Zhuang Lingxiu didn't hit him, and said gently: "It's good to have this heart." ”

But Zhuang Lingxiu didn't think that so many seniors here would go to the point where a junior like Su Hansheng would be martyred to solve this matter.

Su Hansheng's head was also dizzy, and he slowly stood up with Zhuang Lingxiu's arm, looking up at the pillar of light that was gradually taking shape.

According to the memory of the previous phoenix bone, less than a moment after the formation of that pillar of light, the pseudo-heavenly dao would descend in its true body, seize the spiritual power of the four holy relics and forcibly distort it into a "divine body".

Count the hours, it should have come.

Su Xuanlin, who was possessed by the Heavenly Dao, had lost consciousness, and his divine body fell into a pool of blood and remained motionless.

Chongjue stood not far away, looking coldly.

He didn't even get into the battle.

In the formation, a piece of jade jue floated in the air, condensing spiritual power continuously, heading towards the pillar of light.

Chongjue's original body was separated from his body, and his long jade body stood at the edge of the formation, staring straight at the scorching light in the distance.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he felt, his slender fingers were together, he held the bloody demon pestle in the air, and his eyes flew into the pillar of light without blinking.

In the end, the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao did not resist the temptation of the "Divine Body", descended from the Nine Heavens and descended from the main body, and began to absorb the spiritual power of the four holy relics as in the previous life.

Chongjue's demon pestle came into the air, his body was submerged in the light, and his eyes were suddenly illuminated by the strong light so that he couldn't see, but he still pierced through an illusory body.

Rumble.

The Tower of Babel shook violently, and the boulder fell downward.

The Pseudo-Heavenly Dao did not bend over the body, it was just a thought, without a body, bones, or soul, and could not even say a word.

The Heavenly Dao can bestow the dragon body and phoenix bone lamp soul, but the only thought cannot be created, so the "thought" in the previous four holy relics is just a dense rune of rotten Kepu forcibly twisted into "thought".

Chongjue is different.

He has been born with spiritual creatures to give birth to his own spiritual intelligence, and through the spiritual power of the top of Kunlun Mountain, he has given birth to good and evil thoughts, and has entered Mount Meru to receive the teachings of the world-honored people.

Although he did not enter the Buddhism, he relied on himself to obtain the position of world honor, which has shown the strength of his talent.

The Pseudo-Heavenly Dao wants to get his thoughts—even good thoughts are enough for him to break away from the Heavenly Dao to which he is attached, and completely reborn as a living god.

A single thought can destroy the Three Realms.

Just like in previous lives.

Chongjue submerged into the pillar of light, and the demon pestle was full of spiritual power in the Mahayana period, and the wisp of the pseudo-heavenly path was violently dispersed.

It was only a moment of dissipation, and the pillar of light was still full of coercion from the Heavenly Dao, which was forcibly imposed on Chongjue, but he stubbornly resisted the coercion, and his spiritual power was merciless.

At the moment when the Heavenly Dao condensed, the Demon Suppression Pestle came into the air again and shattered with a bang.

Thoughts cannot be completely dispersed, and there will always be times when the spiritual power of flesh and blood is exhausted.

The pseudo-heavenly dao summoned a formation to appear at Chongjue's feet, and if you look closely, it is actually the formation that dragged him to the Infernal Prison.

Chongjue laughed, and the smile became more and more strange, and finally turned into an arrogant laugh of evil thoughts.

The moment the evil thought appeared, the demon pestle seemed to be attached to a more majestic spiritual power, on the contrary, the Buddha bead on his wrist dimmed, and his style of acting was not at all like the good thought, and the demon pestle touched the ground and went straight to the ground three inches.

I can't see a single inch in the light, but I have been blind for decades in my previous life, and I can't see things with my eyes anymore.

After the demon pestle enters the ground, it slowly cracks the hard ground one after another.

Before the thought could condense again, countless pitch-black palms crawled out of the cracks, crushing the scattered thoughts.

