At the altar at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Chen buried his head and sat quietly, his messy white hair covering his old face.

He is like a statue carved out of stone, motionless, and occasionally moving, it will affect the sound of chains colliding.

He should be a dragon soaring for nine days, but at this moment he is worse than an ant, and he will be at the bottom of this dark five-finger mountain, carved by the ruthless years.

The seal of the Buddha's body is too strong, supported by infinite mental power, and this kind of imprisonment cannot be broken unless the emperor soldiers.

It's a pity that he doesn't have an imperial soldier and can't break this ban.

Unless someone with imperial soldiers bombarded Wuzhi Mountain from outside.

It's just that the super great sects and ancient races with extreme Dao emperor weapons have all proclaimed themselves, and the remaining third- and fifth-rate forces will not have that level of emperor soldiers at all.

Even if he had, he would probably not risk provoking the Buddha to save him, he didn't have that much face.

When the wind was blowing, his body trembled slightly, and his already sluggish breath was depressed a little, and his already old form was even more twilight, and there was a dead air that seemed to be looming.

In an instant, his cultivation finally fell from the quasi-saint to the emperor realm, without warning, but it was expected.

Zhou Tian's evolution is too weird, even if you don't use this method, your cultivation will fall, and your longevity will decrease, and it will dissolve your cultivation for longevity all the time.

If it moves again in vain, its backlash will be accelerated, more and more at a time, and it will be irresistible.

The unchanging truths of ancient times, the domineering secret arts, all have a domineering backlash, and they are extremely violent.

And he is a bloody example, all the way to break the sky, touch taboos, and the backlash is also tragic, and he has gradually been devastated.

The Great Ding Buzzed, the Immortal Fire and the Heavenly Thunder also turned into a dragon form and roared in the Danhai, all screaming for him.

But these are to no avail, they are also like Ye Chen, suppressed by the Buddha, and it is difficult to break through the confinement.

Quietly, night fell again, and everything was silent.

In the void, a figure came across the sky, dressed sloppily, a bearded and old-fashioned, with unkempt hair.

It was Yan Lao Road, which fell at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

"The Buddha sealed, and the fruit is domineering. Yan Laodao raised his head and glanced at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.

After that, he looked at the bottom of the mountain, as if he could see Ye Chen inside, "It's not good to provoke anyone, I want to provoke the Buddha." ”

"I don't need his mercy. Ye Chen's words were plain, and his eyes were calm, "Even if he seals me to death, I still won't bow to the Buddha." ”

"Is the Holy Body vein so strong?" Yan Laodao shook his head with a sigh, his mouth full of sighs.

As he spoke, he waved his sword and cut out a three-zhang stone tablet and stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, "I will go to find the old family, I hope you can still hold on until that time, if you can't hold it, this stone tablet is your tombstone." ”

"Thank you. Ye Chen smiled, with vicissitudes.

Yan Laodao sighed again, turned around and went to the void sky.

Heaven and earth, once again returned to tranquility, only the fallen leaves, fluttering with the wind, lapping on the Wuzhi Mountain.

Ye Chen's eyelids trembled, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, motionless at the bottom of the dark mountain.

He slept for three days, and he did not wake up.

During the three days, there were still people coming, threes and threes.

Most of them are an old man with a junior, their cultivation is not high, and they want to see the true face of the Holy Body.

"Grandpa, is the person pressing down the mountain really powerful?" A simple young man looked at his elders, with clear eyes and innocent eyes.

"He is a holy body, invincible in the same rank, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, and his legends are all myths. The old monk smiled and touched the boy's little head, his eyes full of kindness.

"The Eucharist is pitiful, mercilessly suppressed. ”

"Get out, get out. The shouts began, the fierce gods were vicious, and more than a dozen young people stepped into the sky, arrogant and domineering.

Seeing this, the old cultivators hurriedly retreated with their juniors, for fear of being angered and causing death.

