Chapter 293: The battle of the Dharma bells, rumors arise

When Ye Chen said these words, it was as if the void had condensed. These words were as heavy as a thousand pounds. The existences in the Immortal Tomb may be the most powerful existences in all eras. They knew that they might Because something was ruined.

And what they fear is called cause and effect.

This kind of power has existed since the birth of the heavens. No one can tell clearly what it is, but even a true immortal cannot escape it.

The kind of immortal mausoleum that the old monk mentioned was a supreme existence from eternity ago. It was probably the most powerful existence in the world. This thing was built by him. He once relied on this to survive again.

Now, all kinds of powerful beings between heaven and earth are buried in that place, which is not difficult to imagine.

Will they come to this world again?

Even the old monk is not sure about this. He was still very weak a million years ago, and he was the first person in this world to see the Lord.

Having lived for millions of years, as a true immortal who once dominated the nine heavens, now he has to face death.

Even Ye Chenye couldn't help but sigh, the world of mortals had undergone tribulations and achieved the body of a true immortal.

A true immortal is not stained by cause and effect, nor stained by the world of mortals.

But is this really the case? Ye Chen has already seen figures like the Kunlun God Emperor, and they will inevitably die in the end.

The old monk looked at Ye Chen in front of him, smiled knowingly, and walked slightly.

"Almsgiver Ye is the pride of all the heavens and the human race. I admire this, old monk, and leave Xiao Shi to you. I am also at ease. Old monk, I am not going to die soon. The only one I can't worry about is him. But there are Donor Ye, you can rest in peace."

The old monk sighed, he had lived for millions of years, he had really lived enough.

Ye Chen didn't say anything. The Western Desert was a place that contained great terror. Ye Chen didn't like most of the monks in the Western Desert, but facing the old monk in front of him, Ye Chen really respected him.

"It seems that the Immortal Tomb above the void will not be opened in the short term. I have bothered you for a long time. I will go down the mountain tomorrow and have important matters."

The old monk nodded. He didn't care much about these things. Things that could make him feel guilty. Now in the world, only the young monk is left. He has high hopes that he may be able to change the people in the West Desert.

"master!"

Next to him, a young monk's face was red. He looked at Ye Chen and the old monk and called out. Later, he found out that these two were masters, and his face suddenly became tangled.

The old monk smiled, looked at the young monk in front of him and said.

"Your master will leave tomorrow. Say goodbye."

As he said that, the old monk took out his legs with difficulty and walked tremblingly inside. He was so old that he had to rest after taking two steps.

The little monk Di Shitian glanced at Ye Chen, who nodded. The little monk smiled happily, and hurriedly ran to the old monk's side, holding his arm. The old monk smiled, did not refuse, and walked forward slowly.

The little monk walked with him like this, as if he was walking the last part of his life.

"A true immortal, not an immortal true immortal. He is going to die."

For some reason, the greedy and angry monk had a sad expression on his face. Looking at the old man's sullen back, he had always been careless, and his tone was a little sad.

The big black dog also stood on top of Ye Chen, saying nothing, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Great Emperor, is it the same in your later years, right?

"His wish came true. In fact, he should have left long ago, but he couldn't let go of the little monk, so he took a strong breath just to prevent the little monk from being lonely. His life has been magnificent, and having the little monk by his side is enough. ”

Ye Chen said calmly, "Everyone dies. Even if he helps the old monk live for a while first, it won't work. In a million years, the longevity medicine will be useless, right?"

At this time, the old monk stopped and stopped walking up the steps. He turned around and looked at Ye Chen in front of him, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Almsgiver Ye, the old monk's name, fight!"

Fighting, Ye Chen remembered.

When the old monk entered the house, the young monk did not come out. He seemed to have felt something.

"Brother Ye, what should we do next?"

The greedy and angry monk asked, "The Immortal Tomb cannot be entered for the time being. Even if the devil's fog dissipates, there is still a faint trace on the outside. Even the strongest beings in the world dare not enter."

"In more than a month, the Ten Thousand Races Conference is about to start. It's time to clean up the garbage."

Ye Chen looked indifferently and looked in the direction of Middle-earth. Tianhuang Ancient City was the venue for the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

The greedy and angry monk smiled. He had endured enough for this period of time. Although Ye Chen didn't care, it would still be unbearable for anyone who was splashed with such dirty water.

Now, Ye Chen was finally going to solve it.

It is impossible for the old monk to die so early. Ye Chen knows that, so he is not worried. After all, he is a true immortal. He can still live for a while if he wants to.

Ever since the Immortal Tomb was revealed, people all over the world have been discussing it, and everyone is guessing what is inside.

But now no one can enter, and as time goes by, no one pays attention.

Because, now another major event is about to occur. The All Races Conference held by all races in the heavens invites people from all races in the world to discuss relevant matters for the sake of the harmony of all races.

The people of the entire world of the heavens are heading towards the ancient city of Tianhuang. Even the uninvited cultivators also appear, and the major imperial clans of the world of the heavens are traveling long distances.

In addition, another matter, because the matter of the Immortal Mausoleum was suppressed, it was brought up again by some unknown force.

The matter of the Taiyi Saint Lord of the human race devouring the strongest physique of the heavens to improve his cultivation was suddenly pushed to the forefront again.

Almost all the imperial clans above the general level are attacking Ye Chen, and the human race is now in an extremely embarrassing position.

Ye Chen killed an emperor, and now there are only two emperors left in the human race.

And they are all dry of blood and qi. Perhaps, the prestige of the human race that Ye Chen had fought hard for some time before will be completely suppressed at this Ten Thousand Races Conference.

All human beings are panicking.

In the Middle Earth, an unknown place, the Wanling Immortal Body walks on the dry land, surrounded by desolation.

And the Wanling Immortal Body suddenly stopped, and a golden short knife appeared in his hand.

"Puff."

A drop of blood flowed down and dripped onto the dry earth.

Suddenly, the fairy light overflowed, and the whole earth changed instantly.

The Wanling Immortal Body, at this time, appeared in an ancient hall.

"Master, the plan is almost done."