At the same time, the formation of dragging people into the Infernal Prison also dissipated.

Chongjue simply stepped on the demon pestle, and Xue Tong smiled disdainfully, and said lightly: "The Heavenly Dao has been completely lost by your bloodsucking worm, what is the use of this formation breaking method?" Do you use it to disgrace yourself? ”

Heavenly Dao: "......"

The Heavenly Dao, which was trapped by the pitch-black spiritual power, violently shook out a spiritual power, and the demon pestle was directly blasted out, spinning several times in mid-air, and with a "whew" sound, it was directly inserted into the wall of the Tower of Babel.

Heavenly Dao was originally distracted and absorbing the power of the four holy relics, wanting to quickly condense into a "divine body", once condensed into these ants, he could be pinched to death in the blink of an eye, but now he seemed to be enraged, and his divine thoughts suddenly condensed into an illusory faceless body.

He never became human, his face was constantly changing with men, women, and children, and even his voice was unspeakable and strangely hoarse.

"Presumptuous ......"

"Idiot." Chongjue said, "The demon seed who doesn't climb the sky with his own strength dares to say these two words? ”

Heavenly Dao shook and said, "Stupid, stupid! ”

Chongjue laughed.

But in the next moment, the "idiot" suddenly blasted out a burst of spiritual power, directly knocking out his body that had consumed a lot of spiritual power.

The Buddha beads scattered in all directions, silently catching Chongjue's body that flew out upside down.

In the east, the shell of the Abyss Dragon has begun to quietly become transparent.

Heavenly Dao actually gave up the plan to condense into a complete "divine body" at the same time, and first took Zhuang Lingge's body?

The Falling Abyss Dragon's body is strong, and once it is completely obtained by the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that it will fall short.

Chongjue's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the next moment, dense scarlet runes appeared on the body of the pseudo-Heavenly Dao that had not yet condensed into a solid body, as if it had been drawn with blood.

The Pseudo-Heavenly Dao let out a sudden hiss.

The blood-painted runes seemed to have been quenched with poison, and "hissed" and burned black scorch marks on his body.

The pseudo-heavenly dao seemed to realize what this was, and his strange face instantly unified into anger, and he looked straight into the distance at the beggar Yin who kept drawing runes in the formation with his heart and blood.

The rotten Kepu was given by the Heavenly Dao that had not yet been polluted by demonic breath, and it was completely different from the holy relics at this time.

The runes can even break the sky.

Sixteen years ago, even if Qi Fu Yin saw that Su Xuanlin was possessed and his revenge plan was revealed, he did not give up, and at the last moment of being sealed, he was also drawing runes on the rune array with blood.

Now that he has just entered the formation, he continues to draw the runes that are so cumbersome that they can trap the gods.

The last stroke was drawn with heart, with a cold killing intent.

Almost all the blood in his heart was ripped out of the drawing array, and Qi Fu Yin's face was as white as paper, like a dying man whose time was short, but he did not have the slightest fear, and even after completing the formation, he staggered and fell into the blood array and laughed.

The lamp was still on, like the last daylight seen 2,000 years ago.

The sunset melts gold, and after the morning sun rises again, it is the "Whisk Family" who cannot see the light.

Begging Fu Yin's ears were close to the ground, listening to the scolding and screams of his fellow clansmen who seemed to come from the Infernal Prison, his eyes were dilated, and he actually laughed again.

The rune of the sleepy god tied the body of the pseudo-heavenly dao strongly, and he looked at Chongjue coldly, no longer having the unfamiliar appearance of learning to scold the "fool", as if he had learned human emotions in an instant.

"The rune can't kill me, and the phoenix bone can only die again."

He didn't speak well, but Chongjue's expression, which he could understand, sank instantly.

Pseudo-Tiandao finally saw that his face changed, smiled again, raised his hand to look at the dense strange runes on his body, and said: "Two thousand years ago, the phoenix bone nirvana made my 'divine body' fall short, and she also fell and will not enter reincarnation." ”

At that time, he knew that the next time he wanted to create a "divine body", he would have to consume the nirvana of the phoenix bone first.

