Amid the discussion, the rumbling sound never stopped, and one chase and one escape made a fuss, which turned upside down.

The night faded away at some point, until a ray of rays of light at dawn reflected, the rumbling sound disappeared, revealing the devastated earth and the empty sky surrounded by thin blood mist.

On the top of a mountain, Bei Sheng fell down in a panic. He chased him all night and didn't catch Ye Chen. What's even more ridiculous is that she still doesn't know who the other party is.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but stomp her feet and covered her blushing cheeks, "It's embarrassing."

At this moment, Ye Chen had already slipped out of the ancient ruins and appeared on the sea of ​​Honglianye. His holy body was beaten to pieces. Otherwise, what if the crazy woman was terrible? She was terrified.

"That girl must be crazy." She stuffed her healing pills into her mouth. This guy didn't forget to imagine her angry look. This was not only a treasure, but also a shame.

"I don't know you are a woman." Soon, this guy shook his head again, and found a good reason for himself, and took out the Northern Saint storage bag, smiling shamelessly.

Otherwise, what if it is the Northern Saint? Her storage bag is simply a treasure, not comparable to those of the God of Heavenly Punishment. Snatching her one is worth grabbing many.

He gathered the treasure, but only held a token in his hand. It was a token cast by white jade fairy gold. The fairy air was flowing, and the words "Jiu Li" were engraved on the back of the token.

"She is from the Jiuli tribe." Ye Chen murmured, his tone with deep meaning and surprise.

Jiuli, an extremely ancient race, went back to the source of this lineage, but at the same time as Taotie and Qiongqi, it was a major prince in the prehistoric period.

This is also the reason for Ye Chen's accident. According to legend, the Jiuli lineage has long been extinct over the years, and it is unknown that there is still a inheritance. If this is spread, the entire Xuanhuang Continent will be in an uproar.

"Did I mess with someone I shouldn't have messed with?" Ye Chen coughed dryly, and there was an urge to return the treasure to someone. This lineage was too scary and he couldn't afford it.

However, he finally gave up his thoughts and thought he was hiding very well. Bei Sheng was embarrassed to destroy his identity. There were so many people in the ruins, and God knew who robbed them. It would be right to think so.

Thinking to himself, he took the token of the Jiuli clan and stuffed a pill into his mouth again.

He had already thought about it and waited for a while before running in to rob. The sons and goddesses inside were rich and rich, and there were many old guys whose cultivation was suppressed, which made him a rare opportunity.

Just as he was thinking, Honglianye walked over to another person, with his mouth full of beard, his eyes empty and dull expression, he had come from the distant times, covered with the dust of time, and his vicissitudes of life.

He narrowed his eyes and saw who was walking in at a glance, but was it the Six Paths?

While speaking, the six paths had stopped outside the ancient ruins, as if they had never seen Ye Chen, just like a statue standing, motionless, with dull eyes, quietly looking at the ruins.

Ye Chen stepped forward and settled three feet away from the six paths, "You still remember Ye Chen."

A trace of confusion flashed in the six eyes, and a trace of pain flashed through them, and instantly turned into dullness.

Ye Chen did not give up, and mentioned many people and said a lot of things. Chu Xuan'er, Chu Ling'er, Da Chu, Hengyue Sect, hoped that through these, we could awaken some memories of the Six Paths.

However, the six paths are still six paths, and they do not move at all, and they have never turned back from beginning to end, and they are also speechless, like puppets, like walking corpses, no one should have emotions.

Ye Chen stopped talking and changed his way against the will of heaven. The six paths were backfired by time and space for too long. He had forgotten who he was, and he also forgot his ancient memories, and some were just confused.

The six realms are like the world, which rebelled against time and space, and did not know the meaning of their existence. They were like ghosts, wandering endlessly between heaven and earth, until the years grew old, and they truly returned to silence.

Ye Chen finally walked around the Six Paths. Even if he saw the vicissitudes of Six Paths, he felt distressed. He handed over a secret scroll, "This is given to you by the senior from the ancient city of Donghuang."

