The teleportation device was slowly cut off.

Chongjue was scolded so much that he never argued for himself, and let the hats of "disrespect for the old" and "extravagant" be directly buttoned up.

From the moment he responded to the cold voice, the Lord was fully prepared.

Even if Su Hansheng provoked him first, but taking 10,000 steps back to say that Chongjue is still an elder, in the eyes of others, no matter which of the two takes the initiative, Chongjue, as an elder, is always suspected of bewitching the younger generation.

After all, young people are impulsive and excited, and it is natural that Shizun has lived for thousands of years, and his heart is like a rock and is not close to love, and he still messes with him on the premise that he knows that he is the son of a close friend.

It's not a deep love......

"This is his uncle's spoils!"

Qi Fu Yin was about to faint in anger, leaning on Zou Zhi with a dying breath, and said angrily: "Give, kill him for me!" ”

Zou Zhi also looked at Chongjue with dissatisfaction: "Xiao Xiao is young, why are you still messing around with him?" Listen to what you said just now, can you say it to the juniors? ”

Chongjue: "......"

Chongjue sat in the spirit mustard, silently took out the tea set, and began to cook the tea slowly.

When you are tired of scolding, you will naturally stop.

Not far from Lingjiao, a black shadow covering the sky and the sun soared into the sky, towering and forested, and he was unconsciously afraid when he looked at it.

It was the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao that had stood for thousands of years, the Tower of Babel.

Standing on the top of a high mountain, he raised his eyes to look at the Tower of Babel, which was about to collapse.

This giant tower symbolizing the way of heaven is too huge, and it begins to collapse in all directions, and the huge stones that build the tower fall from a height of ten thousand zhang from time to time, but from a distance, it looks slow and silent, and there is a kind of quiet weirdness, as if the way of heaven is coming with silent oppression.

Sixteen years ago, Ying Jianhua had seen this scene as well.

Soon after, the master who raised him and nurtured him fell to the ground, leaving no body behind.

"Sky." It should be seen that the painting road.

Changkong appeared in front of him in an instant, and saluted respectfully: "Master." ”

Ying Jianhua said coldly: "I will enter the tower tomorrow, if I don't come back in three days, the old Fuling will be handed over to your fourth uncle to take full control, and anyone who has a different heart will be killed." ”

When Su Xuan was about to fall, many people in Wuqueling were ready to move, in a vain attempt to steal the inheritance of Yingxu Sect.

At that time, Ying Jianhua wanted to devise a way to make them submit, but later learned that killing was the right way.

If they are all scared, naturally no one will covet the position of the sect master again.

Changkong said: "Master, ......"

Ying Jianhua didn't wait for him to say too much nonsense, and told him to listen back to the Taoist Palace to protect the cold sound, and then he went down from the top of the mountain against the wind.

The Tower of Babel is in the realm of the old Fuling Tomb, and there are no people living in a radius of hundreds of miles, and even birds, beasts, fish and insects cannot survive here.

It is rumored that the reason why the Tower of Babel exists is because the Heavenly Dao deliberately descended to suppress the Infernal Hell's Demon Qi that was eight thousand feet underground, and condensed out of the Realm Gate to prevent any demons and demons from breaking into the Three Realms.

It is precisely because the Tower of Babel is connected to the Infernal Hell through the Heavy Shrine Temple, and the demonic breath overflows, which causes no grass to grow here.

But the painting always felt strange.

He didn't know what happened 2,000 years ago, but the martyrdom of Su Xuan Lin in the tower sixteen years ago was clear.

Shu Xuanlin was already an Immortal Monarch cultivator at that time, and he was only one step away from attaining the Dao Ascension, but he still fell in the Tower of Babel, and the most strange thing was that he ......

No one knows why Shu Xuanlin fell.

The word "martyrdom" seems to be just a disguise, and Ying Jianhua doesn't even know who Shizun fought with and who he was slaughtered by.

