Chapter 1609 (1/2)

No tears fairy left, ye Chen full of tears, finally across the old face, soaked in beard.

Tears hazy, trance can see two beautiful images, all wearing colorful fairy clothes, all wearing Phoenix jade hairpin.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, like a statue motionless.

Xuanhuang or xuanhuang, Xu is no more ancient holy body to create myths, much quieter than in the past.

However, there are still so many enemies running, most of them are in a bad mood, running here to vent some.

But Wuzhishan is quiet and has not received any response.

Ye Chen a sleep, sleep for a long time did not wake up.

Day and night change, day and night.

In the third year, a beautiful figure came to the foot of the mountain, dressed in black clothes and black cloak, like a female killer. Her face was not unique, but she was also beautiful.

She is from the red flame mercenary group of southern regions. She is a good girl, but she has a ridiculous Name: kill the sky.

In the past, ye Chen asked ChiYan to help him to attack the Kunpeng mine. There was also a deal between them.

She stopped for a long time before she left with a sigh.

In the fourth year after her, a man and a woman came to the foot of the mountain, and their accomplishments were all saints.

This is also an acquaintance, but forget the two ancestors of the ancient star Tianfu God Dynasty: Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue fairy.

In the past year, ye Chen, together with Yan Laodao, ran into forgetting the ancient star and participated in the auction.

It was there that ye Chen saw the statue of the Eastern Emperor for the first time. It was there that he found biyou who was reincarnated. For this reason, he also provoked huatiandu and the ghost emperor and Shenzi and made a series of troubles.

Forget the ancient star Tianfu shenchao, and the Eastern Emperor has a great origin.

Dongyang immortal and Qingyue fairy were listening to Ye Chen's words, and then they set out to find the emperor's son.

Not seen in more than a hundred years, they also found xuanhuang.

Unfortunately, they did not find the emperor's legitimate son, but heard the legend of Ye Chen, was pressed in Wuzhi Mountain.

Two people call for a long time, also to the five finger mountain boom for a long time, do not see ye Chen has a little response.

The Moon Fairy of Qing Dynasty frowned with the immortal Dongyang and looked up at the Buddha scroll on the top of the mountain. Then they looked at each other.

They immediately turned around, coming and going quickly.

If you can't open the seal, it's useless to stay. If you have this skill, you'd better go to find a great magical power.

Ye Chen is still sleeping, his body covered with a layer of dust.

After seven years of deep sleep, his cultivation has fallen from the peak of the imperial realm to the five levels of the imperial realm, and his life span has also been reduced.

In the next week, if a group of flame, it is necessary to burn him down bit by bit.

He seemed too tired to wake up.

Spring to winter, blink of an eye, it is three winter and summer.

In the tenth year, an old man came with a wine jar. After a careful look, it was the old man who was fishing.

In the past, ye Chen chased Zhiyang and didn't save face for him. He was a quasi emperor, which is quite embarrassing.

However, this time he did not come to find Ye Chen for settlement, but put a pot of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.

With a dark sigh, he left with his hands in his hand.

He is still on the top of the mountain.

It's the seal of Buddha, which can't be broken by the non polar Dao emperor soldiers. Even if he's going to be emperor level, he's powerless.

It's a long time again, ten years of blossom.

In the sky, someone comes again. He is also an old man at dusk.

The old man was Xiao Yan, who was an elder of Taiqing palace. He entered Taiqing palace to kill Yin Zhong. He met Ye Chen because of the secret method of moving heaven and earth.

When Xiao Yan fell, he was silent. He owed all his revenge to Ye Chen. If ye Chen had not abolished Yin Chong, he would not have killed his enemy.

Although it was just a deal, he still thanks Ye Chen and sighs when he is pressed.

Late at night, he left, his back as bleak as that year, old and lonely, no spirit.

The thirtieth year is approaching, ye Chen is still sinking in the dreamland of years, the dust on his body is thick.

He was old, and his cultivation was reduced to the imperial realm.

If the sky rosefinch comes and stands at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, it looks very ugly without saying a word for a long time.

That year, she left the Phoenix Valley, and found an old mountain, which was more than 30 years old.

Wake up again, she did not wait for xuanchen, but listen to the myth of Ye Chen too much, this just came here.

Looking at Wuzhishan quietly, her eyes are in a trance.

She was shocked, also marveled, shocked the little guy in the past, was so terrible, and also marveled at Ye Chen's amazing behavior all the way, every one of them was a myth.

But her heart is more sad, once for the world of mortals, he was so miserable, was pressed five finger mountain, but no one paid attention to him.

She was helpless about the seal of Buddha.

After several calls, she turned to find a great practitioner to help Ye Chen escape the suppression of Wuzhishan.Time goes on, time is old.

Ten years of spring and autumn.

Twenty years of winter and summer.

Thirty years of flowering.

The world has been quiet for nearly a hundred years.

He was oppressed for a hundred years, but he also fell asleep for a hundred years.

Over the past hundred years, the Wuzhi Mountain has been covered with weeds, and the tombstone is full of wild grass. Even the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain has been covered with dust of years.

For a long time in the world, the world gradually ignored Wuzhishan and forgot the holy body at the bottom of the mountain.

His legend and myth are being covered by time.

Occasionally someone mentioned, will think of Wuzhishan.

Occasionally someone passing by, will think of Wuzhishan still pressed a sacred body, I do not know whether it is still in the world.

The old man sighed and couldn't help mourning for the holy body.