The further you go inside, the colder it gets.

Su Hansheng wrapped his cloak and followed Chongjue step by step, vaguely having the illusion of being summoned by something in the tower.

The phoenix bone seems to be different from the other three holy objects, in addition to wanting nirvana anytime and anywhere, the strange world after his death in his previous life seems to be unique to the phoenix bone.

Su Hansheng was suddenly stunned.

What about the phoenix bone of 2,000 years ago?

Chongjue said that she had fallen, so would she have a chance to do it all over again like herself?

Or is it ......

Now this world is a phoenix bone again?

I couldn't hold back the cold sound, and shivered violently.

Chongjue was wearing a single coat, as if he couldn't sense the cold, and when he saw the cold sound of Su Hansheng like this, he gently touched his face with his hand: "Don't you really go back and wait?" ”

Su Hansheng shook his head: "It's almost there, right?" ”

Chongjue said "um".

At this moment, a voice came from Yingjian Painting, who was walking in front of him to explore the way: "Shizun, you have arrived in the tower." ”

Chongjue took the hand of Su Hansheng and walked over quickly.

In the Tower of Babel is a vast space that seems to have no end, and there is even an illusory sun hanging overhead, illuminating the surroundings as if it were day, if it were not for the darkness when they came, the cold sound would have thought that they had not entered the tower at all.

The sun poured overhead, and the clouds had been covered by the cold sound when they entered the tower, and it was not inappropriate to bask in the "sunshine" at this time.

If you look closely, you can see that instead of the sun, there is a lantern hanging overhead.

The Tower of Babel deserves the name of Tongtian, standing in the tower and looking around, there is a vague sense of fear and oppression of mayflies shaking the tree by the unconscious coercion.

Su Hansheng grabbed Chongjue's arm and whispered, "What do you want to do when you come to the tower?" ”

"The four holy relics guarding the four sides of the formation in the tower can stabilize the Tower of Babel." Chongjue's words changed, "But ......"

Su Hansheng looked at him in confusion.

Chongjue closed his eyes slightly: "Two thousand years ago, the four holy relics also used this method to stabilize the Tower of Babel, and the Qiankun history books recorded that this method only needs to use the spiritual power of the four holy relics to stabilize the immortal mountain." ”

But they failed.

The three holy relics died tragically in the Tower of Babel, and the only surviving rotten Kepu was also hunted down by the Heavenly Dao, and the whole clan was given sin and became the "Fuer Clan" that everyone shouted and beaten.

The cold voice was thoughtful.

He had doubts before, but he just didn't bother to think about it.

If Qi Fu Yin was really the culprit who killed the Three Holy Relics two thousand years ago, then why did Luo Yuan Dragon Zou Zhi treat him as usual, even Chongjue rarely killed him.

Qi Fu Yin was bound by the ninety-nine bone chain on the fifteenth layer of the secret realm of Wendao Sacrifice Rotten Ke, and now he has never been imprisoned, but seems to be indirectly protecting him from being killed by the Heavenly Dao.

Then the result is very intriguing.

There was no reason for the four holy relics to kill each other, and the only one who had the power to do so to them was ......

Only the way of heaven.

Chongjue clenched his hand and said softly: "Follow me, don't enter the formation by mistake." ”

Su Hansheng nodded.

Chongjue lowered his eyes and looked at the two strings of Buddha on Su Hansheng's wrist and Kunlun Jue hanging around his neck, his dark eyes darkened slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It should be seen that the painting has entered the tower first, and under the shroud of the enchantment, there is no trace of it.

Shu Hansheng also followed Chongjue to slowly buy the enchantment, but after his body was just wrapped in the soft enchantment spiritual power, his hand holding Chongjue suddenly jumped into the air, and his thin body staggered forward, almost falling to the ground.

Su Hansheng was startled: "Chongjue! ”

He had completely entered the tower, and he didn't have time to look at the surrounding scene, so he subconsciously wanted to look for someone.

Fortunately, Su Hansheng only ran a few steps, and then saw Chongjue in green clothes from a distance.

Shizun's long hair was scattered, and a string of glass Buddha beads hung on his wrist, which was swaying slightly, making a crisp sound.

