Fairy Wulei left, and Ye Chen's tears finally passed through his old face and soaked his beard.

In the hazy tears, two beautiful figures could be seen in a trance, both wearing colorful fairy clothes and phoenix jade beads and hairpins.

The bottom of Wuzhi Mountain was dark, and he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep, as if the statue was still moving.

Xuanhuang or Xuanhuang, perhaps there is no other ancient sage body to create myths, which is much quieter than before.

However, there are still some enemies coming, most of them are in a bad mood, so they come here to vent.

But Wuzhishan was quiet and there was no response.

Ye Chen slept for a long time and never woke up.

Day and night change, day and night reincarnation, and time changes.

In the third year, a beautiful figure came to the foot of the mountain, dressed in black and wearing a black cloak, like a female killer. Her face was not peerless, but she was also beautiful.

She was from the Red Flame Mercenary Group of the Southern Region. She was a pretty girl, but she gave a nonsense name: Sha Potian.

In the past, Ye Chen asked Chi Yan to help in order to attack the Kunpeng clan mine, and there was a transaction between them.

She stopped for a long time before leaving with a sigh.

In the fourth year after her, a male and female cultivator came to the foot of the mountain, and their cultivation was all saints.

This is also an acquaintance, but he forgot the two ancestors of the ancient star Tianfu Divine Dynasty: Dongyang Zhenren and Qingyue Fairy.

In the past, Ye Chen met the Forgetful Star on the road in order to find the reincarnation, and participated in the auction with Old Dao Yan.

It was there that Ye Chen saw the statue of Donghuang for the first time, and it was there that he found the reincarnated Biyou, and for this he also caused Hua Tiandu and the Ghost Emperor's Son, causing a series of trouble.

The God of Forget the Ancient Star Tianfu has a great relationship with the Eastern Emperor.

After hearing Ye Chen's words, Zhenren Dongyang and Fairy Qingyue set out to find the legitimate son of Donghuang.

After not seeing each other for more than a hundred years, they actually found Xuanhuang.

Unfortunately, they did not find the legitimate son of Donghuang, but heard the legend of Ye Chen and were pressed on Wuzhishan.

The two called for a long time and blasted at Wuzhishan for a long time, but Ye Chen had no response at all.

Fairy Qingyue and Zhenren Dongyang frowned, looked up at the Buddha scroll on the top of the mountain, and then looked at each other.

The two of them immediately turned around, coming and going quickly.

If you can't open the seal, it will be useless to stay. If you have this skill, it is better to search for the great supernatural powers.

Ye Chen was still sleeping, his body was covered with dust.

After seven years of sleep, his cultivation level has dropped from the peak of the imperial realm to the fifth level of the imperial realm, and his life span has also been reduced.

Zhou Tian’s backlash continued, like a ball of flame, it was necessary to burn him bit by bit before he could be finished.

He seemed too tired and showed no sign of waking up.

Spring goes and winter comes, and in the blink of an eye, it is another three winters and summer.

In the tenth year, an old man came with a wine jar. After a closer look, he found that it was the old man who was fishing.

In the past, Ye Chen chased Zhiyang but did not give him any face. He was a quasi-emperor, and he is still quite embarrassed.

However, this time he did not come to Ye Chen to settle the matter, but put a pot of wine on Ye Chen's tombstone.

With a secret sigh, he also left with his hands in his arms.

Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of Wujie Mountain, which was still shining with dazzling Buddha light.

That is the seal of Buddha, and it cannot be broken without the extreme emperor's weapons. Even if he is a quasi-emperor, he is still powerless.

Another long period of time, ten years of flowers fading and blooming.

There was someone coming from the sky, and he was also an old man in the cliff.

The old man was Xiao Yan, who was once the elder of Taiqing Palace. He entered Taiqing Palace to kill Yin Chong. He met Ye Chen because of the secret method of changing the sky and changing the earth.

Xiao Yan fell down and was silent. He was able to get avenge and he was all thanks to Ye Chen. If Ye Chen had not deposed Yin Zhong, he would not have killed his enemy.

Although it was just a deal, he still thanked Ye Chen and sighed when he saw him being suppressed.

He left late at night, and his back was as bleak as that year, old and lonely, without energy.

