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Hearing this, Ye Chen was stunned again, and hurriedly closed his gaze from that side, muttering in his heart, she knew that Beisheng was a woman? Can she recognize me? She knows that I robbed Beisheng?

This surprised him, no one here knew that Beisheng was a woman, and no one knew that he robbed Beisheng, and no one recognized him, but she seemed to know everything.

Two or three seconds later, he turned his head sideways to look at Ji Ningshuang again, she had already sat down, spread the wordless book on her knees, and was very diligent in reading, a nerd.

He was very sure that even after three years, she still hadn't unlocked the memory ban, because the real Ji Ningshuang would never wink at him, nor smile at him like that.

"The past is too bitter, it's good to be your Yaochi. Ye Chen closed his eyes again, turned around slowly, and disappeared on the top of the mountain in one step, ignoring the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage.

Xiao Jiuxian could see it, but when he looked back, he didn't see Ye Chen: What about people?

Ye Chen went to the depths again, there were still many people in the depths, not all of them were watching the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage, such as some old guys, who had gone to the depths of the ruins to seek opportunities.

In the middle of the night, the battle between the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage ended, and the combat strength was shoulder to shoulder, and there was no victory or defeat.

The ruins calmed down a lot, and after watching a big battle, the monks dispersed again and continued to wander around the ruins, many people found an opportunity, and many people died.

When the full moon was in the sky, Ye Chen stepped across a sea and found a temple in the depths of the sea.

The temple was dilapidated, very ancient, covered with the dust of time, and weeds could be seen everywhere, and the Buddha statue standing among them, with many cobwebs, still hung with compassion.

Ye Chen walked all the way to the back courtyard of the temple, and saw a person who was chanting and meditating under an ancient tree.

Xizun is the Buddha, really like an old monk sitting cross-legged, the Buddha light on his body is shining, there is a Buddha halo behind his head, even the prayer beads in his hand, also shining, each with Zen.

He is the Venerable of the Mysterious Western Desert, with the same name as the Southern Emperor and the Northern Sage, and he has the inheritance of the Buddha, which is incomprehensible, only knowing that the Buddhist scriptures recited in his mouth have melted too much supreme Buddhism.

Suddenly, Ye Chen's gaze moved from Xizun to the ancient tree behind Xizun.

The tree is very extraordinary, simple and natural, lush, the leaves do not stir up dust, and one or two pieces fall from time to time with the wind, and in the fall, turn into a ray of Buddha light, until it is invisible.

"The linden tree. Ye Chen murmured softly, as if he recognized the ancient tree, according to legend, the Buddha of Zen Gate was the emperor under the Bodhi tree, and the great day came, leaving an immortal inheritance.

The donor also recognizes the tree. Xizun opened his eyes, his eyes were like mirrors, reflecting the dirt.

"Yes. Ye Chen smiled slightly, glanced at his side, sat down on a dry well platform, and then took out the wine jug, "Xizun Guo is not simple, as rumored. ”

"The Ancient Holy Sacrament, too. Xizun chuckled, picked up a fallen leaf, bounced into the Buddha's light, and integrated into the Bodhi tree, and the entire Bodhi tree was dyed with the Buddha's path.

Ye Chen didn't say a word, but his eyes narrowed slightly, he was surprised that Xizun was able to reveal his identity, and looking at his indifferent demeanor, it seemed that he knew that he was the Ancient Holy Body.

Xizun still smiled lightly, his mirror-like eyes, looking at Ye Chen quietly, and the two of them looked at each other.

The dilapidated temple fell into calm, the breeze was light, and pieces of Bodhi fallen leaves slapped on the shoulders of Ye Chen and Xizun, both of them did not move at all, just looking at each other quietly.

I don't know when, I saw the two of them tremble together, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and Xizun was the same, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but it turned into Buddha light in an instant.

Yes, the two of them were fighting with their minds before, and the ending was no matter whether they won or lost, Xizun couldn't help Ye Chen, and Ye Chen still couldn't win against Xizun, and the Tao was on par with Buddhism.

