Chapter 1828: There Is No Buddha in the West Desert

Chapter 1828 No Buddha in the West Desert

Under the moonlit night, Ye Chen restrained his breath and circled around for a long time before landing in Xuanhuang, silently, like a ghost.

The prehistoric clan guarded the edge of the Xinghai. Although the battle was huge, there were still some negligence and he took advantage of it.

It's just strange, Xuanhuang is too big, and Honghuang can't keep it.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at this land in the distance, his expression was in a trance, and after more than a thousand years, he finally came back.

In the furnace, Kui Niu burst into tears and could not cry.

Once the underworld is reincarnated again, this is a big reincarnation, like a dream that is not real, or that this is a dream.

"Is this the Xuanhuang Continent?" Li Changsheng muttered.

Compared to Ye Chen and Kui Niu, his eyes were full of curiosity, clinging to the mouth of the copper stove, looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers.

The rich spiritual power of Xuanhuang is far from the starry sky. The holy land of monks is extraordinary. The legend of the 130 emperors of Xuanhuang also began here and has been passed down from generation to generation.

Ye Chen walked down the top of the mountain, like a ray of light heading straight to the east, and now the territory he is in belongs to the Western Desert.

"In those days, the barbarian god son was beheaded by the ninth prince of the snake on the battlefield. It was very tragic."

When passing through a dune, Kui Niu pointed to one side, where... there was a huge dilapidated battle platform.

Ye Chen stood quietly, vaguely... as if he could still see the big man, smiling honestly, without thinking.

In the wind, there was still his roar, the unyielding figure, dragging his bloody body, fighting hard.

The barbarians are all outgoing people, never intimidating others. In the past Yaochi grand meeting, in order to fight against him, they were willing to give away the iron.

"I will avenge your revenge, and the blood debt will be paid for in blood."

Ye Chen turned around and engraved the name of the nine princes of the snake in Shenhai, and he would use his head to pay homage to the barbarian in the future.

He set foot on the empty sky again, his expression was calm, and he was speechless all the way.

The pure land of the Buddhist family is more hostile and fishy than in the past, and there is more blood that has not dried up when passing by.

in the sand,

There are also half-covered corpses, broken remnants of soldiers stuck obliquely, and blood-stained battle flags roaring with the gust of wind.

At present, the Western Desert is in ruins, most of the Buddha statues have collapsed, and the gravel is still stained with blood at this moment.

Although he has grievances with the Buddha, he has no hatred for the Buddha.

The grievances and grievances of the past are gone, a reincarnation has long been forgotten, and the cause and effect with the Buddha has also been annihilated in Wuzhishan.

"Bei Mingyu... was nailed to that rock wall."

"In that piece of Cangyuan, there was also a war back then. Longteng of your great Chu was there, his Daogu bones were abolished and he almost died. It was the ninth prince of gluttonous who shot."

"At the top of the mountain in the east, the Azure Dragon Prince was beheaded."

Kui Niu said every word, and every time he went, he would point out for Ye Chen, his tone was sad, and he couldn't help but mourn.

Ye Chen only listened quietly, and also quietly remembered, engraving each enemy in the sea of ​​​​divine.

He will pay back the blood debts caused by the floods.

I don't know when, he stopped, not far away is a vast ocean, vast and boundless.

The Wangchuan under the moon is calm, intertwined with mysterious power, and transformed into mysterious and mysterious visions.

The starlight fell, covering it with a bright coat, but it couldn't hide its vicissitudes and traces of the years.

"When the Heavenly Demons invaded, the five forbidden areas of Xuanhuang also participated in the battle. If it were not for the forbidden area, most of the Xuanhuang would have been swept away by the Heavenly Demons." Kui Niu said again, "But when the Great Desolate clan was in chaos in the Xuanhuang, the forbidden area did not matter, even if it was a corpse. In the sea of ​​blood and mountains, they never reacted in the slightest."

"The restricted area has the mission of the restricted area. As long as it does not endanger them, they will not interfere in external affairs." Ye Chen said that he had been in the sky and knew more than Kui Niu.

"I have died once, and I have seen some things clearly." Kui Niu smiled, "If Xuanhuang is not in the restricted area, most of them will be engulfed by the flood. This is a shock."

Ye Chen smiled, but did not respond, turned around and left, went to the prosperous area, and went to Zhongzhou to find old friends.

After he left, in the depths of Wangchuan, a figure appeared, it was the king of Wangchuan, and his old eyes narrowed slightly.

Beside him, Madam Meng also came out in illusion, looking at that side, she seemed to be able to see Ye Chen's back from a long distance.

"How is that possible." King Wangchuan frowned slightly.

"He...is still alive." Madam Meng couldn't believe it.

"It really surprised me." King Wangchuan murmured softly, Rao was the emperor's state of mind, but also caused waves because of Ye Chen.

"Will you inform Da Chu?" Madam Meng asked hurriedly.