Even if the evil ghosts of the Infernal Prison climbed up the Temple of the Shrine in the Heavens, they would not kill the Immortal Monarch, and even the World-Honored Chongjue was seriously injured and recovered after many years of retreat.

There was an ominous thought in the painting......

The collapse of the Tower of Babel this time may not be so easy to solve, and their opponent may be on top of the Tower of Babel.

You should see the figure of the painting falling from the sky like snow, silently falling on the square tower near the Tower of Babel.

Daojun sat cross-legged, his robe hunting.

The consciousness was scattered, spreading out hundreds of miles to explore the abnormality.

Night Falls—Even if it's not night, the perimeter of Babel is pitch black, and the perimeter of the tower is even covered with dense moss and hideous vines, as if climbing from the bottom of the Infernal Hell.

Suddenly, Ying saw the thrush furrow, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked straight to the southeast.

There seemed to be a faint smell of familiarity.

It should be seen that the heart of the painting is beating wildly, all the calmness of the past is shattered, and the spiritual power is swept to the snowy mountain in an instant.

The four seasons around the Tower of Babel are distinct, the wind is fierce and the snow is all over the sky, and the bone-chilling cold cannot be defended with spiritual power at all, and even Ying Jianhua is unconsciously frozen to the bone marrow.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there was a person standing in the heavy snow wearing only a thin green coat and a long body of jade, as if he was also looking up slightly at the Tower of Babel in the distance, his black hair was scattered down, and a golden black magpie was faintly visible on his shoulder pecking feathers.

Ying Jianhua's breathing stiffened, and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

The ...... of the Sushi bloodline Companion spirits?

The man heard the movement and looked sideways slightly.

Under the reflection of the snow, half of a familiar and unfamiliar face was revealed.

Ying Jianhua was like being struck by lightning, and he looked at it in a daze for a long time before he muttered in disbelief.

“…… Master? ”

***

As soon as I slept until I woke up naturally, I stayed alone in the Buddhist hall for a while and began to be idle.

Chongjue was not there, Yuan Qian Wubaili was also gone, and there was no fun to see when the Great University Palace was empty.

The senior sister is beautiful and kind-hearted, except that she can't be in front of the senior brother in front of her, she can almost be regarded as responsive.

Su Hansheng also plans to tell Ying Zhijin about himself and Chongjue by the way, so that the matter will not be exposed in front of the picture in the future, and he can also let the senior sister save the dog's life.

Su Hansheng walked out of the Buddhist hall and was suddenly stopped when he passed by a clear pond.

"Shaojun stays."

Su Hansheng raised his eyes to look.

Under the shade of the trees by the pond, there was a man dressed in white sitting on a chair, holding a fishing rod and fishing.

Su Hansheng had nothing to do with the people of Liuyazhai, and walked forward suspiciously.

The fisherman took off the hat from his head and coughed lightly, his voice weak but laughing.

"Where are you going, Shaojun? Do you have time to talk? ”

Su Hansheng looked at him in confusion, not knowing who this person was for a while.

The man saw his confusion and said helplessly: "I am your classmate of Senior Brother Xu, Lan Xubai." ”

Su Hansheng was even more puzzled.

Who?

Lan Xubai's body was even weaker than three years ago, and it was as if there was only a glimmer of life hanging on him, and a gust of wind could blow him back to the western sky.

Su Hansheng's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small wine jug in Lan Xu's white sleeve, and suddenly realized.

Remembered.

is Senior Brother Xu's classmate who always likes to drink and vomit blood.

Su Hansheng was not in a hurry to find Ying Zhijin, and obediently sat on the stone next to Lan Xubai, swinging his legs and throwing stones into the water.

"Senior Brother Lan is well, you and my senior brother are classmates, you should have been out of the school three years ago, why are you still in the Wendao Academy?"

Could it be that he can't get out of the school because he loses points?

Isn't that the most humiliating thing for yourself?!

The stone scared the fish that was about to be hooked away, and Su Hansheng realized that people were fishing, and quickly clapped his hands and smiled embarrassedly.

