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

The prehistoric clan was guarding the edge of the Star Sea. Although the formation was huge, he still had negligence and took advantage of the loopholes.

It’s just a strange thing that the mysterious wilderness is too big and the prehistoric wilderness cannot defend it.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the land from afar, looking dazed, and after more than a thousand years, he finally came back.

In the furnace, the Kuiniu was already crying and burst into tears.

The underworld is reborn again and again, this is a great reincarnation, like a dream that is not real, or in other words, this is a dream.

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

Compared to Ye Chen and Kui Niu, he was full of curiosity and looked at the beautiful mountains, rivers and rivers.

Xuanhuang's spiritual power is far beyond the starry sky. The holy land of monks is extraordinary. The legend of the 130 emperors of Xuanhuang also began here and was passed down from generation to generation.

Ye Chen walked down the top of the mountain and headed straight to the east like a divine light. Now his territory belongs to the western desert.

"At that time, the barbarian son of the god was on that battle platform and was killed by the ninth prince of Tengshe, which was very tragic."

When passing by a sand dune, Kui Niu pointed to a distance, and there was a huge ruined battle platform.

Ye Chen stood quietly, vaguely... as if he could still see that big guy, smiling honestly, and mindless.

In the wind, his roar remained, and the unyielding figure dragged his bloody body and fought hard.

The barbarians were all generous and never had any intrigues. In the past, when the Yaochi grand ceremony was held, he was willing to give him a magical iron to fight him.

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

Ye Chen turned around and carved the name of the Ninth Prince of Tengshe in the Divine Sea, and would use his head to pay tribute to the barbarians in the future.

He stepped onto Xutian again, his expression calm and speechless all the way.

The Pure Land of Buddhism has more hostility and evil spirits than before, and there are more blood that has not dried up when passing by.

There are also half-covered corpses in the yellow sand, broken remaining soldiers are inserted obliquely, and blood-stained battle flags are gushing with the strong wind.

The Western Desert today is destroyed, and most of the Buddha statues have collapsed, and the gravel is still stained with blood at this moment.

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

The past is full of grievances and grudges. A cycle of reincarnation has long been forgotten, and the cause and effect with the Buddha has also been destroyed in the Five Fingers Mountain.

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

"There was a great battle in that area of ​​Cangyuan. It was where your Daokou Longteng was destroyed and almost died. The Ninth Prince of Naitaotie took action."

"The Prince of Qinglong was killed on the top of the mountain in the east."

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

Ye Chen only listened quietly, and remembered quietly, engraving the enemies one by one in the sea of ​​divine deity.

He will repay the blood debts created by the prehistoric world one by one.

I don't know when he stopped. Not far away was a sea of ​​great oceans, vast and boundless.

The Forgetful River under the moon is calm, with mysterious powers intertwined, transforming into mysterious and mysterious phenomena.

The starry light drooped, covering it with a bright coat, but it could not hide its vicissitudes and traces of time.

"When the Heavenly Demon invaded, the five major forbidden areas of Xuanhuang also participated in the battle. If it weren't for the forbidden area, Xuanhuang would have been mostly flattened by the Heavenly Demon." Kui Niu said again, "But when the Great Clan of the Emperor was in chaos in Xuanhuang, they did not care about the forbidden area. Even if it was a mountain of corpses and blood, they did not react at all."

"There is a mission to a restricted area. As long as they are not endangered, they will not interfere in external affairs." Ye Chen said, having been in Tianxu, knowing more than Kuiniu.

"I have died once, and I can see some things clearly." Kui Niu smiled, "If Xuanhuang had no forbidden area, he would probably be swallowed up by the prehistoric world. This is a shock."

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

After he left, a figure appeared deep in Wangchuan. It was Wangchuan's king, whose old eyes narrowed into lines.

Beside him, Meng Po also transformed out. Looking at the place from a distance, it seemed that he could see Ye Chen's back from a distance.

"How is that possible?" Wangchuan Tianwang frowned slightly.

"He...is still alive." Meng Po was incredible.

"It really surprised me." Wangchuan Tianwang whispered softly. Even though the quasi-emperor's mood was also turbulent because of Ye Chen.

"Will you notify the Great Chu?" Meng Po asked hurriedly.

