Emperor of Nine Suns

There seems to be another completely different world hidden underground. After a slight exploration with the spiritual sense, it feels like it is plunged into a vast ocean, with no edge at all.

Sensing someone coming, Zixi and the silver-haired man didn't even raise their heads, and concentrated on practicing silently.

The evil monk raised his eyelids slightly, looked around the crowd and sighed helplessly: "It's a pity, there are still two left." Then he shook his head and fell into trance again.

Xiong Tiangang, the evil bone old man, and Lan Xuan looked at each other after hearing this, and shook their heads helplessly. They each took the position of a white skeleton and started 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 unimaginable dangers inside. There is no doubt that if you want to obtain the secret treasure of the ancient Yin Emperor, you will definitely experience an unimaginable and terrifying battle!

In this case, the more you can practice and regain some strength, the more you can save your life in the hard battle that follows. Therefore, everyone did not waste any time and started practicing silently.

The strong wind roared, as if an unknown giant beast in the wilderness was roaring up to the sky. The weather on the grassland has always been windy, and cold winds swept down from the sky, blowing everyone's robes and rustling in the strong wind.

Ling Xuan stood on a higher ground, looking at the horizon with a pair of cold and clear eyes like black gems, thoughtfully.

Although the experience of the inner demon space took a long time, a full twelve hours passed, Ling Xuan did not consume any spiritual power.

Because the young man transformed from the silver eagle was fighting hard throughout the whole process, she seemed to be a passer-by and barely experienced any hard fighting.

Therefore, she didn't need much exercise and rest, as her body was already at its peak condition.

In her mind, she kept recalling the appearance of that young man: the way he was bathed in blood and slaughtered the people, the way he smiled tenderly at her, the way he held the black long sword with shocking murderous intent... In a trance. , it seems that a long time ago, when she first met Xiaoying, she had seen such a boy.

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

I only remember that the young man looked slightly thin, dressed in gray robes, and looked very ordinary.

In her mind, the blurry light and shadow of the young man slowly merged into one with the young man in the inner demon space.

Gradually it became extremely clear.

He is not such an outstanding young man. He does not have strong muscles like Xiong Tiangang, and does not have the eerily handsome face of the silver-haired man. He only has that perseverance and heavy look, which seems to be unbreakable and unbreakable no matter how hard the hardships are. !

That kind and warm smile... can make the whole world brighter.

In the biting grassland wind, the witch pursed her lips slightly, glanced at the giant eagle beside her with her clear eyes, and asked in a low voice: "You...?"

Behind her, the bright silver giant eagle stood silently beside her. Seeing the light of memories flashing through the witch's clear eyes, Chu Chen really wanted to tell her his identity, but in the end he still held back. .

A spiritual thought came out softly: "The trip to the Hell Book Tower must be full of dangers. Take a good rest. We will have to go through a series of hard battles next."

Ling Xuan was stunned 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 the real you are, thank you for always accompanying me like this and making me feel less lonely.

Everyone had been waiting for about three or four hours before a figure finally appeared again on the originally calm and empty Yincao grassland.

The person who came was a handsome young man, who looked to be in his twenties.

He was wearing a blood-red robe, with a slender figure, a fair and handsome face with a smile on his face, and a chic and carefree manner. At first glance, this man looked like a suave playboy in the world.

The steps of the blood-clothed young man were unhurried and slow, as if he were walking slowly in a leisurely manner, but each step covered a distance of several feet.

He also held a bright red folding fan in his hand. Blood-red waves rose up from the folding fan, emitting an extremely strong and vast wave.

It is obvious that this folding fan is a treasure. The aura exuding from it is even somewhat similar to the ancient flag of the evil bone old man. This is an ancient secret treasure! !

When he came in front of everyone, the young man in blood-clothed clothes chuckled, put away his folding fan, and cupped his hands in front of everyone, showing a familiar look.

"Haha... It seems that everyone is waiting for me. I am the only one missing. Well, it is really a sin to have two such beautiful fairies on earth."

Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this, silently raised their eyelids and glanced at him, and then each fell into meditation practice.

However, when Lan Xuan saw this, he saluted the blood-clothed young man in return: "Senior brother, it takes nine people to open this Hell Book Tower. Now apart from you, there is only one person missing."

"You still need someone? But I've seen enough!" The young man in blood said calmly, "I'm the only one missing here."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words. They looked up at him again and saw the young man in blood pointing at everyone one by one and saying: "One, two, three...seven, eight. Eight people and one bird are just enough." Isn’t it just right to activate the Hell Book Tower?”

Um? ?

After hearing his words, everyone felt their eyes light up: These words really woke up the dreamer. Everyone only focused on how many monks were counted, but almost ignored the existence of the silver giant eagle!

The evil monk slapped his thigh fiercely: "That's right! How could we forget this! That silver eagle is so powerful and psychic, maybe it can directly take the place of a person. In this way, The number of people is indeed enough!”

Everyone nodded when they heard the words. The silver eagle was so powerful that everyone had seen it before. Although it was just a bird, its wisdom and spirituality were no worse than that of a human being.

So when he thought of this, everyone's eyes turned to Ling Xuan.

Facing everyone's expectant gazes, Ling Xuan's cold face showed no expression at all: "I want to ask what it means."