Chapter 1823: Second God possession

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Ye Chen didn't commit any crimes. No one offends me. I don't offend people. If they don't cause trouble, they don't mean they are afraid. If someone really wants to find joy, he won't destroy it.
Such prestige is not a joke, Dasheng did not dare to take the liberty easily, and it was okay to lose his life if he could not grab the baby.
Ye Chen continued on his way. There were no marks at his feet and no traces behind him. The desert was vast, and after a day, he saw no end.
In the copper furnace, the yak and Li Changsheng were really idle, and the stew was very happy. One person was holding a large iron basin, and the rich meat was overflowing, floating out of the copper furnace.
Compared to these two animals, Ye Chen is much more normal, and his heart is calm and quiet, and the ancient well has no waves, and his temperament is relaxed.
Strands of quicksand, passing in front of his eyes, were visible in the eyes, shining into his eyes, shining like stars.
Suddenly, he fixed himself, stood quietly, closed his eyes slightly, like a stone carved statue, Ren Ranfeng rages, Ren quicksand, standing still, only white hair floating.
His heart and soul have entered a wonderful artistic conception, which is the divine possession of the imperial wasteland, and the foreign state of artistic conception emerges again.
In the artistic conception, there is a starry sky. The vastness is endless, and the stars are bright and glittering with blurred lights.
Being in the deep starry sky, like a grain of dust in the desert, is extremely small, making him unavoidable to be in awe of the universe, his state of mind sublimated, the world in his heart, and the Tao to melt everything.
He has become a little weird, his body is sometimes illusory like a Yuanshen, sometimes solid like a rock and iron, intertwined with mystery.
In addition, there is a mysterious power that seems to be hidden from view, but makes the quicksand stand still and freezes in the air.
In the furnace, the yak and Li Changsheng drinking soup have risen, staring at the mouth of the furnace, staring at each other, one with bright eyes, and one with narrow eyes, seeing ... Ye Chen is in epiphany.
The desert fell into silence, only the wind and sand were raging, but nothing else was like it.
Ye Chen stood for three days without opening his eyes. In this vast desert, he suddenly became a beautiful scenery.
The treasure hunter in the desert saw it from afar, looked for it from a distance, looked at it comfortably, and looked at each other with strange looks. I wondered what Ye Chen was doing.
Look at it, but no one has a bad idea, such as Ye Chen and other ruthless people, ordinary monks can not afford to mess with.
On the fourth day, Ye Chen was seen trembling, the quicksand was scattered, and a chain of order was added to his body, entangled him.
Then he disappeared, more precisely into a space. The interior of the space was strangely large, but when viewed from the outside, it was just a grain of sand, so small that it was invisible.
"Turn the world into dust." The yak was surprised, and the ox's eyes were stunned, and he was sure that he had read it correctly. He also seemed to have heard this Emperor Taoism, subverted the rules, confused the world, and absolutely reversed the heavenly secrets.
"What is turning the world into dust." Li Changsheng asked curiously.
"Turn space into dust space, and one dust is one world." The yak slowly said, "This is the magical power of refuge, the exclusive divine possession of the ancient Eucharist. Naturally, there is no shortage of great magical powers to find another way to realize this. Secret method. "
"A dusty world? So hanging? So ... pull the wind?"
"Turn the world into dust. Whoever can find it can be called a god."
"Where is the man?" The monk peering in secret, with an expression of aggression, a large living person said that it would be gone, and there would be no trace of the grand holy vision, as if it disappeared out of thin air.
Ye Chen is still swimming in the artistic conception, comprehending the heavenly god's possession.
In that year, he duel with Yin Zhiping for his life and death. Only half of his life was left and he was besieged by the Quartet. To help him escape from the trap, Zi Xuan turned the world into dust before he escaped the enemy's pursuit and shrank. He has learned how to change the earth and change the earth, and he has learned to shrink the ground and change the earth. He has only realized the epiphany so far.
