The man and the chicken were extremely fast, and they passed through the golden passage in a blink of an eye and then came to an underground secret room.

This secret room is very large, with a mess and charred inside, as if it was burned by a fire. On the ground around, there were some broken pieces of spirit stones and some weapons fragments scattered.

In the middle of the secret room, there is a Buddha statue with kind eyebrows, emitting a faint golden light. He is sitting cross-legged, pressing the ground in front of him with one hand, with a calm and compassionate expression, as if suppressing some evil demon.

"Made, why have these spirit stones been destroyed?" The Featherless Chicken looked at the fragments of the spirit stone on the ground, glared at the eyes and cursed.

"Hey, this posture is so familiar..." Ye Xingchen stared at the Buddha statue in front of him, and was a little surprised. The posture of this statue in the palm seemed to be the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas.

"By the way, it's the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas!" Ye Xingchen felt more and more like it as he looked at it. He couldn't help but look at it, and suddenly he left his mind, immersed in the artistic conception of this palm.

In a trance, a Buddha's voice came in a vast turbulent manner. In front of Ye Xingchen, an old monk with kind eyebrows appeared. He shouted the Buddha's name and then blasted out his palm, and golden light shone everywhere, and the whole world was shaking.

Although this palm is very powerful, the old monk looked compassionate, as if this palm was not killing, but to liberation from sentient beings.

For no reason, Ye Xingchen felt a little enlightened.

"I understand that the Vajra Palm of the God and the Star Palm Hand were different. The Star War God created the Star Palm Hand for killing. However, the God and Buddha created the Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha to save sentient beings, not for killing at all. If I just kept killing and the goal of fighting is to practice the Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha, it would naturally be difficult to practice."

After seeing the Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha that the old monk used, Ye Xingchen suddenly understood the mystery of the Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha.

This is the real Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha. What he learned before has just gone astray.

At that moment, Ye Xingchen sat cross-legged in front of the old monk, earnestly conscious of the palm just now.

But at this moment, a vast Buddhist voice came into my heart, like an old monk's voice, chanting Buddhist scriptures. The sound was loud, but it was not noisy, making people calm down.

Ye Xingchen only felt that the whole world had become quieter, even quieter than the night, and the whole world was left with the sound of Buddha's voice, and his mind was unprecedentedly quiet.

In such a wonderful state, Ye Xingchen felt that his Vajra Palm of God and Buddha began to transform. He couldn't help but put his hands together, as if he had become a Taoist monk, and he also recited Buddhist scriptures.

"Hey, boy, what's wrong with you? Are you going to become a monk?"

The featherless chicken, who was searching for treasures around, was stunned when he saw Ye Xingchen's abnormality, and then laughed.

But Ye Xingchen closed his eyes and was still reciting Buddhist scriptures, ignoring the featherless chicken at all.

“There is something weird!”

The hairless chicken glared at her eyes, her eyes shone with golden light, and she immediately looked at the Buddha statue in front of Ye Xingchen.

When he saw this, the featherless chicken exclaimed immediately, and he retreated and distanced himself from the Buddha statue.

"It's actually alive!" The featherless chicken stared at the Buddha statue, with an incredible look on her face.

Under the observation of his divine eyes, there was a faint fluctuation of life inside the Buddha statue, which was simply incredible.

Moreover, a Buddha light shrouded down, covering Ye Xingchen, causing Ye Xingchen to fall into that wonderful state.

"This old monk should not have any malice, and it seems that he is a Taoist monk from the lineage of ascetics. He is probably not far from death and is ready to pass on the inheritance to this kid."

The featherless chicken observed for a moment and couldn't help but look at Ye Xingchen with envy.

With his divine eyes, it can be naturally seen that this Taoist monk is extremely powerful and has definitely reached the level of War Lord.

The inheritance of a war lord is much more precious than any treasure.

Moreover, the inheritance of the ascetic lineage is very magical, and even the featherless chicken is coveted.

"However, what is this old monk doing here? And he seems to be suppressing something?" The hairless chicken looked down at the Buddha statue with golden eyes, but there was a familiar and powerful aura there that was isolated from his divine eyes to investigate.

It is the breath of heavenly fire.

Moreover, it is a very powerful aura of heaven.

At this moment, the sound of the Buddha gradually dissipated, and a golden relics flew out of the Buddha statue, emitting a blazing golden light, slowly falling into Ye Xingchen's hands.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Xingchen was shrouded in a golden Buddha light, and his whole body became sacred and inviolable.

"Sharizi... This monk is indeed about to pass away. Alas, a Taoist monk left like this, a pity!" The Featherless Chicken couldn't help but sigh softly when she saw this scene.

He is a war master himself, and he naturally feels uncomfortable when he sees a war master die.

Everyone in the world wants to become a god of war, but how many people can become a god of war?

In the end, few people can achieve the War Lord.

"Master Wuhui..." Suddenly, Ye Xingchen opened his eyes and roared suddenly, frightening the featherless chicken.

However, there was only a Buddha statue in front of him, standing there quietly, motionless and nothing.

Ye Xingchen took a deep breath, then knelt on the ground and bowed nine times.

