Emperor of Nine Suns

The ten bloody scorching suns in the sky made Feng Qiang feel dizzy and indescribably uncomfortable.

He sighed and looked away from the sky. Looking around, he could see several old disciples of Duxu Peak sweeping the area with old brooms.

These people are a bit older and have 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 pressure in the void and strive to complete their own affairs.

At this moment, Feng Qiang couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his heart.

The journey to Crossing Xu Peak seems to be coming to an end today!

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

If Chu Chen hadn't insisted on staying here, I'm afraid he would have moved to other ancient peaks.

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

But unknowingly, this lineage with only a few dozen disciples, whose inheritance of techniques has been discontinued for generations, and which ranks at the bottom of the seventy-two ancient peaks of Moming Sect, has become the most eye-catching and most incompetent one in the entire Moming Sect. A line of neglect!

He ripped off the earth-level ancient peak, brutalized the earth-level ancient peak elder brother, killed the heaven-level ancient peak elder brother, and killed the son of the devil, the son of Netherworld...

In just a few months, this lineage, which has never had a presence in the Demon Underworld Sect, has done something major that truly shocked the entire Demonic World, creating a new legend that cannot be copied!

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

Even if Feng Qiang didn't raise his head, he could still feel the suffocating pressure emanating from the ten rounds of bloody suns of destruction in the sky.

Feng Qiang sighed again.

The end of the legend!

Just like those extremely splendid fireworks, although the light that bursts out in that moment can almost illuminate the entire world, it is destined to disappear after the brilliance...

Today is the moment when this legend is finally shattered.

Feng Qiang shook his head and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly and look up at the sky.

Ten dazzling bloody suns represent the arrival of the ten peak masters of heaven-level ancient peaks!

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

No matter how stunning and powerful Chu Chen is, he has no power to fight back in front of such a strong lineup. This is a fatal situation, and there is no chance of a miracle...

It's just...just, why do I always feel that there is still a glimmer of hope in Crossing Xu Peak?

Feng Qiang took a deep breath. This feeling was very strange. Although his own reason believed that this was impossible, there was no hope for Duxu Peak at this time.

But there was always a small feeling in his heart, as if some miracle would really happen...

"Haha, life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, why do you want so much. No matter what, if you can witness Duxu Peak stirring up such a huge storm, even if you are buried in this storm, your life will not be in vain."

With a slightly self-deprecating smile, Feng Qiang jumped forward and walked towards the reception hall.

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

Along the way, you can see that most of the Duxu Peak disciples are still performing their duties, but everyone's expressions look a little gloomy.

It seems that they have completely given up the intention of resisting and plan to live and die with Duxu Peak.

Roar……

Accompanied by a loud dragon roar, the black dragon figure shrouding the sky over Duxu Peak became much fainter again, almost becoming transparent.

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

The bloody storm is ready to go!

Feng Qiang climbed to the reception hall halfway up the mountain. He could see that there were a group of disciples meditating silently in the reception hall early on.

They each have their own magical weapons or weapons beside them, as if they are ready for the final battle at any time.

They all know that today is the last day to cross Xu Peak, and all they can do is fight to the end!

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

They are vigorous, young and energetic, and willing to fight until the last drop of blood is shed.

They have witnessed with their own eyes that Duxu Peak has gone from a bottom ancient peak to its current glorious pinnacle. For them, being able to live and die with Duxu Peak represents a great honor in itself.

Some older disciples, on the other hand, seemed much calmer. They were doing the things at hand leisurely, as if they were old monks who had seen through the world of mortals. They tried their best to deal with everything that happened in front of them. Look at it with a very peaceful attitude.

Although, their heartbeats are still getting faster and faster!

But their attitude has shown that they regard death as their own.

Seeing these familiar people, Feng Qiang suddenly felt a surge of boiling blood in his chest...

There is no need to think about anything else, just hold on to the end with everyone and fight to the end!

After passing the reception hall, Feng Qiang continued towards the book tower in the mountain.

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

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

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

"Senior Brother Han?"

There was a look of surprise in Feng Qiang's eyes. He did not expect that the only person still in the book tower at this time was actually his third senior brother Han Ye.

I saw Han Ye silently looking at the bookshelves in front of him that exuded an ancient atmosphere, and his eyes started to turn red without knowing when.

"Senior Brother Han, why are you crying?"

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

"I'm crying that our history, the traces of our existence, and the glory we have are all about to disappear. These slips, these jade albums, these cloths, these letters... I don't know when Duxu Peak will be completely destroyed. , How many of these things can be left?”

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

"It's just my bad life, and it's gone if it's gone. It's just that these books are different. They record the history of Duxu Peak and are the proof and imprint of Duxu Peak's existence. If these things disappear, Then if we cross the Xu Peak, we will really have no choice but to be silently annihilated in history..."