Xizun got up, held the rosary in his hand, and slowly left, after he left, the Bodhi tree dissipated, "Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing originally, where to stir up dust." ”

"It's really Yaxing. Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and had a new definition of the strength of Xizun, which was not weak in the slightest, and the Southern Emperor, the Northern Saint and the Middle Emperor, could also stand side by side with the Eastern God.

As he spoke, he poured the last sip of wine, turned over and jumped into the dry well, this dilapidated temple, not only the Bodhi tree, a Buddhist Zen object, but also other secret treasures, in the dry well.

The previous battle of thoughts, the two tacitly, Ye Chen did not grab the Bodhi tree behind the Xizun seat, Xizun is the same, he already knew that there were treasures in the dry well, just because he realized Zen under the Bodhi tree, this is no time for him to care, since it is not up and down, the two of them will each get a thing.

Ye Chen had fallen in the dry well, there was no water in it, it was a cave mansion, with a radius of only thirty zhang, only a stone table, a stone chair and an ancient stone lamp on the table.

I don't know what age the cave is from, the vicissitudes of life are ancient, the dust of the years has covered its original face, and everything has been dusted, only the stone lamp, which is still burning a faint candle flame at the moment.

Ye Chen stepped forward, sat on the stone chair, and quietly looked at the stone lamp, more precisely, at its wick, it was a wisp of remnant soul, which had long since dissipated its senses, and only soul power remained.

Xu is too old, and the only trace of soul power left burned out in this moment, and the flickering candle flame was annihilated, leaving only the simple and natural stone lamp.

But Ye Chen clearly heard a sad sigh at the moment when the candle flame dissipated, and saw an ancient picture: it was a young man who integrated a wisp of soul into the stone lamp and lit an everlasting fire, and he sat there to guard it until the years made him white.

Ye Chen's mind was in a trance for a while, and he subconsciously took the stone lamp and held it in his hand to look at it carefully.

The stone lamp looked at it from the outside, it was not unusual, but when he opened the fairy eye and looked at it again, the qi and blood were extremely mysterious, and the stone that cast the stone lamp contained mysterious power in nature, which he had never seen before.

"Is this the legendary Soul Lamp?" Ye Chen seemed to recognize what this lamp was.

The legend of the Soul Lamp is that it is an ancient artifact that helps people rejuvenate their souls, and that they can give birth to new spirits by injecting a wisp of soul and burning the soul fire for a long time.

"A treasure indeed. Ye Chen chuckled and sealed the knot lamp into his body, compared to the Bodhi tree, this knot lamp is even more valuable, and the legendary thing will definitely win the heavens.

The treasure was obtained, he turned around and walked out of the cave, and did not forget to use the secret method to seal the cave.

He knew that in this cave, there must be a sad story, someone wanted to use the spirit lamp to revive the soul, but in the end he couldn't wait for the years, and he didn't wait for the person to return.

One last glance at the cave, he dodged out of the dry well and stepped out of the ruined temple.

This temple is really a place of chance, there is a Bodhi tree, and there is even a knot lamp, fortunately, this chance let him find it, and in the same way, Xizun is also lucky.

The ancient temple is calm, but outside the ancient temple is lively, there are people fighting, fighting for a small exquisite tower, the big war fluctuates a lot, the sky collapses, and the world is chaotic.

Besides, the two sides of the battle are not ordinary people, their combat power is shoulder to shoulder, their bloodlines are strong, and the most important thing is that Ye Chen still knows them, they are the gods of the witch clan and the gods of the demon clan.

"Boy, I've been looking for you for a long time. Ye Chen scolded secretly, and killed him with a mace.

The battle between the god son of the Wu clan and the god son of the demon clan was in full swing, and the fight was evenly matched, Ye Chen suddenly killed, and the god son of the demon clan was caught off guard and was swept out with a stick.

The form of the demon clan god son is miserable, flying upside down, the god's body is not broken, and the demon blood spurts out, every wisp is very dazzling, waiting to fix the body, and a mouthful of blood spurts out.

"I'll go. The god son of the Wu clan was surprised, and stopped at the time, looking at Ye Chen like a monster, the god son of the demon clan who could be beaten with a stick shattered, how strong should this guy be!