Chapter 1767 Burial and destroy the Tao!

Author: Qing Muhan

Chapter 1767 Burial and destroy the Tao!

It’s not his fault that he was lost, but the Burial Mountain was too mysterious. He couldn’t see through the marks imprinted on it. The patterns seemed to be engraved with the vicissitudes of time.

boom!

With a roar, the Burial Mountain trembled a little, and the divine clouds gushed, covering the sky. Every strand was the law of nirvana. Whether it was the vision of heaven's punishment or the patterns on the Burial Mountain, it was all Tao.

The traces, every trace, are above the thunder and the fairy light, and are a taboo.

puff!

Ye Chen's mouth was bleeding, his body trembled, and he was bent. Just a trace of Taoism scattered on the Burial Mountain had the power to destroy the world.

He was not afraid, gritted his teeth and held his body steady, and looked up at the sky again and again.

The sky is dark, dark clouds are rolling, lightning and thunder are scattered, and each channel has the power of destruction. The so-called heavenly punishment is here. The power of heavenly tribulation is less than one or two of them, but it is better than the huge number.

Even though his background is against the will of heaven, he cannot withstand the bombardment of heavenly disaster.

This is true for him, and so is the Chaos Cauldron, flying again and again.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The heavenly tribulation is still there, the sky is shaking, wave after wave, destroying withered and rotten, even nothingness is crushed and twisted. Under the sky, no grass is left, and the earth has cracked the gullies, even though it is far away, Ye Chen

You can vaguely smell the smell of gunpowder. If this continues, the world will be broken into pieces sooner or later.

"We... will really die!" The Chaos Cauldron buzzed and couldn't help but wail. He had been in a state of confusion for too long. When he woke up again, it was the end of the world. With so many days of punishment, one or two of them were enough, more than a hundred,

Even the peak of the quasi-emperor, he can't stand it!

"Don't be afraid." Ye Chen smiled, and took out the wine pot with his hand, which made him feel so happy. He was calm and calm, without any rush. It must be not easy to bury the Taoist marks on the mountain.

Sure enough, the Chaos Cauldron was settled and retracted into the Chaos Cauldron.

Ye Chen was also contented, sat on the ground, raised his head and stared blankly.

A stick of incense burned quietly, and the Burial Mountain still stood still.

And the heavenly tribulation was still rumbling, and thunders raged, falling again and again, trying to erase Ye Chen, but also wanted to send him to Jiuyou.

Ye Chen was silent, allowing the baptism of heaven to be baptized, let the lightning slash, let the blood flow, and the Taoist roots be destroyed in an instant, and he could only watch quietly, without moving for a moment, just because the mountain was buried, there was a mysterious force summoning him.

Gradually, he slowly closed his eyes and his mind fled into the darkness.

It was a dark space with halo flowing and ancient characters portrayed. Crystal clear beads embedded on the stone wall, each with fairy light blooming.

His eyes gradually opened, reflecting the dazzling light. The pendants were given to him by his parents, and they brought their own mystery, which could lead him into a magical realm.

And what he called the magical realm was on the Mount of Burial.

He left and stepped into it in one step.

Immediately, he merged into the Burial Mountain, buried his body and his breath, and even his soul was buried, without even a drop of blood.

Burial was clean.

"What's the situation? How could it disappear?" Ye Chen was stunned. He thought that he could find that opportunity when he was buried in the mountain. Who would have thought that after entering the Burial Mountain, he could not find anything, as if at that moment, he

He has passed away and was completely destroyed.

"This guy is making trouble!" Chaos Ding shouted.

"Is this... a mountain of Burial?" Ye Chen frowned. He had personally experienced the mountain of Burial. The scenes were too familiar, but at this moment, the strangeness of Burial Mountain surprised him.

"If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would never believe it." Chaos Ding muttered.

"What kind of formation is this?" Ye Chenhuan looked around and looked around in confusion. Everything here was covered in fog, and even the stars could not be seen clearly, like a dream or a illusion.

"One way to bury one's way, you need to overcome the nine-level heavenly tribulation." A misty sound sounded. Judging from its tone, it was the spirit of the bury mountain. It did not show its true body, and it only transmitted the sound through the Taoist traces. "Nine

All the Daotian tribulations need to be overcome, and it will be considered to have completed the first stage of the test."

"What do you mean is that Burial Mountain is a gate?" Ye Chen asked tentatively.

"no."

"Uh." Ye Chen pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking that Burial Mountain was a treasure pavilion? It was a test or a trial. Without going through nine kalpas, how could he be qualified to be the successor of his family?

