Under the moonlit night, Ye Chen gathered his breath and walked around in a large circle before landing in Xuanhuang, quietly and like a ghost.
The prehistoric clan was guarding the edge of the Star Sea. Although the formation was huge, there was still some negligence and he took advantage of it.
The strange thing is that Xuanhuang is too big, and even Honghuang cannot defend it.
He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at this land in the distance, looking in a daze. After more than a thousand years, he finally came back.
In the furnace, Kui Niu had tears streaming down his face and couldn't make a sound.
Reincarnation in the underworld is a great reincarnation, like a dream, unreal, or in other words, it is just a dream.
"Is this the Xuanhuang Continent?" Li Changsheng murmured.
Compared to Ye Chen and Kui Niu, he was full of curiosity. He picked up the mouth of the copper stove and looked at the beautiful mountains, rivers and rivers.
The spiritual power of Xuanhuang is so rich that it is far beyond the starry sky. The holy land of monks is naturally extraordinary. The legend of the 130 Emperors of Xuanhuang also started here and has been passed down from generation to generation.
Ye Chen walked down the mountain top and headed straight to the east like a ray of light. The territory he was in now belonged to the Western Desert.
"Back then, the barbarian god's son was beheaded by the Ninth Prince Tan She on that battle platform. It was very tragic."
When passing by a sand dune, Kui Niu pointed to a place in the distance, where... there was a huge dilapidated battle platform.
Ye Chen stood quietly, vaguely... He seemed to still be able to see the big man, smiling innocently and cluelessly.
His roar still lingers in the wind, as the unyielding figure drags its bloody body through a difficult battle.
The barbarians are all generous people, and they have never played tricks on each other. In the past, at the grand gathering in Yaochi, in order to fight with him, they were willing to give away the magic iron.
"I will avenge you, and the blood debt must be repaid with blood."
Ye Chen turned around and carved the name of the Ninth Prince of Tang Snake on the divine sea. His head would be used to pay homage to Manzi in the future.
He set foot on Xutian again, his expression calm and silent all the way.
The pure land of Buddhism has more evil and fishy smells than before. Wherever you pass by, you can see more undried blood.
In the yellow sand, there are also half-covered corpses, broken remnants of soldiers stuck sideways, and blood-stained battle flags roaring with the strong wind.
Today's Western Desert looks dilapidated. Many Buddha statues have collapsed, and the rubble is still stained with blood.
Although he had a grudge against the Buddha, he no longer had any hatred towards the Buddha.
The grievances and grievances of the past have been forgotten, and the reincarnation has long been forgotten. The cause and effect with the Buddha has also been annihilated in Wuzhi Mountain.
"Bei Mingyu... was nailed to that rock wall."
"There was also a great war in that plain. It was there that Long Teng of your great Chu was crippled and almost died. The one who took action was the Ninth Prince Taotie."
"On the top of the mountain in the east, Prince Qinglong was killed."
Every word Kui Niu pointed out to Ye Chen, his tone was sad and he couldn't help but sigh.
Ye Chen only listened quietly, and also quietly remembered, engraving each enemy in the sea of spirit.
He will repay the blood debt he has incurred throughout history.
I don't know when he stopped. Not far away was a vast ocean and river, vast and boundless.
Under the moonlight, the River of Forgetfulness is peaceful, intertwined with mysterious forces, transforming into mysterious and mysterious visions.
The stars fell down, covering it with a bright coat, but it could not hide its vicissitudes and traces of time.
"When the Heavenly Demon invaded, the five forbidden areas of Xuanhuang also participated in the war. If it were not for the forbidden area, Xuanhuang would have been trampled by the Heavenly Demon." Kui Niu added, "But when the great clan of the Great Desolate made trouble in Xuanhuang, the restricted area was ignored, even if it was a corpse. Mountains and seas of blood, they didn’t show the slightest reaction.”
"The restricted area has the mission of the restricted area. As long as it does not endanger them, it will not interfere with external affairs." Ye Chen said, having stayed in Tianxu before, he knew more about it than Kui Niu.
"Having died once, I have seen some things clearly." Kui Niu said with a smile, "If there is no restricted area in Xuanhuang, it will probably be swallowed up by the primitive wilderness. This is a kind of shock."
Ye Chen smiled, did not respond, turned around and left, heading to the prosperous area to find his old friends in Zhongzhou.
After he left, a figure appeared in the depths of Wangchuan. He was the king of Wangchuan, his old eyes narrowed slightly.
Beside him, Po Meng also appeared. Looking over there, it seemed that she could see Ye Chen's back from a long distance away.
"How is that possible?" King Wangchuan frowned slightly.
"He... is still alive." Po Meng couldn't believe it.
"It really surprises me." King Wangchuan murmured, even the quasi-emperor's state of mind was also disturbed by Ye Chen.
