Emperor of Nine Suns

The ten rounds of bloody scorching sun in the sky made Feng Qiang feel dazzled and indescribably uncomfortable.

He sighed, turned his eyes away from the sky, looked around, and could see several old disciples of Duxu Peak cleaning with old brooms one by one.

These people are a bit older, with gray hair.

Everyone swept the fallen leaves on the ground unhurriedly.

Although their hands holding the brooms were trembling slightly, everyone was doing their best to overcome the coercion in the void, striving to finish their own things.

\u0026nbs? pig? pig? island? Novel ww.uua. p; At this moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his heart.

It seems that the journey of crossing the virtual peak will end today!

Recalling the first time I followed Chu Chen to Duxu Peak, I was extremely disappointed when I saw this dilapidated lineage.

If Chu Chen hadn't insisted on staying here, he might have already moved to other ancient peaks.

Along the way, the number of disciples on Duxu Peak has not increased much, and the popularity of this line is still declining as before.

Just unknowingly, there are only a few dozen disciples in the area, the inheritance of the skills has been broken, and the line that is at the bottom of the seventy-two ancient peaks of the Demon Sect has become the most eye-catching and most incomprehensible in the entire Demon Sect. Neglected vein!

Rip off the earth-level ancient peak, tyrannize the earth-level ancient peak senior brother, kill the heaven-level ancient peak senior brother, kill the son of the demon, the son of the netherworld...

In just a few months, this lineage, which has never had a sense of existence in the Demon Underworld Sect, has done a major event that truly shocked the entire magic world, and created a new legend that cannot be copied!

No matter how brilliant the legend is, it will eventually be shattered.

Even if Feng Qiang didn't look up, he could still feel the suffocating coercion emanating from the ten bloody suns of destruction in the sky.

Feng Qiang sighed again.

The end of the legend!

Just like the extremely gorgeous fireworks, although the burst of light at that moment can almost illuminate the whole world, but after the splendor is over, it is doomed to disappear...

Today is the moment when this legend is finally shattered.

Feng Qiang shook his head, couldn't help squinting his eyes again, and looked up at the sky.

Ten rounds of dazzling blood-colored scorching suns represent the arrival of the peak masters of ten heaven-level ancient peaks!

It can be said that the gathering of such a group of extremely powerful demonic powers is enough to launch a war between good and evil.

No matter how stunning and powerful Chu Chen is, he has no power to fight back against such a strong lineup. This is a deadly situation, and there is no possibility of a miracle...

It's just...just, why does Du Xufeng still have a glimmer of hope?

Feng Qiang took a deep breath, this feeling was very strange, although his own rationality believed that it was impossible at all, Du Xufeng at this time had no hope at all.

But there is always such a small feeling in his heart, it seems that some miracles will really happen...

"Hehe, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, what do you want to do so much. No matter what, if you can witness such a huge storm stirred up by Duxu Peak with your own eyes, even if you are buried in this storm, your life will not be in vain."

Smiling a little self-deprecatingly, Feng Qiang walked towards the reception hall.

Stepping over the stone steps one after another, Feng Qiang walked up quickly.

Along the way, most of the Duxu Peak disciples could be seen still performing their duties, but all of them looked a little gloomy.

It seems that they have completely given up the intention of resisting in their hearts, and plan to live and die with Du Xufeng.

Roar……

Accompanied by a resounding dragon chant, the figure of the black dragon hanging over Duxu Peak became much fainter again, almost transparent.

At the same time, the aura emitted by the ten rounds of sunsets in the sky became stronger...

The bloody storm is ready to go!

Feng Qiang climbed to the reception hall halfway up the mountain, and he could see a group of disciples meditating silently in the reception hall early on.

Each of them had their magic weapon or weapon beside them, as if they were ready for the final battle at any time.

They all know that today is the last day of Crossing the Xu Peak, all they can do is to fight bloody to the end!

It can be clearly distinguished that most of those who are cultivating all the time and intending to desperately improve their cultivation in the shortest possible time are young and energetic new disciples.

They are full of blood, young and energetic, willing to fight to the last drop of blood.

They have witnessed with their own eyes Du Xufeng's rise from a bottomless ancient peak to the current glorious apex. For them, being able to live and die with Du Xufeng itself represents a great honor.

The other older disciples seemed much calmer. They were doing what they were doing unhurriedly, as if they were old monks who saw through the world of mortals. A very peaceful state of mind to look at.

Although, their heartbeats are still getting faster and faster!

But their attitude has already shown that they regard death as home.

Seeing these familiar people, Feng Qiang's chest suddenly burst with boiling blood...

There is no need to think about it any more, and we will stick to it to the end with everyone, and the bloody battle will be to the end!

After turning over the reception hall, Feng Qiang continued to move towards the book tower in the mountain.

The book tower on Duxu Peak is also considered a taboo place on this peak. There was once a totem pattern of a golden-winged roc on it, which can be said to be unbreakable.

It's just that after the brand of the golden-winged roc was refined by Chu Chen, the inside of the book tower seemed to lose some energy, and it no longer had the power it used to have.

At this moment, the inside of the entire book tower was empty, and in the huge hall of the book tower, there was only a solitary figure standing in a daze in front of the tall bookshelves.

"Brother Han?"

There was a look of surprise in Feng Qiang's eyes, but he didn't expect that the only person still in the book tower at this time was the third senior brother Han Ye.

I saw Han Ye silently looking at the bookshelves exuding an ancient atmosphere in front of him, his eyes began to turn red at some point.

"Senior Brother Han, why are you crying?"

Feng Qiang grinned. To be honest, he admired the profound knowledge of the third senior brother, but he couldn't stand his sentimentality.

"I'm crying that our history, the traces of our existence, and the brilliance we have are about to disappear. These letters, these jade books, these cloths, these armor... I don't know when Duxu Peak is completely destroyed. , how many of these things can be left behind?"

Han Ye held a thick ancient bronze book in both hands, with a look of sadness and regret.

"It's just my rotten life. If it's gone, it's gone. It's just that these books are different. They record the history of Duxu Peak, and they are the proof and imprint of Duxu Peak's existence. If these things disappear, Then we can only be silently annihilated in history when we cross the Void Peak..."