As he left the pond, he glanced back.

After Lan Xubai finished talking to him, the whole person seemed to have unloaded his heavy burden, and leaned on the back of the chair to fish comfortably.

He didn't let the cold sound of the night, nor did he let him make a noise, as if he was just spending an ordinary day, and he could go back to school and sleep comfortably with a fishing rod and bucket at any time.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything, he finally turned to leave.

Today is a rare good weather, the breeze is blowing, blowing the wrinkled pond and rippling blue waves.

Suddenly, there was a surge in the quiet pond.

It seems that the fish has taken the bait.

The big fish was so powerful that it struggled desperately to get rid of the hook, causing ripples on the surface of the water.

Finally, poof.

The fishing rod, which was unheld, was dragged directly into the water by the fish, and finally escaped with difficulty.

***

Su Hansheng didn't go to find Ying Zhijin, and quickly returned to the Buddhist hall to use the magic instrument to find Chongjue.

But Chongjue didn't know what to do, and didn't respond in the slightest.

At this moment, Jin Yiyuan's voice suddenly came from outside: "Su Shaojun! ”

Listening to the low voice, it seemed like he had been beaten and came to him to settle accounts.

Su Hansheng pinched the claws of the magic weapon for a moment, and looked up at the outside of the Buddhist hall.

Jin Yiyuan was really beaten.

There seemed to be a whip mark on his neck, and at a glance, he knew that it was from Chu Fenghan's hand.

Su Hansheng, who had a bad idea, also rarely felt weak, coughed dryly, and pretended to be calm: "Senior Brother Jin, why did you come back so soon?" ”

Jin Yiyuan showed a weird smile: "It's not because of the good idea that Shaojun gave me. ”

Su Hansheng tried to keep his calm: "Oh, does it work? ”

I regretted it after asking Su Hansheng, I was beaten up, how could it be useful.

He was spitting on himself in his heart and asked a nonsense, when he saw Jin Yi striding over, and rushed to him in a few steps.

Su Hansheng immediately made a defensive gesture, and even the finger runes were sacrificed.

"You are calm, my Taoist couple is ......"

Before the cruel words were spoken, he saw Jin Yiyuan smiling, and as soon as he grasped the thin shoulders of Su Hansheng, the expression on his face, which had always been hanging, could not hide his joy.

"Of course it's useful, it's useful! For the first time, he didn't have a yin and yang weirdness, he just scolded me for having a sick brain and kicked me off the spirit boat. ”

Su Hansheng: "? ”

Seriously, after three years, he still can't adapt to this kind of serious illness that has nothing to do!

Jin Yiyuan was too happy.

Chu Fenghan is like a cold stone that is difficult to warm, and he angered him because of a moment of jealousy, which made the relationship between the two almost the beginning of Infernal Prison, and no matter how he remedies it over the years, it will be useless.

Jin Yiyuan has been arrogant since he was a child, conceited and reckless, but if he is willing to give up his subordinates and coax people in a low voice, he will not delay it for so long Chu Fenghan will ignore him.

But now that he was taught the trick "shameless" by Su Hansheng, Jin Yiyuan tried it as a live horse doctor, and somehow it was extremely useful to Chu Fenghan, who did not enter the oil and salt.

"Su Shaojun." Jin Yiyuan said, "In the future, you will be my own junior brother, the door of the Jin family will always be open for you, if you have something, I will definitely give my life to help!" ”

Su Hansheng looked at him faintly, and took two steps back without a trace, not wanting to have anything to do with this person.

Jin Yiyuan was still enjoying it, and he couldn't wait to bow on the spot with a cold sound.

Su Hansheng didn't want to pay attention to him, but after thinking about it, he hurriedly said, "There is one thing I need you to help me with now." ”

Jin Yiyuan said in a deep voice: "I have everything I need." ”

Su Hansheng said: "Great, then you can take me the old Fuling Babel Tower." ”

Jin Yiyuan's expression did not change in the slightest, and he said without thinking: "That's not good." ”

Cold: "......"

Doesn't it say that everything is needed?

Jin Yiyuan explained: "Shaojun doesn't know, the matter of your stay in the Wendao School Palace was decided by the three orders of the head of the court, Shizun and Ying Daojun, I was just joking with you just now, and I didn't have the courage to really take you to the old Fu Tomb." ”

Su Hansheng: "So you're staying to spy on me?" ”

Jin Yi said from afar: "No." ”

Su Hansheng understood, got up and was about to leave the Buddhist hall.

