Chapter 1601 When Is the Time for Retribution

Chapter 1601 When is the time for retribution

Under the moonlit night, Ye Chen stepped into the sky and walked on the sky.

His face was old enough, his beard swayed in the wind, and his bright eyes couldn't hide his oldness.

All the way to kill the robbery, the power of the sacred bone has been depressed too much, and it is only a matter of time before it is finally annihilated.

And his lifespan, because the Celestial Burial of the Immortal Wheel was depleted again, the remaining lifespan was extremely limited.

The only good thing is his cauldron. In this battle, he swallowed six quasi-emperor soldiers in a row, becoming more and more extraordinary and domineering.

Unfortunately, as the master, his cultivation base has fallen to the quasi-sage level, otherwise Dading will definitely advance to the holy king level.

The breeze came, and a rune appeared in his palm.

It was a tracking talisman, which was connected to the restriction on Feng Xian's body. With this talisman, she could track her location.

As the spectators said before, he planted a spell on Feng Xian, otherwise he would not let her escape.

Now, Zhiyang has also been suppressed, she is the last one, as long as she is captured, she can go to Zhutian Mountain.

The tracking talisman evolved on its own, turning into a small water curtain, in which the picture was the location of Feng Xian.

"I actually went to the Western Desert." Ye Chen recognized it at a glance, although he was surprised, his expression did not change much.

He said that no matter where she fled, he would take her back, even if she was walking on a mountain of corpses and dripping with blood.

"Holy Master." In the distance, more than a dozen figures came from the sky, and before they approached, they began to call, and just fell down, they knelt on the ground with a plop.

They are not from the Xuanhuang native land, but from the Star Territory. They came here after hearing the news and heard too many legends about the Holy Body.

Naturally, behind the legend, there is a bloody path and more than two hundred years of loneliness.

Ye Chen immediately raised his hand, exerted a gentle force, held up everyone, and showed a rare smile.

These are all relatives in his hometown, and none of them are too familiar. There are seniors and juniors. One or two of them he has never met, but they are all reincarnations.

More than a dozen reincarnated people also had tears in their eyes.

He is Ye Chen! The ancient holy body that shakes the world,

The commander-in-chief of Chu, who had swallowed the Eight Wastes, is now so old and unbearably old, and it hurts to look at it.

"Leaving the Xuanhuang Continent, the farther you go, the better." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse, with a little tiredness, "After a hundred years, come to Kunlun Xu to meet again."

"We're not leaving." The dozen or so people all had firm eyes, their Holy Master had shouldered too much along the way.

"This is an order." Ye Chen waved his hand and pushed more than a dozen people out of the sky, "If you still recognize me as the Holy Master, then leave, he will take you back to your hometown."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen took a step, and his figure was strange, leaving only afterimages, and disappeared in an instant.

When more than a dozen Da Chu reincarnations came back to find him, Ye Chen was no longer there, and he didn't know where he went.

As dawn approached, Ye Chen appeared in Kunlun City, and he had to use the teleportation array here to go to the Xuanhuang West Desert.

"Nineteen great saints! In addition to six quasi-emperor soldiers, they were actually destroyed by the Holy Body." As soon as they entered the ancient city, they heard the voices of discussion and smacking of tongues one after another.

"Counting down, there are more than 20 great saints slaughtered by Ye Chen yesterday, and this is not counting the 100,000 monks who were killed outside the ancient city of Kunlun."

"Emperor Zhun doesn't dare to intervene rashly." An old guy sighed, thinking of the old man who was fishing, "Emperor Zhiyang asked for help, but he didn't say a word."

"To say that Zhiyang's family is miserable enough, and it has been wiped out all over the place. This may be the legendary news of the world. Whoever provokes it is not good, but it wants to provoke the evil spirit Ye Chen."

"The Holy Land of Heaven's Punishment, Cangling Hall, Yuhua Divine Dynasty, Taiqing Palace, Supreme City, Misty Palace, and Sun Moon Divine Sect have all run away. To be precise, the power of hatred with Ye Chen disappeared overnight. ."

"This is also due to the immortals, gods, and phoenixes who have long since declared themselves. If this is still there, it will be really lively if it hits such a tyrannical Ye Chen."

Streets and alleys, tea stalls and wine shops are all lively, and there are always one or two chattering, talking loudly.

Ye Chen walked quietly and restrained the pressure of Dacheng's holy bones, but he couldn't hide the evil spirit in his bones.

He came this way, causing the discussion to annihilate into pieces, and all eyes were on him.

"Where did this person come from! Such a strong suffocating aura." Surprised voices all over the place, and they couldn't help shivering.

"Shit... it shouldn't be the Holy Body!" A wretched young man murmured softly, looking around with a pair of small eyes.

As soon as these words came out, the whole city was restless, and couldn't help but scan Ye Chen up and down.

When he was in Zhutian Mountain, Ye Chen was also full of white hair like an old man. Compared with this moment, it was a bit similar.

Coupled with such a powerful suffocating energy, and the aura that even the Great Sage was deeply depressed, the Eighth Achievement was the Holy Body.

Ye Chen was speechless all the way. Under the attention of everyone, he boarded the teleportation platform and said lightly, "West Desert."

"Okay...Okay." The white clothed old man guarding the teleportation formation hurriedly started the formation, and his heart was trembling at the holy king level.

When the burst, the space force flew, and Ye Chen disappeared in an instant.

After he left, a crowd of figures gathered, and they also entered the teleportation array. There were a lot of people, and they all went to the Western Desert.

Although they don't know why Ye Chen is going to the West Desert, they know that wherever there is Ye Chen, there must be a good show, and they all go to see a good show.