Then, Ye Xingchen raised his head and whispered: "Master Wuhui, although you didn't say you accepted me as your disciple, I have obtained your inheritance. In my heart, you are already my master."

"This old monk is called Wuhui?" The featherless chicken came over and said, "The four generations of Ascetic Monk's lineage are 'nothing', and the first generation has the highest status. As long as you reach the level of War Lord, you can be promoted to the first generation. This old monk has not been promoted to the first generation. It seems that he has just entered the level of War Lord and has not had time to return to Foshan, which is the lineage of Ascetic Monk, and has been staying here."

Ye Xingchen nodded and said with respect: "After reaching the peak of the War Emperor, Master Wuhui has been traveling abroad, saving all living beings while comprehending Buddhism until he was promoted to the War Lord's realm. However, when he was about to go back, he accidentally discovered this place."

Speaking of this, Ye Xingchen clenched his fist and said angrily: "The Chifeng Ghost Emperor is too irresponsible. When his deadline came, he didn't know where he got the method to upgrade his Chifeng Ghost Fire to the Netherworld Demon Fire. He killed millions of people and used millions of ghosts to absorb endless yin energy as the nourishment for his Chifeng Ghost Fire to the Netherworld Demon Fire."

"The Netherworld Demon Fire? It's actually the Netherworld Demon Fire, and that's right. It seems that among the nine heavenly fires, only the Netherworld Demon Fire evolved, not born." The Featherless Chicken was shocked when she heard this.

However, he frowned and said, "The Red Peak Ghost Fire can evolve into the Netherworld Demon Fire, and the method used by the Red Peak Ghost Emperor is also right, but the Red Peak Ghost Emperor is at most at the Battle Emperor realm, how can he live for so long?"

"Hmph, he is no longer the Ghost Emperor of Chifeng. He has now been promoted to the realm of War Lord, and is the Ghost Lord of Chifeng. Moreover, the reason why he lived for so long was because he gave up his original heart and allowed his soul to be one with the Ghost Fire of Chifeng. He is now half human and half day fire, and he is simply a monster." Ye Xingchen snorted coldly.

"So that's it!" The Featherless Chicken suddenly realized and then sneered: "This guy is really a madman. In this way, even if he survives and has powerful power, he is no longer him."

"When Master Wuhui passed by, he felt the powerful demonic energy here, so he came down to explore and discovered the Chifeng Ghost Lord. At that time, the Netherworld Demon Fire of Chifeng Ghost Lord had just evolved, and he had just entered the realm of the War Lord. However, he, the War Lord, is not an opponent of Master Wuhui, but Master Wuhui cannot kill him, so he can only choose to suppress him and slowly use Buddhism to grind away these demonic energy."

Ye Xingchen continued: "It's a pity that Master Wuhui doesn't know much about Tianhuo. Tianhuo is too powerful. Master Wuhui can't erase the Netherworld Demon Fire at all. In the end, he was trapped here himself."

"So, the treasures left by the Ghost Emperor of Chifeng were destroyed by the battle between them?" The Featherless Chicken immediately looked sad.

"It's a pity that Master Wuhui, a generation of Taoist monk, actually passed away silently here." Ye Xingchen sighed.

Wumaoji curled his lips and said, "You are wrong. Do you think Master Wuhui really can't kill this Chifeng Ghost Lord? If it were another war master, I'm afraid it would really not be able to destroy the Chifeng Ghost Lord, a war master with Tianhuo. However, Master Wuhui can do it, thinking that their ascetic lineage is like Tianhuo, specifically restraining this evil demon."

"Why?" Ye Xingchen was stunned.

"Boy, have you forgotten that there is a city on it? Master Wuhui was also distracted from blocking the place when he was fighting against the Chifeng Ghost Lord, for fear of destroying the Red Stone City above, so he probably could only exert half of his strength, so naturally he couldn't do anything to the Chifeng Ghost Lord." Wumao Ji sneered.

"Master Wuhui is compassionate, alas!" Ye Xingchen understood in an instant.

If Master Wuhui did not block the surroundings with all his might, I am afraid that the entire Red Stone City would be destroyed, and countless casualties would be killed or injured by then. This is not the result that Master Wuhui wanted to see.

"By the way, boy, now Master Wuhui has passed away. Isn't this Red Peak Ghost Lord going to be born?" The Featherless Chicken couldn't help but frown.

Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master Wuhui has used his golden body to set up a formation and temporarily seal the Chifeng Ghost Lord. Within a hundred years, Chifeng Ghost Lord will never be able to escape."

"What about a hundred years later?" said the Featherless Chicken.

Ye Xingchen narrowed his eyes and sneered: "A hundred years later, I will deal with him."

"Boy, then you have to become a war master within a hundred years, haha!" said the Featherless Chicken with a smile.

"Let's go, there are no treasures here anymore, but this time I can get the inheritance of Master Wuhui, which is better than any treasure." Ye Xingchen said and left the secret room.

"You are so happy, Mr. Ling has a free trip." The Featherless Chicken followed with a depressed look on her face.

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Chapter completed!