Su Hansheng was completely relieved, he didn't notice anything wrong, and directly opened his hand and pounced: "Chongjue......"

At the moment when he was about to touch Chongjue, he felt like he had encountered a mirage, Chongjue's figure rippled for a while, his pupils trembled, and the whole person was caught off guard.

This knot fell firmly and fell squarely, lying on the ground in embarrassment, and the cloak flew upside down to cover his head.

Su Hansheng was stunned, and he lifted his cloak blankly and looked back.

Chongjue didn't seem to see him, and still moved the Buddha beads to read something in his mouth.

Su Hansheng's face was stunned, and after a closer look, he finally found that something was wrong.

Chongjue, who was with him just now, was dressed in a snow-white robe, and his long hair was tied up with a cyan hairband embroidered with a phoenix pattern, like an immortal who had fallen into the smoke and dust.

But the man in front of him ......

The cyan robe, wearing the long-destroyed glass Buddha beads on his wrists, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes that could not be melted.

This person is not Chongjue.

In other words, it is not the Chongjue that Shu Hansheng knows.

Just when Su Hansheng was stunned, Chong Jue opened his cold Moqing eyes and said coldly: "...... What are you waiting for? ”

Su Hansheng had never seen Chongjue's angry and cold appearance, and looked at him along his line of sight.

The man in blue stood in the middle of the formation, and the two circles around him had been quietly urged, and the other two places also stood puppets to replace the holy relics to urge the formation.

Shu Xuanlin, who had a somewhat similar face to Shu Hansheng, lazily stroked the companion spirit black magpie on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "The people who destroyed the Tower of Babel are all rebellious. Under the way of heaven, anyone can be killed. ”

Qi Fu Yin's face turned pale, and he muttered: "Jingyu, he ......"

He's not a dreamer anymore.

The black magpie's pupils seemed to have no emotion like glass, staring directly at Qi Fu Yin.

Su Xuanlin's face slowly climbed up the pitch-black veins like roots, his pupils were clear, but his tone was light: "Why did the fish that escaped by luck two thousand years ago come to die?" ”

As soon as the words fell,

Begging Yin's golden eyes had turned into scarlet blood pupils, and his figure didn't know how to get out of the formation, and came directly into the air, as if he had been prepared.

Su Hansheng didn't know what was going on, and saw that the three of them fought without saying a word.

Immortal Monarch's cultivation was really extraordinary, and he seemed to be possessed by something, and Qi Fu Yin almost exhausted the countless formations on the Rotten Ke Spectrum, but he still couldn't trap him.

This is a memory from sixteen years ago.

Su Han declared that he knew the outcome of this battle, but he still couldn't help but sweat for Chongjue, and begged Fu Yin to be defeated, lying on the ground and vomiting blood while quickly drawing a strange formation on the ground with his heart.

The Buddha beads on Chongjue's wrist spread out, crackling and attacking Su Xuanlin, his face was indifferent, and the demon pestle stabbed out with Sen Sen's killing intent.

Bang –

The huge tower was shaken by the spiritual power of the two people colliding with each other, and stone chips fell and dust filled the sky.

I don't know how long it took, after the dust and fog dissipated, Su Hansheng struggled to look, and saw that Su Xuanlin's pupils were treacherous, and blood was constantly spilling from his heart, and half of his body was full of scarlet blood.

Chongjue's inner mansion, who showed no mercy, had been penetrated by a bone chain, he didn't seem to notice the pain, his eyes didn't blink, he stared at Su Xuanlin coldly, and said indifferently: "Kill me......"

Su Xuanlin paused.

Chongjue had blood on the corners of his lips, and he actually smiled: "...... How do you take shape of yourself with holy relics? ”

Su Xuanlin's face changed.

In the next moment, a boulder fell straight from the top of his head.

Before Su Hansheng could react, he hurriedly watched the subsequent scenes one by one as if he was watching flowers, and finally knew that Chongjue was divided into two back then, and his evil thoughts were sent to the Infernal Prison by Su Xuanlin.

...... weight loss?

Who is going to be molded by holy relics?

Dragon body, phoenix bone, lamp soul......

