I, Pikachu, the empress’s salty companion beast

The depths of the alien race.

The witch qi is turbid, and the demon qi is attacking.

The grayness that does not change for 10,000 years is the main color here.

This is a true Terran forbidden area.

In the Terran records, no one can go deep here.

At this time, there were two strange lights, one gold and one black, rushing past in the high altitude of the alien race.

With a long trail.

...

I don't know how long it took.

Chu Zi opened his eyes in confusion.

Unlike the cloudy sky some time ago, at this time, the eyes are all gray.

Cold.

No more than ten meters of visibility.

Chu Zi couldn't help but complain, "Why is it so smoggy? The environment is a top priority!

"You're in the realm of the demon race, you..."

"Don't tell me anything, I don't want to hear anything."

Chu Zi quickly closed his eyes, afraid that Li Shu would have some kind of moth.

In addition to going to the depths of the demon and ghost races to check in.

He now wanted to return to the Terrans.

Sleep every day until you wake up naturally.

Wake up and find a snack and taste the food of the Tian Yuan Continent.

Drink a little tea, listen to a small play, and stroll around the street at leisure.

Sleep when you're tired.

This is the salted fish life I dream of the most.

Great?

Big mom!

As soon as he thought of the words Great Emperor, Chu Zi was inexplicably irritable.

Sometimes, he really wanted to rip these beasts' brains and see what they were really thinking.

By the way, ask them: what is the meaning of cultivation?

What is the matter of people, or other living beings, exhausting all their minds and cultivating against the sky?

Cultivation is already so difficult.

Breakthroughs are difficult step by step.

At the same time, you must endure the pain of refining the body by peeling skin and bones!

Finally broke through successfully, you actually don't want to find a place to get up and enjoy life, but to provoke this and that!

Isn't this a hole in the brain, what?

After cursing a few words, Chu Zi shrunk into Li Shu's arms again.

Anyway, he didn't want to worry about this idleness.

...

All the way without words.

It wasn't until he was approaching the deepest part of the demon race that Li Shu asked a little casually,

"Why haven't you encountered the back hand left by an emperor-level powerhouse along the way?"

The demon race as a whole is much stronger than the witch race.

It stands to reason that the back hand under the demon clan should also be much stronger.

But along the way, except for feeling a few powerful aura fluctuations, Li Shu did not notice any danger.

"I avoided it."

"How to avoid it?"

"By feeling."

"How does it feel?"

The eighth looked at Li Shu and said with a smile, "Intuition!

Li Shu snorted coldly and said no more.

She knew that if she asked any more, the eighth life would not say anything more to her.

Although the two cooperate temporarily, they may not say when they will tear their faces.

Perhaps these descendants left in the depths of the alien race will be the means used by the eighth generation to compete with themselves.

However, Li Shu quietly wrote down the scenery along the way.

By the time he reached the nineteenth day, the intensity of the surrounding demon qi was already comparable to that in the depths of the Wu Clan.

The eighth gave the demon lord a look.

The latter agreed, and waved his hand to pull away the demon qi, revealing a four-sided altar.

The style of the altar is not much different from that of the Wu Clan.

It's just that around the altar are long poles the thickness of four thumbs and made of unknown materials.

After the baptism of time, the altar was dilapidated, but the long poles were not affected in any way.

Wisps of demon qi spread out from it.

As a result, this altar was always shrouded in fog.

Three inches down from each of the four poles, a small copper bell was tied with a black towel.

The rich demon qi of the demon race erupted from the four small copper bells.

In the center of the altar, a bronze bell with an antique but shiny new shape is placed upside down.

Time never seems to have left the slightest mark on the copper bell.

The demon qi conjured up an ordinary scene of everything above the copper bell.

Clouds roll and flowers bloom and fall.

The brook is babbling, and the birds are singing.

At first glance, there was nothing special, but upon closer inspection, Li Shu found the strangeness of the scene of all things transformed by the demon qi.

Rainwater pours irrigation, rivers flow backwards!

Spring mud breaks a small hole.

A withered yellow petal floated out of it and slowly landed on the same somewhat yellowish branch.

Then came an even more wonderful sight.

The moment the petals came into contact with the branches, an inexplicable force quickly brought them back to life.

The yellow petals are delicate again.

The branches also returned to their green at this moment.

After a breath, the petals and branches disappear into the spring mud at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, it broke ground again.

The cycle of heaven and earth, the cycle is also repeated!

"The power of time?"

"Yes!"

The eighth generation pointed to the four long poles erected around and said, "These five bells all contain the power of time, and if you talk about the power of time, this one on the altar is much stronger!" However, it does not have the slightest enchantment. "

These are all easy to speculate, so the eighth generation did not hide anything.

"Just

what?"

"Nothing, just suddenly missing poetry."

Saying that, Li Shu stared at the small bell with both eyes.

However, spiritual power has always been difficult to penetrate.

There seemed to be a quagmire around the bell blocking her prying eyes.

The eighth generation looked at her funny, "If it were so simple, I wouldn't choose to go to the Wu Clan first."

"By the way, didn't you learn the power of time and space with Chu Zi? Why not give it a try?

Li Shu nodded and condensed the power of time on her eyes.

Gaze at the copper bell, a glance at ten thousand years!

The gaze crosses the barrier of time and swims against the current.

The past is now in front of you.

But apart from the demon race, there is nothing special.

Suddenly.

An inexplicable sense of crisis surfaced in my mind for no reason.

Ahead, like a giant beast that chooses to devour people, waiting for her to approach.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Shu withdrew from the power of time wrapped in spiritual power.

If you are trapped in the torrent of time, it will be difficult to return.

Bite!

The bell on the altar also sounded without wind at this time.

Li Shu let out a long sigh of relief and looked away from the copper bell.

The eighth generation sighed helplessly, pretending to be nonchalant and asking,

"How is it?" See something?

"I feel the torrent of time!"

"How does it feel?"

Li Shu smiled, "Intuition! The

eighth snorted coldly and stopped asking.

She knew that if Li Shu really gained something, he would not tell her.

"Do you want to ask Chu Zi, isn't he interested in the identity of the owner of this altar?"

Without waiting for Li Shu to react, the eighth shouted directly at Chu Zi:

"Hi~ Get up!" Look at the mystery of this altar and this bronze bell? Chu

Zi's sleepy eyes were hazy and looked at Li Shu.

Li Shu said, "This altar involves the power of time, and somehow... Looking at it, I miss poetry..."

Reading poetry?

The power of time?

"Whatever! Nothing big... Don't call me even if something big happens! I'm busy!

"You are the female emperor, you must learn to deal with things yourself, don't ask me everything!"

After speaking, Chu Zi closed his eyes again.

"He's busy?"

"Yes, busy!"

"Busy deducing the heavenly machine?"

Busy deducing the opponent's Hu what cards!

And at this time.

The four long poles erected on the four feet of the altar suddenly swayed.

The originally calm altar bells rang everywhere.

"Jingle bells!"