Nine suns stepping on the sky

While walking quickly, Mo Yu's body shook, and he turned his head suddenly, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Without any omen, he had an extremely bad premonition in his heart... It seemed that something extremely unfavorable to him would happen.

Although it just passed by in a flash, a seed of uneasiness was planted in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, what's wrong?" the monk surnamed Jin said in a deep voice, scanning the surroundings cautiously.

The rest of the people also looked puzzled.

Mo Yu shook his head, "It's just a moment of restlessness, I think it's too nervous, you don't need to worry about it."

He just perfunctory, no matter whether they believe it or not, he has no intention of explaining.

A line enters forward.

However, as they entered the depths of the island of the gods, danger began to appear, and everyone's expressions became more and more dignified.

The monk surnamed Jin lowered his head slightly, covering the gloomy look in his eyes.

Because at this moment, Mo Yu is not the only one who feels the threat from the rear...

He could feel that this terrifying aura was naturally normal, but Mo Yu, what was it based on?

The monk surnamed Jin frowned, exuding a cold breath.

……

The golden hall, without the slightest variegation, is magnificent and exudes majestic coercion.

On the huge golden throne, a man sat with his eyes closed. Although he didn't move, the body covered by the golden robe exuded a palpitating aura.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. His golden eyes were icy cold, like gods above the nine heavens, overlooking the humble creatures on the ground.

"After disappearing for 10 years, you finally reappeared, and all causes and effects will disappear in the near future!"

The deep voice, like the whisper of a god, echoed continuously in the golden hall.

"Send an order to wake up the three envoys, go to the island of the gods, and welcome back the immortals from the upper realm..."

……

The huge altar was built on the ground, soaring into the sky, with countless steps and runes, fully expressing its majesty.

Countless monks knelt under the altar, worshiping constantly, injecting a trace of power of faith into the altar, which was absorbed by their worshipers.

On the surface of the altar, a layer of ancient blue aura exudes, covering all eyes. At the same time, it feeds back a wave of power to its believers, strengthening their strength.

At this moment, among the pious monks under the altar, no one knew that what they had been revering and worshiping for countless years was actually a blue ancient brick.

It is like an ordinary city brick, lying quietly on the altar, incorporating a trace of power of faith, restoring the fading power.

Suddenly, the blue bricks on the altar trembled slightly, and then the whole altar burst into blue light that soared into the sky, and a voice containing endless majesty resounded in this world.

"The immortal of the upper realm dies, but his body is still there, and his soul is incomplete... Send you and others to the island of the gods, and bring the immortal of the upper realm back, immediately..."

Under the altar, an old man in a cyan Taoist robe was full of excitement, leading countless monks behind him to kneel down and worship, "I will obey the orders of your lord!"

……

Behind the heavy bead curtain, a slightly confused voice came, "In the domain of the spirit island, there is an aura related to me. If there is no mistake, it should come from the main body."

The soft and charming female voice still has the charm of provoking people's hearts, but she has worries that cannot be concealed, "I have a bad feeling, Xiao Wenwen, you go there yourself and find out about this matter."

Your Highness, the middle-aged monk has a dignified expression. He knows His Majesty very well, and it is absolutely no small matter for her to be so cautious.

"Yes!"

Without asking any further questions, he turned and walked away quickly.

After a while, the voice behind the bead curtain sounded again, "Follow, if you meet a monk named Mo Yu, no matter what, make sure he won't get hurt."

In the corner of the hall, the darkness rolled, condensed into a black shadow, bowed and then disappeared.

……

A group of fire crows rushed out from the floating island, probably tens of thousands of them. Their red eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and their bodies were burning with flames, causing the temperature of the entire space to rise crazily at this moment.

The monk surnamed Jin waved his hand, countless lights and shadows appeared, and the large fire crows rushing up were directly smashed into pieces, "Don't get entangled with them, let's break out!"

Thousands of sword shadows emerged around Mo Yu, guarding him heavily. The fire crow's suicide attack could not cause any damage to him at all.Therefore, at this moment, he paid more attention to the people around him.

Cultivator surnamed Jin attacked fiercely and killed deeply. With the flickering of light and shadow, he was able to harvest a large number of fire crows.

The one-eyed old man had a strange halo flashing in his only eye, and the fire crows were in front of him, howling and killing each other.

Beside the beautiful woman, a ribbon fluttered up and down, releasing colorful lights, which could easily penetrate Huo Ya's body.

The last monk surnamed Han was the most relaxed among them. He summoned an ice silkworm the size of an index finger. The extremely cold aura emitted by him made all the fire crows avoid it and dare not approach it at all.

Although several people are hiding something at this moment and will not burst out their true strength, but through battle after battle, they can have a general understanding.As for Huang Long, after knowing his identity and cultivation level, he naturally didn't need to go to see him again.

After a while, the six joined forces and broke out from the crowd of fire crows.

This group of tyrannical creatures, unwilling to chase and kill for a while, finally seemed to be restricted by some kind, and returned to the entrenched island screaming unwillingly.

After solving this trouble, the faces of the few people in the team are not good-looking... The degree of danger in the island of the gods seems to be higher than they expected.

The monk surnamed Jin seemed to see through this point, and said lightly: "I have been to the island of the gods twice, and I have some experience. It can only be considered that you and I are unlucky to meet this group of fire crows."

The current meaning is that this kind of danger is not too much.

The one-eyed old man chuckled and licked the corner of his mouth, "You can't say that. This group of fire crows is indeed difficult to deal with, but compared to those who can't escape when they meet the king of the ancient ferocious beasts, you and I still have to fight." Much luckier."

"Why do you say these things to scare people? Since we dare to join this matter, don't we still fear small dangers." Huang Long said indifferently.

The eyes of the two intertwined, and the cold light overflowed!

"Okay, both fellow Taoists don't say a few words." The beautiful woman frowned, turned around and said, "After traveling for so long and fighting several times in succession, let's find a place to recover the power loss."

The monk surnamed Jin nodded, "What Daoist Qin said is true." He swept his eyes and locked on a small island in front of him, "Let's go there to rest."

According to the general situation, most islands of this size are not dangerous.

No one objected, and soon a few people boarded the floating island.