Looking at the dozen or so young people, they are not from one force, but from multiple forces, and their cultivation is all quasi-saintly.

"Ye Chen, you also have today. More than a dozen young people had fierce faces, hideous expressions, gritting their teeth, and they couldn't wait to drag Ye Chen out and tear him apart.

"Ouch, and the tombstones. More than a dozen young people saw the tombstone at the foot of the mountain, laughing and playing.

"Come, come, water. A purple-haired young man stepped forward, unbuckled his belt, and took out his little brother.

In an instant, the sound of sparse water sounded, and the urine of the purple-haired young man was also sprayed on the tombstone.

"It's so emotional, I'll come too. The others bared their white teeth and laughed grimly.

"Even if it's sealed, it won't make you feel better. ”

The sound of water rose again, accompanied by unbridled laughter, "Ye Chen, this tastes good, it's for you." ”

"Grandpa, they... The honest young man not far away, his little face was full of anger, but he was dragged.

"We can't afford to mess with it. The old monk covered the young man's mouth and dragged him away, although he was also extremely angry, but he was powerless to take care of them, they were all weak.

At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen young people shivered, lifted their pants, spat and scolded, and laughed away.

Such a cool thing was spread by them, and those who had a grudge against Ye Chen suddenly brightened their eyes.

Peeing in front of the Eucharistic tombstone, just listening to it, is extremely enjoyable, and I am crazy with excitement just thinking about it.

So, at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, there were more figures.

There are always some people, either in groups of three or in teams of five, who come to Wuzhi Mountain to pee.

It is really the enemy of Qingyishui, and there is no shortage of people from the forces of Taiqing Palace, Heavenly Punishment Holy Land, and Cangling Palace.

The monks of the Quartet sighed, the Holy Communion, created one myth after another, but now it is so miserable.

It's really the wind and the sun, the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, this world is like this, naked irony.

The existence of Wuzhi Mountain makes people feel inexplicably sad, it is sad for Ye Chen, and it is also sad for the world.

These evil things lasted for a month before they gradually subsided, and without Ye Chen's response, those people felt bored, and the people who came gradually became scarce.

It was another peaceful night, and Ye Chen, who was sleeping, opened his eyes for the first time and looked out of Wuzhi Mountain.

Someone came outside the mountain, it was a peerless woman, covered with plain yarn, white clothes out of the dust, unable to see the true face, only to see the eyes clear and clean, but indifferent, three thousand green silk moved without wind, and the wisps were dyed with Shenxia.

Isn't she the tearless fairy of Nian Ci'an?

In the past, in order to find Chu Xuan, Ye Chen went to Nianci'an, went crazy, and almost killed her.

As he spoke, the tearless fairy had fallen down the mountain, first glanced at the Buddha scroll on the top of the Five Finger Mountain, and then looked sideways at the tombstone where Yan Lao Dao was standing.

The tombstone is drenched, but it is the smell of urine.

"Fairy, can you tell me about your goddess. Ye Chen raised his head, his voice was hoarse, old and vicissitudes, his eyes were dim, and he quietly looked at the tearless fairy.

"She forgot her name and became holy at the age of 100, and she is the most amazing Taishang immortal body since the establishment of the city without tears. The tearless fairy opened her lips slightly, revealing light words, like the heavenly sounds of the nine heavens, which is very beautiful.

"She has hobbies. Ye Chen had tears in his eyes.

"When the night is quiet, I like to stand on the top of the mountain and look up at the ethereal. ”

"Under the moon, she should be very beautiful, holy and immaculate. ”

"As you say. The tearless fairy's eyes were quiet, and before the words fell, she turned around and walked into the night.

"If the fairy goes back in the new year, can you bring a word to your goddess, just say: There is a person named Ye Chen, who has never forgotten her, and is waiting for her to come home. ”

"Too forgetful, no tears... It's ruthless. The tearless fairy's reply was ethereal, just like her eyes, quiet and without waves.