would have spurted blood.

When they talk, ye Chen at the bottom of the mountain has vomited blood.

He wanted to sacrifice the memory of the immortal light, to untie the ban of the previous life for the sunset, but because of the seal, he could not sacrifice.

What's more, he lost his divine sense and his words could not be heard outside.

His turbid eyes are covered with bloodstains.

It's not easy to meet. If you miss it, it's a sad regret.

But Buddha's seal is too strong, he was sealed to death.

When there was nothing to do, he suddenly had a flash of light.

Immediately, he put his hand into his arms and touched out a piece of jade slips, which were sealed with the memory of immortal light. Just crush the jade slips and sacrifice the immortal light.

What makes him powerless is that now he has no strength to bind a chicken. He can't even crush the jade slips, so that he can't exert himself.

However, he held the jade slips in his hands and held them in front of his mouth.

He's biting, like a dog... On a bone.

His mouth was full of blood and his teeth were broken.

After all, the emperor did not lose the heart, and the jade slips were broken.

There is a ray of fairy light flying out, through the Wuzhi Mountain.