Jin Yiyuan stopped him: "Is Shaojun planning to go to the old Fuling?" ”

Su Hansheng didn't hide it from him, nodded and said yes.

He couldn't reach the old Fuling Babel Tower alone, so he could only try his luck with Ying Zhijin first to see if he could send him over with a spirit boat.

Jin Yiyuan looked at Su Hansheng thoughtfully, and said for a while: "I'll send you there." ”

"Didn't you just say you didn't have the guts?"

Jin Yiyuan smiled: "But if you are determined to go, I can't stop you, anyway, the final result is that you go to the old Fuling, I have nothing to do, why don't you join in the fun?" ”

After all, the Tower of Babel is not something that ordinary people can approach at will.

Jin Yi is far from anything else, but he is bold, and he wants to take a look at the deadly liveliness.

Su Hansheng was in a hurry, so he simply agreed.

A moment later, Jin Yiyuan came to the most luxurious painting boat of the sect, flew up from the Wendao School Palace with a long-awaited cold sound, and headed towards the old Fu Tomb.

***

Tower of Babel.

Originally, Chongjue and Zou Zhi had decided to join forces to break through the formation and enter the tower at noon, but their divine consciousness expanded outward for a long time, and no trace of Ying Jianhua was found.

Obviously, he was still sitting alone in the distance watching the tower last night, but he disappeared overnight.

Ying Kanhua is not a person who will run away.

Zou closed his eyes and calculated, and shook his head after a while: "I can't find it, it seems that my breath is blocked by invisible spiritual power." ”

It's like Zhuang Lingge who has his natal lamp turned off.

Qi Fu Yin said impatiently: "Isn't it the apprentice of Su Xuanlin, it's the same with him or not." Now that the four holy relics are all in place, let's enter the tower quickly, and when the luck is exhausted, it will be even more difficult to break the formation. ”

Chongjue stood outside the spirit mustard, looking at the Tower of Babel, which was still collapsing, and remained silent.

After a long time, he suddenly said, "No need. ”

Beggar Yin said impatiently: "What do you mean? ”

"There's no need to break the formation."

The crowd noticed what he was saying

No, he also walked out of the spirit mustard and looked at the giant tower in the distance.

If ordinary people glance at it at random, they can't actually detect anything wrong, but everyone present is a holy relic, and when they look closely, they see that the Tower of Babel, which was still dropping boulders a little bit yesterday, is strangely a little crooked.

The giant tower, which had been dropping boulders everywhere, was now left with only one direction, crackling and falling down like rain.

The deafening sound caused by the stone landing turned out to be heard clearly from dozens of miles away.

Dust flies all over the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun.

There is really no need to break the formation.

Less than tomorrow, the Eight Achievements of the Tower of Babel will be completely overwhelmed, traversing the entire Three Realms.

Chongjue's Mahayana consciousness was overwhelming, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

The Tower of Babel is so huge that even the first giant mountain in the Three Realms is as small as an ant in front of it, and if it is allowed to fall straight down, I am afraid that the place it crushes can spread all over half of the Three Realms.

Half of the old Fu Tomb and the entire Wu Que Tomb are in it.

Zou Zhi and the others were frowning and watching, but they saw that Chongjue next to him suddenly changed his normality, and said almost with disgust: "Enter the tower in the southeast direction first, and destroy the long lantern in the tower. A bunch of idiots. ”

Everyone was stunned.

After Chongjue finished speaking, his eyebrows and eyes instantly turned into a cold Zen.

He rubbed his eyebrows, realizing for the first time that he still had an evil thought in his body that had not been fully fused.

The evil thought probably remembered that in his previous life, he was indirectly forced to death by this Babel Tower, and he had been irritated in the depths of the sea of knowledge for a long time, and at this time, he couldn't help but struggle to jump out and mock everyone indiscriminately.

Zou Zhi and Qi Fu Yin were scolded, but they inexplicably felt like they were reunited after a long absence.

Chongjue said helplessly: "You take Gong Hanlian into the tower first." ”

Gong Hanlian has no sense of existence like a real lamp, and she always sits there quietly and silently, and only when she hears her name does she react and stand up.

