Outside the Tower of Babel, Zhuang Lingxiu, who saw the tower tilting a little bit, squeaked and screamed.

"Ahhh

After a period of impotent rage, he realized that someone was screaming with him.

As soon as Zhuang Lingxiu turned around, he met the sight of the gray-faced Xu Nanzhi not far away, and there was a half-dead beggar lying at his feet.

The two stared at each other and said in unison.

"Why are you here?!"

Xu Nanzhi's face was full of confusion, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he asked directly: "What about Xiao Xiao?" Where's my brother? ”

Zhuang Lingxiu looked back.

The tower rumbled and fell inch by inch, with the momentum of destroying the beings of the Three Realms, and smashed down like a mountain and a sea.

The Tower of Babel can be seen from a radius of hundreds of miles.

The sky was already slightly bright, and Chu Fenghan, who had come to the old Fuling with the disciples of the Wendao Academy Palace to practice, had not slept all night, holding the whip and looking coldly at Jin Yiyuan, who was lying on his bed with a dead face.

"Get out."

Jin Yiyuan deeply remembered the method taught by Su Hansheng, he was very thick-skinned, and he was very coquettish peacock on the screen, and said with a smile: "Don't be so cold, I really want to apologize to you, I was wrong with that incident a few years ago, you beat me and scolded me." ”

Chu Fenghan shook the whip's hand for a moment, and then he was ruthless and sneered: "I can't wait to kill you." ”

With that, push open the door and go straight to get those bunnies up.

Yuan Qian, Wu Baili and the others were woken up by the envoy, and they all wailed.

I didn't expect to come out to practice, it was even more tiring than transferring classes in the school palace, and I had to get up before dawn.

The crowd dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and came out to assemble with a yawn.

Jin Yiyuan pestered Chu Fenghan unrelentingly, and the others were already surprised, so they should have fun.

"Why don't you give me a word of approval?" Jin Yiyuan said sincerely, "How can you forgive me and become my Taoist companion?" ”

Chu Fenghan was almost laughed at angrily, thinking about the Taoist couple before he forgave him?

He was so thick-skinned.

Zheng sneered and said indifferently: "Unless the Tower of Babel collapses, don't even think about it......"

Before he could say anything, Wu Baili suddenly said, "It's collapsed." ”

Chu Fenghan threw an eye knife at him.

Wu Baili was unmoved, raised his hand and pointed into the distance: "Lord Zheng, your Taoist companion is here." ”

Chu Fenghan: "......"

Jin Yiyuan: "? ”

Everyone looked in the direction pointed by Ubaili and was completely stunned.

The morning sun rises, and the Tower of Babel ......

Is it really collapsing?

At this time, it is not trivial, Chu Fenghan immediately made a decision, Huo Ran turned around: "Use the listening wall to inform the Ten University Palaces that the shadows of the Babel Tower are all dangerous places, and quickly go to the north and south directions to avoid them." ”

Everyone was just a group of hairy boys who had not yet come out of the school, and when they heard this, they quickly came back to their senses and did what the envoy said.

Although Chu Fenghan looked calm, his heart sank.

The Tower of Babel collapsed, and Shizun and the others were not there, so I am afraid that it will not be possible for everyone to avoid it for a while and a half.

Once it completely collapses, I am afraid that there will be countless casualties.

The Lord and the Deputy Master went to the Tower of Babel to solve this matter, did they completely fail?

***

Tower of Babel.

The flames of Phoenix Nirvana finally slowly dissipated, and the rubble ruins were full of lush branches and leaves.

A black magpie flew through the branch and landed on the branch silently, its eyes slightly turning to look down.

The aura of the pseudo-heavenly dao had completely dissipated, and Su Xuanlin was covered in blood and didn't know when he was awake, standing in the shade of the tree, his ruthless eyes staring at the people on the ground.

After the flames dissipated, the painting should pass out.

Chongjue, who was originally holding the cold sound, had disappeared for some reason, only a few pieces of jade jue scattered on the ground, and a silver lamp.

The cold sound of the cold hair was scattered like ink, the robe seemed to be burned by the bone fire, and the naked body curled up into a small ball of flowers, and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

The imperceptible gloom that lingered between his eyebrows seemed to have completely disappeared, and his facial features seemed to have become a little immature.

It looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Su Xuanlin stared at him for a long time, and a helpless smile appeared in that indifferent expression.

He raised his hand and moved slightly, and his spiritual power turned into a phoenix-patterned robe and fell on Su Hansheng's body.

Then, Su Xuanlin closed his eyes and read something.

I saw the sound of the cold, the falling abyss dragon and the silver lamp lit up a little bit of golden light, and it instantly condensed into a ball, drifted back to the palm of the soul, and disappeared.

The aura on Zhuang Lingge and Gong Hanlian's bodies gradually changed, and they soon changed from the form of a holy relic back to a human form.