"Should we inform Da Chu?" Po Meng asked hurriedly.
"There is a king here, why do you need to notify us." King Wangchuan took a deep breath, "The world... is going to be lively."
"If Yaochi knew about it, she would be so excited that she would shed tears!" Po Meng smiled kindly, thinking of the miserable woman. For a few moments, she almost rushed out of Wangchuan and told Ye Chen all the news about Ji Ningshuang.
Here, Ye Chen has crossed a mountain and rushed to the nearest ancient city. To go to Zhongzhou, he needs to use the teleportation array.
"I wonder if they are still okay." Kui Niu paced back and forth in the copper furnace and muttered it countless times.
Ye Chen couldn't wait to see his old friends again. After being away for so long, he really missed them.
"Quick, quick, quick, Xizun has been captured." As he was walking, he suddenly saw more figures in Xutian, either walking in the air or wielding a sword, and they were rushing in the same direction.
"Xizun?" Ye Chen frowned and grabbed one of the people flying by, it was a wretched old man.
"Are you sick?" The wretched old man yelled, mainly because he saw Ye Chen as a saint, and he was a quasi-sage king, so he dared to scold him like this. If he were a saint king, he would still dare to be so loud, The rhythm of seeking death.
"You just said Xizun." Ye Chen stared at the old man.
"No, who are you!" the old man called again, his big yellow teeth really conspicuous when he spoke.
Ye Chen didn't say anything at all and slapped him in the face.
The applause was so loud that the wretched old man felt extremely sour, and all his old yellow teeth flew out.
Now, the guy was wilted and his head was buzzing.
Surprise, real surprise, the majestic and quasi-sage King Ji was beaten into confusion by a saint. It was really embarrassing.
"Answer my question." Ye Chen said coldly.
"I... I also heard someone say that he was hanged outside the Karma City by the ninth prince of the Golden Yang Clan." The wretched old man covered his bleeding mouth, as docile as a little sheep.
"Very good." Ye Chen snorted coldly, let go of the wretched old man, and disappeared in an instant, sweeping away the cold evil energy.
"Have I been fucked?" Behind him, the wretched old man was still rubbing his head. He staggered in Xutian and almost fell down. Ye Chen slapped him with such force that he was still stunned. A little skeptical about life.
Beside him, there were endless silhouettes of people. When they passed by him, they all looked at him strangely and then continued on their way.
Ye Chen was extremely fast, like an unparalleled divine light.
There were a lot of people running to watch the show, but he was the most slippery. The eyes of those watching were stunned. They had never seen anyone running so fast.
In the sky, an ancient city has taken shape and is majestic.
That is the ancient city of cause and effect. It has been located in the Western Desert for countless years and has witnessed countless vicissitudes of life.
According to legend, before the Buddha became emperor, he once visited that city, Zen without cause and effect, and the city of cause and effect was named after him.
Throughout the ages, Karma City has been regarded as a holy city of Buddhism and a gathering place of incense and mind power, which has never been cut off.
At this moment, people gathered outside the city of cause and effect, and the darkness filled the sky and the earth.
But in front of the ancient city, there was a stone platform with a bloody man hanging on it, with disheveled hair and scars all over his body.
"Then... is that Xizun?" the viewer asked in surprise.
"Before Lingshan was destroyed, Xizun had already left the Buddhist sect and became a Buddhist monk." Someone said.
"After the prehistoric era was lifted, he also fought for the heavens, but his fighting power was not good enough and he was defeated by the ninth prince of the Jinyi tribe."
"Buddha, where is the Buddha in the Western Desert? Won't he come to save him?"
"Then what kind of Buddha is there? He has been completely wiped out by the Jinyang tribe." An old monk sighed, unable to help but feel sad.
Not only him, but everyone present sighed helplessly and shook their heads when they saw Xizun hanging there.
In the past, Buddhism was so prosperous and its incense spread all over the Western Desert. Now that the ancient world has been unblocked, it is in such decline. What a spiritual weapon and the inheritance of the Buddha Emperor has ended up in such a situation.
"This is... the consequences of provoking my Jinni clan." Discussions and a faint laughter resounded throughout the world.
The sound came from the city tower. There was a purple gold couch inside, and a strange young man was lying on it, twirling his thumbs and looking down playfully, his eyes full of strange light.
His identity is not simple. He is the ninth prince of the Jinyi tribe. He has a domineering bloodline, is extremely noble and aloof.
At his words, no one below dared to say a word, and no one dared to speak out. They knew how powerful the Jinyi clan was. Even the Buddha in the West Desert was wiped out, let alone them.
Sad, sad again, a world where the strong are respected, the laws are bloody, and the weak have no say at all.
"You all deserve to die." Amidst the endless silence, a word resounded through the heavens, as if it came from a distant era, cold and majestic, shaking the heavens.