Begging Yin said: "What about you?" ”

"I'm going to look for a painting." Chongjue said, "Whether I can find anyone within half an hour or not, I will enter the tower." ”

Qi Fuyin was extremely impatient, but he couldn't interfere with Chongjue's decision, so he could only leave with a calm face.

Chongjue watched the three of them leave, and his divine consciousness spread outward even more, tracing the traces of the painting little by little.

Thousands of miles away in the sky.

Su Hansheng sat alone on the railing on the edge of the painting boat, swaying his legs and looking at the sea of clouds below, his eyes empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jin Yiyuan leaned against him and said lazily: "We can only arrive at night, don't we go to rest and rest?" ”

The cold sound of the ink hair was blown wildly, and he shook his head slightly.

Jin Yiyuan also learned his posture and sat on the railing, and said: "Now that the Tower of Babel is about to collapse, the painting boat within a radius of 100 miles cannot be approached, and I am afraid that I will have to resist the wind when the time comes." ”

Although Su Hansheng's cultivation is not very high, he has already learned to resist the wind in the past three years: "Okay." ”

Jin Yiyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Something?" ”

Su Hansheng had no heart and lungs, just waiting for Chongjue to come back in the school palace, but Lan Xubai's hexagram completely messed up his vain attempt to eat and wait for death.

In his previous life, he would rather die than hand over the phoenix bones to save the common people, but in his first life, he didn't seem to be able to escape the fate of the holy thing.

Su Hansheng yawned, and looked at the never-ending sea of clouds: "I think it's fate, luck, or something, it's weird and boring." ”

Since everything is predestined, you are just a pawn on the chessboard, and every step you take seems to be manipulated by others, so what's the point of living?

For fun?

Su Hansheng didn't say much, and after a few words of greeting with Jin Yiyuan, he returned to his residence and continued to look for Chongjue.

But I don't know if the beacon tower was intercepted, or Chongjue was still busy, and the message could not be transmitted.

He threw away the magic weapon and lay down on the soft couch.

He knew that if he continued to think like this, he would get sick again, so he had to force himself to fall asleep, and it was best to wake up to the Tower of Babel.

I slept extremely drowsily, and vaguely seemed to hear the nursery rhyme again.

I opened my eyes in a duffled voice, and subconsciously thought that I was back in the dream lying in the cradle.

But when you look up, you are in a blood-filled infernal prison.

In the broken slaughter formation, a man covered in blood hugged him and hummed nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep.

"The black magpie wants to fly, the distant people will return, the black magpie is coming, and the phoenix is coming."

Su Hansheng only remembered such a memory, but at that time, his mind was chaotic and he didn't remember the specific content of that little song clearly, but this big dream brushed away the dust in his memory, and the familiar song poured into his ears.

Shu Hansheng knelt in a pool of blood, looking at the bloody man and chuckling at him.

"Little Magpie walked forward and stepped through the sea of fire to become a phoenix."

He woke up from his sleep with a cold sound and almost stumbled off the edge of the bed.

It's obviously just a dream made from memory, nothing special, but the cold sound is undecided, my mind is messed up, and I can't stop panting with my heart.

It wasn't until he was struggling to breathe that he realized that there was someone in the room of the painting boat.

It was almost sunset, and the window lattice was dim, and the whirring wind could be faintly heard.

Someone was standing by the window, looking down at the clouds, and I don't know how long it had been.

I was dazed for a long time, and I always felt that I was still dreaming, otherwise I shouldn't have seen the painting here......

Why is it on the painting boat?

Ying Jianhua noticed that the sound of the cold was sober, and he turned sideways slightly, and his face could not be seen against the light.

The corners of his forehead were full of sweat, and he said hesitantly: "Senior brother? ”

Ying Jianhua made a faint "um" sound, walked towards him slowly, sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the sweat on his forehead: "What a nightmare, why are you scared like this?" ”

Su Hansheng's face was sluggish, and he stared at Ying Jianhua in a daze.

Ying Jianhua smiled and was about to speak, but he suddenly felt a rune with murderous intent coming towards his chest.

"Bang."

The talisman enchantment was urged, and the killing tricks of the fingers of the cold sound collided, directly turning into broken fluorescent light.

Ying saw the painting retreat, his eyes staring straight at the sound of the cold.

Shu Hansheng looked at him expressionlessly, and the ten runes in his hand silently appeared on his fingertips, and his tone was cold.

“…… Who are you? ”：，，.