Chongjue followed Kunlun Jue's breath to find the past, and it was indeed as he expected.

Su Xuanlin did not fall, and was possessed into the tower.

The Tower of Babel seemed to have no end, and Chongjue walked along the edge of the formation, looking coldly at his friend who he hadn't seen for many years.

Su Xuanlin was no different from sixteen years ago, he stood in the formation with a long jade body, lazily lifted his eyelids, and showed a smile - not too real, but not cold either.

Shu Hansheng stood behind him like a kitten and was clasped by his wrist, and when he saw Chongjue, he hurriedly said, "Uncle! ”

Chongjue looked at Shu Hansheng in the formation, frowned slightly, and beckoned to him.

I have been caught for a long time, and my face turned green when I saw this, thinking that this cheap father tried his best to catch me, how could he let me go so easily, you still beckoned, and directly fight him to the death to snatch me back......

Just thinking about it, Shu Xuanlin, who had been holding his wrist all the time, suddenly let go of his strength.

Su Hansheng stumbled, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly ran away with a smoke - fortunately, before the formation was activated, Su Hansheng ran out smoothly and crashed into Chongjue's arms.

Chongjue touched his head, gently pushed him behind his back, and said lightly to Shu Xuanlin: "Long time no see." ”

Shu Xuanlin smiled and said, "Soon ......"

Before the person finished his greetings, Chongjue's spiritual power skyrocketed, and the demon pestle in his hand suddenly appeared, and with a bang, it turned into a streamer and rushed straight towards Su Xuanlin.

Su Xuanlin immediately laughed, and the accompanying spirit black magpie on his shoulder screamed, transforming into a brilliant long sword, like a bamboo breaking against Shang Chongjue's fierce killing move.

Cold: "......"

If you don't agree with each other, are the older generations so tough?

Su Hansheng didn't expect these two great powers to start fighting without even finishing the greetings on the surface, and their small bodies were almost blown up by the two gusting winds of spiritual power, so they hurriedly hid behind.

Fortunately, the Babel Tower is a big place, and there are a bunch of talisman weapons on Shu Hansheng's body, so he finally found a narrow cave before being buried by rubble, and quickly went in to hide, saving the pond fish.

The two of them are a world-honored and an immortal monarch, and when they fought each other, they could only hear the sound of thumping spiritual power colliding, which was deafening, but the sword light and sword shadows that fought were blind and couldn't see it.

Is this the Mahayana period?

The rookie in the Jindan period said that he had a long insight.

Su Hansheng couldn't intervene in the fight between the two at all, and his eyes were attracted by the huge talisman array of the Tower of Babel.

The runes were densely packed, and there were countless rune arrays intertwined in a small area, not to mention that this formation was also spread over hundreds of zhang.

Su Hansheng was bold and reckless, released the companion tree from the blanket, and flicked his fingers lightly: "Go." ”

The companion tree, like its owner, is not afraid of death, and immediately spreads its roots in all directions.

It's just that the whisker hasn't touched the formation yet, Chongjue glanced at it and said in a low voice: "Don't move." ”

Shu Hansheng looked at the roots that had gradually withered, and estimated that the formation was strange, so he had to obediently take back the companion tree.

"Oh."

Chongjue shook the demon pestle, and Sanskrit sounded with him as the center.

The companion spirit black magpie screamed violently, and the cold sound did not move at all, but he saw that the Sumeru mustard on his finger was not controlled by him, and then a ninety-nine bone chain suddenly appeared in Chongjue's heart not far away.

Su Xuanlin was floating in the air in his robe, his fingers pinching the inexplicable trick, and his eyes were cold and staring at Chongjue's heart.

The cold voice stiffened.

Su Xuanlin obviously gave him Sumeru mustard, can he still manipulate the natal weapon beyond him?

It is worthy of the name of the immortal king.

Chongjue didn't move by the bone chain as if he was fine, and coldly swung out the demon pestle again.

As the Buddha beads rotated, several spiritual powers exploded directly around the two of them.

