The tearless fairy left, and Ye Chen's tears finally swept across the old face and soaked his beard.

In the hazy tears, you can still see two beautiful shadows in a trance, both wearing colorful fairy clothes and wearing phoenix jade beads.

The bottom of the five-fingered mountain was dark, and he closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep, like a statue not moving at all.

The desolation is still the desolation, and there may be no more desolate ancient holy bodies to create myths, and it is much quieter than in the past.

However, there are still so many enemies who are coming, most of them are in a bad mood and come here to vent.

But Wuzhi Mountain was lonely and did not receive the slightest response.

Ye Chen fell asleep, and he didn't wake up after sleeping for a long time.

Day and night change, day and night cycle, the years are changing.

In the third year, there was a shadow that came to the bottom of the mountain, dressed in black and wearing a black cloak, like a female killer, her face was not peerless, but she was also beautiful.

She is from the Red Flame Mercenary Group in the Southern Regions, a good girl, but she has a nonsense name: Kill the sky.

In the past, Ye Chen invited Chiyan to help him in order to attack the Kunpeng Clan's mines, and there was a deal between them.

She paused for a long time before sighing and leaving.

In the fourth year after her, a male and female cultivators came to the foot of the mountain, and their cultivators were all saints.

This is also an acquaintance, and it is two of the ancestors of the Ancient Star Tianfu Divine Dynasty: Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue Fairy.

In the past, in order to find the reincarnation, Ye Chen and Yan Laodao met the ancient star on the road and participated in the auction.

It was there that Ye Chen saw the statue of the Eastern Emperor for the first time, and it was there that he found the reincarnated Biyou, and for this reason, he also provoked Hua Tiandu and the Ghost Emperor Shenzi, causing a series of troubles.

Forget the ancient Star Tianfu Divine Dynasty, and have a great relationship with the Eastern Emperor.

Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue Fairy listened to Ye Chen's words, so they went on the road to find Donghuang's concubine.

They haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, and they have found the wilderness.

It's a pity that they didn't find the concubine of the Eastern Emperor, but they heard the legend of Ye Chen and was pressed on Wuzhi Mountain.

The two of them called for a long time, and they also bombarded Wuzhi Mountain for a long time, but they didn't see Ye Chen respond at all.

Qingyue Fairy and Dongyang Zhenren frowned, looked up at the Buddha scroll on the top of the mountain, and then glanced at each other.

The two of them immediately turned around, coming and going as fast as they came.

If you can't open the seal, it won't help if you stay any longer, and with this kung fu, it's better to find a great supernatural person.

Ye Chen was still asleep, and his body was covered with a layer of dust.

After seven years of sleep, his cultivation has fallen from the peak of the Imperial Realm to the fifth level of the Imperial Realm, and his lifespan has also decreased.

Zhou Tian's backlash continued, like a flame, it was only finished if he was burned off bit by bit.

He seemed too tired to wake up.

Spring goes to winter, and in the blink of an eye, it is another three winters and summers.

In the tenth year, an old man came with a wine jar, and when he took a closer look, it was the old emperor who was fishing.

In the past, Ye Chen chased and killed Zhiyang, but he didn't save face for him, a quasi-emperor, and he is still quite embarrassed.

However, this time he did not come to Ye Chen to settle the score, but put a pot of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.

With a deep sigh, he also walked away with his hands in his hands.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to glance at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of Wuzhi Mountain, which was still shining with bright Buddha light.

It was the seal of the Buddha, and the non-extreme emperor soldiers could not break it, even if he was quasi-emperor-level, he was also powerless.

It's a long time again, and ten years of flowers are blooming.

On the horizon, someone is coming, and it is also an old man in the twilight.

The old man was Xiao Yan, who was an elder of the Taiqing Palace, and when he entered the Taiqing Palace, he also killed Yin Chong, and he met Ye Chen because of the secret method of changing the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Yan fell, but he was also silent, he was able to get revenge, all thanks to Ye Chen, if it wasn't for Ye Chen's abolition of Yin Chong, he would not have been able to kill the enemy.

Although it was just a transaction, he was still grateful to Ye Chen, and when he saw him being suppressed, he couldn't help but sigh.

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

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

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

Ruotian Vermilion Bird came, standing at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, silent for a long time, its expression was extremely ugly.

That year, she left Phoenix Valley and found an old mountain to seal herself, and this seal was more than 30 years.

When she woke up again, she didn't wait for Xuanchen, but she heard too many myths about Ye Chen, so she rushed here.

Looking at Wuzhi Mountain quietly, her eyes were in a trance.

She was shocked, and she was also amazed, shocked that the little guy in the past was so terrifying, and she was also amazed at Ye Chen's earth-shattering actions along the way, every one of which was a myth.

But what she felt in her heart was more sad, he who had fought for the blood of the people of the Ten Thousand Domains, ended up so miserable, and was pressed on Wuzhi Mountain, but no one cared about him.

She was also helpless about the Buddha's seal.

After several calls, she turned around and wanted to find a major cultivator to help Ye Chen escape from the suppression of Wuzhi Mountain.

The years go on, and the time is getting old.

Ten years of spring and autumn.

Twenty years of winter and summer.

Thirty years of flowers blooming and falling.

The world has been quiet for nearly a hundred years.

He has been pressed for a hundred years, but he has also slept for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, around Wuzhi Mountain, there are weeds, and the side of the tombstone is also barren grass, and even the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of the mountain is also covered with the dust of time.

