Chapter 1835: West desert without Buddha

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Under the moonlit night, Ye Chen gathered his breath and circled a large circle before landing in the wilderness, silently, like a ghost.
The Great Honghuang clan stayed on the edge of the Xinghai Sea. Although the battle was huge, he was still negligent, and he was bored.
It's strange, the mysterious famine is too big, and the famine can't keep it.
He stood on top of the mountain, looking at the land with a gaunt look, for more than a thousand years, he finally returned.
In the furnace, the yak had burst into tears and couldn't cry.
Once the prefecture was reborn, this was a great reincarnation. If the dream is not true, or in other words, this is a dream.
"Is this the mysterious continent?" Li Changsheng murmured.
Compared with Ye Chen and Yak, he was full of curiosity, chopped the copper furnace mouth, and looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers.
The profound spiritual power of Xuanhuang is far from comparable to the stars. The monk's holy land is extraordinary. The legend of Xuanhuang one hundred and thirty emperors also begins here and is passed down from generation to generation.
Ye Chen walked down the top of the mountain, like a sacred mang headed straight to the east, and now his territory is a desert.
"At that time, the goddess of the barbarians was on that platform, and his head was severed by the viper of the viper nine, which was very tragic."
As the road passed by a dune, the yak pointed to one side, where ... there was a huge broken battle platform.
Ye Chen stood quietly, faintly ... as if he could still see the big man, smiling sternly, without a head.
In the wind, there was still his roar, the unyielding figure, dragging his blood on his body and fighting hard.
The barbarian people are all brave generations. They have never lied to each other. In the past, the Yaochi grand festival, in order to fight him, gave God iron.
"Your enemies, I will pay, and the blood debt will be paid for by blood."
Ye Chen turned around and carved the name of the nine snake princes in Shenhai. He will use his head to sacrifice the barbarian in the future.
He set foot on the empty sky again, looking calm and speechless all the way.
The pure land of the Buddhism family has more qi and evil qi than in those years, and there is more dried blood in passing places.
In the yellow sand, there are also half-covered corpses, broken broken soldiers slanting, blood-stained battle flags, exclaimed with the wind.
At present, the western desert is ruined in the eyes, most of the Buddha statues have collapsed, and the blood is still stained on the gravel.
Although he has grudges with the Buddha, he no longer hates the Buddha.
Qian Chen's grievances have been grieved, a reincarnation has long been forgotten, and the cause and effect with the Buddha have also been annihilated in Wuzhishan.
"Bei Mingyu ... was crucified on that rock wall."
"That Cangyuan also had a big war that year. Your big Chu Longteng was there. He was abolished, and almost died. The shot was Nazi Nine.
"On the eastern mountain, Prince Qinglong was cut off."
The yak spoke every word, and pointed out to Ye Chen wherever he went.
Ye Chen only quietly listened, and also remembered quietly, engraving those enemies in the Sea of ​​God.
The blood debt created by Hong Huang will be repaid in one pen.
I do not know when he stopped, not far away is a vast river, vast and boundless.
Under the moon, forgetfulness, a group of calm, intertwined with mysterious power, transformed into a mysterious mysterious vision.
Xinghui fell, covering him with a bright coat, but could not hide its vicissitudes and traces of years.
"When the demon invaded, the five forbidden areas of the wilderness were also involved in the battle. If it were not for the restricted area, the wilderness would have been flattened by the demon." The yak also said, "However, when the Great Honghuang tribe is in chaos in the wilderness, the restricted area does not ask, even if it is a corpse. They did not respond in the slightest. "
"The restricted area has the mission of the restricted area. As long as they do not endanger them, they will not intervene in external affairs." Ye Chen said that he had been in Tianxu and knew more than Yak.
"I have died once, and I have seen some things clearly." The yak laughed. "If the black wilderness is sitting in the restricted area, it will mostly be swallowed up by the flood. This is a shock."
Ye Chen smiled, didn't respond, turned and left, went to the bustling area, and went to Zhongzhou to find old friends.
After he left, in the depths of Wangchuan, a figure appeared, but the king of Wangchuan, his old eyes narrowed into a line.
Beside him, Meng Po also turned out, and looking at it from afar, it seemed that she could see far behind Ye Chen.
"How is that possible?" Tianchuan Wang frowned slightly.
"He ... was alive." Meng Po was incredible.
"It really surprised me." Wang Chuan murmured lightly, and Rao was a quasi-perfect state of mind, but it also caused waves with Ye Chen.
"Whether to inform Da Chu." Meng Po asked in a hurry.
