The human in front of him, the nine babies really turned into ashes, and they all know it!

It will not forget the human beings it hates, just as it will not forget its three heads that have been said goodbye. and the one in white next to him, who also said that he had suffered a lot of flesh and skin.

"Roar—"

Three large mouths spewed out a huge stream of water together, He Zichen hurriedly dodged, but still didn't completely avoid it, and was swept out a few feet away by the water column, and finally hugged a tree before stopping.

Looking at his soaked clothes, He Zichen couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, he wittily chose to shoot the red head first, otherwise it would erupt into flames, the clothes were not as simple as getting wet, and it was not as simple as having clothes.

One after another, jets of water sprayed, and the tree he was holding before was actually broken, and He Zichen hurriedly dodged and hid behind another tree that looked the thickest and sturdiest.

wiped his face in disgust, and said in his heart: What is it called to spit on people if they don't agree with each other.

"Zichen—"

In the noisy sound of water, He Zichen vaguely heard Sheng Ling calling him like this, and such a call made him a little dazed for a while. Shaking his head, he waved his hand to the side of the tree and shouted, "Here I am!" ”

Saint Ling Edgeworth flew, followed the sound to find He Zichen, stretched out his hand towards him, and pulled him onto his own sword.

Sheng Ling's body was also semi-wet, but it was obviously much better than He Zichen, who was dressed as a wolf.

"Tsk, it seems that this sword art still needs to be learned." He Zichen sighed.

Sheng Ling didn't make a sound, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he looked at the nine babies who were spraying water over there with a calm face.

The soft light of the moonstone at the top of the staff gradually brightened, and for a moment the light was so bright that it was almost glaring. He Zichen's heart jumped, and he hurriedly shouted: "What are you doing?!" ”

Sheng Ling's eyebrows were calm, he looked ahead, and said in a deep voice: "It has grown a lot in the past few years, but the power I can use now is less than seventy percent, and the thunder trick can only hurt its flesh and skin, so I had to kill it with the help of the power of the Moonstone." ”

"No way!" He Zichen snatched the staff from his hand and said forcefully, "Before you recover your vitality, you must no longer use the power of the Moonstone in vain!" ”

Sheng Ling turned his head and looked at him silently, with a faint hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"I mean, didn't you notice that monster was at the end of the crossbow?" He Zichen pointed at Jiuying with his staff, and said, "You see, the saliva squirting is getting less and less every time, and the other three heads look like they are about to swallow, and their legs and feet are weak, and they are almost unstable...... Wouldn't it be better if we just avoided its edge and waited until it couldn't hold up and then killed it with one blow? ”

What he said was the truth, the Nine Babies had been injured a lot since they kept hitting the Trapped Beast Array these days, and they were all supported by the belief that they were bent on getting out of the Sun-Covering Forest, and they were almost a little delirious, so that they didn't even think about fighting back when they were slashed all over by lightning before.

This time it is still blessed by old hatred, and it is just consuming the remaining vitality in advance. When there is enough time, it is undoubtedly the best choice to wait for it to weaken slowly, and then take advantage of the victory to pursue it.

It's just-

"I'm afraid...... Late will change," said Saint Ling.

In the end, it is an ancient beast, even if it is dying, I can't say how long this breath can last.

Having said that, Sheng Ling didn't insist any longer, and the light of the Moonstone quietly dimmed, and it returned to the faint soft light it had before.

He Zichen took down the arrow again and put it on the bowstring, Sheng Ling saw what he meant, and while flexibly dodging the water column with his sword, he looked for the most favorable position, and with the tacit cooperation of the two, the three arrows fired together, and once again exploded the three eyeballs on the nine infant Xuan's blue head.

Blood trickled down its eyes, and the monster with six eyes remained, but this time it became a veritable one-eyed dragon.

This blow is undoubtedly huge, the nine babies who were almost collapsed finally lost their minds completely, the six heads roared together in the sky, and a huge roar echoed in the sun-covering forest for a while, and its sound spread far away for more than ten miles, the beasts in the forest rushed quickly, and the birds and birds flew in shock.

He Zichen felt that his fragile eardrums were about to be shattered by the roar of this monster, and he couldn't help but cover his ears tightly, urging Saint Ling Yujian to move away.

The two of them retreated straight to the edge of the Sun-Covering Forest, and the terrifying roar was hidden outside the trapped beast array.