In the previous life, Su Hansheng was destined to be miserable by birth, and only after being reborn can he truly gain vitality.

The phoenix bone after Nirvana is no longer worthy of his fear.

The young man who was scared by suffering was selfish, and he would never be as strong as his predecessor Phoenix Bone, and he would die for saving the common people.

As his words fell, the illusory divine thought finally absorbed the body of the Falling Abyss Dragon and completely condensed into a solid body.

The Pseudo-Heavenly Dao finally had a solid body, and even Kunlun Jue's Demon Suppression Pestle couldn't kill it.

The strange face finally began to change slowly, and his heart was happy, and he felt the face contort into a solid body little by little.

He didn't know what to become, so he could only borrow the face of the Abyss Dragon first.

Chongjue was not afraid or anxious, but just stood there alone and looked at him coldly.

Finally, the face of the pseudo-heavenly path finally changed.

— but it's Zou Zhi's face.

The pseudo-heavenly dao was stunned for a moment, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

This is not the shell of this Falling Abyss Dragon, but it has been lingering for many years......

Zou Zhi's body.

Chongjue seemed to be stabbed by that familiar face, tilted his head and closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, he returned to the gentleness of mercy, but it was a downright killing intent.

Zou Zhi's barely condensed false body was forcibly taken away.

Although the soul has been dispersed, the pseudo-heavenly dao that is difficult to kill completely has finally entered a dying body.

…… There is the possibility of flying away with this shell.

He finally realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to leave the pillar of light and return to the Nine Heavens.

But it was too late.

The Demon Suppression Pestle flew to Chongjue's hand in the air, and he stared at the familiar skin of the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao with an expressionless face, and the majestic spiritual power rushed straight to the pillar of light.

The oil of the silver lamp turned into countless remnant souls, surging into the pillar of light, like a moth to a fire, and scurrying into the pseudo-heavenly Dao body with the begging rune pattern.

A terrible scream suddenly resounded through the huge Tower of Babel.

The cold sound was so shocked that his ears almost bleed, and he could see the shadow of the fight in the pillar of light from a distance.

The coercion of the sky was surging, and the cold sound of the Jindan period trembled unconsciously, and he couldn't even get closer.

Zhuang Lingxiu frowned, raised his hand to protect Su Hansheng behind him, and saw that his face was pale like this, and said softly: "Uncomfortable? ”

Su Hansheng shook his head, raised his eyes to look at the pillar of light, and had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Soon, he knew where he didn't know.

The piece of jade on the neck, there was a crisp sound of "bang", and it slowly spread from the middle to the edge, and in an instant, cracks spread all over the green jade.

Su Hansheng looked stunned, and was about to step forward immediately.

Zhuang Lingxiu grabbed him: "Xiao Xiao! ”

I felt that it was difficult to breathe even when I was close to the Transformation God Realm, not to mention the golden pill of the three-legged cat cultivation of Su Hansheng.

"It's fine." Su Hansheng took half a step back, lowered his eyes and looked at the jade Jue that was gradually cracking in the palm of his hand, and vaguely guessed that this should be Chongjue's body.

But he never thought that Chongjue would hand over his original form Jade Jue to him in his two lives, good thoughts and evil thoughts.

I suddenly remembered the cold sound in a trance.

In his previous life, when he ran out of vitality and opened the boundary gate, the essence of Chongjue's evil thoughts, Yu Jue, was on his body, I don't know if it was shattered, and whether he fell under the Infernal Prison with him, or returned to the world through the opened boundary gate.

Shu Hansheng closed his eyes slightly, pressing his beating heart, as if he was giving himself an excuse not to rush forward: "I don't make trouble, I don't want to make trouble." ”

Chongjue agreed to come here because he didn't want him to die here.

