Facing the sky of the round highlands of the Hanging River, countless gray clouds of tiles floated one after another...... The clouds piled inward as if they were automatically returning to their positions, and finally spread out into a perfectly round sea of clouds, enveloping the king's city below like a dome.

With the sound of the wind worshipper, Bai Chongyuan, reciting the mantra in the clouds, the figures of the four elders floating in the clouds loomed.

The sky, sometimes waves, sometimes galloping, the edge of the sea of clouds, suddenly falling downpour!

The torrential rain became more and more intense, until the rain curtain became one after another, and gradually formed a circle of waterfalls that fell down to the earth around the edge of the high ground of the royal city, isolating it from the silence of the world.

The tail end of the waterfall was like a huge dust, rushing the fire demon disciples who kept climbing up the high ground like water dogs back into the flood.

The army of fire demons who had been attacking the hinterland of the Hanging River all the way was up and down in the monstrous torrent at this time, and in less than half an hour, countless flesh bodies were submerged and sunk, and then turned into cold corpses drifting with the waves, countless, small and light.

Panhong Imperial Sword was in the air, two black Jiao-like flame demon sleeves swayed left and right towards the Hanging River Guards, the green mouse real person had already turned into a green viper python, and surged and pumped in the guards with a block of a hundred places, and the Demon Venerable Youye was entrenched in mid-air, like a thunderstorm that exploded head-on, shaking back waves of brave Hanging River Guards.

At this time, although Panhong was fighting, he had already faintly shown a look of frustration, he counted from mid-air, at this time there were only half of the Yan Demon army left, and the number of people trapped in the flood by the Hanging River Guards was still sharply reduced!

The interior of the translucent and empty waterfall shows a god-like person who is far away in the air - the Hanging River Holy Monarch Yan Sheng.

Yan Sheng's cold and resolute eyes looked at the Yan Demon Clan, which had been in full swing, and his tense demeanor tended to ease, Yan Sheng descended with the wind and fell towards the Cold Palace.

The moment Yan Sheng strode into the Cold Palace, his sparse eyebrows suddenly froze, and he said firmly: "Who?"

A thin figure cowered and fell out from behind the thick round pillars, and the guards on both sides of the Cold Palace immediately held on to each other, and their blades pressed against each other in front of the figure, blocking his way.

Yan Sheng took a look at it and said casually: "Oh, you, why are you hiding there?"

Facing the elegant and noble Holy Monarch, the long pole stood silently, his head almost buried in the collar of his chest.

The long pole said in a sneering manner: "Saint, saint, I will take the forgotten things for the prince." ”

"Well, go ahead. Yan Sheng whispered, and with a slight bow, he motioned for the guards to let him go, and then took the lead in entering the Cold Palace.

The long pole deliberately walked slowly, slowly distancing himself from the Holy Monarch.

As soon as the figure of the Holy Monarch disappeared into the inner hall, the long pole ran towards the dark corridor leading to the apse.

The apse of the Canghan Palace is a place where the treasures of tribute from all over the world are arranged, Qin An gasped, standing in the apse with rows of towering Bogu frames, countless rare things displayed in the chest, mixed with colorful brilliance.

Qin An didn't have time to take a closer look, and according to his brother Qin Changhui's instructions, he walked to the last row of Bogu shelves, looked up at the top of the shelves, and sure enough, there was a pitch-black sandalwood box.

Qin An tiptoed on layers of wooden frames, carefully took off the wooden box and jumped back to the ground, the lonely hall, Qin An's heart was pounding, he opened the wooden box, and couldn't help but be stunned, "Empty?"

Suddenly, only to hear a solemn and gentle footsteps into the apse, Qin An was like a mouse in the dark, hugging the wooden box in fright, but now there was no other way out, his fingers that were holding the wooden box slid inward suddenly, and he actually touched a cold and soft thing!

The scene of Qin Changhui hiding the ghost ape with a long robe flashed in Qin An's mind, and Qin An believed that this thing was the invisibility cloak he was looking for!

Qin An hurriedly grabbed this invisible soft object out of the box, quickly spread it out in the air, and quickly covered himself in it.

Qin An'an shrank in a corner uncertainly, and from the pores of the Bogu frame, he saw the Holy Monarch getting closer and closer, and at the moment when the Holy Monarch walked towards Qin An, Qin An was shocked to find that Yan Sheng's gaze fell on him!

Qin An swallowed hard and spit, as if he wanted to press down the heart that was about to jump out of his throat, but in the next moment, Qin An found that the Holy Monarch's eyes were just unintentionally swept around him, and then his eyes were fixed on the empty space where the ebony box was originally stored!

In an instant, Qin An didn't have time to think about it, he held the wooden box tightly with one hand, and the snakeskin-like transparent cold thing on his body with the other, and a gust of wind swept past Yan Sheng, and his brain ran blank towards the outside of the Cold Palace.

Qin An ran all the way to a secluded and uninhabited old pavilion, only to tear off the weird "snake skin" on his body, sit on the stone bench and gasp for breath, he looked around with palpitations, and muttered: "Okay, why hasn't my brother come yet?"

"I'm here. A low voice sounded in Qin An's ears, Qin An looked back in panic, but found that there was no one, at this time, an arm suddenly appeared in mid-air, and as the arm slowly swiped down, Qin Changhui's figure was revealed.

"Brother!" Qin An was stunned, looked at Qin Changhui who seemed to be holding a transparent soft object, and asked, "You too-"

"Not bad. Qin Changhui looked around vigilantly and said in a low voice: "This is the Bingling Feather Coat, which was originally a divine object of the Xuanbing Clan, and was later occupied by the Yan Demon Clan, but now, it all belongs to us." ”

"Since you have one, why do you need me-" Qin An felt an indescribable annoyance in his heart, and glared at Qin Changhui angrily.

Qin Changhui lovingly stroked the slippery ice feather coat in his hand, and said, "This is made by the Xuanbing clan, and it may not be able to hide it from Yan Sheng. And the one you stole is even higher, not to mention the Xuanbing Clan, even the guardian beast of the Dragon Sundial Pool is like nothing!"

The word "steal" in Qin Changhui's mouth made Qin An'an's mouth tighten as if he was being pricked, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Qin Changhui patted Qin An on the shoulder and said, "Put it on and follow me to find the master." ”

Qin An was once again caged in the ice ling's feather coat, and walked towards the east with his brother who was shadowy in front of him, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and asked in a sullen voice: "Brother, will I never be able to go back to Hangchuan again?"

"Shhhhhh ”

Qin An didn't squeak, but just followed Qin Changhui slowly, looking at the back of his brother Xiao Se, Qin An's head was sour, and the two of them walked on a deserted path one after the other, which seemed to be a reappearance of the scene in the depths of memory.

Qin An once followed behind his brother, stepping on the sea of blood and mist-filled sea depression with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and behind him was the Qin tribe that had been annihilated under the swamp.

That year, Qin An didn't want to look back or look more, he just wanted to throw the remnants of the destroyed Qin tribe forever in the forbidden area of memory.

Never again.