After the dust cleared, Su Xuanlin didn't know what to do, and the bone chain on Chongjue's left wrist also appeared silently, floating around him like a snake.

Su Hansheng's brows furrowed more and more.

He desperately wants to take back control of Sumeru Mustard, but gradually realizes that even if Su Xuanlin gives him Sumeru Mustard, this bone chain is still his natal weapon.

If he can't take back Sumeru mustard, Chongjue may be summoned more and more bone chains.

Su Hansheng stared at the Sumeru mustard on his fingers, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the runes on his fingers.

If you can't take it back, you will destroy it.

Su Hansheng immediately made a decision, and directly summoned ten runes, not afraid of hurting his claws at all, and his eyes slammed towards Sumeru mustard without blinking.

Bang!

One by one, the runes sank into Sumeru mustard, but there was no movement.

Shu Hansheng sighed in his heart, he didn't panic, his fingers simply stroked one of the fingers neatly, and the spiritual power forcibly erased the rune that Qi Fu Yin gave him that could suppress the phoenix bone fire.

Bright red blood slowly dripped from his fingertips, and he landed silently.

Snort.

The cold sound urged the phoenix bone that had been dormant in the body for many years, and the orange-red flames suddenly rose from the body, like a powerful ghost who was greedy for life, sweeping the whole body.

Since he had the begging rune, it had been three years since he had experienced the pain of the phoenix bone being completely burned, and when the pain first hit, he only frowned slightly.

The slender and bloody fingers pinched the trick, trying to lure the phoenix bone fire away from the Sumeru mustard on the fingers.

But after three years, the bone fire finally saw the light of day, and he ignored the scream completely, and just wanted to burn the cold sound into a handful of powder.

Shu Hansheng was annoyed by the uncontrollable phoenix bone, and shouted impatiently: "Don't move!" ”

; The runes that suppressed the fire of the phoenix bone had all been erased, and it was naturally impossible for the phoenix bone to listen to him, and his voice was even sharper.

Su Hansheng was completely impatient, his lips opened slightly, and the tip of his tongue gently poked between his teeth—and upon closer inspection, he even left a hand and engraved the same suppression talisman on the tip of his tongue.

The phoenix's bones froze.

Su Hansheng directly spit out a mouthful of spiritual power, and in an instant, he directly pressed the arrogant and domineering bone fire away.

There was a phoenix scream, and the cold sound finally successfully led the flame that could scorch all things to Sumeru mustard.

In the distance, five bone chains had appeared on Chongjue's body, his face was still calm, and the demon pestle penetrated straight through Shu Xuanlin's shoulder, and pressed him against the stone pillar in the center of the Tower of Babel.

Bang!

As if he didn't know the pain, Su Xuanlin smiled and held the blood-soaked demon pestle, and said lightly: "Why, you still want to drag me down from the Nine Heavens like you did sixteen years ago?" ”

Chongjue said lightly: "The demon seed that is trying to climb the sky in vain dares to call it the Nine Heavens?" ”

Su Xuanlin's face sank instantly.

Chongjue's body was surrounded by bone chains, and his eyebrows and eyes were always indifferent: "Two thousand years ago, you wanted to use the Heavenly Dao holy relics to shape your body, but now that the four holy relics have entered the tower and entered the battle, why are you afraid?" ”

Su Xuanlin stared straight at Chongjue, and then glanced at Shu Hansheng not far away, and suddenly said: "Yes, the phoenix bone has been nirvana once, and it will definitely not hinder my plan like it did two thousand years ago, what am I afraid of." ”

Although Chongjue had already guessed in his heart that the tragedy of Su Hansheng's previous life and the rebirth of "seizing the house" were designed by someone, he still couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he heard this sentence.

Su Xuanlin had torn through the camouflage of his skin, his face was covered with demonic breath that seemed to have crawled up from the Infernal Prison, his eyes were heavy, and the magic in his hand moved violently.

The bone chain around Chongjue's neck began to be manipulated by him, looming.

Chongjue held the hand of the Buddha bead for a moment, Rao is his cultivation to ascend to the sky, and he was also bound by these several bone chains with the meridians of his body.