Su Xuanlin looked at the sound of Shu Han, who was sleeping peacefully, leaned over slightly and punched a golden spiritual power into his eyebrows, gently opened his lips, but the words he said were completely incomprehensible.

With a simple divinity, it is like blessing.

As the words fell, three vermilion red marks appeared on the eyebrows of Su Hansheng.

It was the blessing of the true Heavenly Dao that had finally returned to the Nine Heavens.

Kunlun Jue gently condensed in place, and the cracks were quietly repaired with invisible force.

The Tower of Babel was still collapsing towards the Three Realms, and Su Xuanlin raised his hand to repair it, but in an instant, he seemed to think of something, his fingers stopped in the air for a long time, and he suddenly sighed silently.

That's it.

***

The Tower of Babel is getting closer and closer, and the deafening sound can be heard even from a distance.

Chu Fenghan calmly urged the spirit boat to fly out, but at this critical time, Jin Yiyuan was still cheekily looking for a sense of existence, and he had to slap him to settle down.

Yuan Qian's cry shouted: "It's over! I haven't become a powerful power, am I going to be stoned to death?! Heaven is unfair! ”

Ubaili was annoyed by him: "Shut up!" ”

Yuan Qian grabbed his arm, saw that this person was indifferent, and said incredulously: "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

Wu Baili said coldly: "If the people of the three realms die together, then is there still the concept of 'death'?" ”

Yuan Qian: "? ”

"Only when the living are compared can they be called dead." Wu Baili said, "All dead, that is called a great joy in all neatness." ”

Yuan Qian: "......"

Yuan Qian was in awe of this person's realm!

That being said, you can barely survive if you can live.

The Tower of Babel was too huge, and before the momentum of the smashing down had already felt the oppressive feeling that almost slapped people to the ground, the spirit boat was obviously flying north quickly, but it seemed that it could not fly out of the range of the tower smashed down anyway.

Seeing that the giant tower had been smashed down by black pressure, all the students were desperate.

"Mother! Mother, I want to go home! ”

"Baili!"

At the moment when the tower was about to completely smash down the Three Realms, a gust of wind suddenly struck.

It's light, like spring breeze and rain, and it's not powerful.

As the wind swept by, the huge tower that almost flattened people smashed down, and suddenly turned into a goose feather snow mixed with phoenix flowers, slapping on people's faces without the slightest lethality

。

Everyone was stunned, tentatively opening their eyes to look.

When they saw the scene in the distance, they all gasped.

The Tower of Babel, which has stood in the Three Realms for 10,000 years......

It has completely dissipated the heavens and the earth.

Snowflakes covered the sky, and after landing, the ground without grass grew lush grass and trees in an instant.

The morning sun is rising.

Qi Fu Yin vaguely felt as if something was dazzling, opened his eyes in a daze, stared at the sunlight pouring on his body for a long time, and never reacted.

The sun shines obliquely, with an unfamiliar warmth.

Begging Yin was stunned for a long time before he finally realized......

I am no longer afraid of light?

The Tower of Babel disappeared into the Three Realms, along with the Heavy Shrine Temple of Infernal Hell.

The gate of the realm is opened, and the souls of countless beggars go towards the sun, and the way of heaven bestows merit and re-enters reincarnation, and the next life is rich and noble, and the path is smooth.

Begging Fu Yin watched his soul disappear in the daylight, and suddenly whimpered and bent down, and fell to the ground and cried.

***

Zhuang Lingxiu and Xu Nanzhi were still staring blankly at the Tower of Babel, which had turned into heavy snow, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The Tower of Babel, which has existed for tens of thousands of years and symbolizes the way of heaven......

It's just gone?

At this moment, there was a sound of soft footsteps, and the two looked back.

Ying Jianhua slowly walked out of the original Babel Tower formation with a cold sound, Gong Hanlian and Zhuang Lingge looked confused, a little unclear what year it was.

Zhuang Lingxiu saw that his brother had finally turned into a human form, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask Ying Jianhua with Xu Nanzhi.

"Xiao Xiao, what's wrong?"

Without him, it was just that Ying Jianhua's expression was ugly, Zhuang Lingxiu and Xu Nanzhi had already imagined a bunch of terrible conjectures in their hearts, and they were so frightened that their faces turned white.

Seeing that Ying saw that the nose was not the nose, the eyes were not the eyes, and he said coldly: "Barely alive." ”

Just asleep.

Xu Nan and the two breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could let go, he heard Ying Jian murmur, "But if the bastard he said is true, I can't guarantee that he will still be alive." ”

Xu Nanzhi and Zhuang Lingxiu: "? ”

The matter of the Tower of Babel, which has lasted for 2,000 years, has finally been completely settled.

