Chapter 109 The Ancients Under the Cliff

After leaving Lingdan Pavilion, Ye Chen trotted all the way to Lingcao Garden.

Unlike the previous times, this time, he did not hear the voice of the disciple named Li San having sex with the female disciple. Perhaps Li San was beaten so badly in the outer door competition that he was lying on the ground. What about the chirping in the hospital bed?

Without paying attention to these things, Ye Chen walked into the door of the Lingcao Garden and went straight to the Lingcao.

He knew that he would enter the inner door in three days, and there were very few opportunities to come to this spiritual grass garden to pick spiritual grass, so he borrowed Xu Fu's token to scavenge before entering the inner door.

In fact, he has done so now.

Holding Xu Fu's token, he was quite confident. Like a robber, he stuffed all the storage bags he had prepared, so that most of the places he walked were bare.

"Alchemy takes a lot of spirit grass, you can't blame me." While stuffing spirit grass into the storage bag, Ye Chen didn't forget to find a very legitimate reason for himself.

Even late at night, he was still busy in the spiritual grass garden, and the storage bags prepared in advance were full.

"It's been enough for me for a long time." Patting the bulging storage bags, Ye Chen finally let go of the pieces of spiritual grass with aura.

"Let's go." Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen was about to leave.

However, just as he turned his back, he touched his chin again and looked into the depths of the Lingcao Garden.

He clearly remembered that there was a cliff at the end of the Lingcao Garden, and there were strange things under the cliff, which made his real fire fear.

The second time he came to the end of the Lingcao Garden, he stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down.

The cliff is still towering, and when he looks down, all he can see is the flying clouds and mist, and every time he looks down, it seems like he is looking at a bottomless abyss, and his mind has a feeling of being swallowed up.

hum!

At this moment, the real fire in his Danhai fluctuated again, as if he was afraid, and huddled on the edge of Ye Chen's Danhai. Although the flames were beating, he could feel the real fire trembling.

"What the hell is going on down there that makes you so afraid." Seeing the real fire in Danhai, Ye Chen couldn't help scratching his head.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, but it made him shiver suddenly.

Subconsciously glanced around, Ye Chen coughed dryly, it was too strange here, especially the real fire trembled in the Danhai, which gave him a chilling feeling all over his body.

"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time." Thinking to himself, Ye Chen turned around without any hesitation.

Of course, just when he turned around and one foot had already been raised, a strong and irresistible suction surged from behind him, and he was sucked on the spot before the soles of his feet landed.

"What's the matter?" Ye Chen was stunned in his heart, and wanted to move, but was restrained by a strange force. He only knew that his body was falling rapidly, and the wind howling all over his body was like sharp knives. He stabbed all over.

Not only that, but he was deprived of his infuriating energy and the right to speak, and he could only let that powerful force drag him to the bottom of the cliff.

Soon, he only felt the darkness in front of him, and the body that fell, seemed to have entered a bottomless abyss, and all he could see was a piece of pitch black, which made people think that he had fallen into hell.

Heaven and earth fell into silence at this time.

I don't know when, at the bottom of the dark cliff, Ye Chen only felt that his feet landed steadily, and even the confinement all over his body dissipated.

Zheng!

After regaining his mobility, he turned his hand and took out the Scarlet Firmament Sword, and then took out the illuminating spirit bead, his eyes staring at the surroundings, the bottom of the dark cliff gave him a creepy feeling.

With the light of the Lingzhu, he could see the surrounding scene clearly.

It was a dead and silent place, with no flowers, trees, and no vitality. It was cloudy and foggy everywhere. The sandy soil beneath his feet made it very soft to step on, but he also vaguely saw a lot of half-covered withered bones.

In addition to these, what he could see was a broken altar. The altar seemed to be a long time ago. It was full of traces of the vicissitudes of the years.

Um?

Glancing at the altar, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and found that there was a human-shaped stone statue on top of the broken altar. It was sitting cross-legged. Looking carefully, it could be seen that it was an old man.

"How could I be brought here." The light in his eyes became uncertain.

"What is the origin of this cliff?"

"And..." Having said that, Ye Chen couldn't help but glanced at Danhai's real fire, and found that his own real fire was beating more violently at this moment, and he was afraid that it would shiver. starter

"Little friend." Just as he was thinking, an old and ethereal voice suddenly sounded.

"Who?" He clenched the Scarlet Firmament Sword tightly, Ye Chen looked around vigilantly, there was cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his heart was beating non-stop. Nowhere did it come from.

"Little friend." The old and ethereal voice sounded again.

"Who?" Ye Chen took a step back subconsciously, holding Chi Xiaojian's hand, and he couldn't help but increase his strength.

"Behind you." The old voice was still ethereal, and it was full of the vicissitudes of the years.

Hearing this, Ye Chen suddenly turned around. Although the voice was indistinct, he still heard the source, and it was the stone statue of a man sitting cross-legged on the altar behind him.

"You..." Staring blankly at the human-shaped stone statue on the altar, Ye Chen took a step back again.

But soon, he was surprised to find that sitting cross-legged on the broken altar was not a stone statue, but a person, just because the whole body was covered with heavy dust, covering his body, making people think at first glance. It is a stone statue.

When Ye Chen went, it also happened that the old man slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as these eyes were opened, Ye Chen subconsciously took a step back, because one of the man's eyes was empty, without eyeballs, without pupils, it was a black hole, while the other eye was also very strange, like The abyss is beyond sight.

"Who are you." Eyes narrowed slightly, Ye Chen's eyes were full of alertness, he never thought that there was such a person under the cliff.

"Jiang Taixu." The old man's words were weak, and his voice was so small that he could hardly hear it.

"Jiang Taixu?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes and was quite sure that he had never heard of this person, at least in Da Chu.

Thinking in his heart, Ye Chen looked at Jiang Taixu up and down. Although he opened his eyes, he remained motionless. The dust all over his body was also very thick, and there was a strong sense of death lingering all over his body. Climb out of the general.

"Why are you hiding under the cliff of my Hengyuezong." While looking at Jiang Taixu, Ye Chen stared at Jiang Taixu, hoping to see some clues from Jiang Taixu's words and deeds.

Hearing this, Jiang Taixu couldn't help but smile, "Before the Hengyue Sect was established, I was already here, and it takes five thousand years to sit there."

"Five... five thousand years?" Rao was Ye Chen's concentration, and when he heard the words "five thousand years", his eyes widened. Genius one second to remember 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Five thousand years, what kind of concept this is, he can't imagine.

Cultivator Shouyuan, although far higher than mortals, is not without limits. A monk in the spiritual realm can live up to three hundred years, and a person who cultivates in the empty realm can live for five hundred years, even the legendary heaven realm. A monk can't escape the fate of thousands of years. Five thousand years, how much cultivation is needed to survive.

"Five thousand years, this old man crawled out of the coffin!" Looking up and down Jiang Taixu on the altar again, Ye Chen swallowed hard. After five thousand years, the bastards have turned into turtles.

Ye Chen's expression suddenly became wonderful. To live for 5,000 years is an act against the sky. To sit for 5,000 years is the most frightening thing. You must know that Jiang Taixu has not only experienced the vicissitudes of the years, but also the vicissitudes of life. To endure those endless years of loneliness.

The shock in his heart made Ye Chen forget his vigilance, and looked at Jiang Taixu tentatively, "Senior, have you really lived for five thousand years?"

Jiang Taixu didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Then what kind of cultivation do you always have." Although it is taboo to inquire about people's cultivation, Ye Chen couldn't help but asked curiously.