Su Hansheng already knew from the inheritance memory that the phoenix bone had the ability to nirvana, but only once, if he directly nirvana in the scene where he didn't understand what Chongjue was doing at all, maybe he would be the same as the previous phoenix bone, and his soul would be scattered and never enter reincarnation.

Su Hansheng is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of dying meaninglessly and causing chaos to others.

Zhuang Lingxiu was surprised to see that he had calmed down so quickly.

The sword light and sword shadow in the pillar of light, the fluctuation of the cultivation of the hand is no longer something that Zhuang Lingxiu can interfere with, and he can only avoid it by retreating dozens of miles away.

Luo Yuanlong was still sleeping quietly, but there was no shadow of Zou Zhi beside him.

The silver lamp quietly turned into a lamp floating in the air, and the countless ghosts that had been absorbed over the years had been continuously drilling out of it, driven by Gong Hanlian's divine sense, to help Chongjue.

Su Hansheng held Yu Jue and looked up at the pillar of light, and every crack on the jade seemed to be slashed along his fingers to his heart, shaking his fingers and trembling.

He never knew that waiting could be a torture comparable to Ling Chi.

The Tower of Babel was still collapsing, and huge stones were falling overhead, splashing dust into the sky.

The collision of spiritual power was extremely cold, and it became more and more short with the weakness of one side.

I don't know how long it took, and a huge hole collapsed directly on the side of the Tower of Babel.

The night is four, and there is only a large area of night that is as dark as ink at the gap.

The cold sound of the cold breath paused, and the hand slowly opened with trembling.

But just as soon as his fingers moved, the piece of green jade quietly shattered into several pieces, lying in the palm of his hand.

Su Hansheng was completely stunned.

Zhuang Lingxiu had been helping Shu Hansheng block the falling rocks above his head, and when he heard the movement, he turned around - although he didn't know what happened, he had a vague bad premonition when he saw Su Hansheng's faceless expression.

"Xiao Xiao?"

At that moment, Su Hansheng's head was stunned.

There was a buzzing in his ears, and he didn't know what year it was, but when he became conscious again, his first reaction was: "Fortunately, I listened to Lan Xubai's words and came to Babel Tower." ”

Otherwise, he would have learned about Chongjue's fall from others.

I don't know if I was hit, or if my brain was confused, I couldn't grieve for a while, I just felt excited.

Everything in the world is boring.

Zhuang Lingxiu looked at Su Hansheng's dejected appearance, and was directly frightened, and hurriedly pressed his shoulder.

"Xiao Xiao, don't scare me, Xiao Xiao!"

"Nope." Su Hansheng thought he was speaking calmly, but he didn't realize that these words were trembling, "I'm fine." ”

The pillar of light in the distance slowly dissipated with the fall of Chongjue, and a human figure stood faintly.

Su Hansheng's pupils seemed to appear a strange gold, and he was about to step forward with an expressionless face, the finger he held Yu Jue had sunk deep into his palm, and his nails were full of hideous blood.

Suddenly, Zhuang Lingxiu's voice seemed to come from another world, crashing straight into his sea of consciousness.

"World-honored! Xiao Xiao doesn't seem to be quite right......"

Su Hansheng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence yet, and he only had that "World Venerable" in his mind.

What happened to Shizun?

The cold voice was muddy, and the heart seemed to be blocked, and all the grief and resentment could not be approached, and some were just full of indifference and the sea.

He thought to himself: Is the heroic Shizun dead and not even the scum left?

Deserve.

Let him pretend to be unfathomable, and swear when he comes, if he doesn't die, he won't even have scum left.

The cold voice followed his instinct and walked forward, and the phoenix bone in his body was about to move.

Since the former phoenix bone can kill him, can he too?

Countless thoughts flashed through the chaotic mind, but in the end they were forcibly soothed by an extremely familiar aura.

Almost at the moment when the Bodhi flower fragrance appeared, the reason and instinct of Su Hansheng had not yet realized the clues, but his body had fallen unconsciously

Go down.