As the thirty years approach, Ye Chen is still in the dreamland of time, with a thick layer of dust on his body.

As old as he was, his cultivation level had dropped to the first level of the Imperial Realm.

Ruotian Zhuque came and stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain. He remained silent for a long time, and his expression was extremely ugly.

That year, she left Phoenix Valley and found an old mountain to praise herself. This letter lasted for more than thirty years.

When she woke up again, she had not waited for Xuan Chen, but had heard too many Ye Chen's myths and rushed here.

Looking at Wuzhishan quietly, her eyes were dazed.

She was shocked and amazed that the little guy who was shocked in the past was so terrifying, and she also amazed Ye Chen's shocking actions along the way, each of which was a myth.

But she felt more sad. He, who had fought bloody battles for the people of all realms, ended up in such a miserable way. He was crushed to Wuzhi Mountain, but no one cared about it.

She was also helpless about the Buddha's seal.

After several calls, she turned around and wanted to find a great cultivator to help Ye Chen escape from the suppression of Wuzhishan.

Time goes on and time goes by.

Ten years of spring and autumn.

Twenty years of winter and summer.

Thirty years have passed.

The world has been quietly quiet for nearly a hundred years.

He was suppressed for a hundred years, but he also slept for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, weeds have grown around Wuzhi Mountain, and there are also weeds on the side of the tombstone. Even the Buddha scroll hanging on the top of the mountain has been covered with dust from time.

A hundred years of the world has been too long, and people gradually neglect Wuzhi Mountain and forget the holy body that was pressed to the bottom of the mountain.

His legends and myths are being concealed by time.

When someone mentions it occasionally, he will think of Wuzhishan.

Occasionally, someone passes by, and then he remembers that there is still a holy body pressing on Wuzhishan. I wonder if he is still alive.

The older generation sighed and couldn't help but feel sad for the holy body.

The younger generation is in awe and will bow to Wuzhishan. The one pressing down at the foot of the mountain is a stunning senior.

Even after a hundred years, many talents emerged in Xuanhuang Continent, but none of them broke his record back then.

At the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain, there is no sunshine, and it is cold and quiet.

The ancient altar was covered with dust and the iron chains were rusted.

Zhou Tian was ruthless and transformed his cultivation into the human realm.

Time is like a knife, carving his body to pieces.

The heavy dust layer after layer, as if he was about to bury him. At the bottom of this dark mountain, it was his tomb.

It's night again, the starry sky is vast and the broken stars are like dust.

Suddenly, white snow floated into the sky and the heavy snow flew, adding a white dress to the quiet night.

The snow covered Wuzhi Mountain, and occasionally one or two flowers would float into the bottom of the mountain and land on him.

The next moment, the sound of the iron chains colliding was heard.

He woke up, and after a hundred years of awakening, he finally woke up.

His eyes were turbid, dull and dull, his skin was wrinkled, and his body was hunched, so old that he was not angry at all, as if he was about to be buried in the next moment.

He sat in hunched his head, silent, surrounded by death, the breeze swept the white snow, and the coldness.

"I don't need your mercy, and I will die until the return of Da Chu." His voice was hoarse, with vicissitudes of life.

Outside the mountain, heavy snow was flying, and someone came over the snow.

It was a girl, wearing a white cloak, carrying a simple zither, leaving a series of footprints on the earth.

Who is her eyes clear? Her long hair is like water waves, and her strands are dyed with a holy divine cloud.

Walking between heaven and earth is like a lotus blooming in the snow, making the colors of time dim.

Her eyes were cold, and there was no emotion on her little cheeks. She was like an immortal who saw through the world, not living in the world, nor did she get into trouble with the world.

If you want to say that this girl looks very familiar, exactly the same as the one born in the Emperor's Nine Immortals, but she is not the Emperor's Nine Immortals.

Although she is a girl, she is already quite old and over 300 years old. The reason why she keeps her girlish appearance is because the martial arts she practices are ancient and mysterious.

Ye Chen had raised his head and stared at the girl in white with a harp on her back. Her turbid eyes were covered with tears.

Xiyan, that is Xiyan, his disciple of Ye Chen.

He could recognize her at a glance without calculating.
To be continued...