An ancient temple came into everyone's eyes, and the whole body was blooming with brilliant golden light, which seemed immortal and serene in the hell, and had the power to calm people's hearts.

Ye Tian strode forward, the shroud in the sea of bitterness was already shaking, and the item he knew the spirit was looking for was in that ancient temple.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

A Buddha horn sounded in the ears of Ye Tian and his party, and an old monk with skin and bones appeared in front of everyone.

This monk is thin, his whole body is covered with skin and bones, like a bamboo pole, and at this moment his hands are folded, where he recites the Buddha's name, and his body is draped in a tattered robe.

"They have all turned into ghosts, what kind of bodhisattva do you respect?"

Ye Tian was indifferent, and the wisps of qi and blood floating out of his body made the old monk's face change greatly.

"My Buddha is compassionate! ”

Although the old monk looked extremely old, he still maintained respect for Ye Tian.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's still a long way from the Buddha, is this an ancient temple built by the Jizo Heavenly Man himself? ”

Ye Tian has no respect for the Buddha in this world at all, the Buddha has long lost its original appearance, and the Buddha in this world has no way to be considered profound, just a person who has cultivated to be powerful, and is not worthy of his respect.

On the contrary, the Jizo Heavenly Man is worthy of respect, and a strong man who can make a hellish oath is not empty and will not become a Buddha, so he should maintain a respect for him no matter what.

The ancient temple is incomparably peaceful, exuding a brilliant light, although it is an ancient temple on a cloudy day, but the sound of Zen chanting is grand, all of them are ghost monks who have turned into ghosts, since they have fallen into hell, but they still maintain the power of Buddha for a lifetime, and there is no kind of anger that ordinary evil ghosts see.

The flint drill once again left Ye Tian's body, and boom, and several of the most dilapidated ancient temples collapsed between the shocks.

The flint diamond flew to Ye Tian's bitter sea again, and brought back a stone arm half a finger long, which simply regarded Ye Tian's bitter sea as his home.

"Who destroyed the ancient temple built by the Jizo Celestial Man?"

Many ghost monks who practiced in ancient temples had unkind faces, and when they saw the stone arm that was only half a finger long, an old monk showed a strange brilliance.

"Legend has it that the Jizo Celestials with boundless mana and wisdom were all in the middle of hell and fell into confusion, and once muttered, 'The stone man is one for nine points, and three points fall into hell', and no one could understand the meaning of the Jizo Celestial at that time.

Once the Tongtian Sect Master fell the Zhuxian Sword into hell during Lao Tzu's battle, but it fell in the place where the stone man's remnants were, and since then the Zhuxian Sword has fallen into hell for countless years. ”

The old monk's words shocked both Lin Chen and Fang Heng, but Ye Tian was clear and clear, the origin of the stone man was shocking, far beyond the realm of the ancestral immortal.

Even had the potential to reach the legendary emperor realm back then, but he failed at the last moment, his body collapsed, and the stone man was nine points, leaving eternal regrets.

"Since the stone man was born, he is naturally destined for the donor. ”

An old monk didn't say much, sighed and left.

And in Ye Tian's purple sea of bitterness, the phantom of a spirit stone man sits, holding a flint drill in his palm, but this spirit stone man looks a little illusory, only his legs and left arm are real, and the others are completely composed of illusory light.

After walking for five days away from the place where the Jizo Heavenly Beings were, the group finally arrived at the Nine Hidden Platforms.

The Nine Hidden Platforms are tall and condensed, looking like a volcano from a distance, the mountain is a layer of dark red, as if it is the traces left after the endless blood has dried up, and there is a unique depression and hideousness from a distance, which is difficult to forget.

Ye Tian directly led a group of people to cut through the world and appeared on the top of the mountain of Jiuyoutai, the huge giant mountain was completely empty, like a black hole left after a volcanic eruption, and rolling black clouds continued to emerge from it, making this place more and more gloomy and weird.

"Ahem!"

A coughing sound suddenly sounded behind Ye Tian and his party, and on this misty mountain peak, it looked weird and a little terrifying.

An old woman who was dying of old age came into the eyes of several people, the inconspicuous old woman was as thin as a straw, wearing a tattered shroud, and a pair of sunken eyes revealed a miserable blue light.

The hair I just bought was dry and thin, without a trace of shine, sparse, like withered grass before winter.

The old woman was still holding a mourning stick in her hand, and there were several ghosts lingering next to the mourning stick when she walked tremblingly.

"Who are you?"

Ye Tian frowned, a little unsure, this old woman who looked drooping and old, as if she had been dead for many years, did not look like the ancestor of the barbarians!

"Quack, I'm the ancestor of this little fat man. ”

The qi and blood on Ye Tian's body was like a volcano that could erupt at any time, so that the old woman didn't dare to get too close, but the words she said made the little fat man Fang Heng jump to his feet.

"I@%#¥Where did the evil ghost come out want to take advantage of my grandfather Niu? I'm your uncle. ”

"Woo!"

The mourning stick waved in an instant, and the ghost howl suddenly became extremely obvious, and in an instant, the little fat man Fang Heng was pulled away, all of which Ye Tian did not block, because he had already seen that the old woman who caused the deep did not mean to hurt the little fat man at all.

Although it is not normal to look at it, this old woman may indeed be the ancestor of the little fat man.

"You do have the breath of a barbarian in your body, so you should be the ancestor of the barbarian, we inadvertently entered hell, just enough to find a top-notch beast soul for this little fat man.

You must have had the most powerful beast soul back then, and this little fat man came to hell by chance, and it would be of great benefit to you to fuse a top-notch beast soul out of this hell. ”

Although Ye Tian's tone was flat, the old woman didn't dare to despise it, not to mention that she had this meaning herself.

The barbarian race has been in decline for a long time between this heaven and earth, although it is also one of the many races in the immortal realm, but it seems that there are some successors, and it is also a great luck for this old woman to meet the descendants of the barbarian race in hell.

"Quack!"

The old woman floated silently in front of the little fat man, and pinched Fang Heng's chubby cheeks with her doting hands, and the burnt palms like chicken claws made Fang Heng's hairs stand upside down, and he was simply complaining frantically in his heart, not wanting to be the most powerful beast soul, he forcibly beat the spirit immortal again.

"Ancestor doesn't know what kind of beast soul is the most powerful spirit! Is it the soul of the legendary holy beast, or is it the soul of the dragon celestial?"

"What do you want to do so much? ”

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