A pair of hands caught him steadily.

Chongjue, who "came back from the dead", stabilized the cold sound, he didn't know that the cold sound had thought of martyrdom alone through the broken jade Jue, and gently lowered his eyes to blow the cold sound behind his ears, with a little incomprehensible confusion between his eyebrows.

"Why are you scared like this? Hurt by spiritual power? ”

Shu Hansheng frowned and looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and pinched Chongjue's face.

Chongjue: "......"

Chongjue had a good temper, but he didn't feel angry, let him do whatever he wanted, and smiled helplessly: "Really scared?" Don't be afraid, it's over. ”

The three souls and six spirits that had been wandering around seven or eight times outside the nine clouds finally returned to the shell, and they were nailed to death by Chongjue's still alive Dinghaishen needle, and they no longer floated around.

He withdrew his hand, the cold sweat on his face had not yet dried, he smiled at Chongjue, and said like a person: "It's really over?" ”

All the emotions that I mistakenly thought of Chongjue's fall just now were all hidden under the skin of the cold sound, and they did not reveal the slightest.

"Lan Xubai calculated the hexagram and said that I was the turning point for this Babel Tower." Su Hansheng was still bragging about himself, "But I haven't played yet, it's over so soon." ”

It seems that eighty percent of the hexagrams he calculated for himself are also false.

Su Hansheng quickly became happy and smiled at Chongjue.

Chongjue only thought he was joking without heart and lungs, and touched his head: "You continue here, I'll go first......"

He was about to turn around, but his hand was grabbed by the sound of a cold voice.

Chongjue was stunned.

Su Hansheng seemed to use all his strength, grabbed Chongjue's hand, half of his body was trembling uncontrollably, and his eyes looked at him with unconscious horror and fear.

Chongjue frowned: "Xiao Xiao? ”

The cold sound was like waking up from a dream, and he quickly let go of his hand and lowered his eyes: "Oh, oh, oh, then you are busy first, I won't run around." ”

Chongjue was about to ask again, but Su Hansheng had already run to Zhuang Lingxiu's side, as if he had something urgent to say to him.

Chongjue had no choice but to press the doubts in his heart and set off to stop the formation.

Su Hansheng patted his face, barely cheered up, there was always a stone in his heart that he couldn't put down.

Lan Xubai's "turning point" always made him unable to completely feel at ease, and felt that it was impossible for things to end so easily.

Seeing the pillar of light dissipate, the formation stopped.

Everything is calm again.

Su Hansheng's heart has not yet been put down, and his eyes have glanced at it hurriedly.

But I saw that this huge tower of Babel was dissipating inch by inch.

The scene of the slow collapse of the giant object was extremely slow from a distance, but in fact, it was as fast as a landslide and tsunami up close, and in an instant, Zhuang Lingge's position collapsed, crushing the huge dragon under the rubble.

The deafening sound almost shattered the eardrums, and the whole person was almost stunned, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Zhuang! ”

Zhuang Lingxiu looked at him suspiciously: "What? ”

Not only Zhuang Lingxiu, but even Chongjue and Qi Fuyin, they all didn't seem to see the sinking and collapsing giant tower above their heads, and they were still busy with themselves.

A boulder slammed into Zhuang Lingxiu's side, and the debris almost scratched his cheek, but he didn't react at all as if he was nothing, he didn't even blink his eyelids, and he was still worrying about the cold sound.

"Are you really scared? Why don't I take you to the World-Honored One? ”

He didn't know whether what he saw was illusory, or if everyone in the Tower of Babel had entered the illusion realm, so he could only subconsciously push the nearest Zhuang Lingxiu to the gap not far away.

"The Tower of Babel is going to collapse, go out first."

Zhuang Lingxiu is not clear.

In his sight, the surroundings of the Tower of Babel were silent, and even the movement that was shaking when Fang Cai Chongjue and the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao fought had also stopped, and it was extremely quiet.