Turning the world into dust is the second holy body he has realized.
If the domineering state is offensive, and turning the world into dust is to avoid hiding, a grain of sand, if it is not a true anti-level strong, otherwise who can break the mystery in it.
When the breeze came, Ye Chen smiled slightly and finally opened his eyes. The world in front of him was white. From here, he could clearly see the outside world, but from the outside, it was difficult to see the inside.
"With this secret method, you can rest assured that the waves are bold." Li Changsheng grinned, rubbing his hands shamelessly.
"Visual inspection, the evasion of immortality, is also excellent for peeping." The yak touched his chin, his face was grave, "Take the time to teach me, and point to it in the second half of my life."
"I like your urine." Ye Chen glanced, stepped out of the dust space, and appeared in the starry desert again.
When he appeared suddenly, the monks peeping in the dark were shocked. Is it true that all of us in the heavens are so amazing? The disappearance of 嗖 The appearance of 嗖.
Ye Chen ignored it, walked on the sand, and behaved like a ghost.
Ahead, we have seen the end of the desert, and we are one step closer to the wilderness. Although we are still far away, we can already smell the breath of the wilderness. That kind of breath has been gone for a thousand years.
"Crazy, it's really crazy." Only then came out of the starry desert, Ye Chen heard the scolding sound, the distance from near to far.
When I fixed my eyes, I saw a large monk who came straight to the desert. It looked like he was being hunted down, and all the heavens repaired it.
Their statures are all wolverines, many with bones. They are cultivated from heaven to the Great Holy One. They are not a single religion and there are many scattered repairs.
"You little guawa, what is the pestle, don't run away." When a holy king passed Ye Chen, he still remembered to scold, and ran into the desert after finishing, running faster than the rabbit.
"Obviously, there is a flood and chaos across the starry sky." The yak yelled, and the ox eyes flashed cold and cold.
Ye Chen frowned. This way, the fugitive monks were not seen, but the number this time was a little scary.
Thinking to himself, he dragged one of those passing by casually, but a wretched young man, thin like a monkey.
"You are sick!" The wretched young man scolded, and Zhenghuan ran away and was dragged out of the house to get things done. What about Laozi's escape? You Yajing messed up with Lao Tzu.
For this number, Ye Chen didn't say a word, slapped him up, and the insignificant youth who hit him didn't know his last name.
Now, the wretched young man is honest, his head is buzzing, his eyes are jealous of Venus, and he is not even standing steadily and is extremely depressed. Why is he a saint, this masked boy, just hang him? This slap is for me.
"Which race is in chaos." Ye Chen asked lightly.
"Poor ... Poor and strange." The insignificant young man said nothing but promise, fearing to anger Ye Chen. "The nine princes of the poor strange family are catching people in the starry sky, saying that if the dusty night doesn't come out, they will kill a thousand people Repair until Dust Night appears. "
Ye Chen didn't say a word, and let go of the wretched youth, like a godly man, went straight to the starry sky, cold and murderous broke out.
Behind him, the insignificant young man scratched his head and stumbled, everyone feared that he would run slowly, but this one is better, and he runs wherever it is dangerous.
At last I forgot about it, he also drifted into the desert with people, and the great saints were at large, let alone his little saint, who finally managed to become a saint, and cherished his life.
In the starry sky, Ye Chen was extremely fast. Like a shooting star, a brilliant arc was drawn, and the quasi-empire soldiers in the body were trembling.
His silence was a bit scary, and everyone who knew him knew that the more he was so, the more terrible he was, like a sleepy 10,000-year-old beast who was about to wake up.
"It's too fierce to kill all the way. The great famine can't find Boss Ye Chen, so they take it out." Li Changsheng sighed.
"You know the wool." The yak kicked Li Changsheng. "Did you see it? Even if there were no old family members, the Honghuang clans would seek other reasons to slaughter people. The so-called truce agreement is a big joke. "
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