Ying Jianhua didn't stay here for long, he directly called the painting boat, asked everyone to go up, thought about it and called back to Xu Nanzhi: "Nobei, don't go outside to experience first, respond to Xuzong first." ”

Xu Nan said: "Is there anything important?" ”

"Nothing." Ying Jianhua said casually, "Master Venerable is coming back, you remember to talk to Elder Xie." ”

Xu Nanyu nodded: "Oh, okay, I'll leave later." ”

Zhuang Lingxiu's eyes glared out, and he looked at Ying Jianhua in disbelief, and glared at Xu Nanzhi like a ghost.

After Xu Nan finished answering, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't believe his ears, and cautiously tested: "Senior brother stay, what did you just say?" Who's back? ”

World-honored or Master-honored?

Ying Jianhua was in a good mood, and it was rare to explain: "Shizun first went to Kunlun to help Shizun transform into a shape, and he returned in two or three days." ”

Xu Nan: "......"

It's really a master?!

Xu Nanzhi and Ying Jian's portrait were as if they had seen a ghost, looking at each other, and they couldn't even understand the words.

"Didn't you mean...... Master ...... He, he, he, he......"

"Fall, martyrdom...... Yes? Sixteen years? Yes! ”

Painting: "......"

Ying saw that the painting was too lazy to pay attention to them, and directly entered the painting boat with the sound of the cold.

When Fang just received the sleeping cold sound from the master's hand, he should see the painting and vaguely noticed that something was wrong, and after arriving at the painting boat, he placed the person on the soft collapse, and the spiritual power slowly probed into the meridians of the cold sound to check it one by one.

After a while, Rao was also taken aback when he saw the painting.

The meridians in Su Hansheng's body seem to have been re-refined, and the spiritual power is smooth and has not stagnated at all, and at will, you can see that it is a rare talent in the Three Realms, and it is completely different from the waste physique that lasted for a long time before rushing to the golden pill stage by eating the elixir.

What shocked Ying Jianhua even more was ......

The phoenix bone in Su Hansheng's body was gone, as if it had never existed.

Ying Jianhua vaguely understood something, and rushed to find Zhuang Lingge and Gong Hanlian, and without saying a word, he made a rough probe, only to find that these two people were no longer holy relics.

Thinking of the disappearance of the Tower of Babel, Omi's painting finally understood.

The four holy relics were originally intended to stabilize the Babel Tower of Buzhou Mountain, but later they became a tool for the demon seed to climb the sky, and the real Heavenly Dao returned, and everything was simply restored to its original state.

Since then, they have not been sacred relics carrying the Heavenly Dao.

Just yourself.

Ying Jianhua stared at Su Hansheng's immature face, and exhaled silently.

At this time, the cold voice that had been sleeping blinked slightly, and finally woke up.

Ying saw that the painted face sank down, and planned to settle the account with Shu Hansheng who took his little life seriously, let him go, and urge the phoenix bone Nirvana without authorization, if there is no Shizun, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed.

He had to beat the kid.

I have to ask what the phrase "my uncle and I like to drink" is about.

Ying Jianhua has already brewed the intention of "beating", and waited for the cold sound to wake up with a calm face.

The cold sound of returning to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old body was even more heart-warming than before, and he opened his eyes slightly, blinking his pure pupils, staring at the bed curtain above his head for a long time before turning his head suspiciously.

Finally, I saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed.

Su Hansheng tilted his head.

Ying Jianhua's eyes were indifferent, but he still said what Su Hansheng should be most concerned about: "Shizun went to Kunlun Mountain to transform into a shape, and it will take three or four days to come back." ”

Su Hansheng looked at him blankly.

Ying Jian said: "Get up and talk back." ”

Su Hansheng was rarely obedient, and sat up obediently, looking at him curiously.

He didn't say a word, and the anger that should have been brewed in the painting was not easy to play, so he could only frown and say, "Didn't you want to talk to me?" ”

Su Hansheng tilted his head around, as if he was carefully identifying his face, and only after a long time did he open his lips and stumble out a few words.

"Say...... Talking, tweeting. ”

Ying saw that the frown frowned, and realized that something was not right, he leaned over and wanted to probe him again to see if his brain was burned out: "Xiao Xiao? You okay? ”

The sound of the cold is like a newborn child stumbling and learning from him.

"Xiao, Xiao Xiao, it's okay...... Right? ”

Ying Jianhua looked at Su Hansheng's strange and clear amber eyes, his heart sank slightly, he softened his voice, and said softly: "Xiao Xiao, do you remember who the senior brother is?" ”

Su Hansheng probably thought the pronunciation of "Xiao Xiao" was very funny, and immediately repeated it while playing it.

"Xiao Xiao Xiao Xiao! Senior brother, senior brother! ”

It should be seen that the heart of the painting is completely sunk.

Oh no, this kid's brain is really burned out. ：，n..，.