Where does it look like it's going to collapse?

But Su Hansheng's face turned pale, not like he was joking, Zhuang Lingxiu immediately took the opportunity to clasp Su Hansheng's hand: "Go, you come with me." ”

If the Tower of Babel collapses, the Shuhan Sheng's cultivation is the weakest among all people, and it needs to be protected by people the most.

Su Hansheng pushed his hand away, and at this time he didn't care about anything else, urging the roots of the companion tree to spread all over the huge Tower of Babel, and said quickly: "You go outside first to see what the Tower of Babel looks like." ”

What he was most worried about was that once the tower, which was soaring into the sky, did not collapse from top to bottom, but tilted towards the old Fu Ling like the Phoenix Bone remembers, that would be the worst-case scenario.

Zhuang Lingxiu frowned, no longer hesitated, turned around and left the tower through the gap.

In Shu Hansheng's eyes, there were already rubble ruins all around, and he couldn't see where Chongjue was, so he could only follow his memory and quickly avoid the rocks and go in the direction of Zhuang Lingge.

If the Abyss Dragon cannot recover his body, he will probably be buried alive in the rocks.

The sound of the cold stumbled against the wind, and the surrounding gravel was broken with the magic trick, and finally came to Zhuang Lingge's side.

The huge body of the Falling Abyss Dragon had been buried by the rubble, and he opened his eyes and glanced at the cold sound, and the golden pupils subconsciously wanted to close.

Su Hansheng immediately raised his hand and slapped the gray scales: "Don't sleep!" ”

Since the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao has fallen, he should be able to transform Zhuang Lingge back to his original state.

Su Hansheng almost used his strength to pour all the spiritual power into the body of the Falling Abyss Dragon, but he almost exhausted his spiritual power, and Zhuang Lingge still did not have the tendency to change back.

Su Hansheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and a strange thought flashed in his mind, and he shivered without a trace.

Pseudo-Heavenly Dao...... Hasn't it completely fallen?

Zhuang Lingge barely opened the dragon's pupils, stared at the cold sound for a long time, and suddenly spat out his words, slowly, word by word, extremely laborious.

"Go, get out, here."

Su Hansheng couldn't change Zhuang Lingge back, his hand hit the scales with a "snap", and his voice trembled and he was still pretending to be calm: "Won't I change you back and leave?" Rush what?! ”

Zhuang Lingge: "......"

Everyone in the Tower of Babel can leave if they notice something is wrong, except for Zhuang Lingge, who can't move for half a step.

The trees associated with the long-awaited cold sound have spread all over the huge Tower of Babel, and finally found Chongjue's location, and the roots immediately poked out and grew into dead branches, and a sound passed in a hurry.

"Chongjue, take people out of Babel Tower, it's going to collapse!"

Chongjue had already closed the formation, and just found the silver lamp, when he saw a calm storm around him, he frowned slightly when he heard the words of the cold voice.

Seeing that he was silent, Su Hansheng almost turned a dead branch into a whip and whipped him: "What are you doing in a daze?!" Let's go! ”

Gong Hanlian's lamp oil turned into a soul to help Chongjue kill the pseudo-heavenly way, and at this time, there was only a candle flame the size of a bean, and his body turned into a silver lamp to protect his soul.

Chongjue raised his hand to summon the silver lamp into his sleeve, and raised his eyes to look at the formation on the edge of the Tower of Babel.

"It's late."

***

Zhuang Lingxiu rushed out of the Tower of Babel for the first time, and before he could see what the outside world was like, he saw that a strange barrier suddenly rose from the gap he had just come out of, enclosing the huge Tower of Babel.

I wanted to turn back again, but I was blocked by the barrier.

Zhuang Lingxiu could only resist the wind and rush straight for a few miles, and when he looked back, his eyes trembled.

Su Hansheng was right.

The Tower of Babel is indeed collapsing, and has begun to tip slightly to the east.

