In the discussion, the rumbling sound never stopped, one chased and the other fled, making the world turn upside down.
The darkness did not know when to dissipate, and it was not until a ray of dawn shone through that the rumbling sound was extinguished, revealing the devastated earth and the empty sky surrounded by thin blood mist.
On the top of a mountain, Beisheng fell down in anger and chased him all night, but failed to catch Ye Chen. What's even more ridiculous is that she still doesn't know who he is.
As she thought about it, she couldn't help but stamp her feet and cover her blushing cheeks, "Shame on you."
But at this moment, Ye Chen's fellow has slipped out of the ancient ruins and appeared in the Red Lotus Sea. His holy body was beaten and crippled. How can I say that a crazy woman is scary? The thieves attack hard.
"That bitch must be going crazy." He stuffed the healing elixir into his mouth, and he didn't forget to imagine her furious look. This was not only a loss of treasure, but also an embarrassment.
"I didn't know you were a woman." Soon, this guy was shaking his head again, and found a good reason for himself. He took out the Beisheng storage bag and smiled shamelessly.
How about saying it's Northern Saint? Her storage bag is simply a treasure, and it is not comparable to those of the God of Punishment. Taking one from her is worth taking many.
He gathered the treasures and only held a token in his hand. It was a token made of white jade and immortal gold. It was filled with immortal energy. On the back of the token, the word Jiuli was engraved on it.
"She is from the Jiuli tribe." Ye Chen murmured, his tone full of meaning and surprise.
Jiuli is an extremely ancient race. The source of this lineage can be traced back to the prehistoric era. At the same time as Taotie and Qiongqi, they were a major prince in the prehistoric era.
This is also the reason for Ye Chen's accident. It is said that the Jiuli lineage has been extinct in the years, and it is unknown that there is still a inheritance. If this is spread, the entire Xuanhuang Continent will be in an uproar.
"Did I offend someone I shouldn't offend?" Ye Chen coughed dryly and had the urge to return the treasure to others. This lineage was too scary and he couldn't afford to offend him.
However, he finally gave up the idea, thinking that he had hidden it very well, and Northern Saint was embarrassed to reveal his identity. There were so many people in the ruins, and God knows who robbed them, so it was right to think so.
Thinking in his mind, he accepted the Jiuli clan's token and stuffed a pill into his mouth again.
He had already planned to rest for a while before running in to rob. The sons and goddesses inside were all extremely rich, and there were also many old guys whose cultivation was suppressed. It was a rare opportunity.
Just as he was thinking about it, another person walked into Honglianye's overseas. His mouth was full of stubble, his eyes were hollow, and his expression was dull. He seemed to have come from a distant era, covered with the dust of time and ancient vicissitudes of life.
He narrowed his eyes and could tell at a glance who was walking in. Was it Liu Dao
While talking, Liu Dao had stopped outside the ancient ruins, as if he had never seen Ye Chen. He stood like a statue, motionless, with dull eyes, looking at the ruins quietly.
Ye Chen stepped forward and settled down six feet away, "You still remember Ye Chen."
A trace of confusion and a trace of pain flashed through Liu Dao's eyes, which instantly turned into dullness.
Ye Chen did not give up, and mentioned many people and things, including Chu Xuan'er, Chu Ling'er, Da Chu, and Heng Yuezong, hoping that through these, he could awaken some memories of the Six Paths.
However, the six paths are still six paths, motionless, never turning his body from beginning to end, and silent, like a puppet, like a walking corpse, without the emotions that a human being should have.
Ye Chen stopped talking and changed his path against the will of heaven. The six paths have been counterattacked by time and space for too long. He seemed to have forgotten who he was and his ancient memories. Some of them were just unclear.
The Six Paths, like the world of mortals, go against time and space, and do not know the meaning of their existence. They are like ghosts, endlessly wandering between heaven and earth, until they grow old and finally return to silence.
Ye Chen finally walked around in front of Liu Dao. Even looking at the vicissitudes of Liu Dao made him feel distressed. He handed over a secret scroll with a flick of his hand, "This is given to you by the seniors of Donghuang Ancient City."
