The Tearless Fairy left, and the tears in Ye Chen's eyes finally ran across his old face and soaked his beard.
In the haze of tears, I could still see two beautiful figures in a trance, both wearing colorful fairy clothes and phoenix jade hairpins.
In the darkness at the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, as motionless as a statue.
Xuanhuang is still Xuanhuang, perhaps there is no Huanghuang ancient holy body to create a myth anymore, and it is much calmer than before.
However, there are still so many enemies who come here, most of them are unhappy and come here to vent their anger.
But Wuzhishan was quiet and there was no response at all.
Ye Chen fell asleep and did not wake up for a long time.
Day and night change, day and night cycle, and the years are changing.
In the third year, a beautiful figure came to the foot of the mountain, dressed in black clothes and a black cloak. She looked like a female killer. Her appearance was not peerless, but she was beautiful.
She is from the Red Flame Mercenary Group in the Southern Territory. She is a good girl, but she has a ridiculous name: Sha Potian.
In the past, Ye Chen asked Chi Yan to help him attack the Kunpeng tribe's mines. There was a deal between them.
She paused for a long time before sighing and leaving.
In the fourth year after her, a male cultivator and a female cultivator came to the foot of the mountain. Both of them were saints.
These are also acquaintances, two of the ancestors of Naiwangguxing Tianfu Divine Dynasty: Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue Fairy.
In the past, Ye Chen, together with Yan Laodao, met Wang Guxing and participated in the auction in order to find a reincarnated person.
It was there that Ye Chen saw the statue of Donghuang for the first time. It was also there that he found the reincarnated Biyou. For this, he also provoked Hua Tiandu and the Ghost Emperor Shenzi, causing a series of troubles. .
The Forgotten Star Tianfu Divine Dynasty has a great connection with Donghuang.
Master Dongyang and Fairy Qingyue listened to Ye Chen's words and set out to find the legitimate son of Donghuang.
After not seeing each other for more than a hundred years, they actually found Xuanhuang.
Unfortunately, they did not find Donghuang's legitimate son, but they heard the legend of Ye Chen and was trapped in Wuzhishan.
The two called for a long time and blasted at Wuzhishan for a long time, but they didn't see any response from Ye Chen.
Fairy Qingyue and Master Dongyang frowned, looked up at the Buddhist scroll on the top of the mountain, and then looked at each other.
The two of them turned around immediately, leaving just as quickly as they came.
If you can't break the seal, leaving it behind will be useless. If you have this skill, you might as well go find someone with great supernatural powers.
Ye Chen was still sleeping, his body covered with a layer of dust.
After seven years of sleeping, his cultivation level has dropped from the peak of the Imperial Realm to the fifth level of the Imperial Realm, and his lifespan has also been shortened.
Zhou Tian's backlash continues, like a ball of blazing flames, which will burn him bit by bit before it is complete.
He seemed too tired and showed no signs of waking up.
Spring passes and winter comes, and in the blink of an eye, there are three more winters and summers.
In the tenth year, an old man came with a wine jar. A closer look revealed that it was the old man Quandi who was fishing.
In the past, Ye Chen chased Zhiyang but did not save him any face. He was a quasi-emperor, but he is still quite embarrassed.
However, this time he did not come to Ye Chen to settle matters, but put a bottle of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.
With a secret sigh, he also left with his hands in his arms.
Before leaving, he did not forget to take a look at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, which was still shining with bright Buddha light.
That is the Buddha's seal, which cannot be broken by non-Ji Dao emperor soldiers. Even if he is a quasi-emperor, he is still powerless.
It is another long time, ten years of flowers fade and bloom.
From the horizon, another person came, also a twilight old man.
The old man was Xiao Yan, who was once the elder of Taiqing Palace. He entered Taiqing Palace to kill Yin Zhong. He and Ye Chen met because of the secret method of changing heaven and earth.