"My name is Burial." The spirit of the Burial Artifact continued to speak, and said earnestly, "Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, Burial, No one in this world can escape, except for the inheritance of Burial Mountain.

, You are the only one, you wish to worship me as your teacher and I am the teacher.”

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows. He understood this sentence, and he had already understood the meaning of the previous burial.

The so-called burial of destruction is not the burial of heaven and earth, but the burial of all things in this world.

In other words, the inheritance of the mountain of burial is not only burial, but also burial all things, burial heaven and earth, burial life and death, and burial life and death, which can give birth to the inheritance.

I have to say that this kind of inheritance is quite domineering. If you fight at the same level, you will definitely go against the will of heaven once you control this technique.

Of course, it is not so easy to practice this technique. Even if it is a holy body, it cannot bear it, because the Taoist traces of burial are a terrifying forbidden method. Once used, it will consume life. If you cannot die at the end of your life,

If the period of cultivation is achieved, life will be in danger.

Moreover, the lifespan of this generation of inheritors is almost infinite, which is enough to last until the birth of the next generation of inheritors. Moreover, the longer the lifespan, the more difficult it is to practice, because the burial is too cruel.

He knew best about this. He had tried to destroy the heavenly tribulation on the mountain, not only for the body, but also for his soul. His devil and evil body would inevitably suffer, let alone ordinary monks.

Therefore, burial and inheritance is more difficult than imagined.

However, for Ye Chen, this difficulty is not without hope. With that slight opportunity, everything is no longer a luxury. Once you break through the third level, everything will be solved.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen stood up, stepped onto the mountain road, and walked towards the depths.

During this period, the heavenly tribulation of burial continued, and one after another came, but Ye Chen could not do anything. Although the burial of burial mountain was terrible, it was like a decoration for the holy body Ye Chen.

"Burn the mountain." Outside, Young Master Ye had already climbed to another mountain top and murmured to himself, "It should be an invincible magic weapon, and he still has consciousness."

"I know you have luck." An old man with white hair smiled slowly, and was the spirit of Zhuxian sword weapon.

"You are not the guardian of Burial." Ye Chen glanced at the Zhuxian sword weapon spirit. Burial weapon spirit was conscious, but the old man in white was like a puppet and unconscious.

"You don't understand." The white-haired old man shook his head and smiled.

"Do you know my parents?" Ye Chen pondered, always feeling the smile of the white-haired old man, full of vicissitudes.

"Your parents?" The old man with white hair turned his head slightly and looked at Ye Chen up and down, his eyes very penetrating.

"Who are they...?" Ye Chen asked.

"You don't deserve to know."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm worthy or not. If you don't give me the answer, I will kill you today." Ye Chen snorted coldly.

Hearing this, the old man with white hair was stunned, as if he had not expected a junior to threaten him. He was a sword weapon and had never been so humiliated.

He was furious and wanted to kill Ye Chen, but he was suppressed. The Burial Mountain was too powerful, and his will could not shake the mountain.

Zheng!

Ye Chen waved the iron whip and rolled out. His expression was fierce, his eyes were scarlet and full of evil spirits, like a crazy beast, roaring and trembling.

He is still struggling desperately.

However, Burial was too strong. Even if he tried his best, it would be useless. The power of Burial sealed his Taoist principles and divine body, bound his Taoist aggregate, and even had a powerful force of the Supreme Emperor's weapon level.

Sometimes it is accompanied by the power of nirvana, and even if his combat power is overwhelming, it is difficult to compete with.

He is a holy body, not afraid of the power of nirvana and pressure, but the power of burial ignores the holy body. This is a lasting tug-of-war, and he will use the sword weapon to die.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

He attacked constantly, and the mountain was swaying, and the collapsed gravel splashed all over the sky. Whenever he fell, he exploded, dripping blood, covered with blood, and his bones clattered.

"Aren't you very arrogant? If you have the guts, come out and bite me!"

"You're coming out!"

"You're out!"

Ye Chen's hair was disheveled, like a mad dog or an evil ghost, being cut into ashes again and again, and then he got up again and again, as if he was crazy, with a roar all over the sky, resounding throughout the entire Burial Mountain.

His hysteria attracted more people to watch and everyone was talking.

"What a domineering body, comparable to a quasi-deserted soldier."

"The Taoist traces of the burial are too strange. They restore him again and again, annihilated him again and again, and torture repeatedly. His body is already scarred and shocking."

"The way of burial is really terrible."

There were many talks and sighs, and the pressure of burial was beyond their expectations.

"This kind of hero will surely become famous in the world." Someone stroked his beard and looked at one side.

"Who is that guy? Why are you so arrogant?" Under the gaze of everyone, a golden light shone through the void.
Chapter completed!