- That place is the old Fu Tomb and the Wu Que Tomb with thousands of living beings.

Zhuang Lingxiu's expression changed instantly.

***

It's too late.

The illusion of calm and calm in the Tower of Babel laid down by the pseudo-heavenly way is to trap everyone in the tower.

The moment the formation was activated, the illusion suddenly disappeared, almost half of the tower collapsed, and the original location of Gong Hanlian was still completely buried.

Su Hansheng almost couldn't hold back his curse: "Didn't you kill him?!" ”

Chongjue smashed the falling stone into powder, and replied in a low voice: "His body is indeed destroyed, maybe he used the undispersed thoughts to cast the illusion at the last moment, but it shouldn't be able to support a moment - I am looking for Begging Yin to break the formation, waiting for me." ”

The roots of the Pagoda of Babel that could not use the cold sound of divine consciousness were all over the entire Tower of Babel, but Chongjue quickly searched for the huge Tower of Babel, but he never saw any breath of begging Yin.

The cold sound was so anxious that he shed tears, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted, so he could only retract his hand reluctantly and planned to accumulate spiritual power before continuing, but as soon as his hand was raised, he found that strange runes were faintly appearing on the huge body of the Falling Abyss Dragon.

Look at it, it looks like a rune formed by Begging Yin Yin's heart to trap the pseudo-heavenly way?

Su was stunned.

There was only one last trace of thought, and he was also thinking about taking the body of the Abyssal Dragon?

Su Hansheng's brows furrowed, and he accumulated spiritual power to disperse the wisps of thoughts full of runes.

But then the huge body of the Falling Abyss Dragon flashed, and Su Hansheng raised his eyes and was suddenly stunned.

The wisps of thought that had not dispersed in the Pseudo-Heavenly Dao were actually scattered into countless dust sizes all over the body of the Falling Abyss Dragon, and if it weren't for the begging runes attached to it, they wouldn't have noticed that he was still there.

Su Hansheng stared at the pseudo-heavenly dao that was shattered into powder and still wanted to get the shell, tilting his head slightly, but there was no killing intent in his amber eyes.

The giant towers around him were collapsing inch by inch, as if the end of the Three Realms was approaching, but the state of mind of Su Hansheng was inexplicably peaceful.

He jumped on tiptoe onto the back of the Falling Abyss Dragon, walked slowly along the rune, and soon saw the end of his spiritual power in a pile of rubble.

Ying Jianhua, who had disappeared since entering the tower, sat there quietly and cross-legged, and the spiritual power of his body was condensed into a thin strand, which was continuously absorbed by the pseudo-heavenly dao.

The aftermath of the pseudo-heavenly way can obviously take away the body of the painting that should be seen, but he is so stubborn that he only wants to shape his own body.

Su Hansheng took a breath softly, and slowly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee beside Ying Jianhua, and the pupils of amber eyes seemed to burn, turning into a strange orange-red inch by inch.

It's like Nirvana in a previous life.

His fingers lit up with flames, and the cold sound reached towards the center of Ying Mi's eyebrows.

Suddenly, one hand grabbed his wrist, and he couldn't help but shudder when he opened his eyes, barely squeezing out a few words from between his teeth.

"Xiao Xiao ......"

Ying Jianhua's body was forbidden by the Heavenly Dao at some point, and the inner mansion was failing uncontrollably, and when he absorbed spiritual power to completely take away the body of the Falling Abyss Dragon, it was the time when Yingjian Hua's vitality was exhausted and fate.

Ying Jianhua's face turned pale, and he said with difficulty: "What are you doing here?" ”

Su Hansheng looked at Ying Jianhua in a daze, and said with a trembling lip: "Senior brother, are you, are you going to die?" ”

Painting: "......"

"Barely alive a little longer." No matter how much he should see the painting, he was ruined by the light words of the cold voice, and he said, "You go to find your father to save me." ”

But anyone with a discerning eye knows that even if Xianjun makes a move, I'm afraid he won't be able to rescue him.

