He didn't blame him for being distracted, but it was because the Burial Mountain was too mysterious. He couldn't see through the traces imprinted on it. Those lines seemed to be engraved with the vicissitudes of time.
boom!
With a roar, the Burial Mountain trembled for a moment, and divine clouds gushed out, covering the sky. Every ray was the law of annihilation. Whether it was the vision of heaven's punishment or the lines on the Burial Mountain, they were all the Dao. Every trace of it is above the thunder and fairy light, and can be called a taboo.
puff!
Ye Chen's mouth was bleeding, his body was trembling, and he was bent over. Just a trace of traces scattered on the mountain had the power to destroy the world.
He was not afraid, gritted his teeth, stood up, stabilized his body, and looked up at the sky again and again.
The sky is dark, dark clouds are rolling, lightning is thundering, and thunder is falling. Each one has the power of destruction. The so-called scourge is here. The power of the scourge is not as powerful as one or two of them, but it is better than the huge number. Even though his background is against the heavens, he cannot withstand the bombardment of the catastrophe.
He was like this, and so was the Chaos Cauldron, escaping again and again.
boom! boom! boom!
The catastrophe is still there, the sky is shaking, wave after wave, destroying everything, even the nothingness is crushed and distorted, under the sky, not a blade of grass is left, the earth has cracked ravines, across the distance, Ye Chen You can vaguely smell the smoke. If this continues, sooner or later the world will be torn into pieces.
"We...are really going to die!" The Cauldron of Chaos buzzed, and he couldn't help wailing. He had been in a daze for too long, and when he woke up again, it was a doomsday scene. There were so many divine punishments, one or two would be enough, not just a hundred. Even if the Quasi-Emperor is at his peak, he can't hold it back!
"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen said with a smile, and took out the wine bottle with a flick of his hand. He drank it happily. He was calm and calm, not in any hurry. It must not be easy to bury the Dao marks on the mountain.
Sure enough, the Chaos Cauldron calmed down and shrank into the Chaos Cauldron.
Ye Chen was also at ease, sitting on the ground, raising his head and looking at the melon seeds in a daze.
A stick of incense burned out quietly, but the Burial Mountain still stood untouched.
But the heavenly catastrophe was still roaring, with thunder raging and crashing down again and again, trying to destroy Ye Chen and send him to Jiuyou.
Ye Chen was silent, letting the catastrophe baptize him, letting the thunder and lightning strike, letting the blood flow, and letting the roots of the road be annihilated inch by inch. He just watched quietly, without moving for an instant, just because the Burial Mountain had a mysterious power calling him.
Gradually, he slowly closed his eyes, and his mind disappeared into the darkness.
It was a pitch-black space, with a halo of light flowing, and ancient characters carved on it. Crystal clear beads were embedded in the stone walls, each one blooming with fairy light.
His eyes gradually opened, reflecting the bright light. Those pendants were given to him by his parents. They had their own mysteries and could lead him into a magical realm.
And his so-called magical realm is on the Burial Mountain.
He walked away and stepped into it.
Immediately, he was like a grain of sand, blending into the Burial Mountain, burying his body, his breath, and even his soul, without even a drop of blood being revealed. Buried cleanly.
"What's going on? How could he disappear?" Ye Chen was stunned. He thought he could find the opportunity by being buried in the mountain. Who would have thought that after entering the mountain, he could not find anything. It seemed that just at that moment, he He has passed away and was completely destroyed.
"This guy is causing trouble!" Chaos Cauldron shouted.
"Is this... the Burial Mountain?" Ye Chen frowned. He had personally experienced the Burial Mountain. The scenes were too familiar, but at this moment, the strangeness of the Burial Mountain surprised him.
"If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it." Chaos Cauldron muttered.
"What kind of formation is this?" Ye Chenhuan looked around, looking in all directions in confusion. Everything here was covered in fog. Even the stars could not be seen clearly. It was like a dream or an illusion.
"On the way to Bury Mie, you need to survive nine levels of heavenly tribulations." A misty voice sounded. Judging from its timbre, it was the weapon spirit of Bury Mie Mountain. It did not show its true form and only transmitted its voice through the Dao Mark. "Nine All the heavenly tribulations need to be overcome to complete the first stage of the test."
"You mean, Burying Mountain is the same door?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.
"no."
"Uh." Ye Chen twitched the corners of his mouth. He thought Burial Mountain was a treasure pavilion? Being in trouble for a long time is a test, or a trial. If you don't go through the nine tribulations, how can you be qualified to be the heir of his family?
"My name is Yan Mi." The weapon spirit of Yan Mi continued to speak, and his words were serious and thoughtful, "Bury Mi, burial of Yan Mi, burial of heaven, burial of earth, burial of all things. In this world, no one can escape, except for my inheritance of Yan Mi Mountain. , you are the only one, you are willing to worship me as your teacher, and worship me as your teacher."
