Emperor of Nine Suns

Dongyuan saw that the surrounding world was vast, and the quicksands were like raging waves of the sea, sweeping across the high sky, turbulent and continuous.

No one was seen.

At this time, the sunset has completely set, and the entire sand sea has fallen into endless silence. However, it has triggered the power of mutation in the sand sea, forming waves of sand waves that are running wildly!

The entire sea of ​​sand was completely boiling!

In such an environment, even Dong Yuan in the Divine River realm felt troubled.

I activated my spiritual consciousness to the limit and scanned the surroundings, but couldn't find anything at all...

In fact, as soon as he was noticed by the other party, Chu Chen led everyone away from the area destined to undergo changes and fled.

Once again it took him a stick of incense to return to his station on the boulder, Dong Yuan felt helpless.

But when I heard him say that he couldn't find anything, the place was already covered by a violent sand wave.

Wanshou, who looked like a boy, frowned.

"Violent sand tide? This is really a coincidence, but I did sense that there was a creature watching in the dark just now..."

"It doesn't matter!"

Facing Wanshou, who seemed a little suspicious, Nie Mie waved his hand domineeringly.

"Everything is under our control. They are just a few little bugs, so don't worry about them. If you dare to show up, just kill them. This plan is of great importance and should not be taken lightly. The most important thing is to find our target."

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, many Jiutian members immediately bowed and saluted, showing great respect.

It is obvious that Shang Sansan has absolute control over the Nine Heavens Breaking Formation Group.

On the other side, thousands of miles away, Chu Chen and his party were riding a sand boat and walking rapidly in the dark night.

Since the people of Jiutian occupy the huge stone, it is naturally impossible for them to pass by.

As the night deepens, the changes in the sand sea will become stronger and stronger.

Under the leadership of Scholar Lingque, everyone had to go around in a big circle to find a new resting point.

Half an hour later, a tall shadow appeared in front of everyone.

This is a huge tree,

But it has been dead for many years.

Only half of the trunk of the giant tree is left, about a hundred feet high.

The tree was extremely thick, with a diameter of more than thirty feet. There were scorched black cracks on the top, which looked as if it had been struck by thunder.

There are large and small gaps in the giant tree, which seem to be caused by years of sand erosion.

Under the leadership of Scholar Lingque, everyone entered the largest tree hole and immediately felt relaxed.

The vague danger and malice that always lingered around him disappeared.

This lightning-strike tree, which had been growing for an unknown period of time, provided a small place of protection in the boundless sea of ​​sand, preventing this place from becoming a complete death zone.

After a little bit of cultivation and swallowing pills to replenish the consumed spiritual power, everyone fell silent.

Chu Chen leaned on the edge of the tree hole and looked up, but he saw the vast world around him. Under the influence of night, the quicksand also lost the endless khaki color during the day and became inky black.

Looking up, I saw that the sky was as dark as ink and dark as a cover, but there was a bright moon rising slowly.

The clear and cold moonlight pours down, and where it shines, the sea of ​​sand glows with a faint cold white color, calm, indifferent, and eternal.

But in the darkness where the moonlight couldn't shine, there were hazy hazes filling the air, carrying an incomparable evil aura.

The spiritual sense penetrated into the darkness, and then quickly retracted like an electric shock.

Chu Chen smiled bitterly, feeling helpless.

Among all the people, he is probably the only one with super powerful spiritual consciousness who knows how terrifying it is in the darkness where the moonlight cannot shine.

The place where gods fell...

Scholar Lingque is right. In this boundless sea of ​​sand, places like boulders and lightning-struck trees are indeed small natural oases.

Human monks walking in the sea of ​​sand can only be safe in such an oasis.

Once there is no habitat and one falls into the boundless dark tide of sand, a narrow escape from death is not enough to explain the horror.

Not far away from Chu Chen, Qingyuan was sitting on a broken piece of wood. He looked at where the members of the Nine Heavens Breaking Formation Group were and sighed inaudibly.

Her life is actually very simple. Since she became one of Jiutian, she has devoted herself to safeguarding Jiutian's interests and face.

This time she saw the high-level presence of Jiutian, but it was the first time that she took the initiative to leave the team and re-examine this huge team from the perspective of another bystander.

The angle you stand at is different, and the things you see are different.

It can be seen from the fear of Jiutian among everyone in the Gu Le Club that this behemoth that dominates the small fairy world is really different from what she originally expected...

At this moment, Qingyuan felt that his mood was confused.

She doesn't know where she will go in the end?

Suddenly, a clear and clear piano sound appeared in my ears.

Turning around, he saw Chu Chen sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the tree hole under the moonlight, playing softly on the jade-like guqin with his hands.

The sound of the piano is cold and sonorous, as if a long sword made of ice and snow is dancing vertically and horizontally, with a rugged and proud character of its own.

Qingyuan gritted his teeth gently, then took out the Gusel and started playing it.

The sound of her piano was much gentler, floating like a wisp of gentle wind, echoing with the sonorous sound of the sword, and adding a little more spin to the sword sound that was full of killing power and arrogance.

Perhaps it was because of their long-term cooperation that the two people's harp and singing sounds perfectly fit together without even realizing it.

As the saying goes, hardness cannot last forever, and softness cannot be maintained.

At this time, the sword sound of the guqin and the soft wind of the guther complement each other, and they unknowingly coincide with the artistic conception of hardness and softness, and the mutual enhancement is continuous and majestic.

Influenced by the two people's music, the other people naturally took out their own instruments and started playing as they were doing nothing in the dark.

This performance was completely random and there was no deliberate ensemble singing, so the individual scores showed their true style.

The ancient Xun in Rencangling is vast, majestic and full of atmosphere.

The flute played by Qing Bamboo Boy is bright and lively, extremely agile and full of vitality.

Guan Ying's erhu is melodious and continuous.

Zhou Xuan's pipa is full of fighting spirit and full of momentum.

The cave flute played by Lingque Scholar is full of carefree and elegant meaning, as if it is about to turn into the wind and fly away.

Music is the state of mind!

No matter how the outside world changes, at this moment, everyone is using the music to express their feelings. To a certain extent, this is actually stabilizing one's "Tao heart."

While the seven people played to their heart's content, the huge bright moon on the boundless sand sea rose higher and higher.