The Earth Is My Dantian

Ye Sheng walked for three full days to the source of Longze Great Abyss. m.

Three days later, the source of Longze Dayuan appeared in front of him, and Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past three days, countless people poured into the peaceful Longze Dayuan, many of them came for Ye Sheng, wanting to find Ye Sheng's trace and report to the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

In the Heavenly Demon Holy Land, countless people, demons, and spirits of plants and trees entered the Heavenly Demon Holy Land. The entire Heavenly Demon Holy Land was divided into two parts, one part continued to capture the divine beast Qilin, and the other part came to kill Ye Sheng.

The people or demons who came to kill Ye Sheng were very powerful, the sixth level of the virtual world, the seventh level of the virtual world, eighty percent of the virtual world, etc...

Ye Sheng defeated six virtual realms and killed five, which has already attracted the attention of the Heavenly Demon Holy Land.

No one dared to underestimate Ye Sheng.

The influx of them made it difficult for Ye Sheng to travel. He didn't want to continue to conflict with the Heavenly Demon Holy Land without breaking through the fourth level of the Void Realm.

Ye Sheng hid himself and used the keen perception of the great demon king of the void to avoid them and came to the source of Longze Dayuan.

A fiery red sycamore forest appeared in front of Ye Sheng's eyes.

Ye Sheng was shocked and said, "It's finally here."

The Great Demon King of the Void said happily: "Ye Sheng, this is the opportunity for you to break through the fourth level of the Void Realm."

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 take root in the Longze Great Abyss. Some of the sycamore trees are unbelievably large, beyond Ye Sheng's imagination.

Three hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years...

Even in the very center, Ye Sheng vaguely saw a 5,000-year-old sycamore tree, ancient and vicissitudes, with huge leaves, but for some reason, this sycamore tree did not mature.

rustle! rustle!

Ye Sheng stepped on the maple leaves, making a sound, and the entire sycamore forest was covered by maple leaves, layer by layer, rotten underneath, fresh falling, and so on.

Ye Sheng's footsteps were light, stepping on the maple leaves, walking unhurriedly, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

The closer he was to the center of the sycamore forest, the more cautious Ye Sheng was, 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. Under the shadow, there is no second sycamore tree nearby.

Ye Sheng saw the phoenix tree, and he also saw people.

Under the huge phoenix tree, a young man is looking up at the phoenix tree with his hands clasped together.

This is a monk.

A young monk.

A young monk with good cultivation.

For a while, Ye Sheng didn't see the specific level of cultivation in the Void Realm.

He was dressed in a crescent-white cassock, which set off his extraordinary beauty. This is still a monk with extremely beautiful looks and a handsome face.

The young monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked at the huge parasol with a devout expression.

Ye Sheng walked slowly, he must have heard it.

But he didn't move at all, he was still looking up at the plane tree.

Ye Sheng walked up to him, the distance was only a hundred meters away, and he was still undefended, as if he was not worried about Ye Sheng attacking him.

Ye Sheng did not sneak attack either. A martial arts writer in his previous life told Ye Sheng that women, children, and monks should not be provoked in the world.

Since they dared to walk the rivers and lakes without defense, they must have their own means.

So Ye Sheng came over and looked at the huge phoenix tree with a calm expression.

The wind blows the leaves and shakes them,

Scattered all over the ground, Ye Sheng and the handsome monk were speechless to each other, under the sycamore leaves all over the sky, there was a kind of quiet beauty.

"Under the baptism of time, the ancient tree just told me in grief and indignation that its vitality was plundered." Suddenly, the handsome monk spoke.

Ye Sheng closed his eyes and listened quietly. There was a kind of silent grief and indignation in the surrounding world.

This huge phoenix tree is crying, its unwillingness, its grievances, its grief and indignation...

The young and handsome monk didn't care about Ye Sheng's non-answer, but continued: "It has been born for 5,400 years, from a seed to a towering tree today, from ignorance to the first knowledge of this world , it’s all here, it never left, it never harmed anyone, and it never had any bad intentions.”

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, and it died quietly. There is no one or anything sad in the world of death."

Ye Sheng stepped forward and reached out to caress the skin of this sycamore tree.

Old and rough, this is the first feeling.

hot!

fiery!

This is the second feeling.

And the second sense quickly overshadowed the first.

Indus is dead.

It died under the heat.

It was unbelievably hot, Ye Sheng raised his head and saw a whole world.

The phoenix perches on the sycamore tree, undergoes nirvana, and takes away the spirituality of the sycamore tree.

"It's still ten years away. After ten years, it will be able to take shape and become the leader of the vegetation elves, and become a miracle in the world." The young and handsome monk said.

His expression was very calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, but his tone was so heavy that Ye Sheng could feel his grief and anger.

"Where are you a monk?" Ye Sheng asked.

"Dalin Temple, Monk Muye." The young and handsome monk nodded lightly and said, "Good morning, Lord Ye Sheng."

"You know me?" Ye Sheng asked in surprise.

"Dalin Temple is not a small faction. Ye Sheng, who is famous in the Central Plains, is known to the young monk." Monk Muye said.

"Monk, you just said so much, so you know what happened here?" Ye Sheng asked with his hands behind his back.

"Young monk knows." Monk Muye nodded.

"Apart from you, does anyone else know?" Ye Sheng asked, looking at the young and handsome monk.

"No, there is only this little monk." Monk Muye shook his head.

"Only you, do you want a phoenix?" Ye Sheng asked immediately.

"I don't want Phoenix, but I want Phoenix's life to make amends for this plane tree." Monk Muye whispered.

"I want Phoenix, how about I kill Phoenix for you?" Ye Sheng said with a faint smile.

"The little monk accepted the request of the plane tree to deal with the phoenix for it, and then give all the subsequent gifts to the little monk. This is a deal." The monk Muye shook his head.

Ye Sheng smiled and said: "That means we need to fight to resolve the dispute between us. I will determine the origin of Phoenix Nirvana."

"My little monk also wants to ask for advice, how powerful is Ye Sheng, who is famous all over the world?" Monk Muye said with a serious face, his monk's robe slowly puffed up.

"It's more powerful than you imagined, you can come and try it." Ye Sheng narrowed his eyes and stepped out with a step. Behind him, the wind was surging, and the rolled up maple leaves fell like rain, which was very spectacular.

Monk Muye clasped his palms together and said, "Master Ye Sheng, the little monk is begging for mercy."