Rotten Kepu and Kunlun Jue, is it a memory?

Two thousand years ago, the three holy relics fell, not because of Qi Fu Yin's hands, but because someone wanted to take their holy relics as a shell, but Qi Fu Yin escaped for some reason, and the body shaping was not successful.

Why are the holy relics gifted by heaven forcibly molded by people?

As the cold sound was muddy, he vaguely caught a glimpse of someone standing there after the dust had cleared, quietly watching him.

This should be an illusion of past memories, how can anyone from the past be able to see him?

Su Hansheng looked at it in a daze.

After the smoke and dust cleared, the person standing alone in the illusion slowly coincided with reality, and the man in blue fell down against the wind and fell in front of the cold sound.

Su Hansheng subconsciously took half a step back.

Dreaming of ......

The memories of his childhood have blurred, and it is the first time that he has really faced his father, who is related by blood.

Su Xuanlin stared at him with a strange look, he stretched out his hand and made a casual move, and the cold sound floated in front of him, and he couldn't step on the ground.

Su Xuanlin smiled and said, "The phoenix bone that has been nirvana is indeed extraordinary. ”

Su was stunned.

The phoenix bone that has been nirvana refers to his fall in his previous life?

I don't know when, the traces of the battle between the three people around have disappeared without a trace, and the ever-bright lights in the air are several zhang high to illuminate the tower, and the central formation is slightly bright.

This is no longer an illusion.

The moment Su Hansheng followed Chong Jue into the formation, he had been teleported to the location where Su Xuanlin was.

"Nirvana" once, Su Hansheng was not afraid of death, and he didn't want to recognize this father who was possessed by something, he even had the audacity to look directly at Su Xuanlin and get straight to the point.

"Is the ability of the phoenix bone nirvana?"

Su Xuanlin was stunned, as if he didn't expect this kid to be so bold, and it took a while before he laughed out loud.

"Shouldn't you ask yourself this?"

Su Han let out an "oh" sound, looking at the pitch-black veins on his face, which were extremely similar to the black qi that spread from the Infernal Hell on the Tower of Babel, and stopped making a sound.

This kid seemed to be different from what he expected, and when Su Xuanlin saw him so well-behaved, he put him down casually.

Su Hansheng was waiting for this moment, and he was about to run immediately, but as soon as he moved, he noticed his careful thoughts, and his fingers moved lightly.

The cold sound was immediately like a cat being carried by the back of the neck, and it was pinched in front of him.

Su Xuanlin's divine sense sensed that Chong Jue was coming here, raised his eyes slightly, with a strange smile on his eyebrows, he grabbed Su Hansheng's cold claws and told him not to escape, and said casually: "Be good, don't mess around." ”

Su was stunned.

The past that had been sealed in the depths of memory seemed to reappear in my mind with this familiar word.

More than ten years ago, every time Shu Xuanlin and Chongjue played against each other, the little Shu Xiaoxiao skillfully climbed into Chongjue's robe to sleep.

At first, Su Xuanlin seemed to be worried that the child would collide with the World Venerable, so he raised his hand and pinched the child's braid to pull him out, and reprimanded him lightly: "Don't offend the World Venerable. ”

"Who is the World-Honored One?" Su Xiaoxiao flapped his hands and feet together, and asked suspiciously.

Su Xuanlin raised his chin, indicating that you treat people as quilts.

Su Xiaoxiao seriously corrected his father: "He is not called Shizun, his name is Chongjue." ”

Shu Xuanlin: "......"

Chongjue placed a chess piece on the chessboard, and when he heard this immature words, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He reached out and touched Su Xiaoxiao's hairy head, and said lightly: "It's okay, let him play." ”

Shu Xuanlin glanced at the Buddha beads on Chongjue's wrist that had been gnawed off several threads, and helplessly told Shu Xiaoxiao.

"Be nice, don't mess around."

The cold sound came back from the memory, and he looked at the mystery.

In his previous life, he was not possessed by anything strange, but after he returned to the Three Realms from Infernal Prison, he was possessed again by the divine consciousness of sixteen years ago.

Heaven......

This is to see that Xuan Lin is easy to use, does it have to be done by one person? ：，n..，.