A hundred years has been too long, and the world has gradually neglected the Five Fingers Mountain, and also forgot the holy body that was pressed at the bottom of the mountain.

His legends and myths are being lost to time.

Occasionally, when someone mentions it, they will think of Wuzhi Mountain.

Occasionally, when someone passes by, they will remember that there is still a holy body in Wuzhi Mountain, and I don't know if it is still alive.

The elders sighed and couldn't help but mourn for the Eucharist.

The younger generation is in awe, and will bow to the Five Fingers Mountain, and what is pressed under the mountain is an amazing senior.

Even after a hundred years, there are many talents in the Xuanhuang Continent, but no one has broken his record back then.

At the bottom of the five-fingered mountain, it is dark and dark, cold and lonely.

The old altar was dusty, and the chains were rusty.

Zhou Tian was ruthless and cultivated him to the Human Yuan Realm.

The years are like knives, carving his body into the skin.

The heavy dust, layer upon layer, seemed to bury him, and at the bottom of this dark mountain was his grave.

It's night again, the starry sky is vast, and the broken stars are like dust.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth drifted with snow, and the snow flew, adding a white robe to the silent night.

The snow covered the Five Finger Mountain, and occasionally one or two would float into the bottom of the mountain and fall on him.

In the next moment, I heard the crisp crash of the iron chain.

He woke up, after a hundred years, and finally woke up.

His eyes were cloudy, dull to the point of dullness, his skin was wrinkled, his body was rickety, and he was old and lifeless, as if he was about to sink into the earth in the next moment.

He sat with his head buried in silence, surrounded by death, the breeze rolling the snow and the cold.

"I don't need your mercy, and I will carry death until Da Chu returns. His voice was hoarse, with vicissitudes.

Outside the mountain, the snow was falling, and some people came by stepping on the snow.

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

Her eyes were clear, and her long hair flowed like water waves, and the wisps were dyed with holy shenxia.

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

Her eyes are indifferent, and there is no emotion on her little cheeks, like an immortal who sees through the red dust, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and does not provoke the dust of the world.

To say that this girl is very familiar, exactly the same as the Nine Immortals of the Emperor Family, but not the Nine Immortals of the Emperor.

Although she is a girl, she is not young, more than 300 years old, and the reason why she maintains the appearance of a girl is because of the exercises she cultivates, which are ancient and mysterious.

Ye Chen had already raised his head and looked at the white-clothed girl who was carrying the piano in a daze, her cloudy eyes were covered with tears.

Xi Yan, that's Xi Yan, his apprentice Ye Chen.

He didn't have to do the math, he could recognize her at a glance.

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

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

In the army of heavenly demons, she died on Ji Ningshuang's back, calling his name and smiling tenderly at him.

In the dimness, he seemed to be able to see a playful little girl, dazzling at him, grinning at him, smiling innocently and carefree.

He thought too much about the reunion with Xiyan, but he didn't expect that it would be like this.

"Xiyan. Ye Chen opened his mouth, but he choked up, with only two words, and the words were endless.

But Xi Yan couldn't hear her words, so she just stood quietly at the bottom of the mountain, only looking at his tombstone quietly.

For some reason, when she came here and looked at the words on the tablet, she suddenly felt very painful and wanted to cry inexplicably.

"Is the Ancient Holy Body crushed under this mountain? When I first came to Xuan Huang, he was the one who heard the most. A faint smile sounded, and it came from a purple-haired young man beside Xi Yan, with a strong blood vein and a vision.

Xiyan was silent, still looking at Ye Chen's tombstone, the word Ye Chen on the tablet looked very dazzling.

The reincarnated woman is very different from her in her previous life, she was eccentric in her previous life, but she is as cold as ice in this life.

"It's a pity that I didn't get a few tricks with the Holy Sacrament. The purple-haired young man was still talking, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his eyes were full of playfulness, "If he is here, I will suppress it with one palm." ”

"Can you open the blood limit?" said Xi Yan softly.

"I ...... ”

"Did you induce the Four Emperors Tribulation?"

"I ...... ”

"Have you escaped being wanted by all races?"

"I ....... ”

"Do you dare to rebel against the great sun?"

"I ...... ”

Reincarnated Xiyan, every word is plain, but the purple-haired young man on the side of the top is speechless for a while.

The deeds she spoke of were all legends of the Eucharist, and each one was a myth, and no one has been able to 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 the sake of a holy body, she would have resisted him like this, if it weren't for his mentality, she would have spurted blood a long time ago.

When the two were talking, Ye Chen at the bottom of the mountain had vomited blood.

He wanted to sacrifice the memory immortal light and unlock the ban on his previous life for Xiyan, but because of the seal, he couldn't sacrifice it.

Not only that, but when he fell, he lost even his divine sense, and his words could not be heard outside.

His cloudy eyes were covered with bloodshots.

It's hard to meet, if you miss it, most of them will be separated forever, and it will be a sad regret.

But the seal of the Buddha is too strong, and he is sealed to death.

When he had nothing else to do, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Immediately, he reached into his arms and took out a piece of jade slip from the inside, which was sealed with memory fairy light, just crush the jade slip, and the same immortal light could be sacrificed.

What made him powerless was that now he had no power to restrain the chicken, and he couldn't even crush the jade slip, so he couldn't use his strength.

Helplessly, he held the jade slip in both hands and held it in front of his mouth.

He's biting with his mouth, like a dog... gnawing bones.

His mouth was full of blood, and his teeth were shattered.

After all, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and the jade slip was broken.

A ray of fairy light flew out and passed through the Five Fingers Mountain.