Liudao was dull, but he still raised his palm stiffly and took the secret scroll, but the secret scroll instantly turned into a wisp of fly ash, and the ancient information sealed in the secret scroll merged into his divine sea.
At this point, Liu Dao's body trembled, and his empty eyes flashed with confusion.
He turned around silently and walked away step by step. His back was desolate and lonely. He had been wandering in this world for unknown years. In the so-called human world, he was a real passerby.
Ye Chen raised his feet and followed, but failed to keep up with the six steps. His movement was too weird, and he turned into nothingness as he walked, leaving only the silhouettes of his backs.
He stood there for a long time, feeling desolate. Maybe many years later, he would change his path against nature and become a walking corpse, just like the six paths and the world of mortals.
Alas, with a sigh, he turned around, stepped on the sea, and entered the ruins for the second time.
Entering the ruins again, we are familiar with the familiar roads, and we go straight to the depths. Many people are walking out in groups, cursing, and most of them are people who have been robbed and just want to leave this ghost place.
There were many saint kings and great saints among them, but they could not escape being robbed. This time they came in, they really lost their face. After all, they were seniors, but they were fucked up by a bunch of little rabbits.
They are still doing well, at least they are still alive. Some of the Holy Kings and Great Sages have been buried in the ruins. It is strange that they pride themselves on being powerful, but they still underestimate the suppression of the ruins.
Outside, the Holy King and the Great Sage are so powerful, but in the ruins, they are all suppressed to the level of quasi-sage. At the same level, who cares whether you are the Holy King or the Great Sage, fists are king.
Ye Chen glanced at those people, but did not take action. Instead, he opened his fairy eyes and looked in all directions.
He discovered that many places in the ruins had been imprinted with mysterious marks, such as towering ancient trees, collapsed palaces, and huge rock walls, all of which were hidden in extremely mysterious ways.
He recognized those marks as time and space marks, and it was not difficult to think of who had made these marks. Who else could be there besides the God of Annihilation? Through the time and space marks, he could teleport.
"Nirvana Divine Body, you really have left a lot of escape routes!" Ye Chen sneered, and wiped out all the time and space marks along the way. Whenever he saw the time and space marks, he would not hesitate to erase them.
He went back to the depths, where it was bustling. He climbed to the top of the mountain and looked far into the distance.
But in the depths, ten thousand rays of Buddha's light illuminated the heaven and earth. Those ten thousand rays of Buddha's light all came from a golden Buddha bead. To be more precise, it was a Buddha's relic, hanging high in the sky.
In the dark, you can still hear Hong Zhong Da Lu and majestic ancient Buddhist sounds, which seem to be purifying.
The Buddha's relics, a supreme divine object, were the first to purify the Zen body of the Buddha, and attracted plunder from all quarters.
Ye Chen stood on the top of the mountain, his eyesight was astonishing, and he could see clearly. There were no less than a thousand people snatching the Buddha's relics. He saw the Southern Emperor, Xizun, Zhonghuang, and the Son of the Immortal Clan.
Apart from them, there were many sons of gods, goddesses, and older monks fighting fiercely for the relics. Many people died, and the blood stained the sky, which was extremely bloody.
Maybe there were too many people snatching it, and the forces were mixed, which put great pressure on the Buddha relic. It exploded, emitting thousands of golden lights, and the fragments also disappeared into nothingness.
However, this is not the end. Although the Buddha's relics exploded, there was a dazzling rain of Buddha's light, as majestic as a river and sea, boundless and containing infinite power.
Ye Chen understood that it was the power of thought that was transformed from the worship of the people in front of the Buddha. In the power of thought that was still surging like the sea, it seemed that he could still see a Buddha sitting cross-legged, receiving devout worship from the people.
The power of the Buddha's thoughts on sentient beings is a mysterious force, sometimes even more mysterious. It is so grand that it can crush the physical body and destroy the soul. If it is blessed with a magical weapon, its power will be even more domineering.
Therefore, although the Buddha's relics were broken, they did not stop robbing people. Instead, they became more and more ferocious. They all sacrificed their natal weapons and containers, frantically containing the Buddha's power of sentient beings.