Chapter 1608 (1/2)

At the altar at the bottom of the mountain, ye Chen buried his head and sat quietly, his gray hair covered his old face.

He is like a stone statue, motionless, occasionally move, will affect the sound of iron chain collision.

He should be a dragon soaring for nine days, but now he is not as good as a mole ant. At the bottom of the five finger mountain, he will be carved into pieces by merciless years.

The seal of Buddha's mind is too strong, which is supported by infinite thinking power. This kind of confinement cannot be broken by the emperor.

Unfortunately, he had no Imperial troops and could not break the ban.

Unless someone with Imperial troops bombards Wuzhishan from outside.

However, the super religions and the ancient races with the tools of Jidao have become self appointed. The remaining three or five stream forces will not have any imperial soldiers of that level.

Even if there is, most of them will not save him at the cost of provoking the Buddha. He does not have so much face.

When the wind blows, his body trembles, and his breath, which is already dispirited, is a bit depressed. His old form is even more old, and there is a dead breath that seems to be hidden.

In a flash, his cultivation finally fell from the quasi saint to the imperial realm, without warning, but in anticipation.

Zhou Tian's evolution is too weird. Even if you don't use this method, your accomplishments will fall and your longevity will decrease. It will resolve the cultivation of Shouyuan all the time.

If you make a rash move on the next day, the speed of its phagocytosis will be accelerated, even more once, and irresistible.

The unchanging truth, the domineering secret arts and supernatural powers of the ancient times all have the tyrannical counterattack, extremely fierce.

He is a bloody example. All the way through, he is breaking through the mysteries of heaven and touching taboos. His reversion is also tragic, which has gradually devastated him.

Big Ding buzzing, immortal fire and sky thunder also turned into dragon shape and roared in the Danhai sea, all of them were lamenting for him.

But these, all of which are of no help. They are like Ye Chen. They are oppressed by the Buddha and difficult to break through the confinement.

Quietly, the night came again and all was quiet.

In the void, a figure comes from the sky. He is dressed in a slovenly way. He is an old man with a big beard and a shaggy hair.

That's Yan Laodao. It fell at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

”The seal of Buddha is tyrannical.” He looked up at the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.

After saying that, he just looked to the bottom of the mountain, as if to see its inner leaf Chen, ”who is not good to provoke, but to provoke the Buddha.”

”I don't need his mercy.” Ye Chen's words were flat and light, and her eyes were flat and quiet, ”even if he sealed me to death, I would still not bow to the Buddha.”

”Is it all the same Yan Laodao sighed and shook his head. His mouth was full of sighs.

Said, he wielded a sword to cut out a three Zhang stone tablet, standing at the foot of the Wuzhi Mountain, ”I will go to find my hometown, I hope you can hold on to that time, if not, this stone tablet is your tombstone.”

Thank you very much Ye Chen smiles with vicissitudes.

Yan Laodao sighed again and turned to the empty sky.

Heaven and earth, once again return to peace, only Susu leaves, fluttering with the wind, slapping on the Wuzhi Mountain.

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

For three days, he did not wake up.

Three days later, there were still people coming, in twos and threes.

Most of them are old people with a younger generation. Their accomplishments are not high, and they are tired. They want to see the true face of the holy body.

”Granddad, are the people under pressure really fierce?” A simple and honest youth, looking at their own elders, lingche's big eyes, innocent.

”He is the holy body, invincible at the same level, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor. His legends are all myths.” The old monk smiles and touches the young man's head with kindness.

”It's merciless, it's a holy body.”

”Go away, all of you.” A dozen young people stepped on the sky, arrogant and despotic.