Xiao Yan fell silent and remained silent. He was able to avenge himself all thanks to Ye Chen. If Ye Chen had not deposed Yin Chong, he would not have been able to kill his enemy.
Although it was just a deal, he still thanked Ye Chen and sighed when he saw him being suppressed.
He left late at night, and his back was still as desolate as that year, old and lonely, without energy.
As the thirtieth year approaches, Ye Chen is still in the dreamland of time, with a thick layer of dust on his body.
He is old and his cultivation has dropped to the first level of the Imperial Realm.
Ruotian Suzaku came and stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, silent for a long time, his expression extremely ugly.
That year, she left Phoenix Valley and found an old mountain to call herself. This letter was more than thirty years old.
When she woke up again, she didn't wait for Xuan Chen, but she came here after hearing too many myths about Ye Chen.
Looking at Wuzhishan quietly, her eyes were in a trance.
She was shocked and amazed. She was shocked that the little guy from the past had turned out to be so terrifying. She was also amazed at Ye Chen's shocking actions along the way. Every one of them was a myth.
But what was more sad in her heart was that he, who had fought bloody battles for all the people in the world, ended up in such a miserable state, pinned down on the Five Fingers Mountain, but no one cared about him.
She was also helpless about the Buddha's seal.
After several calls, she turned around and looked for a great cultivator to help Ye Chen escape from the suppression of Wuzhishan.
Time goes by and time grows old.
Ten years of spring and autumn.
Twenty years of winter and summer.
Flowers bloom and fall in thirty years.
The world has been quiet for nearly a hundred years.
He was suppressed for a hundred years, but also slept for a hundred years.
For hundreds of years, the surrounding area of Wuzhi Mountain has been covered with weeds, and the side of the tombstone is also covered with luxuriant grass. Even the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain is covered with the dust of time.
Hundreds of years have passed in this world, and the world has gradually ignored Wuzhishan, and also forgotten the holy body that was pressed at the bottom of the mountain.
His legends and myths are being obscured by time.
Occasionally someone mentions it, and Wuzhishan comes to mind.
Occasionally, when someone passes by, they will remember that there is a holy body buried in Wuzhishan. I wonder if it is still alive.
The elders sighed and could not help but mourn for the Eucharist.
The juniors are in awe and will bow to Wuzhishan. The person pressing down at the foot of the mountain is an amazing senior.
Even though a hundred years have passed and numerous talents have emerged in the Xuanhuang Continent, no one has broken his record back then.
At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, it is dark, cold and quiet.
The ancient altar was covered with dust and the chains were rusty.
Zhou Tian was ruthless and transformed his cultivation into the human realm.
The years were like knives, carving his body into pieces.
Thick dust, layer after layer, seemed to bury him. The bottom of this dark mountain was his tomb.
It's night again, the starry sky is vast, and the broken stars are like dust.
Suddenly, white snow fell from the sky and the earth, and the heavy snow fell, adding a white coat to the silent night.
The white snow covered Wuzhi Mountain. Occasionally, one or two flowers would float to the bottom of the mountain and fall on him.
The next moment, the crisp impact of the iron chain was heard.
He woke up. After sleeping for a hundred years, he finally woke up.
His eyes were cloudy and dull, his skin was wrinkled, his body was stooped, and he was old and lifeless, as if he was going to be buried in the next moment.
He sat with his head buried in silence, surrounded by the air of death, and the breeze carried white snow and cold ice.
"I don't need your mercy. I will carry it until I return home." His voice was hoarse and full of vicissitudes of life.
Outside the mountain, heavy snow was flying, and someone came walking on the snow.
It was a young girl in white clothes and a white cloak, carrying a plain piano on her back, leaving a series of footprints on the ground.
Her eyes are clear, her long hair flows like water waves, and every strand is dyed with the holy glow.
Walking between heaven and earth, you are like a flourishing lotus blooming in the white snow, making the colors of time dim.