"Someone is here, why do you need to be notified?" Wangchuan Tianwang took a deep breath. "The heavens and the world ... it's going to be lively."
"If Yaochi knows, she must be crying with excitement!" Meng Po smiled kindly and remembered the bitter woman. For a few moments, she almost rushed out of Wangchuan and informed Ye Chen of the news of Ji Ningshuang.
Here, Ye Chen has crossed a mountain and rushed to the nearest ancient city. To go to Zhongzhou, he needs a teleportation array.
"I don't know if they're okay." The yak walked up and down in the copper furnace.
Ye Chen, why not, can't wait to meet his old friends. He has been leaving for too long, and really miss them.
"Hurry up, Xi Zun was caught." During the trip, it was suddenly seen that there were more people in the virtual sky, either empty, or imperial sword, and it was very hasty, the direction was the same.
"Xizun?" Ye Chen frowned, dragging one of those who passed by, but a wretched old man.
"You are ill!" The old insignificant man yelled, mainly because he saw Ye Chen's realm, and he is the quasi-sacred king, so he would dare to scold him. If he changed to a holy king, he would dare to speak so loudly, Find the rhythm of death.
"You just said Xi Zun." Ye Chen stared deadly at the old man.
"No, who are you!" The old man called again, and his big yellow teeth were really conspicuous when he spoke.
Ye Chen simply did not speak, and slap in the past.
The applause was very loud, the wretched old man was extremely sour, and all the old yellow teeth flew out.
This time, the goods ran out, and the seeds were buzzing.
Surprise, a real surprise, the dignified quasi-Saint Wang Ji was beaten by a saint, which was awkward.
"Answer my question." Ye Chen said coldly.
"I ... I also heard people say, he was hung outside the cause and effect city by the nine princes of the Jin Dai tribe." The wretched old man covered his mouth and was gentle as a sheep.
"Very good." Ye Chen coldly hummed, letting go of the insignificant old man, and disappeared in an instant, sweeping the cold anger.
"Did I get fucked?" Behind him, the insignificant old man was still rubbing his head. He stumbled in the empty sky, and almost planted it. Ye Chen slapped hard, and he was still stunned. A little skeptical of life.
Beside him, the figure of Changhong kept on, and when passing by, he looked at it with a strange look, and then continued on his way.
Ye Chen is extremely fast, like a worldly god.
There were many people who ran to the theater, and he was the most slippery. He saw his eyes straight, but I didn't see anyone running so fast.
On the horizon, an ancient city has begun to take shape, and the atmosphere is magnificent.
That is the ancient city of cause and effect. It is located in the western desert for many years and has witnessed how many vicissitudes of the sea.
According to legend, before the Buddha became emperor, he had been to that city. Zen had no cause and effect, and the cause and effect city got its name.
Since ancient times, the city of causality has been regarded as the holy city of Buddhism, but the gathering place of incense and mental power has never been cut off.
At this moment, outside the city of causality was full of people's shadows, and the darkness was full, standing high in the sky and covering the earth.
But before seeing the ancient city, there was a stone platform on which a man was hung, his hair spreading, and his body covered with scars.
"So ... is that West John?" The viewer was startled.
"Before Lingshan was destroyed, Xi Zun had left the Buddhist house, but he was a monk with a monk." Someone said.
"After Hong Huang was unsealed, he also fought for the heavens. However, he was defeated and defeated by the nine emperors of the Jinhu tribe."
"Buddha, what about the Buddha of Ximo? Don't come to rescue?"
"What other Buddha is there? It has been wiped out by the Jin Dai tribe." An old monk sighed, unable to bear the sadness.
It wasn't just him. Looking at Xi Zun who was hung there, everyone in the room sighed and shook his head helplessly.
In the past, how prosperous the Buddhists were, and the incense spread throughout the western desert. Now the flood plains have been unsealed, and they have fallen like this. How instrumental and the Buddha's inheritance have fallen into this situation.
"That's ... the end of my family of Jin Mao." A sound of laughter rang through the world.
The voice came from the tower, and there was a purple-gold couch on which a demon-young man lay on it, turning his thumb and turning his fingers, looking down at him, with eyes full of demon-eyes.
His identity is not simple. He is the nine princes of the Jin Dai tribe. He is domineering and extremely dignified.
His word, no one dared to speak below, nor dare to speak out, they knew the power of the Jin Dai tribe, even Ximu Buddha was destroyed, let alone them.
The world is sad and desolate. The strong are the most respected. The rules are bloody. The weak have no right to speak.
"Everyone, it." In the thousands of stillness, a discourse resounded through the heavens, and since the distant times, it was cold and majestic, and all the heavens shook.