The news was spread again, and those lazy people who didn't want to cultivate, got together and went straight to the Xuanhuang Western Desert.

The pure land of the Western Desert is still as peaceful, overflowing with aura, with solemnity and majestic thoughts.

Stepping on this land, you can cultivate the smell of incense.

There are many temples in the western desert, and Buddhist believers are scattered all over the place. The incense of the temples is very strong, and it spreads.

Ye Chen stepped on the empty sky, his robe swayed, and his expression was calm.

After a few months, when I came back to the Western Desert, I still had the same feeling that I had at the beginning, full of respect and awe for Buddhism.

Even if he has the Sacred Bone, he still does not dare to underestimate it. In this land, the power of thought is endless.

"That, that, that." The cultivator who followed him to Ximo came running, following him far behind.

Moreover, the figures were wave after wave, mighty and mighty, and those who didn't know it thought it was Ye Chen's younger brothers.

I don't know when, Ye Chen slowly stopped.

Not far away, there is a mountain, more precisely, the Western Desert Spirit Mountain, as solemn as ever.

That's right, Feng Xian was inside, hiding in Lingshan. She wasn't stupid and chose a good place.

"The donor has figured it out?" Lingshan heard a faint voice, and the words were kind and gentle, resounding through the sky.

The speaker, standing on the top of Lingshan Mountain, is the Venerable Shakyamuni, who is dazzling and dazzling.

"Junior came to find Fengxian." Ye Chen said lightly.

In a word, the monks from the four directions could not help but be surprised, "No wonder the Holy Body is here, it was Feng Xian in Lingshan."

"I actually hid here, but I will find a place."

"Most Lingshan will not make friends easily, and Ye Chen will probably not be good." Someone pondered.

"No way! That's Lingshan, the holy mountain of Buddhism."

"With Venerable Shakyamuni in charge, and the Imperial Army, Ye Chen wouldn't dare to fight here, no matter how mad!"

"It's hard to say." The old guys stroked their beards one after another. "There's nothing he dares to do in this world."

"Amitabha, how good is good, is the donor looking for me?" A female voice came from Lingshan in the discussion.

Looking away, at the top of Lingshan, there is another figure, it is him Fengxian, standing beside Sakyamuni.

She had cut off her long hair and was wearing a Buddhist robe, which looked more like a cassock. The monks from all directions looked shocked.

The princess of the Phoenix Clan became a Buddhist believer. It sounds like a novelty, but it's really a strange story.

However, those with discerning eyes will know the clue, Feng Xian is going to use Lingshan as a shield this time!

They could see, how could Ye Chen not.

He didn't say a word, just stood quietly, as if he could see his great enemy Feng Xian through the ethereal sky.

"I've already escaped into the empty door, and I've been cultivating the Buddhist meditation method, and I won't ask about the world again." Feng Xian whispered softly, and performed a Buddhist ritual, with a gesture of seeing through the world.

"Good one, don't ask about the world again." Ye Chen's words were quiet, "Fengxian, I really underestimate you."

"The benefactor's murder is too heavy, why don't you also go into the mountains to cultivate." Feng Xian gave another Zen salute and smiled.

However, Ye Chen clearly saw a hint of slyness in her eyes, as if saying: All your relatives are destroyed by me, come and kill me! you come to kill me!

The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, with a playful, seemingly holy smile, but with a lot of hideousness.

"She has converted to my Buddha, the past grievances and grievances are forgotten, please go back to the donor!" Venerable Shakyamuni smiled slightly.

"Sir, the younger generation respects you as an eminent monk of the Buddhist family, do you really want to protect her?" Ye Chen said lightly, with golden eyes, staring at Sakyamuni without squinting.

"It's time to report the grievances, the donor listens to the old man's words, and don't bother." Venerable Sakyamuni Buddha's voice is like a bell, solemn and peaceful, which makes people's heart tremble.

"What about the relatives of the younger generation? Who will pay for their lives?" Ye Chen said indifferently, his words were sonorous.

"People are not sages, who can be blameless." Shakyamuni sighed softly, "Since she knows her fault, let her go!"

"Xianlun Celestial Burial, open." Sakyamuni's words caused Ye Chen to scream in the sky, his voice like the thunder of eternity.

Ye Chen did not entangle with words any more, he directly opened the immortal wheel ban, and his combat power exploded tenfold.

Then, a golden light rushed away from his Tianling Gai, poking a big hole in the sky.

The power of the Sacred Bone of Dacheng suddenly appeared, wisps of golden light covered the sacred body, the mighty Quasi-Emperor's coercion spread, and the sky was turbulent, causing the earth to rumble.

He is like a god of war, who reigns over the nine heavens, looks down on the world, covers the eight wastes with anger, and every drop of holy blood and every inch of holy bone is cast like gold.

The Quartet is trembling, this is really about to start a fight!

The quasi-emperor is powerful, and the cultivation base is weak, and the pieces fall into the virtual sky, and many people turn into blood fog because of this.

The spectators changed their expressions, retreated madly and did not dare to move forward. Ye Chen was too strong to withstand his coercion.

"Still... I really want to fight, that's the Lingshan Mountain in the Western Desert!" Shocked voices rang out, stunned by Ye Chen's courage.

"Once this battle starts, it will be a picture of heaven and earth falling apart." The old guys took a deep breath.

"The ancient sacred body has been blinded by hatred, and just to catch one person, he did not hesitate to go to the Western Desert Buddhist School."

"You will die miserably." On the top of Lingshan, Feng Xian smiled slyly, revealing his white teeth.

PS: Sorry, I came back from work overtime late. This chapter will be updated first, and there will be more later. It will be much later.