The killing intent in Su Xuanlin's eyes flashed, and he pinched the killing trick suddenly.

At this moment, a phoenix's hoof resounded all around.

The orange-red light exploded, and a phoenix with wings ready to fly hovered above his head from the cold sound, he stood up slowly against the wall, his little face was as white as paper, and one hand was hanging to the side and was bleeding.

That Sumeru mustard has been burned black by the phoenix bone fire, and it has been scrapped.

Chongjue looked at Su Hansheng's injured hand, a touch of coldness appeared between his eyebrows, and he subconsciously wanted to come over, but with the abandonment of Sumeru mustard, the ninety-nine bone chain on his body immediately turned into snow-white falling snow and dissipated.

The spiritual power was instantly unimpeded.

Another formation a hundred miles away.

Qi Fu Yin only felt that his body suddenly relaxed, and the bone chain that bound his whole body completely disappeared.

He couldn't figure out whether it was Su Xuanlin who did it or Su Hansheng, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't get used to it anyway.

Qi Fu Yin turned around and asked, "Hey, who is that, have you turned into a god?" ”

Xu Nanzhi, who came in by mistake, was still exploring the surroundings, and when he saw the kid Qi Fuzhao, he looked like a hanger, and sneered: "Who are you talking to?" Believe it or not......"

After a while, Xu Nan's face turned green after being beaten again, and he reluctantly said, "Just turn into a god." ”

"Yo, the talent is good." Qi Fu Yin glanced at him and said, "After I urge the formation, you protect the Dharma for me and don't let others get close." ”

Xu Nanyu frowned: "What formation?" I'm here to find Zhuang Linggo. ”

Qi Fu Yin sneered and raised his hand to point: "What is that?" ”

Xu Nanlian looked in the direction of his finger, and only saw the endless mountains dozens of miles away: "Mountains." ”

Qi Fu Yin looked at him incredulously: "Are you really the apprentice of Su Xuanlin?" ”

Xu Nan: "......"

Xu Nanzhi felt that he had been questioned and insulted, and was about to curse.

Begging Yin said: "That is Zhuang Lingge, who has turned into a dragon." ”

Xu Nan was stunned.

Su Xuanlin wanted to collect all the four holy relics, continue the plan of two thousand years ago, and use the holy relics to reshape the body, and the most lethal Falling Abyss Dragon bore the brunt.

But his original intention was to attract the holy relics to the Tower of Babel little by little, but he didn't expect Chongjue and the others to send them to the door together.

Su Hansheng hastily bandaged the bloody wound in private, and when he heard the conversation between Chongjue and Shu Xuanlin in just a few words, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Isn't he possessed by Heavenly Dao?" ”

Chongjue had already walked quickly to Su Hansheng's side with a calm face, probed his injuries, and said coldly: "Yes and no." ”

The Tower of Babel guards the Three Realms, and it also has to suppress the monsters that are 8,000 zhang underground, but the Tower of Babel is connected to the Heavy Shrine Temple of Infernal Hell, and the Demon Breath has gradually spread up the Heavy Shrine Temple for thousands of years.

It is not the real Heavenly Dao that wants to shape the body, but the "Heavenly Dao" that is eroded by demonic breath and wants to have a body.

I don't seem to understand it, I think it's so profound.

It's over, it's time to grow your brain.

I really want to go back to the school palace to sleep.

Su Hansheng was very embarrassed and difficult to understand.

"So two thousand years ago, he wanted to shape his body, but in the end he escaped and his plan was revealed; Sixteen years ago, he made a comeback, and was stirred up by you again, and now he belongs to the third time that he wants to shape himself and kill the holy relics, right? ”

Thinking about it this way, this man was the demon all three times.

It's still quite easy to understand, it's not that complicated.

Chongjue has healed the wound on Su Hansheng's hand with spiritual power.

Hearing this immature and innocent words, he looked at Su Hansheng hesitantly, and was silent for a while before touching his head.

"Why don't you go play next to it."

"......":,n..,.