The Six Desire Heaven, on an ordinary spiritual mountain, there is an ancient temple.

On the stairs outside the ancient temple, there was a ragged man walking up the stairs step by step with heavy steps, as if he seemed a little tired. The ancient trees swayed on both sides, and the leaves covered the stairs, and the figure seemed a little lonely.

As he went up, he came to the top ladder. A monk was cleaning the leaves. When he saw someone coming up, he stopped his movements and looked at the visitor and asked, "Donor, this temple is not incense."

The figure nodded slightly, folded his hands together, and spoke to the monk: "Passing by the ancient temple is also considered a Buddha's fate. Can you stay in the ancient temple for a while?"

The monk put down his broom, folded his hands together, saluted to the person who came, and said, "There are rules in the temple, so he will not receive incense, so he will naturally not receive pilgrims. Don't blame the donor."

"I am not a pilgrimage. The master must have seen that I was injured and needed to rest for a while. It was also a Buddhist connection to come here, so I came to visit him with shame. Can the master be able to be able to make me feel at ease and let me go to the temple to recuperate for a while?" The visitor continued to speak, his voice seemed a little humble.

Who would have thought that the True Zen Saint, who was famous in the Western world and stood at the top of the Western world, would be so humble just to practice and rest in a temple for a period of time.

"Please go back by donor." The monk sweeping the floor was unmoved and continued to expel the guests.

The Saint of Zhenzen looked up at the monk. A majestic gaze appeared in his pupils. It was just a gaze that made the monk feel a little scared. It seemed to be an innate temperament. Even if he was severely injured, it was difficult to hide this majestic temperament.

But this was only a moment, and the majesty in the eyes disappeared the next moment. The Saint of Zhenzen turned around silently and walked down the stairs, and his back still seemed a little lonely.

His speed is very slow and he doesn't seem to walk fast.

In the temple, a man walked out and looked at the back of the Saint Zhenzen who left and asked, "Who is he?"

"I don't know." The monk sweeping the floor shook his head: "It seems like a person with no way out, maybe he wants to get into the temple."

"Yeah." The person who came out nodded: "There are many people like this, so you don't have to be so polite every time."

"Okay." The monk sweeping the floor nodded. The look in his mind was still remembering the look of the True Zen Saint Lord before. The look was extremely complicated and difficult to see through. However, why did the useless man who clearly had no breath of practice give him this feeling?

The conversation between the two was heard by the Saint of True Zen. He felt extremely complicated inside. He didn't expect that one day, he would end up in such a situation, but now he doesn't dare to reveal his identity.

Although he is the high-ranking Lord of Zhenchan Temple, many people have offended him. In addition, many powerful people around him were killed by the destructive power that erupted by Ye Futian that day. If his identity is exposed, as long as someone has evil thoughts, he will die miserably.

Now he is almost half-wasteful. He needs to find a quiet place to rest and recover for a while. He believes that with his Buddhist power, as long as he is given time, he will be able to get out, recover from his injuries, and return to his peak strength.

At that time, he swore that Ye Futian would not be able to survive, die, and his wife...

He has truly meditated and has never suffered the humiliation of today!

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Many days later, Brahma in the Western world.

In the void, a fairy-like figure walked in the air. Her face was amazing and extraordinary. However, at this moment, she was holding a person in her arms. The man was dressed in white and white, as if he was unconscious, but he could vaguely see that handsome face.

These two people are naturally Hua Jieyu and Ye Futian.

On that day, Ye Futian caused the divine body of the Divine Armor Emperor to explode, and the terrifying power swept across the Six Desire Heavens. The divine body turned into a world of the Dao Destruction Realm, lying above the Six Desire Heavens, destroying and killing the powerful people in the Zhenchen Hall.

However, Ye Futian also paid a heavy price for this. He himself didn't know what the outcome would be, so he seemed a little decisive. He even discussed with Hua Jieyu that they were willing to face all the consequences. Since they were forced into a desperate situation, they could only do so. Otherwise, if they were taken away, their destiny would not be controlled by themselves, but by the other party.

After Ye Futian's soul activated his divine body to explode, the last wisp of soul power brought Hua Jieyu out of the realm of destruction and escaped from that world. Then his soul returned to his original body and fell into a deep sleep.

In that world of destruction, Hua Jieyu was almost wiped out.

This time, the two of them could be said to have saved their lives.

Hua Jieyu had no expression on his face and continued to move forward. He saw a group of strong men coming towards this side in front. They drove the golden-winged roc bird and flew quickly to this side. The golden-winged roc bird Mo Yunzi and Ye Futian were in tune with each other and knew Ye Futian's location, so they could meet.

Seeing them coming, Hua Jieyu stopped immediately. Tie Zaizi, Chen Yi and others came forward to check Ye Futian's situation.

"teacher."

Xiao Ling and others also changed their expressions slightly. Ye Futian's condition seemed to be even more serious than they expected. It had been so many days since they were still in a coma.

"Let's find a place to stay first." Hua Jieyu said.

"Yeah." Everyone nodded, and then the group landed on the back of the golden-winged roc. The divine bird spread its wings and walked through the void.

"The Zhenchen Palace is too bullying." Fangcun looked at Ye Futian in a coma and said coldly, "We will definitely destroy the Zhenchen Palace in the future."

Hua Jieyu looked at them, and it seemed that they all knew it too.

As if she understood Hua Jieyu's idea, Hua Qingqing said, "The movements that occurred in the Six Desire Heaven caused a huge storm, which may have spread to the entire Western world. There are many voices in this Brahma, about that battle."

Hua Jieyu nodded slightly and asked, "How about true Zen?"

Her tone was a bit cold. If it weren't for the aggressiveness of the True Zen Saint, Ye Futian would not have taken this step and was in such a situation.

"I don't know." Hua Qingqing said: "It is said that almost all the people in the Zhencheng Hall have been erased, but it is still impossible to prove that the Zhencheng Saint Lord has fallen. There is news that the Zhencheng Saint Lord may not have fallen yet, but has not returned to the Zhencheng Hall. Instead, he has temporarily disappeared, but even if he has not fallen, he may have suffered severe damage."

Hua Jieyu nodded. Under the destructive attack, the Saint of True Zen would be seriously injured and lost half of his life even if he didn't die. His condition would not be much better than Ye Futian.

However, this was not enough, she wanted to hear the news of the death of the Saint of Zhenzen!

"Here." Not long after, the group fell on an ancient peak, in order to cover up people's eyes and not attract attention.
Chapter completed!