Liudaoduoduo raised his palm stiffly and took the secret scroll. The secret scroll instantly turned into a wisp of flying ashes. The ancient information sealed in the secret scroll was integrated into his divine sea.

At this point, the bodies of the Six Paths trembled, and their empty eyes flashed with confusion.

He turned around silently, and walked away step by step, his back was bleak and lonely. I don’t know how many years he has been wandering in this world. In the so-called world, he is a real passerby.

Ye Chen raised his foot and followed, but failed to follow the Six Paths. His body movement was too weird. As he walked, it turned into nothingness. All that remained was the figures of his back.

He stopped for a long time and felt sad. Or many years later, he would change his way against the will of heaven and become a walking corpse like the Six Paths and the World for some belief.

Alas, with a sigh, he also turned around, stepped on the sea, and entered the ruins for the second time.

When I entered the ruins again, I was familiar with the road and went straight to the depths. Many people were walking out in groups of three or five, cursing, most of whom were robbed and just wanted to leave this ghost place.

There are many saints and great saints among them, but they can't escape being robbed. When they come in, they really lose all their faces. After all, they are seniors, but they are fucked by a bunch of little bastards so hard that they can't raise their heads.

They are pretty good, at least they still have their lives. Some of the Holy Kings and Great Sages have been buried in the ruins. The only thing they blame is that they claim to be powerful, but they still underestimate the ruins and suppress them too much.

Outside, the Holy King and the Great Sage are so powerful, but in the ruins, they are both suppressed to the quasi-saint. At the same level, who cares whether you are a Holy King or a Great Sage? Fists are the kingly way.

Ye Chen glanced at the people, but did not take action, but opened his fairy eyes to look around.

He found that many places of the ruins had been made of mysterious marks, such as towering ancient trees, collapsed palaces, and rock walls, hidden incredible mystery.

He recognized those marks, which were the marks of time and space, and it was not difficult to think of who was branded these marks. In addition to the divine body, he could instantly pass the marks of time and space.

"You really have left a lot of retreat in the divine body!" Ye Chen sneered, and along the way, he wiped out all the way. He would erase the marks of time and space without hesitation.

He returned to the depths, and it was the lively time. He climbed to the top of the mountain and looked at it from afar.

But deep down, the Buddha's light shines all over the world. The Buddha's light all comes from a golden Buddhist bead. To be more precise, it is a Buddha's relics, hanging high in the void sky.

In the dark, you can still hear the ancient Buddhist voices of Hong Zhong Dalu and the Majestic Buddha, as if they are passing by.

The Buddha's relics, the supreme divine object, first realized that the Buddha's Zen body was clean, and it caused robbery from all directions.

Ye Chen stood on the top of the mountain with awesome eyes and could see the most clearly. There were no less than a thousand people who robbed the Buddha's relics. He saw the Southern Emperor, the Western Emperor, the Central Emperor, and the Son of the Immortal Clan.

In addition to them, there are many gods and goddesses, as well as older monks. They fought in full swing for the relics, and many people died, blood stained the sky, extremely bloody.

Perhaps because there were too many people robbing them, the power was mixed, which put great pressure on the Buddha's relics. It exploded and radiated thousands of golden lights, and the fragments were also destroyed without any loss.

However, this is not the end. Although the Buddha's relics exploded, there was a dazzling rain of Buddha light gathering, as majestic as a river and sea, vast and boundless, containing infinite power.

Ye Chen understood that it was the power of thought that was transformed from worshipping sentient beings in front of the Buddha. In the power of thought that was as surging as the sea, it seemed that a Buddha could be seen sitting cross-legged and kneeling down and worshipping the people.

The Buddha's sentient beings' mind power is a mysterious force, sometimes even more secret method. Its grandeur can crush the body and destroy the soul. If it is blessed with magical instruments, its power will be more domineering.
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