"There is a king, why do you need to notify me." Wang Chuan Tianwang took a deep breath, "The heavens and the world... It's going to be lively."

"If Yaochi knew about it, she would definitely cry with excitement!" Madam Meng smiled kindly, thinking of the hard-working woman, for a few moments, she almost rushed out of Wangchuan and told Ye Chen all the news about Ji Ningshuang.

Here, Ye Chen has crossed a mountain and rushed to the nearest ancient city. To go to Zhongzhou, he needs to use the teleportation array.

"I don't know if they will be fine." Kui Niu was pacing back and forth in the copper furnace, and he had repeated it many times.

Ye Chen is not like this, can't wait to meet old friends, parted for too long, really miss them.

"Quick, quick, Xi Zun has been caught." In the middle of the line, suddenly there were more people in the virtual sky, either Takong or Yujian, very hurried, and their directions were the same.

"Xizun?" Ye Chen frowned and dragged one of the people who flew by, it was a wretched old man.

"You're sick!" The wretched old man yelled, mainly because he saw Ye Chen's sainthood, and he was a quasi-sage king, so he dared to scold him like this. If he were a saint king, he would dare to be so loud. The rhythm of courting death.

"You just said Xi Zun." Ye Chen stared at the old man.

"No, who are you!" the old man called again, his big yellow teeth really conspicuous when he spoke.

Ye Chen didn't speak at all, and slapped him.

The applause was very loud, and the wretched old man was extremely sour, and all the old yellow teeth flew out.

This time, the goods are wilted, and the seeds are buzzing in the head.

Surprise, a real surprise, Wang Ji, the quasi-sage, was beaten into a compulsion by a sage, very embarrassing.

"Answer my question." Ye Chen said coldly.

"I... I also heard people say that he was hanged outside the city of Karma by the ninth prince of the Jinyi clan." The wretched old man covered his blood-gushing mouth, as meek as a little sheep.

"Very good." Ye Chen snorted coldly, let go of the wretched old man, disappeared in an instant, and swept away the cold and evil spirit.

"Did I get fucked?" Behind him, the wretched old man was still rubbing his head. He stumbled in the virtual sky and almost fell down. Ye Chen slapped him hard, and he was still stunned now? Doubtful about life.

Beside him, the shadows of Changhong continued, and when passing him, they all looked at him with strange eyes, and then continued on their way.

Ye Chen's speed is extremely fast, like a divine glow.

There were a lot of people who ran to see the play, and he was the most slippery. The eyes of the people who watched it were straight, and I had never seen such a fast run.

In the sky, an ancient city has already taken shape and is majestic.

That is the ancient city of Karma. It has been located in the Western Desert for an unknown number of years and has witnessed countless vicissitudes.

According to legend, before the Buddha became an emperor, he had visited that city, and Zen had no cause and effect, so the city of cause and effect was named after him.

For eternity, Karma City has been regarded as the holy city of Buddhism, a gathering place of incense and mind power, which has never been cut off.

At this moment, outside the city of Karma was crowded with figures, it was dark, the sky was full, and the ground was also covered.

But in front of the ancient city, there is a stone platform, on which hangs a bloody man, with disheveled hair and scars all over his body.

"Then... is that Xi Zun?" the viewer asked in surprise.

"Before Lingshan was destroyed, Xi Zun had already left the Buddhist home and was a monk with hair." Someone said.

"After the unsealing of Honghuang, he also fought for the heavens, but his fighting strength was not enough, and he was defeated by the ninth prince of the Jinyi clan."

"Buddha, what about the Buddha in West Desert? Won't you come to help?"

"What kind of Buddha is there? He has been wiped out by the Jinyi clan." An old cultivator sighed, unable to bear the sadness.

Not only him, but looking at Xi Zun hanging there, everyone present sighed helplessly and shook their heads.

In the past, how prosperous the Buddhist family was, and the incense spread all over the Western Desert, but now that the prehistoric land has been unblocked, it has been in such decline, what kind of equipment and spirit, the inheritance of the Buddha Emperor, has ended up in such a situation.

"This is... provoking the fate of my Jin Yan family." The voice of the discussion, a faint laughter resounded through the world.

The voice came from the city tower. Inside there was a purple-gold couch, on which a monstrous young man was reclining, turning his thumb and fingers, and looked down at him playfully, his eyes full of monstrous light.

His identity is not simple, he is the ninth prince of the Jinyi clan, with a domineering bloodline, extremely noble, and aloof.

With his words, no one dared to make a sound below, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out. They knew the strength of the Jinling tribe, and even the Buddha in the West Desert was wiped out, let alone them.

Desolate, yet desolate, a world where the strong are respected, the laws are bloody, and the weak have no right to speak at all.

"Wait, you all deserve to die." Amidst the silence, a word resounded through the heavens, as if from a distant era, icy and majestic, causing the vast heavens to tremble.