Her eyes were indifferent, and there was no emotion on her little cheeks. She was like a fairy who has seen through the world of mortals. She does not eat the fireworks of the world, and does not mess with the dust of the world.
To say that this girl looks very familiar, she is exactly the same as the Nine Immortals of the Emperor's family, but she is not the Nine Immortals of the Emperor.
Although she is a girl, she is not young anymore, over 300 years old. The reason why she maintains the appearance of a girl is because of the ancient and mysterious techniques she practices.
Ye Chen had raised his head and stared blankly at the girl in white who was carrying the piano, her cloudy eyes filled with tears.
Xi Yan, that's Xi Yan, Ye Chen's disciple.
He didn't need to figure it out, he could recognize her at a glance.
"Ye Chen, if there is an afterlife, will you marry me?"
An ancient love word, filled with feminine tenderness, rang in his ears, bringing out bloody memories.
In the army of demons, she died on Ji Ningshuang's back, calling his name and smiling tenderly at him.
In the haziness, he seemed to see a naughty little girl, her big eyes flashing at him, smiling at him, her smile was innocent, bright and carefree.
He had thought too much about meeting Xi Yan again, but he never expected that it would be like this.
"Xiyan." Ye Chen opened his mouth, but he choked up. There were only two words that could not express the vicissitudes of time.
But Xiyan couldn't hear her words. She just stood quietly at the foot of the mountain and looked at his tombstone.
For some reason, when she came here and looked at the words on the monument, she suddenly felt heartbroken and wanted to cry inexplicably.
"Is the ancient holy body buried under this mountain? When I first came to Xuanhuang, he was the one who heard the most." A faint smile came from a purple-haired young man beside Xi Yan, who had strong blood and had visions happening one after another.
Xi Yan was silent, still looking at Ye Chen's tombstone in trance. The word "Ye Chen" on the tombstone looked very dazzling.
The reincarnation of her is very different from the one in her previous life. In her previous life, she was quirky and clever, but in this life, she is as cold as ice.
"It's a pity that I couldn't get a few blows from the holy body." The purple-haired young man continued to say, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and his eyes full of mischief. "If he were here, I would suppress him with one palm."
"Can you set the blood inheritance limit?" Xi Yan whispered.
"I."
"Can you induce the Four Emperors' Heavenly Tribulation?"
"I."
"Can you escape being wanted by all clans?"
"I."
"Do you dare to disobey the Great Sun Tathagata?"
"I."
The reincarnated Xi Yan spoke in a normal tone, but the purple-haired young man beside him was speechless for a moment.
The deeds she mentioned are all the legends of the Holy Body, each one is a myth, and no one can break it to this day.
The purple-haired young man's face was flushed and his face was extremely ugly.
Who would have thought that for a holy body, she would stand up to him like this. If it weren't for his mentality, she would have spurted blood.
When the two were talking, Ye Chen at the bottom of the mountain was already vomiting blood.
He wanted to sacrifice the Immortal Light of Memory to unlock Xiyan's previous life seal, but he couldn't sacrifice it because of the seal.
Not only that, as his cultivation dropped, he even lost his spiritual consciousness, and his words could not be heard outside.
His cloudy eyes were covered with streaks of blood.
It's not easy to meet, but if you miss it, you will probably be separated forever, which will be a sad regret.
But Buddha's seal was too strong, and he was sealed tightly.
When he was at his wits end, he suddenly had an idea.
Immediately, he reached into his arms and pulled out a jade slip, which contained the fairy light of memory. He only had to crush the jade slip to release the fairy light.
What makes him powerless is that now he has no strength to bind a chicken. He can't even crush a jade slip and can't use any force.
Helpless, he held the jade slip in both hands and held it in front of his mouth.
He was biting like a dog chewing a bone.
His mouth was filled with blood and his teeth were broken.
In the end, Huangtian paid off and the jade slip was broken.
A ray of fairy light flew out and passed through Wuzhi Mountain.