The eighth floor of the Demon Tower.

"The grass and trees are scattered, and the beauty is twilight.

The clouds are misty locked, and I am afraid that China will pass away.

The frost blows the memory, and the fragrance is difficult to recover.

There is no trace of time, drunk and beautiful.

The road is long, and the road is boundless.

Ride the horse, our generation first!"

Nan Jiantian had just stepped into the eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, and a vicissitudes of life rushed towards him, and for a moment, it seemed that his heart was a little cold, like flowing water full of memories, until it was completely passed in his hands, waiting to fall into the boundless darkness.

Wandering a few glasses in the sky, looking at the clouds, it seems that I have experienced thousands of years of sorrow and loneliness......

This time and space is like a huge hourglass of time, slowly incompletely recalling the future wind erosion wormhole, as if it has experienced thousands of years in an instant, and has reached the end of the wind and candle......

And this area is like a haggard 'face', trying its best to instill dry memories into those who enter her world, and through the restless heart, the memories spread irrepressibly......

"Oh no! This plane can be demagogic, even addictive, and can't extricate yourself. Nan Jiantian was shocked in his heart, Lingtai held on to Qingming, quickly regained his senses, and no longer dared to be careless at the moment.

Nan Jiantian looked around, only to feel that the wind was gradually rising, the clouds were dense, the autumn wind swept the scattered fallen leaves, and the cold wind was bleak, as if it was in the middle of winter.

"I don't know why, I came here and felt a nameless longing, this kind of longing has crossed time, crossed the boundaries of time and space, is there really a longing that can cross life and death?" Nan Jiantian mourned silently in his heart.

I don't know why, looking at the sky again, there is a spring of sadness, that face is peerless and poignant, it is an indescribable beauty, Zongnan Jiantian's concentration is different from ordinary people, and seeing this face still can't help but suffocate for a while.

Under the beauty of the world, she is even a little immature, but her eyes reveal courage and perseverance, never compromise, even if she still does not repent for thousands of years, her insistence on love, that kind of look will not have a trace of hesitation. Even if you endure all the storms and punishments, you will not give in and change your obsessions.

As long as you haven't left, I'm willing to wait for you, no matter a thousand years, ten thousand years!

Even if you stumble, you still have to run in the direction with you.

The vicissitudes of time, I am waiting for you!

No complaints, no regrets!

Grief can no longer be irrepressibly spreading.

In the sky, it was as if the lead clouds were dense, weighing heavily on the heart, suffocating.

"It turns out that this world, the eighth layer of the Demon Suppression Tower, exists only for you. Nan Jiantian seemed to understand something, and at this moment he thought of a lot of things.

According to the "Book of Heaven", three hundred years ago, the human race and the beast race launched an earth-shattering racial war, and the beast god led the beast race in the 100,000 mountains all the way north, destroying the country and slaughtering countless human beings along the way, and carried out an indiscriminate slaughter of human beings.

The beast clan relied on its numerical superiority to crush the human race, but the three major empires also reacted quickly, they did their best, and even some peerless hermitages also participated in the encirclement and suppression of the beast god when the race was in danger.

In the end, the beast god was outnumbered and defeated in the hinterland of Middle-earth, the beast clan was crushed, and the beast god also hid in the 100,000 mountains and was never found.

It's just that the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, the knot of the Beast God, was captured by the human masters, and he is still detained in the Demon Suppression Tower...... For the Honored Academy

"The illusion I saw just now must be caused by some kind of mystery, and that beautiful woman should be the legendary nine-tailed demon fox. Nan Jiantian thought to himself.

"Wan'er and I haven't seen each other for only a month, and we have been living like a year, and the nine-tailed demon fox has been imprisoned here for three hundred years, what kind of longing should it be? ”

What are feelings? Firmly occupy the deepest part of our souls.

Ask what is the situation in the world, and the straight teach people to live and die!

One flower, one world, one year old!

Ask where you are, as if the first rays of the morning sun shine in your heart.

It is like the light of life, guiding the way ahead.

Just for a promise, I swore an alliance, just for that whisper, life and death followed.

I can't tell where I'm going, I don't ask where the future is, even if I lose my direction completely, I won't share the proud loneliness with others, because it is a story that belongs to you and me......

I only wish that in the next life, the red dust is not locked, and the world is happy!

The space on the eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower is not as large as imagined, on the contrary, this area gives people boundless oppression, Nan Jiantian just stepped into this airspace and felt as if a stone had been pressed in his heart, the further he went, the more realistic this feeling became, and in the end, it was even difficult to breathe.

It's no wonder that when he stepped into this space with the original Sword Saint Dugu's cultivation seeking defeat, he felt a huge sense of oppression and finally retreated, so you can imagine what kind of huge pressure he had to endure when he broke into this place with his current cultivation.

After a stick of incense, Nan Jiantian's figure appeared in front of a stone peak several zhang high, and four blood characters were engraved on it - "Yongzhen Demon".

"Yongzhen Demon!" Nan Jiantian said softly.

He didn't know what that meant.

The four big characters seemed to be written in blood, as if they were alive, and they were breathtaking, so frightened that Nan Jiantian hurriedly looked away from them.

"Everything here is so wicked!" he couldn't help but pay attention.

At this time, a majestic altar is presented in front of you, the altar has a total of ninety-nine steps, about ten zhang high, there are nine stone pillars that go straight to the sky at the edge of the altar, each one has a diameter of three meters thick, the huge stone pillar is entrenched on nine lifelike cyan floating dragons, the nine green dragons have different postures, some fall from the sky, some swoop down, some swallow clouds and spit mist...... The Nine Dragons Holy Posture, each of which has a legend written.

Each stone pillar is connected to a huge iron chain, which is full of vicissitudes of life, and there are deep and shallow sword marks, which seem to have delicate lines, but because the distance is too far away, the lines are not clear, and there is even undried blood, which is shocking.

All the iron chains are around the center of the altar a snow-white figure, the figure is the size of a snow mound, nine iron chains are like blood vessels nailed into the vital parts of the 'snow mound', constantly releasing Razor to envelop the 'snow mound', as if suppressing something.

In the center of the Nine Dragons, the 'Snow Hill' was like a sheep in prison, it seemed to be frightened and painful, cowering on the snow-white stone face, trembling under the punishment of Razor.

"Could this be the legendary 'Nine-Tailed Demon Fox', the woman of the beast god?" Nan Jiantian looked at the snow mound on the altar from afar, due to the suppression of the altar, he could only go here, and the suppression of the rules of the altar made it impossible for him to take a step closer.

In the sky, there was only the setting sun and a faint afterglow, and his heart felt extremely sad.

What kind of woman is it, even if it is a fox demon, what kind of love and love can make her wait for three hundred years, even if she suffers all the punishments, it will not change?

This strange woman, even if she was born a demon, still makes people want to see her true face, not for her appearance, but for a glimpse of her heart, why is she insisting?

Just a glance, even just a glance......