The source of the Great Abyss of Longze,.

Three days later, the source of Longze Dayuan appeared in front of him, and Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In the past three days, countless people have poured into the calm Longze Abyss, many of whom have come for Ye Sheng, wanting to find Ye Sheng's traces, like the Heavenly Demon Holy Land to report.

In the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, countless people, demons, and spirits of plants and trees all entered the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, and the entire Heavenly Demon Holy Land was divided into two, one part continued to capture the divine beast Qilin, and the other came to kill Ye Sheng.

The people or demons who came to kill Ye Sheng were very powerful, the sixth layer of the Void Realm, the seventh layer of the Void Realm, the eighty percent of the Void Realm, and so on......

Ye Sheng defeated the six Void Realms and killed five, which had already attracted the attention of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

No one dared to underestimate Ye Sheng.

Their influx made it a little difficult for Ye Sheng to hurry, and he didn't want to continue to clash with the Heavenly Demon Holy Land without breaking through the fourth layer of the Void Realm.

Ye Sheng hid himself, used the keen perception of the Void Great Demon King, avoided them, and came to the source of the Longze Great Abyss.

A fiery red sycamore forest appeared in front of Ye Sheng's eyes.

Ye Sheng's spirit was shocked and said, "It's finally here." ”

The Void Great Demon King said happily: "Ye Sheng, your opportunity to break through the fourth layer of the Void Realm is here. ”

Ye Sheng nodded, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and strode over.

The sycamore forest is at the source of the Longze Abyss, and countless thick rhizomes are rooted in the Longze Abyss, and some of the sycamores are incredibly large, beyond Ye Sheng's imagination.

Three hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years......

Even in the very center, Ye Sheng vaguely saw a 5,000-year-old sycamore, ancient, vicissitudes, and huge leaves, but for some reason, this sycamore did not become a sperm.

Rustle!

Ye Sheng stepped on the maple leaves, making a sound, and the entire sycamore forest was covered with maple leaves, layer by layer, the decay at the bottom, the fresh fall, and so on.

Ye Sheng's steps were light, stepping on the maple leaves, walking unhurriedly, vigilant around.

The closer he got to the center of the Sycamore Forest, the more cautious Ye Sheng became, and the joy in his heart was contained.

After walking for two hours, Ye Sheng saw the huge sycamore.

The huge sycamore occupies an area of more than ten miles in a radius, and under the shadow cover, there is no second sycamore alive nearby.

Ye Sheng saw the sycamore, and he also saw the people.

Under the huge sycamore, a young man was looking up at the sycamore with his hands folded.

This is a monk.

A young monk.

A young monk who has cultivated well.

Void realm cultivation, what level is specific, Ye Sheng didn't even see it for a while.

Wearing a crescent-white robe, he is extremely handsome, this is still a monk with a very beautiful appearance and a handsome face.

The young monk folded his hands, closed his eyes, and looked at the huge sycamore with a reverent expression.

Ye Sheng walked slowly, he must have heard it.

But he didn't make the slightest movement, still looking up at the sycamore.

Ye Sheng walked to his side, only a hundred meters away, he was still defenseless, and he didn't seem to be worried about Ye Sheng sneaking up on him.

Ye Sheng did not sneak attack, a martial arts writer in his previous life told Ye Sheng that women, children, and monks on the rivers and lakes should not be provoked.

Since they dare to walk the rivers and lakes without defense, they must have their own means.

So Ye Sheng walked over and looked at the huge sycamore with a calm face.

The wind blows the leaves and shakes, sprinkled all over the ground, Ye Sheng and the handsome monk are speechless to each other, and there is a kind of quiet beauty under the sycamore leaves in the sky.

"Under the baptism of time, the ancient tree just told me sadly and indignantly that its vitality has been plundered. Suddenly, the handsome monk spoke.

Ye Sheng closed his eyes and listened quietly, there was a kind of speechless grief and indignation in the world around him.

This huge sycamore is crying, its unwillingness, its grievances, its grief and indignation......

The young and handsome monk didn't care about Ye Sheng's non-answer, but continued: "It has been born for 5,400 years, from a seed, to today's towering tree, from ignorance, to the first acquaintance with this world, it is all here, never left, never harmed others, and never had any bad intentions. ”

Ye Sheng opened his eyes and said, "But it's still dead." ”

The young and handsome monk nodded and said, "It died, it died a month ago, it died quietly, and there was no sadness in the world of death." ”

Ye Sheng stepped forward and reached out to stroke the skin of this sycamore.

Old, rough, that's the first feeling.

Hot!

Fiery!

This is the second sense.

And the second feeling quickly overshadowed the first.

Sycamore is dead.

It died in the heat.

It was unbelievably hot, Ye Sheng raised his head and saw a united realm.

The phoenix perches on the sycamore tree and performs nirvana, taking away the spirituality of this sycamore tree.

"It has ten years left, and in ten years, it can transform into a leader, a miracle in the world. "The young and handsome monk said.

His expression was very calm, as if he was saying something ordinary, but his tone was so heavy that Ye Sheng could feel his grief and indignation.

"Where are you a monk?" Ye Sheng asked.

"Dalin Temple, wood monk. The young and handsome monk nodded lightly and said, "Ye Sheng's donor is good." ”

"Do you know me?" Ye Sheng said in surprise.

"Dalin Temple is not a small force, Ye Sheng, who is famous in the Central Plains, and the little monk still knows him. "Wood monk said.

"Monk, you just said so much, that is, you know what is going on here?" Ye Sheng asked with his hands behind his back.

"The little monk knows. The wood monk nodded.

"Does anyone else know besides you?" Ye Sheng asked, looking at the young and handsome monk.

"No, only the little monk. The wood monk shook his head.

"You're the only one, do you want a phoenix?" Ye Sheng immediately asked.

"I don't want a phoenix, but I want the life of a phoenix to make amends for this sycamore tree. The wood monk whispered.

"I want the phoenix, how about I kill the phoenix for you?" Ye Sheng smiled faintly and said.

The little monk accepted the plane tree's request, solved the phoenix for it, and then gave the follow-up gifts to the little monk, which was a deal. The wood monk shook his head.

Ye Sheng smiled and said, "That is, we have to fight to resolve the dispute between us, and I will decide the origin of Phoenix Nirvana." ”

"The little monk also wants to ask for advice, how powerful is the world-famous Ye Sheng benefactor?" said the wood monk with a serious face, and the monk's robe slowly puffed up.

"It's better than you think, you can give it a try. Ye Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he stepped out, and the wind and clouds surged behind him, rolling up the maple leaves and falling like rain, sprinkling them one after another, which was very spectacular.

The wood monk folded his hands together and said, "Ye Sheng's donor, the little monk begged for mercy." ”