It is possible for ordinary people to expose it with their own hands, and their underground fight will definitely trigger an explosion of fire and poison. When they think of this, the four of them feel like throwing a rat into a trap.
The four of them watched for a while, then Qingyun Temple Master spread his hands and said:
"What should I do? How do I do this?"
Ye Chen and Monk Kusheng frowned. Even Ye Lianxing was at a loss and couldn't think of a good solution.
After thinking for a while, Ye Chen said:
"We definitely can't take action here. Before they find us, we need to retreat for the time being."
The three of them had no objection and quietly exited the cave entrance. After a few hundred meters, Ye Chen continued:
"It's definitely not possible to fight head-on. If we can't defeat them, they will definitely be destroyed. Let's go up first and dismantle the formation holes at the foot of those thousand-year-old spiritual trees. If they dare to come up, we will block them."
Qingyun Guanzhu agreed immediately:
"This is a good idea, I agree!"
Monk Kusheng also nodded:
"Amitabha, this is the best way."
The four of them returned to the surface, and Ye Lianxing put away the magic weapon. The four of them had a brief discussion and each went to a thousand-year-old spiritual tree.
Ye Chen rose into the sky and flew to the south with air-controlling flight. In the south, there was a huge tree with a straight and thick trunk, no less than thirty feet tall. It was standing south of Dafang Temple. A newly built gravel road extended along the mountain to
The platform at the bottom of the tree, I think this old tree was newly transplanted.
There was a small courtyard under the tree, with a small hall inside. He flew more than ten meters from the ground and flew into the air. He was discovered before he arrived. A bald man with a sinewy face had his trousers pulled up in one hand and a thick iron Zen staff in the other.
Rushing out, his strong muscles made the yellow monk's robe bulge. When he saw Ye Chen, he raised the Zen staff in front of him and shouted:
"This is the important place of Dafang Temple. Where did the pretty boy come from? Leave quickly, otherwise don't blame the poor monk for being rude!"
Ye Chen fluttered down and landed on the top of a small tree with his toes, rising and falling slightly. He held the ancient pine-patterned sword in his hand with a beautiful sword flower and clasped it behind his wrist. He saluted gracefully and said with a smile:
"You are a fake monk, and you don't know that a disaster is coming. I am a disciple of Emei. Today, I will do justice for heaven and eradicate you monsters who pollute the pure land of Buddhism!"
"Disciple of Emei!"
The barbarian monk seemed to be frightened, his voice rose and fell sharply. He looked at Ye Chen and immediately acted as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He glanced back and forth, his face also changed back and forth. In the end, it seemed that he had not seen what he imagined.
There were other Emei disciples among them, and since this was their own territory, there were other companions not far away. After calming down, he said fiercely:
"Don't try to embarrass your Buddha. How come some pretty boy dares to pretend to be a disciple of Emei? If you don't leave, don't leave."
Ye Chen sneered and didn't explain any more. As soon as he turned the ancient pine pattern sword into his hand, he raised the sword and slashed, and a white sword light about five feet long flew out and shot down.
The barbarian monk immediately raised his iron staff and slammed it down with a loud 'clang' sound. The sword energy was shattered into pieces, and the barbarian monk couldn't help but take a step back.
"Oh, it's not bad!"
Ye Chen tapped his toes, and the soft tree top pressed down for a few inches and then bounced up, flying into the air towards the barbarian monk. His wrist trembled slightly, and the sharp tip of the ancient pine-grained sword cut through the space, and in an instant, he outlined a large basin.
A sword flower fluttered and fell towards the barbarian monk.
"No, this guy is very good at swordsmanship. He is really a disciple of Emei!"
The barbarian monk was secretly frightened and felt a hint of timidity in his heart, but without any pause in his movements, he shouted loudly, and a layer of gray and white colors suddenly emerged from the iron staff, and he whipped the fallen sword flowers in the air.
"boom!!!..."
It was as if an extremely hard iron rod had been inserted into the rapidly rotating bicycle wheel. The rotation was instantly stuck, a large number of steel bars broke, gray stars flew into the air, and the tooth-grinding sound made the ears itch.
Ye Chen was dressed in white like an immortal, with a cold and handsome face. He slashed down with three swords in a row. The sharp sword light contained a power that the barbarian monk could not resist. He cut off the gray hair on the iron staff with one sword.
With mixed colors, the two swords forcibly cut through the iron staff in front of him, leaving a hole in his chest. The third sword fell like a meteor, and a flash of blood rose. The barbarian monk covered his throat and slowly fell to the ground.
He put his sword into its sheath, crossed the corpse and stood in front of the small hall for a long time. He sighed and entered. There was only one bed in the small room, with a naked woman covered in bruises and bruises huddled on it.
Shivering.
Originally, he had no intention of killing her, but during the battle, when he glanced through the crack of the window and saw the woman on the bed, the murderous intention in his heart surged uncontrollably.
"Girl, the demon monk has been killed by me. You can leave quickly."
The woman who was trembling for a while finally showed her head, and when she saw him, she suddenly lost her voice in pain.
Her clothes had already been torn to pieces. Ye Chen could only take out a set of his own clothes from the storage space and handed them over to her to change into. He also took out a few silver bags with ingots and put them in her hands, giving Qian Enwan some advice.
The Xie woman left along the path.
When her figure disappeared, Ye Chen flicked his finger, and a spark flew out and landed on the body of the barbarian monk, which immediately turned into blazing flames and burned it.
He had no intention of cleaning up the trophies. He didn't think there would be anything good about a wild monk who couldn't even block his three swords. He burned it down with only the iron staff and kicked it away.
Coming to the back of the small hall, there is the thousand-year-old tree with a straight trunk. A circle of bluestones is built around the edge of the tree to form a flower bed. The ground outside is leveled and paved with stone slabs, which are as smooth as a mirror, surrounding the ground of the ancient tree.
It is covered with lines as thick as a fist, and a faint spiritual light can be seen on it connected along the lines into a whole, extending to the ancient trees like a network of light.
This is the formation eye of the so-called formation recorded in the ancient relics. There is one under each thousand-year-old tree. The eight formation eyes are connected into one piece. They are connected and coordinated by the central main formation eye pivot to activate the formation.
By using this method, you can leverage the powerful power of earth veins with very little force, and have the power to change the world.
The formation is so miraculous, just looking at the eight thousand-year-old trees cannot tell that they can exert such power.
It is difficult to destroy the formation eyes of the formation, but it is very simple if the formation eyes are not yet formed. He summoned several fire dragons and plunged them down, and the hard stone slab was immediately smashed into pieces, and the light net was scattered.
As for this thousand-year-old tree, he couldn't take it away for the time being. He didn't have a magic weapon now, and the storage bag couldn't hold living things, so he could only wait until later.
Returning to the place where the four of them parted, Ye Lianxing had returned and was sitting boredly on a tree branch, kicking a pair of straight and well-proportioned calves back and forth. When he saw him coming over, he smiled sweetly, waved and said:
"Junior Brother Ye, come here quickly."
Ye Chenfei went over and sat on a tree branch, saying with a smile that was repelling people thousands of miles away but not impolite.
