Emperor of Nine Suns

There seemed to be a completely different world hidden underground, and when Lingjue probed it slightly, it felt like he was caught in a vast ocean with no edge in sight.

Sensing someone coming, Zixi and the silver-haired man did not even lift their heads at all, and started practicing silently and concentrating.

The evil monk lifted his eyelids slightly, and sighed helplessly after turning his gaze around the crowd: "It's a pity, it's still two." Then he shook his head and fell back into concentration.

Xiong Tiangang, Xiegu's old man, and Lan Xuan glanced at each other when they heard the words, and shook their heads helplessly, each occupying the position of a bone skeleton to practice cross-legged.

Since this Hell Book Tower claims to hide all the secret treasures left by the ancient Yin Emperor, there must be an unimaginable huge danger inside. There is no doubt that if you want to obtain the ancient Yin Emperor secret treasure, you will inevitably experience an unimaginable battle!

Under this circumstance, being able to practice more and regain some strength will increase the cost of life-saving in the hard fight that follows. Therefore, everyone will not waste any time, and they will practice their skills silently.

The gale was howling, like an unknown wild beast roaring up to the sky. The weather on the grassland has always been windy, a series of cold winds swept down from above the nine heavens, and the robes of the blowing people hunted in the gale.

Standing on a higher ground, Ling Xuan looked at the direction of the horizon thoughtfully with a pair of cold and clear eyes that looked like black gems.

Although the experience in the Inner Demon Space took a long time, twelve hours have passed, but Ling Xuan did not consume any spiritual power.

Because the whole process was the youth who turned into a silver eagle fighting hard, she seemed to have become a passer-by and hardly experienced any hard fight.

Therefore, she didn't need to take a break, her body was already at its peak.

Her mind kept reminiscing about the young man's mood: he was bathed in blood and slaughtered the common people, he was smiling gently at himself, he was holding a black long sword to kill the world... in a trance. , It seems that a long time ago, in the days when she met Kitty Hawk, she had seen such a teenager.

It's just that the meeting was too short, so short that she didn't even have any specific impressions at all.

I only remember that the young man looked a little thin, dressed in a gray robe, and looked very ordinary.

In her mind, the vague youth light and shadow slowly merged with the youth in the heart demon space, gradually becoming extremely clear.

It’s not such an outstanding young man. He doesn’t have the strong muscles of Xiong Tiangang and the handsome and surreal face of a silver-haired man. He only has that perseverance and heaviness. It seems that no matter how hard the hardships are, he can’t be crushed or crushed. !

That gentle, gentle smile... can brighten the whole world.

In the harsh prairie wind, the witch pursed her lips slightly, her clear eyes glanced at the giant eagle next to her, and asked lowly: "You...?"

Behind her, the bright silver giant eagle stood silently beside her, watching the light of memories flashing in the witch’s clear eyes, Chu Chen really wanted to tell her who she was, but in the end he still held back Up.

A divine thought came out gently: "The trip to the Book Tower of Hell must be full of dangers. Take a good rest. Next, we will have to go through a series of bitter battles."

Ling Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then nodded silently.

In the girl's heart, a gentle ripple slowly melted away like hot water.

Maybe one day, I will meet you.

I can sense that although I don't know where you are, thank you for staying with me like this and making me less lonely.

The crowd waited for about three or four hours, and finally a figure appeared again on the calm and empty cloudy grassland.

The visitor was a handsome young man who looked like he was in his twenties.

He was wearing a blood-red robe, a long figure, a smile on his fair and handsome face, and his demeanor. At first glance, he looked like a suave dandy in the world.

The blood-clothed youth's steps are not hurried or slow, seemingly walking slowly in a leisurely courtyard, each step spans a distance of several meters.

He also held a bright red folding fan in his hand, and blood-red waves on the folding fan rose to the sky, emitting a strong wave of vastness.

Obviously this folding fan is a treasure, and the aura it exudes is even somewhat similar to that of the old man with evil bones. This is an ancient secret treasure! !

After arriving in front of the crowd, the blood-clothed youth chuckled, put away the folding fan and arched his hands at the crowd, showing a familiar pattern.

"Hehe... It seems that everyone is waiting for me, I am the only one left. Uh, there are two such beautiful and moving fairies in the world, it is a sin."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, silently raised their eyelids and glanced at him, and then each fell into the concentration of cultivation.

However, Lan Xuan replied at the blood-clothed youth after seeing this scene: "Brother, here needs nine people to open this Hell Book Tower, and now there is one person besides you."

"Is it still missing? But I have seen enough!" The blood-clothed youth said frankly, "I am the only one missing here."

Everyone was stunned after hearing the words~www.ltnovel.com~ suddenly looked up at him again, and saw the blood-clothed youths pointing at them one by one and saying: "One, two, three... seven, eight. Eight people A bird can just activate the Hell Book Tower, isn't it right?"

Ok? ?

After hearing his words, everyone felt their eyes bright: This is really a word to wake up the dreamer, everyone only cares about the number of monks counted, but almost ignores the existence of the silver giant eagle!

And the evil monk slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yeah! How did we forget this! That silver eagle is so powerful and psychic, maybe it can directly take the place of a person. Calculated like this, There are indeed enough people!"

Everyone nodded when they heard this. Everyone had seen the silver eagle against the sky. Although it was only a bird, its wisdom and spirituality were no worse than a human being.

So when he thought of this, everyone's eyes converged on Ling Xuan.

In response to the hopeful gazes of everyone, Ling Xuan's cold face did not show any expression: "I want to ask what it means."