"There is someone who is here, why do you need to notify me?" Wangchuan King took a deep breath, "The heavens and the ten thousand realms... are going to be lively."

"If Yao Chi knew, she would definitely cry with excitement!" Meng Po smiled kindly, and remembered the miserable woman. For a few moments, she almost rushed out of Wangchuan and told Ye Chen about Ji Ningshuang's news.

On this side, Ye Chen had crossed a mountain and rushed to the nearest ancient city. To go to Zhongzhou, he needed to use the teleportation array.

"I don't know if they are still safe." Kui Niu paced around the copper furnace, and he had been talking about it many times.

Ye Chen is the same. He can't wait to meet his old friends. He has been separated for too long and really misses them.

"Hurry, Xi Zun was captured." In the middle of the journey, there were many figures of Xu Tian, ​​either missing the air or controlling the sword. It was very fast and the direction was the same.

"Xizun?" Ye Chen frowned and pulled one from the person flying by, which was a vulgar old man.

"Are you sick?" The vulgar old man cursed, mainly because he saw Ye Chen's realm of Saint, and he was the quasi-saint king, so he dared to scold him like this. If it were a Saint King, he would still dare to shout so loudly and seek death.

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

"No, who are you?" the old man shouted again, and the mouth of big yellow teeth when he spoke was really conspicuous.

Ye Chen simply didn't say anything and slapped him.

The applause was loud and the vulgar old man was extremely sour and refreshed. All the old yellow teeth flew out.

Now, this guy is wilted and his head is buzzing.

Surprise, a real surprise, the dignified quasi-saint king was beaten up by a saint, which was very embarrassing.

"Answer my question." Ye Chen said coldly.

"I... I heard that he was hung outside the Cause and Effect City by the ninth prince of the Jinqi clan." The vulgar old man covered his blood-burning mouth, as gentle as a little sheep.

"Very good." Ye Chen snorted coldly, let go of the vulgar old man, and disappeared in an instant, sweeping over the cold evil aura.

"Has I been fucked?" Behind him, the vulgar old man was still rubbing his head, staggering in Xutian for a while, almost falling down. Ye Chen slapped him heavily, and he was still confused now. He was a little doubtful about his life.

There were endless waves of figures beside him. When passing by, he looked at him with strange eyes and then continued on his way.

Ye Chen was extremely fast, like a ray of divine light.

There were many people who ran to watch the show, but he was the most skilled. The two of them looked straight and didn't see anyone running so fast.

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

That is the ancient city of cause and effect. It has been located in the Western Desert for countless years and has witnessed countless changes.

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

For all ages, the City of Cause and Effect has been regarded as the holy city of Buddhism, and it is a gathering place for incense and thought power, and has never been cut off.

At this moment, there were figures outside the city of Cause and Fate, and the sky was everywhere, and the earth was covered with shadows.

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

"Then...is that the Western Master?" the viewer said in surprise.

"Before Lingshan was destroyed, Xi Zun had left Buddhism and was a monk who led the way." Someone said.

"After the reopening of the prehistoric world, he also fought for the heavens, but his combat power was not enough and he was defeated by the ninth prince of the Jinqi clan."

"The Buddha is here, where is the Buddha in the Western Desert? Why don't you come to save me?"

"Then what else is there Buddha that has been completely destroyed by the Jinniang clan." An old monk sighed and couldn't help but feel sad.

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

In the past, Buddhism was so prosperous, and its incense spread throughout the Western Desert. Now that the prehistoric world has been unsealed, and its decline is so declining, and the inheritance of the Buddha Emperor has ended in such a state.

"This is... the end of provoking my Jinqi clan." A faint laughter resounded throughout the world.

The sound came from the city tower, inside it there was a purple gold couch, and a strange young man lay on it, turning his thumb and ringing, looking down sarcastically, with a strange light on his eyes.

His identity is not simple. He is the ninth prince of the Jinqi clan. He is domineering in blood, extremely noble and noble.

No one dared to make a sound below his words, and they didn't dare to speak out. They knew the power of the Jinqi clan, and even the Buddha in the Western Desert was destroyed, let alone them.

Sadness is also a sadness, a world where the strong are respected, the laws are bloody, and the weak have no say at all.
Chapter completed!