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows. He understood this sentence, and he had already understood the meaning of burial.
The so-called burial does not mean the burial of heaven and earth, but the burial of all things in the world.
In other words, the inheritance of Burying Mountain is not just about burying one line, but also includes burying all things, burying heaven and earth, and burying life and death. Only in burying life and death can the inheritance be born.
It has to be said that this kind of inheritance is quite domineering. If you fight at the same level, once you master this technique, you will definitely be defiant.
Of course, it is not that easy to practice this technique. Even the Holy Body cannot bear it, because the annihilated Dao Mark is a terrifying forbidden technique. Once it is used, it will consume your life. If you cannot sleep properly at the end of your life, If you don't succeed in cultivation, your life will be in danger.
Moreover, the lifespan of this generation of inheritors is almost infinite, enough to last until the next generation of inheritors is born. Moreover, the longer the life span, the harder it is to practice because burial is too cruel.
He knew this best. He had tried to destroy the natural disaster on the mountain, not only for his physical body, but also for his soul. His Demon Calamity Body would not be immune to the disaster, let alone ordinary monks.
Therefore, burying the inheritance is more difficult than imagined.
However, this level of difficulty is not without hope for Ye Chen. With that glimmer of opportunity, everything is no longer a luxury. Once the third level is broken, everything will be solved.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen stood up suddenly, stepped on the mountain road, and walked deeper.
During this period, the catastrophes of Burial and Destruction continued, one after another, but they could not help Ye Chen. Although the Burial and Destruction Mountain was terrifying, it was like a decoration to the Holy Body Ye Chen.
"Bury the Mountain." Outside, Young Master Ye had climbed to the top of another mountain and murmured to himself, "It should be an invincible magic weapon, and it is actually conscious."
"I know you have good fortune." A white-haired old man said with a leisurely smile, he is the sword spirit of Zhuxian.
"You are not the guardian of Yan Mie." Ye Chen glanced at the Zhuxian sword weapon spirit. The weapon spirit of Zhan Mie was conscious, but the old man in white was like a puppet and had no consciousness.
"You don't understand." The white-haired old man shook his head and smiled.
"Do you know my parents?" Ye Chen pondered, feeling that the white-haired old man's smile was full of vicissitudes of life.
"Your parents?" The white-haired old man tilted his head slightly and looked at Ye Chen up and down with penetrating eyes.
"Who...are they?" Ye Chen asked.
"You don't deserve to know."
"It doesn't matter whether I am worthy or not. If you don't give me an answer, I will kill you today." Ye Chen snorted coldly.
Hearing this, the white-haired old man was startled. He seemed to have never expected that a junior would dare to threaten him. He had never been humiliated like this before with such a majestic sword.
He suddenly became angry and wanted to kill Ye Chen, but he was suppressed. The Burial Mountain was too powerful, and even a ray of his will could not shake the mountain.
Zheng!
Ye Chen swung the iron whip, causing him to roll out. His expression was ferocious, his eyes were scarlet, full of evil aura, like a mad beast, roaring and shaking the sky.
He was still struggling desperately.
However, Zhan Mie is too strong. No matter how hard he tries, it will be of no avail. Zhen Mie's power has sealed his Dao principles and divine body, restrained his Dao Yun, and even has the pressure of a supreme Dao emperor soldier level. Sometimes it is also accompanied by the power of annihilation. Even with his overwhelming fighting power, it is difficult to compete with him.
He is the Holy Body and is not afraid of the power and coercion of Annihilation, but the power of Annihilation ignores the Holy Body. This is a long-lasting tug-of-war, and he wants to consume the sword to death.
boom! boom! boom!
He kept attacking, Burying Mountain swayed, collapsing rubble flew all over the sky, and every time it fell, it would explode, leaving him dripping with blood, his body covered in blood, and his bones cracking.
"Aren't you a fool? Come out and bite me again if you dare!"
"You should come out!"
"You should come out now!"
Ye Chen's hair was disheveled, like a mad dog or an evil ghost. He was smashed into ashes again and again, and then he got up again and again, as if he was crazy, and his roars filled the sky and the entire Burial Mountain.
His hysteria attracted more people to watch and click their tongues.
"What a domineering body, comparable to a quasi-wild soldier."
"The traces of the buried path are too weird. He has been restored again and again, annihilated again and again, and tortured repeatedly. His body has been scarred and shocking."
"The way of destruction is really terrible."
There were a lot of discussions and a lot of sighs, and the pressure of death was beyond their expectations.
"This kind of outstanding people will surely be famous in the heavens." Someone stroked his beard and looked in one direction.
"Who is that guy? Why are you so stupid?" Under the attention of everyone, a golden light flashed across the void.
(End of chapter)