"What kind of water and fire does this guy spew, in my opinion, it is better to attack with a roar, and several mouths make a sound together, this power is much stronger than spraying water and fire!" He Zichen plucked his ears and said.

Sheng Ling said: "Unless you tempt the prey, the nine babies generally don't like to scream, so it's just angry and painful." ”

"Eh, what do you say, what is it called?" He Zichen tugged at Sheng Ling's sleeve and said with a smile, "Could it be that you are calling 'Mom'?" Well, I think so. ”

For the whimsical ideas that popped up from time to time, Sheng Ling didn't know how to answer, so he nodded casually.

"Shengling...... Holy Ling! Go back! He Zichen's voice suddenly became urgent, and he pointed behind him, "The Sun-Covering Forest is burning!" Do these nine babies want to become roasted beasts?! ”

Sheng Ling immediately turned around, only to see that in the Sun-Covering Forest, there was a fire in the place where Jiu Ying had stayed before, and thick smoke and smoke were billowing into the sky.

The two crossed the trapped beast array again, and He Zichen was ready to block his ears, but he didn't hear the roar of Jiuying, and he said in his heart: Could it be that he was really roasted by himself?

Gazing at the spreading fire over there, Sheng Ling cast a spell again while holding the sword.

After a while, thick clouds in the sky gathered above the fire, and in the middle of the hand, the color turned from white to black, and a thunderbolt brought heavy rain.

In the midst of the torrential rain and flames, the two stood on their swords and hurried towards the dark clouds.

When the two landed, the fire was much smaller, but it could not be completely extinguished for a while. A large number of trees here have fallen, which shows how violently the nine babies struggled to die before. The red tongue of fire attached to the toppled tree trunk and licked continuously, but it shrank little by little in the torrential rain and finally disappeared.

The rain was heavy, like an unreasonable shrew, smashing her head and face on the ground. He Zichen and Sheng Ling walked in the rain, but the rain was like a spirit, and they avoided it diagonally with their rain feet.

Surrounded by trees, smoke, rain and flames, but they seemed to be isolated from this world, there was a different kind of warmth, He Zichen's heart moved, took Sheng Ling's hand, pretended to shrink a little, and said, "I'm a little cold." ”

Sheng Ling didn't turn his head to look at him, but He Zichen obviously felt that a steady stream of warm currents came from the hands of the two of them, he lowered his head and looked at the hands of the two of them with ten fingers, snickered inexplicably, and then raised his eyes to look at Sheng Ling, his bright side face was like frost and snow, and a little earlobe was exposed in his silver hair, like a ripe cherry.

Jiu Ying had already died of exhaustion, and fell to the ground, his huge body was like a hill, and the two of them walked in front of Jiu Ying's corpse, their faces became a little weird, as if they smelled a faint ...... from the air Meaty?

If you smell it carefully, it is indeed fragrant, and it is a little burnt, but the inside must not be cooked, which shows that the heat control is not good...... Ahem, I missed it.

"It really can't think of roasting itself......" He Zichen was shocked and said in surprise, "How frustrating must this be?" ”

"No," Sheng Ling looked at it carefully, shook his head, and frowned, "No, this fire is not used to roast itself. Look at it in its mouth...... So"

When He Zichen heard this, he looked at one of the heads of Jiuying, only to see a misty black gas lingering in his mouth, he turned his eyes and looked at several other mouths, without exception, there was a cloud of black gas, if you look closely, this kind of black gas still exists in other places on its body, but its skin is burned black, not very conspicuous.

"This ......" He Zichen had some kind of guess in his heart, but he deliberately ignored it, he laughed dryly and said, "Even your own tongue is burned?" This is a lot of fire, playing with fire**. ”

Sheng Ling glanced at him and knew that he had seen the clue, so he said directly: "It's demonic qi." ”

"It had tried to avoid it before, but it didn't...... It's magic. ”

A demon that makes the ancient beasts avoid.

"That's it, it's a pity...... He Zichen shook his head and sighed, "I thought I could taste what it was like to taste the flesh of an ancient fierce beast, but since it was polluted by demonic energy, I had to give up." ”

"However......" After a moment of gag, he couldn't help but wonder, "How can there be a demonic energy in this sun-covering forest?" ”

Sheng Ling said: "It's about the gap in the Tibetan abyss that stretches into the forest, and there are monsters coming out from here." ”

Tibetan abyss, Tibetan abyss......

