Reborn 80,000 Years

The first thousand four hundred and forty-one chapters leave

"Master Bitter!"

Seeing the ascetic monk who came by, Yang Chen immediately stood up and folded his hands toward the ascetic monk, his eyes showing respect.

"Donor Yang." The ascetic monk also nodded with a smile, politely polite to Yang Chen, and asked politely: "Donor Yang, did you rest well? Has your body recovered?"

"Master of hardship and suffering, the body is almost recovered." Yang Chen smiled slightly, as he spoke, spreading his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of light suddenly diffused from Yang Chen's right hand. The light was like condensed fat, with a little bit of crystal shining under it, which looked extremely dazzling.

"Not bad!" Looking at the light condensed on Yang Chen's fingertips, the ascetic monk nodded, and his eyes also showed relief, and said: "It is indeed the power of the fairyland, but the power of the incense. More powerful than the kind of energy you had before!"

"correct……"

Speaking of this, the ascetic monk suddenly paused and said, "Donor Yang, I want to ask, have you just gone behind Leiyun?"

Hearing the words of the ascetic monk, Yang Chen was taken aback, but he nodded and did not deny: "Yes, I went to the back of Thunder Cloud."

"Did you see it?" Hearing Yang Chen's answer, the ascetic monk also squinted his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes.

"See what?" Yang Chen smiled, pretending to be ignorant.

"Hehe, Donor Yang doesn't have to pretend to be crazy and behave stupid with me, in fact, Lao Na is also someone who came here. There is something behind the thundercloud, Lao Na knows better than you in his heart, so you don't have to deceive Lao Na." The ascetic monk laughed and said.

"Master Ku knows... what's behind this thundercloud?" Yang Chen raised his brows slightly, and his eyes also showed surprise. But soon, Yang Chen turned to think about it, and then he was relieved.

For the ascetic monk, after all, he is a person who has experienced the storm. He has also experienced the existence of several plane wars. For the so-called layman, he knows better than himself.

"Donor Yang, since you have stepped into the realm of immortals, then some things should be clear. Yes, in fact, the so-called tribulation is not a kind of anger at all, but man-made." The ascetic monk sighed, and his tone changed suddenly. It must be serious.

"For the high planes, the middle planes and the low planes are nothing more than their captive existence. However, all catastrophes and ascension are carried out under the control of the high planes. This includes the positions not long after. Face battles and key competitions are actually a way for higher planes to select talents." The ascetic said slowly, and suddenly there was a little bit of intolerance in his tone.

This world is like this, the weak eats the strong, you say there is no such thing as heaven, but it is actually not right. Because for the weak, the strong is heaven, and when the strong is angry, the weak will shed blood.

How can this not be another kind of Tianwei?

"Captive..."

Hearing the words of the ascetic monk, Yang Chen's face changed, and the fist under his robe could not help being clenched.

He raised his head and glanced at the endless sky.

Long ago, he felt that the sky was clear and pure, and it was an unimaginable holy place. But looking again now, he suddenly felt an unprecedented icy cold, and the thick cloud layer seemed to cover the world below it like a big hand.

Under these big hands, the people of the world can only walk according to their stories and live in the myths they created.

"Since there are no so-called immortals in this world, since these immortals are just physical mortals, since... I have just killed these so-called immortals. Then they are no longer inviolable to me." Yang The corner of Chen's mouth raised slightly, and a little chill suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He has not believed in heaven and immortals all his life!

He can't control others, but Yang Chen himself is absolutely not allowed to be other people's pets!

"Master bitter, how long is it from the key competition?" Yang Chen suddenly asked.

"There are still five months left." The ascetic monk said slowly. When he said this, his tone was paused, and he said, "Donor Yang, now everyone on all planes has started to leave, including those on this plane. Some casual cultivators have already set off, and there is not much time left for us."

Casual repair?

Hearing this, Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, and became a little curious: "There are also casual repairs? They want to participate in the plane war, shouldn't they join us? After all, I am the plane manager."

"Of course not." Hearing Yang Chen's words, the ascetic monk smiled and said: "The key contest and the battle of the planes, as long as people with strength can participate. However, most of these casual cultivators are not for participating in the battle of the planes. Just wandering between the planes, wanting to use this battle to make a fortune."

Businessmen of the plane.

Hearing this name, Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, his eyes also showed a clear look.

Isn't the Yanjin that he met before is a plane merchant?

"Don’t worry too much about Donor Yang. These businessmen are just thinking about getting rich. As long as you don’t actively provoke them, they will generally not provoke you. And... you might still need it at that time. They." Speaking of this, the corner of the ascetic monk's mouth raised slightly, and a deep smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, I understand."

Yang Chen nodded.

Did not say much.

While chatting, the two of them walked deep into the sky.

Time is fleeting.

Soon, Yang Chen and the others spent hundreds of years in the Heavenly Road. In these hundreds of years, everyone has made more or less progress. Under the guidance of the ascetic monk and Yang Chen, everyone's cultivation level reached the peak of the emperor realm, but no one had been able to communicate with the catastrophe, nor had they caught the opportunity for breakthrough.

It seems that no one will step into the fairyland before the battle of planes begins.

...

...

This day.

The crowd gathered on the sky road, ready to leave.

At this moment, there is still less than a month from the outside world to the start of the key competition, and everyone needs to use this time to hand over some things to the outside world.

"Donor Yang, I won't send you off from now on, please be careful about everything." The ascetic monk bowed and said kindly.

"it is good."

Yang Chen nodded, then looked at the three major guardians behind the ascetic monk and said, "Masters, don't you go out with us and explain some things?"

"Hehe, no need." Master Cicada shook his head and said: "We are monks and we are alone. Where can we explain? This month, we will be here waiting for Donor Yang, and we will be together again. Go to the playing field."

"it is good!"

Hearing what the other party said, Yang Chen nodded, and didn't make any demands.

Everyone didn't stay anymore, and left the Tianlu directly.