Ye Sheng walked to the source of Longze Great Abyss for three full days.
Three days later, the source of Longze Great Abyss appeared before his eyes, and Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
In the past three days, countless people poured into the peaceful Longze Great Abyss. Many of them came for Ye Sheng, wanting to find Ye Sheng's traces and report them to the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.
In the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, countless people, demons, and vegetation spirits entered the Heavenly Demon Holy Land. The entire Heavenly Demon Holy Land was divided into two, one part continued to capture the divine beast Qilin, and the other part came to kill Ye Sheng.
The people or monsters who come to kill Ye Sheng are very powerful, six levels of virtual realm, seven levels of virtual realm, eighty percent virtual realm, etc...
Ye Sheng defeated six virtual realms and killed five, which has attracted the attention of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.
No one dares to underestimate Ye Sheng.
Their influx made it a bit difficult for Ye Sheng to travel. He did not want to continue to conflict with the Heavenly Demon Holy Land without breaking through to the fourth level of the virtual realm.
Ye Sheng hid himself and used the keen perception of the Void Demon King to avoid them and came to the source of Longze Great Abyss.
A fiery red sycamore forest appeared in front of Ye Sheng's eyes.
Ye Sheng was shocked and said, "We're finally here."
The Great Demon King of the Void said happily: "Ye Sheng, your opportunity to break through the fourth level of the Void Realm is here."
Ye Sheng nodded, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and strode over.
The sycamore forest is at the source of the Longze Great Abyss. Countless thick rhizomes are rooted in the Longze Great Abyss. Some of the sycamore trees are so big that they are beyond Ye Sheng's imagination.
Three hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years...
Even in the center, Ye Sheng vaguely saw a five-thousand-year-old sycamore tree. It was ancient, vicissitudes of life, and had huge leaves. However, for some reason, this sycamore tree did not mature.
Swish! Swish!
Ye Sheng stepped on the maple leaves and made a sound. The entire sycamore forest was covered with maple leaves, layer by layer, with the rotten ones underneath and the fresh ones falling, and so on.
Ye Sheng's steps were light, stepping on the maple leaves, walking leisurely and alert to his surroundings.
The closer he got to the center of the Wutong Forest, the more cautious Ye Sheng became, restraining his inner joy.
After walking for two hours, Ye Sheng finally saw the huge phoenix tree.
The huge sycamore tree occupies an area of more than ten miles in radius. Covered by its shadow, no second sycamore tree survives nearby.
Ye Sheng saw the phoenix tree and the people.
Under the huge sycamore tree, a young man was looking up at the sycamore tree with his hands clasped together.
This is a monk.
A young monk.
A young monk with good cultivation.
Ye Sheng didn't realize the specific level of virtual realm cultivation for a moment.
Wearing a crescent-white cassock, he was extremely handsome. He was a very beautiful monk with a handsome face.
The young monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and looked at the huge sycamore tree with a pious expression.
Ye Sheng walked slowly over, he must have heard it.
But he didn't move at all, still looking up at the sycamore tree.
Ye Sheng walked up to him, but the distance was only a hundred meters away. He was still undefended and didn't seem to worry about Ye Sheng sneaking up on him.
Ye Sheng did not make a sneak attack. In his previous life, a martial arts writer told Ye Sheng that women, children, and monks were the least to be provoked.
Since they dare to travel around the world undefended, they must have their own methods.
So Ye Sheng came over and looked at the huge phoenix tree with a calm expression.
The leaves swayed in the wind and scattered all over the ground. Ye Sheng and the handsome monk were speechless to each other. Under the sycamore leaves in the sky, there was a kind of silent beauty.
"Under the baptism of time, the ancient tree just told me sadly and angrily that its vitality has been robbed." Suddenly, the handsome monk spoke.
Ye Sheng closed his eyes and listened quietly. There was a kind of silent sadness and indignation in the world around him.
This huge phoenix tree is crying, its unwillingness, its grievances, its sorrow and indignation...
The young and handsome monk did not pay attention to Ye Sheng's lack of answer, but continued: "It has been born for 5,400 years. From a seed to the towering tree it is today, from being ignorant to first understanding the world.
, it is always here, it has never left, it has never harmed anyone, and it has never had any bad thoughts."
Ye Sheng opened his eyes and said, "But it's still dead."
The young and handsome monk nodded and said: "It died. It died a month ago. It died quietly. No one or thing in the world was sad when it died."
Ye Sheng stepped forward and reached out to touch the skin of the sycamore tree.
Old and rough, this is the first feeling.
hot!
fiery!
This is the second feeling.
And the second feeling quickly overshadowed the first feeling.
Wutong is dead.
It died in the heat.
The heat was unbelievable. Ye Sheng raised his head and saw a group of people united.
The phoenix perches on the sycamore tree, undergoes nirvana, and takes away the spirituality of the sycamore tree.
"It still has ten years. In ten years, it will be able to transform and become the leader of the plant elves and a miracle in the world." The young and handsome monk said.
His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary, but his tone was so serious that Ye Sheng could feel his grief and indignation.
"Where are you a monk?" Ye Sheng asked.
"Dalin Temple, Monk Wood Industry." The young and handsome monk nodded gently and said, "Hello, donor Ye Sheng."
"You know me?" Ye Sheng asked in surprise.
"Dalin Temple is not a small force. The monk is acquainted with Ye Sheng, who is famous in the Central Plains." Monk Muye said.
"Monk, what you said just now means you know what happened here?" Ye Sheng asked with his hands behind his back.
"Young monk knows." Monk Mu Ye nodded.
"Besides you, does anyone else know?" Ye Sheng asked, looking at the young and handsome monk.
"No, there is only a young monk." Monk Muye shook his head.
"You are the only one, do you want the Phoenix?" Ye Sheng asked immediately.
"I don't want the phoenix, but I want its life to make amends for this sycamore tree." The wood industry monk whispered softly.
"I want the phoenix. How about I kill the phoenix for you?" Ye Sheng said with a faint smile.
"The young monk accepted the Wutong Tree's request to deal with the phoenix for it, and then all subsequent gifts will be given to the young monk. This is a deal." The wood industry monk shook his head.
Ye Sheng smiled and said: "Then we need a fight to resolve the dispute between us. I will determine the origin of Phoenix Nirvana."
"The young monk also wants to ask for advice, how powerful is the world-famous benefactor Ye Sheng?" Monk Mu Ye said with a serious face, and his robe slowly puffed up.
"It's more powerful than you think. You can give it a try." Ye Sheng narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. The wind surged behind him, and the maple leaves fell like rain. It was very spectacular.
Monk Muye put his hands together and said: "Ye Sheng almsgiver, I beg for mercy, little monk."