Ye Xingchen was shocked in his heart, and quickly swept towards the building.

This turned out to be an ancient temple, with a simple and natural style, and most of it was buried in the dust.

Ye Xingchen mobilized the true qi in his body, cleaned up the outer layer of sand and dust, and entered the temple.

The temple is very simple, only the futon and the table, in the center of the enshrinement of a statue, the statue is carved in rock, I don't know how long it has passed, it is full of cracks, the appearance is blurred, it is not real.

The statue has three eyes, four heads, and eight hands, and holds the sun, moon, treasure seal, and other weapons in its hands.

Ye Xingchen carefully identified it, and on the plaque on the door of the temple, he vaguely saw that the first word was "Dou", and the third word was "Yuan." ”

"What the hell is the statue of that god?" Ye Xingchen looked at the statue.

In ancient times, there were still occasional true gods in the primordial realm who came to the lower realm and purified all sentient beings, so many forces at that time were either founded by the true god or believed in a certain true god.

This underground cave is a remnant of the era before ancient times, and it is natural that the statue of the true god is enshrined in the power.

Ye Xingchen searched around the temple, but did not find any artifacts, it was empty.

He was a little disappointed, a temple dedicated to the true god should not have temple treasures.

Ye Xingchen sat on the futon with his ass, his originally impatient mood suddenly quieted down, his heart fell into an ethereal, and all kinds of martial arts insights in his mind came to his heart.

"This is ......" Ye Xingchen was shocked.

He got up from the futon, and his heart was ethereal.

He picked up the futon, looked at it carefully, and found nothing magical about the futon, it was an ordinary futon.

He sat down again, clear in his heart.

Ye Xingchen was pleasantly surprised in his heart, this kind of futon turned out to be an enlightenment futon, and there were sages who often sat on it, and after the vicissitudes of time, he was contaminated with the spirit of the sages, making him imperceptibly become a strange thing.

Ye Xingchen put away the enlightenment futon, this kind of strange thing cannot be measured by value, even the seventh-order treasure medicine can't be exchanged.

With this futon, he will be able to comprehend various martial arts and exercises, and the fourth level of "Heavenly Emperor's Creation and Transformation Gong" can also be further cultivated.

Ye Xingchen left the temple and continued to fly forward.

A day later, he finally walked out of the desert and saw the mountains and forests in front of him.

"It's finally out. Ye Xingchen let out a long breath.

One day's flight, with the sevenfold cultivation of his Dharma Phase Realm, the speed was like a rainbow, and he flew at least tens of thousands of miles.

The desert was so big that he guessed he might not have fallen into the central area, or he wouldn't be able to fly out for a day.

Ye Xingchen entered the mountains and forests, took out the map given to him by Elder Li, and inspected the terrain.

"This place, the map does not record it, it seems that it will take a lot of effort to find the elixir garden that Elder Li said. Ye Xingchen put away the map and walked towards the depths of the mountains and forests.

Suddenly, he stopped, found a place to gather his breath, and ducked.

"Huh!"

Several figures landed on the ground, all dressed in black, their eyes full of blood.

"Demon Gate Martial Artist!" said Ye Xingchen in the dark.

"Old Eight, are you sure this is this place?" the young warrior at the head asked in a deep voice.

Lao Ba opened the map in his hand, looked at it, and said, "The map given to us by the young master, where the Yuan Lingcao is recorded, is located in the depths of this mountain range, in an ancient cemetery. ”

"In that case, let's hurry to that ancient cemetery and take the Yuan Spirit Grass. "Said the leader of the martial arts.

The figures of several people flashed and flew towards the depths of the mountain range.

Ye Xingchen walked out of the darkness after they left.

"Demon Gate Martial Artist, Yuan Ling Cao!" Ye Xingchen was thoughtful, he looked at the direction in which several martial artists had left, and chased after him.

Yuan Spirit Grass is a fifth-order high-grade spirit grass, which can not only help martial artists improve their cultivation, but also improve the quality of martial artists' legal appearance, which is one of the elixirs that Ye Xingchen currently needs.

He secretly followed, and when he found the Yuan Ling Grass, he would snatch it again, and he didn't have the slightest psychological burden to kill these demon martial artists.

"The young master they just mentioned is the one of the five young masters of the Demon Gate?" Ye Xingchen thought as he followed.

He has seen the five young masters of the Demon Gate, Xuan Qing and the ancient ghost, and the other three young masters, he has only seen the names on the stone tablet of the ground list, and he has not seen the real face.

The five young masters of the Demon Gate were ranked in the top twenty on the land list, and they did not enter the top ten, at that time, Ye Xingchen had some doubts in his heart, with the power of the Demon Gate, how could they not cultivate the top ten martial artists on the land list, and now it seems that they must have hidden their cultivation.

Because the few people just now all have the strength to reach the top 30 on the list.

The five young masters of the Demon Sect, as one of the helmsmen of the Demon Gate in the future, it is impossible for him to cultivate to be a disciple who is not comparable to the Martial Mansion.

The men walked around the mountains for hours before finally finding the necropolis.

At night, the moon hangs high, and the ancient cemetery is dark and eerie.

The crows, standing on the tombstones, on the graves, are chirping violently, making the ancient cemetery more and more weird, making people retreat in their hearts.

"It's this ancient cemetery, and there is a spiritual land in the depths of the cemetery, where Yuan Ling Grass grows. The eighth looked at the map and pointed to the ancient tomb tunnel.

"This ancient cemetery has existed for a long time, there shouldn't be any thousand-year-old corpses!" said one of them.

"Haha, Seventh, your guts are still so small. Someone scoffed.

Lao Qi said: "I'm cautious, if there is an old corpse that has grown into essence for thousands of years or even ten thousand years, we can't escape if we want to." ”

"Old Seven, don't worry, this is just an ancient cemetery, I don't know how many years it has existed, even if there is a corpse of a powerful martial artist, it will have long since decayed. "Said the leader of the martial arts.

Several people walked towards the ancient cemetery, and soon came to the depths of the ancient cemetery.

"There are a lot of Yuan Spirit Grasses, these have made a fortune. Several people said excitedly.

"Haha, with these Yuan Spirit Grasses, our cultivation can go further, and it will not be a problem to break through to the Little Heaven Realm. ”

"Don't talk too much, hurry up and finish harvesting these Yuan Spirit Grass. "Said the leader of the martial arts.

"It's a pity that Twelve and Thirteen died in the Blood Demon Tree area, otherwise they would have been able to come to the underground palace together. Lao Qi sighed and said.

"Hmph, don't let me know who killed Twelve and Thirteen, or I'll let him live rather than die. "Said the leader of the martial arts.

"Ahem, I was the one who killed Thirteen and Twelve. Ye Xingchen walked out of the darkness.

"Who?"

"Hell!"

The leader of the martial artist and Lao Qi shouted at the same time.

"Old Seven, you don't have to be afraid, you are a martial artist in the Martial Mansion. "Old Badao.

The clothes Ye Xingchen wore were the clothes of the disciples of the Martial Mansion, which were also blue, like the undulating sea in the dark night.

"Do it, kill him!" said the leading warrior.

(End of chapter)