Chapter 2063

After taking another Saint Burial Ground, Zi Chen headed to the Western Continent.

Zi Chen had been to this continent before. There was a Buddhist sect there called the Western Desert, and Zi Chen's good friend, Evil Good Monk, was there.

The Saint Burial Ground in this area was in the Western Desert, and it was under the rule of Buddhism.

Zi Chen went directly to the sky above the Saint Burial Ground and looked down at the Saint Burial Ground below.

At this moment, there were many cultivators gathered in front of the Saint Burial Ground, and there were even some old monks sitting cross-legged. They seemed to be waiting for the Saint Burial Ground to open.

Unlike other Saint Burial Grounds, the opening of this place was irregular. Sometimes it would be several years apart, and sometimes it would open once every two years. The longest time it would open was no more than five years. Relatively speaking, the opening frequency here was very high.

Zi Chen's arrival did not attract much attention, because there were often Heavenly Realm cultivators who came here to try their luck.

After seeing Zi Chen, many people looked away. Only a few Heavenly Realm cultivators had a hint of doubt in their eyes. Then, two people stood up and walked toward Zi Chen. One of them was a cultivator, and the other was an old monk.

"Looks like he's looking for someone to form an alliance with," murmured some Heavenly Realm cultivators not far away.

Entering the Saint Burial Ground was accompanied by many dangers. If some Heavenly Realm cultivators worked together, the chances of success would be higher.

However, before the two people reached Zi Chen, Zi Chen looked at the Saint Burial Ground in front of him and said, "Zi Chen of the Wuji Sect requests an audience with the Saint Burial Ground."

This voice formed a strange sound wave that spread forward. The two Heavenly Realm cultivators who were walking toward him were enveloped by the sound wave. Their expressions changed immediately, and they dodged to the side.

The cultivators who did not care at first all looked up and looked at Zi Chen. Their eyes flashed, and their faces were filled with shock.

"Zi Chen of the Wuji Sect."

Hearing this shout, the familiar figure finally looked like the majestic figure in their memories. For a moment, all kinds of uproar sounded.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zi Chen, and their faces were filled with shock.

"What's the matter?" A deep voice sounded from the Holy Burial Ground.

"Under the orders of Saint Rosefinch, we are to move the White Tiger Holy Ground away from this place and head to the Wuji Sect."

As he spoke, a fiery-red token appeared in Zi Chen's hand.

The space above the Holy Burial Ground distorted as a young man walked out. The moment he appeared, a thick murderous aura spread out.

…

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Many years ago, the Western Desert was known as the Buddhist Sangha. However, when the Arhat came into being, and the various legacies he brought with him, the Buddhist Sangha officially changed its name to the Buddhist Sect.

The current Sect Master of the Buddhist Sect was the former Arhat, the Good and Evil Monk whose reputation was not inferior to Zi Chen's at all.

In the Western Desert, his reputation was even greater than that of Zi Chen.

At that moment, the Evil Good Monk was sitting cross-legged in the Buddhist Sect's main hall. Golden light and black light flickered around him at times. His expression was solemn and benevolent at times, but at other times, it was ferocious and bloodthirsty.

"Sect Master." An anxious voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

The strange changes around him disappeared. The monk opened his eyes and became benevolent again. He looked at the door and said, "What's the matter?"

His appearance was solemn and dignified, and the light of Buddha surged around his body. He was like an eminent monk that had attained the Dao, and he was filled with compassion and compassion.

"The Wuji Sect wants to take away the Holy Burial Ground." The voice outside sounded again.

"What?" The Buddhist light in the monk's eyes dissipated, and the compassion gradually disappeared.

"The Wuji Sect wants to move the Holy Burial Ground to the Wuji Sect," the voice repeated.

"How dare you!"

A roar came from the main hall, and the compassion in the monk's eyes disappeared completely. He stood up directly, and the Buddhist power around him surged. His expression gradually became cold and stern. "A small Wuji Sect dares to come here and mess with Lord Zeng. How dare you! Which little bastard of the Wuji Sect came here? Go and tell them that even Zi Chen, the leader of the Wuji Sect, doesn't dare to mess around in Lord Zeng's territory."

The loud voice came out, and the main hall opened automatically. A powerful aura filled the surroundings.

At the same time, the monk's voice reverberated throughout the entire Buddhist Sect. Such a vulgar tone was also against the Buddhist discussion of the Dao. Thus, many of the old monks could only chant 'Amitabha' in their hearts and pretend that they did not hear it.

A relatively young monk stood outside the door. When he saw the Good and Evil Monk come out, he immediately put his palms together and bowed, but his expression was somewhat hesitant.

"Is the Holy Burial Ground something that can be moved just like that? Which little brat came?" The monk glanced at the monk outside the hall.

"It's … the Wuji Sect's Sect Master Zi Chen."

"What? Zi Chen?" The monk's eyes widened, and he asked, "Which Zi Chen?"

"The Wuji Sect's Sect Master Zi Chen," the other person repeated.

"Damn it, isn't this guy in the Zhan Wu Continent? How did he come here? Moreover, he dares to have ideas about Lord Zeng. No, let's go and have a look. The Holy Burial Ground is Lord Zeng's.

As he spoke, the monk's expression showed a rare excitement. He immediately flew out of the Buddhist Sect.

"Boom!"

At that moment, the earth began to tremble, and a rumbling sound resounded through the world.

In an instant, the old monks of the Buddhist Sect who were still in seclusion opened their eyes, and their powerful spiritual senses spread out.

