Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1608: Hu Luopingyang was bullied by dogs
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The altar at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Chen buried its head, sat quietly, with messy white hair, covering his old face.
He is like a stone carved statue. If he does not move at all, he will occasionally move the chain collision sound.
He should be a dragon that soars for nine days, but it is better than a ant at this moment. He has to be ruthless for years at the bottom of the five-finger mountain in the dark sky.
The seal of Buddha Nian's body is too strong and supported by infinite thoughts. Such imprisonment is unbreakable for non-imperial soldiers.
Unfortunately, he has no imperial soldiers and cannot break the ban.
Unless someone bombards Wuzhi Mountain from the outside with an imperial soldier.
It's just that the super-religious and ancient races with extremely powerful emperors are self-styled. The remaining three or five forces will not have such ranks of imperial soldiers at all.
Although there is, he will probably not save him at the cost of provoking Buddha, he has no such a big face.
When the wind blows, his body trembles, his already slack breath, and his depression. The old form is even more late, and there is death as if it appears.
In a flash, his cultivation behavior eventually fell from Quasi Saint to Sovereign Realms, with no signs but unexpected.
The evolution of Zhou Tian is too weird. Even if you do n’t practice this method, cultivation behavior will also fall, and Shou Yuan will decrease. It will dissolve cultivation cultivation into Shou Yuan all the time.
If you fool Zhou Tian again, its backlash speed will be accelerated, once more, and irresistibly.
The truth that has never changed in the past, the domineering secret Divine Ability, all have the domineering backlash, which is extremely fierce.
And he is a **** example. He is breaking the sky and taboo all the way. backlash is also tragic, and he has gradually devastated him.
Dading humming, 'Immortal Fire' Heavenly Thunder also turned into a dragon shape raging roar in Core Sea, all mourning for him.
But these are all useless. They are like Ye Chen. They are suppressed by the Buddha and it is difficult to break through the imprisonment.
Silently, the night came again and Wan Lai was silent.
Void, someone is coming from the sky, dressed in a sloppy manner, with a big beard and a shaggy hair.
That was Yanlao Road, which fell at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
"The seal of the Buddha, the result is overbearing." Yan Lao Road looked up and glanced at the Buddhist scroll hanging on the top of the mountain.
Finally, he looked down at the bottom of the mountain, and seemed to be able to see the Ye Chen in it, "Whoever provokes is bad, but he will provoke the Buddha."
"I don't need his mercy." Ye Chen's words were plain and quiet, and his eyes were quiet. "Even if he sealed me to death, I would still not bow my head to the Buddha."
"Is the body of the Eucharist all so strong?" Yan Lao Dao sighed shook his head and sighed.
He said, he cut a stone monument with a sword and stood at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, "I will go to the old home, I hope you can still support it until that time. Is your tombstone. "
"Thank you." Ye Chen smiled and brought vicissitudes.
Yan Lao Dao sighed again and turned to the sky.
Heaven and earth, once again returned to tranquility, only the leaves fell, swaying in the wind, flapping on Wuzhi Mountain.
Ye Chen's eyelids jittered, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep, motionless at the bottom of the dark mountain.
He slept for three days without ever waking up.
There were still people coming in three days, in twos and threes.
Most of them are an older generation with a junior, and their cultivation is not high. They are servants, and want to see the true appearance of the Eucharist.
"Grandpa, is the man under the mountain really powerful?" A simple boy, looking at his elders, with big and clear eyes, was innocent.
"He is a holy body, invincible of the same rank, shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, his legends are all myths." Old cultivator smiled, touching the young boy's head, full of kindness.
"That holy body is really pitiful and relentlessly suppressed."
"Get out, get out." Drinking, fierce and evil, a dozen young people came to the sky, arrogant and arrogant.
Seeing this, the old cultivators hurriedly took their juniors to retreat, fearing that they would be angered, and they would be killed.
Looking at the dozens of young people again, they did not come from one force, but from multiple forces, all of which were Quasi Saint.
"Ye Chen, you have today too." A dozen youths have all kinds of fierce faces, expression is grim, gritted, and I wish I could drag Ye Chen out and shred it.
"Ouch, there are tombstones." A dozen young people saw the tombstone under the mountain and laughed at the play.
"Come here and pour some water." A young man with purple hair came forward, untied his belt, and took out his younger brother.
In an instant, the sound of sparse Lala sounded, and the urine of Zifa Youth was sprayed on the tombstone. A tombstone was wetted with urine.
"It's so sentimental, I'll come too." The others showed their white teeth, and the grin was gruesome.
"Even if it is sealed, it won't make you feel better."
The sound of water is rising again, accompanied by unbridled laughter, "Ye Chen, this taste is good, prepared for you."
"Grandpa, they ..." The young boy not far away, his small face full of anger, was dragged.
"We can't afford it." The old cultivator covered the teenager's mouth and dragged away. Although he was extremely angry, he couldn't control it. They were all weak.
At the foot of the mountain, more than a dozen young people beat urinating tremors, lifted their pants, spat, and laughed away.
Such cool news, spread by them, those who have hatred for Ye Chen, their eyes suddenly light up.
Pissing in front of the tombstone of the Eucharist, just listening to this matter, it is very happy, and it is crazy to think about it.
So, under the Five Finger Mountain, there are more silhouettes.
There are always so many people, either a group of three or a team of five, all come to Wuzhishan to pee.
It is really a family of Qiu Yishui, there are many people such as Supreme Purity Palace, punishment Holy Land, Cangling Palace.
Sifang cultivator sighed, the holy body, has created myths, but now it is so miserable.
It's really wind and sun, Hu Luo Ping Yang was bullied by dogs, this is the world, Chi. Nude irony.
The existence of Wuzhi Mountain makes people feel inexplicably sad, sad for Ye Chen and sad for the world.
These evils lasted for a month before they gradually subsided. No response from Ye Chen was found. Those people felt dull and the visitors came gradually scarce.
It was another peaceful night. The sleeping Ye Chen opened his eyes for the first time and looked out of Wuzhi Mountain.
Someone came from outside the mountain. It was a peerless woman, covered with plain yarn, dusted in white, and could not see the true appearance. I saw that the eyes were clear and clean, but it was indifferent. The three thousand green silks moved without wind, all traces Dyed with Shenxia.
She, isn't it the tearless fairy who read Ci'an?
In the old days, Ye Chen went to Nian Temple to find Chu Xuan. She became mad and almost destroyed her.
During speaking, the fairy without tears had fallen down the mountain, first glanced at the Buddhist scroll on the top of the five-finger mountain, before looking at the tombstone of Yanlao Dao.
The tombstone is drenched with wetness.
"Fairy, can you tell me about your goddess." Ye Chen looked up, his voice hoarse, old and vicissitudes, dim eyes, quietly looked at the tearless fairy.
"Her name is unforgettable, she is sanctified at the age of 100, the most amazing fairy body since the establishment of the city without tears." The tearless fairy lightly opened her lips, exuding light spirit words, such as Jiuxiao ’s natural sound, very It's beautiful.
"She can have hobbies." Ye Chen tears in her eyes.
"When the night is quiet, I would like to stand on the top of the mountain and look up at the rope."
"She under the moon, it should be beautiful and holy."
"As you said." The tearless fairy's eyes were quiet, before the words fell, he turned around and walked towards the night.
"If the fairy returns when he returns in the new year, can he bring a sentence to your goddess, he said: There is a person named Ye Chen who has never forgotten her and is waiting for her to go home."
"Too indifferent to love, without tears ... is merciless." The fairy without tears replied, her eyes were incomparable, just like her eyes, quiet and without waves.