This is the second time He Zichen has heard this name mentioned, and every time he hears these two words, he has a strange feeling, like fear, and like sadness.

"Since Jiuying is dead and can't stay for barbecue, let's go back first." He Zichen smiled a little palely, "I want to sleep a little." ”

Sheng Ling was stunned for a moment, and seeing that his face seemed to be a little wrong, he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The huge flying sword set off from the sky above the Sun-Covering Forest, and the two of them stood on the sword one after the other, heading against the wind in the direction of the Star-Picking Tower.

Behind them, the clouds of ink had dispersed, the rain had stopped, and the sky was so clean that if you ignored the chaos in the sun-sheltering forest, it was as if nothing had happened.

The trapped beast array isolated every sound inside, and an ancient fierce beast fell silently, except for the two who had just left, no one knew.

――Is it really unnoticed?

What no one really knew was that beyond the rain and flames, in the shade of smoke, there was a pair of eyes silently looking at those two people.

When a qiē restored fù calmed down, a black shadow quietly came out of the darkness, and with a wave of his hand, a black mist rose from the huge body of the nine infants, and the flesh and blood in the black mist were like scattered petals, quickly falling off, melting, and disappearing into nothingness, leaving only a huge skeleton in place.

The black shadow stood silently in place for a long time, as if in contemplation, as if in remembrance.

It finally moved, reached out and pulled out one of Jiu Ying's ribs, and then jumped lightly, sat down on a leg bone, took out a dagger out of nowhere, and carved it on that rib with concentration.

In contrast to the huge and white skeleton, the black shadow looks small, and this black and white picture looks particularly weird, but inexplicably harmonious.

……

"Sheng Ling, let's talk for a while." Standing on the sword, He Zichen was dizzy, trying to find something to say, "...... You say, why do you go up alone when you encounter some danger, what are so many people doing in the Star Picking Tower? ”

Sheng Ling didn't look back, looked ahead and said, "They are still children." ”

"What kind of child, except for Lan Yin, who is a child, are all people in their teens, you and I were ...... at the beginning"

He Zichen suddenly stopped, and after a while, he said, "...... However, speaking of which, the people who picked up the star tower seem to be teenagers, and none of them are a little older? ”

Sheng Ling was silent for a long time, only the sound of the wind was left in his ears, and it was so long that He Zichen thought that he would not answer, and when he was about to find a new topic, Sheng Ling suddenly spoke.

"A few years ago, a monster attacked the Star Picking Tower, and all the older disciples were killed, leaving only a few young and half-grown children, who survived their desperate protection......

"Therefore, I can't let them take risks lightly, and I don't dare to gamble with the only people left in the Star Tower."

Those who can really take charge of themselves are dead, and those who are alive have not grown up, and the seemingly brilliant Star Picking Tower, if something big really happens, only Sheng Ling will have to support it. And Sheng Ling's condition is not good now, the entire Star Picking Tower is like a fortress on a cliff, and if he is not careful, he may fall off the altar and collapse into an army.

He Zichen felt a little sad, but he didn't have much energy to be sad, his body was weak, and he stumbled imperceptibly, and his head became even more dizzy.

How many years of prosperous dreams have all withered overnight, and they have been divided into numerous crumbs under the blade of time, and they have fallen all over his head......

He Zichen felt that maybe he needed a good night's sleep.

The sky was blue and the clouds were faint.

Sheng Ling stood in the wind, his white clothes fluttering, and his silver hair was blown to his face by the wind, with a gentle itch.

He Zichen took a small step forward, put his chin on Sheng Ling's shoulder, and put his hands on Sheng Ling's waistband, he closed his eyes and whispered in the man's ear: "Sheng Ling, I'm going to faint." ”

After speaking, Bento really tilted his head, and he didn't know whether he fainted or fell asleep, and he lost consciousness when he leaned on Sheng Ling.

This time, I could have fainted first, right?

I can also close my eyes and entrust myself to you without fear of being left behind.

When He Zichen woke up, it was already a new morning, and the pane had divided a round of melting red sun into several pieces, and the sunlight was shining through the thin window paper, with a faint gentleness.

Stretching comfortably, He Zichen looked at the environment he was in, it was a simplely furnished room, except for the bed where he was lying. There is only one set of tables and chairs, and one set of tea sets on the table.

There wasn't even an ordinary vase.

This is Sheng Ling's room.