They were all in the Heavenly Realm, and because these old monks practiced cultivation methods, their spiritual senses were very powerful. In addition, the Holy Burial Ground was not too far away from the Buddhist Sect. Therefore, their spiritual senses immediately detected the changes in the Holy Burial Ground, as well as the imposing figure outside the Holy Burial Ground that had awed an era.

"It really is Sect Master Zi Chen."

"The Holy Burial Ground is really shrinking."

"What did Zi Chen do? Is he really going to take the Holy Burial Ground away?"

"The Holy Burial Ground was once inhabited by a Saint. Although the Saint has left now, it's definitely not something that can be taken away just like that."

Almost all of the old monks had heard the previous conversation, but they did not care about it.

They knew the situation of the Holy Burial Ground very well. Even Heavenly Realm cultivators had to be careful when entering that place. It had existed for tens of thousands of years, so how could it be taken away just like that?

But now, under the shroud of their spiritual senses, after sensing that the Holy Burial Ground was indeed shrinking, their expressions all changed.

"If the Holy Burial Ground is shrinking now, then wouldn't the dragon vein imprisoned underground be …"

The moment the old man whispered, a dragon roar from underground rang out, and the sound spread across the entire Western Continent.

Then, a series of explosions rang out, and the spiritual energy began to riot. A storm formed entirely of spiritual energy was about to happen.

In the Western Desert, the spiritual energy was so dense that some turned into crystals, and some turned into drizzles that fell on the desert.

As the rich spiritual energy irrigated the Western Desert, greenery naturally appeared in the Western Desert, turning the desert into an oasis in an instant.

This caused the entire continent to tremble, and all the factions on the continent were shocked. Then, they began to search for the source.

Outside the Holy Burial Ground, the previous cultivators had already retreated far away, and they watched the scene in shock.

"Zi Chen."

An angry roar resounded through heaven and earth, and a dazzling golden light shot toward him.

A powerful aura surged within the golden light, and wherever it passed, the space was constantly distorted. The monk rushed over, looking aggressive.

Zi Chen turned around and saw the monk. Seeing the murderous intent in the monk's eyes, he couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Damn baldy, it seems like you're asking for a beating again."

A rumbling sound came from the sky. It was like thunder, and it even covered the trembling of the earth. The Evil Good Monk threw a punch.

The void shattered, and the punch filled with dazzling golden light wasn't terrifying. Instead, it was filled with a holy and compassionate aura.

This was the magic of Buddha's power.

Everyone widened their eyes and looked up at the sky. The upcoming battle between Zi Chen and the Evil Good Monk was obviously more interesting than the changes in the Holy Burial Ground.

Zi Chen's body shone with golden light. Both of them were golden energy, but the monk's was holy and compassionate, while Zi Chen's was violent and destructive. They were two extremes.

Zi Chen's response was also a punch.

The golden light of the fist tore through the sky and went straight for the monk.

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, and a terrifying energy instantly exploded. A golden energy ripple began to spread in all directions, and everywhere it passed, the void shattered.

Zi Chen stood where he was, and the smile on his face didn't fade.

The monk's body swayed, and he forcefully controlled his body to not retreat. He looked at Zi Chen in surprise and said, "You seem to have become stronger."

"Of course …"

Zi Chen smiled proudly in front of the monk. He was about to say that he was the strongest in the Heaven Realm, but the monk quickly said, "But you're still a little weaker than me."

Zi Chen only smiled at the monk's shameless boasting. Seeing that the monk didn't move forward after just one attack, he knew that the monk was afraid.

"What are you doing?"

The monk waved his hand without leaving a trace. He looked at the shrunken Holy Burial Ground in front of him, and his pupils shrank.

"Bring this thing back and put it in the Wuji Sect, and then manage it," Zi Chen said.

"Bring it back? You can really take this sacred ground away?" The monk was in disbelief.

"Of course. Look at this, Saint Rosefinch's Token. Let me tell you, not only can I take the sacred ground back, but I can also cancel all the tests and take out all the heavenly soldiers and Heavenly Path spells."

Zi Chen didn't need to control his emotions in front of the monk. After taking out the Rosefinch's Token, he showed it off proudly.

Swoosh.

A golden light flashed, and the monk rushed towards Zi Chen.

"What are you doing? This is the Holy Token, how dare you snatch it?" Zi Chen stared at the monk. With a flip of his hand, the Rosefinch Holy Token disappeared.

"Are you serious?" The monk stared at Zi Chen.

"Of course, this is agreed by the Saint. Moreover, these sacred grounds have suppressed the Dragon Vein. It's time for the Dragon Vein to appear," Zi Chen said.

"Then you definitely won't just get this one sacred ground, right?" asked the monk.

"Of course. In the future, the four sacred grounds will all be in the Wuji Sect. If you want to find opportunities, you can go to the Wuji Sect," said Zi Chen.

"You dare to monopolize it? No, you have to give me one. If you don't, I won't let you off!"

As he spoke, Tyrant rushed towards Zi Chen. At the same time, he leaped up and tried to hug Zi Chen.

"Scram!"

Zi Chen roared angrily. The energy around his body vibrated and directly repelled the incoming monk.

"Damn baldy, get out of my way!"

As Zi Chen's voice resounded, the energy around him continued to vibrate.

"No, unless you agree to give me a sacred ground." The monk's energy also surged. He had to reach Zi Chen no matter what.

"Damn baldy, this is a sacred ground. There are only four of them in the entire Martial Heaven Continent. What do you take it for?"