Su Hansheng grabbed Ying Jianhua's shoulder and muttered, "Senior brother, don't ......"

Ying saw that he couldn't see his dejected appearance, raised his hand and gently touched his face, and was about to say something to coax him to leave quickly.

I heard Su Hansheng say: "You haven't drunk my uncle's wedding wine yet!" ”

Painting: "......"

Ying Jianhua's consciousness had begun to blur, and when he heard the words, he suddenly woke up, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"Wait, wait? Who and who do you say? ”

If this little rabbit cub really dares to covet the world, then he will not be blind to death.

Su Hansheng looked at the anger of Ying Jian's painting, and somehow suddenly laughed.

Immediately after, an orange-red flame burst out of his body.

Ying Jianhua's face changed suddenly.

"Xiao Xiao! I'll let you go——! ”

He didn't listen to the cold voice, as if he had obtained some token, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Everyone wanted to let him go.

"I'm a turning point, so I'm not leaving."

Seeing the phoenix bone fire on Su Hansheng's body, he should see that the painting was angry and anxious, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only think in his heart that it was okay to just urge the phoenix bone fire, and it would be no big deal to cultivate carefully after it was extinguished.

But soon, Ying Jianhua's heart couldn't let go of it at all.

Because not only the surroundings of the painting, but also the roots of the entire Tower of Babel were also burning and burning, but in an instant, the whole place was full of orange-red phoenix fire.

This is not an ordinary phoenix bone fire at all, it is actually a phoenix bone nirvana?

The scattered pseudo-Heavenly Dao Divine Thoughts were burned by the flames, and they suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, like a ghost crying.

Ying saw that the prohibition on the painting was shattered, and he had completely regained his freedom, struggling to pounce.

"Cry!"

The sound of the cold and the associated tree burned out a brilliant flame together, and Ying Jianhua wanted to get close to stop it, but the Nirvana fire could even burn the pseudo-heavenly way, not to mention that it was only flesh and blood.

It should be seen that the painter is almost burned to powder, but he doesn't care about trying to pounce on it.

In the next moment, a hand jerked him back.

As the white clothes flew up, Chongjue finally arrived, and finally embraced the cold sound in his arms after stepping through the phoenix flame.

The cold voice was muddy, this Nirvana seemed to be different from his previous life, he thought about it carefully and understood.

In the previous life, it was Nirvana and rebirth, and in this life it is pure fall.

There was silence in his ears, and even the sound of burning flames could not be heard, until a familiar breath lingered in his nose, and his dazed heart suddenly fell to the ground.

He hugged Chongjue, slid down softly, and muttered: "It seems that martyrdom is not something that anyone can be martyred." ”

Just like him, after urging the phoenix bone, he regretted it because of Chongjue.

Chongjue seemed to smile, he hugged the shoulders of Su Hansheng, like coaxing a child, and said softly: "Just sleep well." ”

The sound of the cold was dissipated little by little as the phoenix bone fire burned, and the black hair became snow-white in an instant, and he felt more and more sleepy, and his voice became lower and lower.

"I won't...... Going to die, right? ”

Chongjue's body was surrounded by jade jue that had been shattered into countless pieces, and his tone was still as gentle and gentle as usual.

"No, it won't."

"That's good."

Buddha cultivators don't lie, and Su Hansheng got this promise, and finally let himself fall into the darkness, leaving the last weak sentence:

"I'm scared."

In his previous life, he consumed his life to escape from the sludge of depravity, and in this life, he finally has a little nostalgia for this world.

With concern, I finally knew that I was afraid.

The dead branches were covered with orange-red phoenix fires, and the vitality was overflowing, and clusters of tender green branches suddenly emerged from the companion branches that had dried up for two lifetimes.

Just for a moment, the phoenix tree was lush and covered the sky.

With a fresh breeze, they scramble to grow gorgeous clusters of phoenix flowers. ：，n..，.