Lan Xubai was not angry, and said with a smile: "I have been a teacher ten years ago, but my body is weak and I need to hear the treasure land of the Taoist Palace Liuyao Zhai to save my life." ”

Su Hansheng nodded.

He didn't ask Lan Xubai what he was stopping him to do, and he shook his calves and watched his senior brother fishing with great interest.

Lan Xubai has pretended to be a ghost for many years, but it was the first time he saw someone who could sit still like this, he laughed and said, "Shaojun, I made a divination before I came out today. ”

Su Hansheng said with interest: "What have you calculated?" ”

Lan Xubai wrote lightly: "Today is my ultimate day. ”

Su Hansheng was stunned: "Then you...... Still out fishing? ”

Shouldn't ordinary people try to save their lives?

Lan Xubai took out the small wine pot in his sleeve, and didn't want to talk about it more, but said: "The group of little cubs in Liuyazhai just went to the old Fuling to practice, no one cares about me, Shaojun accompanies me to drink bars." ”

Su Hansheng looked at him hesitantly.

Lan Xubai is addicted to alcohol, but because of his broken bones, he has been managed by people all year round, and he rarely can drink it - wine is actually not a good thing, but Lan Xubai just loves the feeling of being half drunk to death.

"I was born with a lack of life, and it is a heavenly curtain to survive for so many years, nothing." Lan Xubai estimated that he couldn't drink much when he felt the cold sound, so he poured some wine from the lid of the wine jug and handed it over, "Shaojun taste?" ”

Su Hansheng frowned slightly, but still took the lid of the pot, but he didn't have the heart to drink.

Lan Xubai took a sip of wine, watched the fishing line dangling down the fishing rod and ripple faintly in the pond, and began to talk about business.

"When I heard about the sacrifice, I have calculated the result, and it is related to the fall of the Tower of Babel."

Su Hansheng's hand squeezing the lid of the pot tightened, and he frowned and said, "Why are you talking to me about this for no reason?" ”

He just wanted to go out and play with his senior sister, and he didn't want to participate in these Three Realms events.

But Lan Xubai seemed to have expected something a long time ago, and waited for him here early in the morning.

Lan Xubai said: "This is a dead hexagram. ”

Su Hansheng frowned.

Lan Xubai took a sip of wine, couldn't help coughing violently, and a little flush rarely appeared on his plain white face, which looked like it was back to light, which made people uneasy.

He said weakly: "The reason why Wendao Xuegong kept me in Xuegong is that I am responsible for divining the auspicious luck of the Wendao sacrifice every year. ”

But what I calculated this time is completely different from three years ago.

"Three days later, the Tower of Babel topple down, and everyone could not escape."

Su Hansheng didn't believe it: "The World Venerable and the Master of the Academy have all gone to the Tower of Babel, and my senior brother has also gone, how can so many great powers be in disaster?" ”

In his previous life, he played a good deck of cards and fell into the Infernal Prison, and he didn't know about the affairs of the Three Realms, but at that time, the evil thoughts were still playing in the Infernal Hell, killing evil beasts, but in this life, he has returned to his original body.

Unless the Heavenly Dao comes, ......

Lan Xubai didn't say anything, he shook his head lightly and commented on four words.

"Repeat the mistakes of the past."

I still don't understand.

Lan Xubai raised his head slightly to look at the thunderclouds slowly brewing in the sky, and said after a while: "What happened sixteen years ago will happen again as it was." ”

Bang!

A thunderclap fell.

Su Hansheng's heart slammed suddenly, he vaguely knew something.

"Why did you tell me?"

He's just a little waste in the Jindan period, and he has to let others save him when he encounters danger, so it's better to tell him about this kind of thing than to tell them directly.

Lan Xubai's face was as white as paper, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, staring at the cold sound for a long time, as if he didn't understand what the hexagram meant.

"Because the hexagram says...... You are the turning point. ”：，，.