Immortal Voices

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The appearance of the Babel Tower was beyond Rong Xian's expectation. When she was imprisoned in the Biyan Demon Prison, she already knew the fate of the Hades Dynasty. No matter which way it ends, it's not a good ending. Who knows that it will end up in your own hands again.

Rong Xian was able to sense that the Tower of Babel was not due to some indescribable connection with the ghost cultivator, but rather the Taoist charm of the tower that uniquely belonged to the Qinglong Lord.

This is very strange. She is sure that she has no closer relationship with Qinglongzun in this world, so why is Qinglongzun's Taoism so profound?

Rong Xian looked calm on her face, but there was a slight confusion deep in her eyes.

What she has at this time is only the memory of the present fifteen thousand years ago, and the memory of the future is still suppressed by time and space.

After being unable to figure it out, Rong Xian could only put it down.

As for how to deal with the ghost cultivators in Babel Tower...

Rong Xian thought about it carefully and vaguely remembered that she had covered a sea area in the northern Xinjiang continent with a layer of legal net. With the existence of the French Open, there is absolute safety in the sea.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the Tower of Babel, formed seals with her hands quickly, and punched out a series of spells, defusing the restrictions on the Tower of Babel very skillfully. At the same time, the Tower of Babel peeled off layer by layer and turned into continuous ridges.

Her mind moved, and the bottom of those sea ridges turned into tombs, and ghost cultivators slept in the tombs.

The legal net in the sea is both suppression and protection, allowing them to sleep here without being disturbed.

The general trend of Daxia has been achieved. After all, it is not the time for the Hades Dynasty to be born, but there will be a time to see the sun again in the future.

When Rong Xian unlocked the seal on the Babel Tower, the Qinglong Lord, who was handling official business in Qinglong City, changed his expression and stood up suddenly.

The housekeeper who was cleaning up the study looked at the City Lord intently and said with no expression on his face: "I don't think there was anything on your chair that pricked you, City Lord?"

Qinglong Zun looked solemn and said: "No, I suddenly sensed a change in the Babel Tower. Steward, send a message to Dazhou, Wei, Daxia, and Pudu Temple."

The housekeeper put down the rag in his hand, rubbed his sour eyes, and said softly: "I think the city lord has not forgotten that the Immortal Dynasty is not something I, an old housekeeper, can contact if I want. And the city lord, I think. You shouldn't be so busy that you can't even take time to send messages. After all, in my opinion, the time you are standing here in a daze is enough to send messages dozens of times."

Qinglongzun's expression froze, why was he suddenly attacked by the housekeeper.

He thought for a while and tentatively said: "Please pass the letter to them, please trouble the housekeeper."

The old butler showed a trace of satisfaction on his face, bowed slightly and said, "It's my honor."

After watching the butler leave, Qinglongzun helplessly rubbed the center of his brows. The relief he felt just now disappeared in a flash, his face became solemn again, and his attention returned to the Tower of Babel.

Who can unlock the seal of Babel Tower without alarming me?

If it's those forces, that's it. If it's that person...

Qinglongzun could not forget the sudden strange feeling when the Biyan Demon Prison suppressed Hades, which made him feel uneasy until now, fifty years later.

If it is true as he guessed, that person resurrects, the Zhongqian Realm will probably usher in a catastrophe.

Not to mention what Qinglongzun planned to do, Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief after dealing with the ghost cultivators.

She looked a little weird, leaning on the chair with her chin in one hand, deep in thought.

I don't know why, but I always feel that that sea area is a bit familiar, as if I will be constantly involved with her in the future.

Keeping this feeling in her heart, Rong Xian subconsciously rubbed her wrists and reached out to touch the air before remembering that the two pets had been ordered to leave.

Just a quick calculation, it's been fifty years, and they still haven't found any results in their pursuit of a monk. Could it be that he has been saved? Or find a place to be lazy?

It is impossible to die, she has a connection with those two.

After thinking about all the possibilities, the curve of the corner of her mouth became faintly dangerous.

Xiao Jin Xiaoshui, who was still fighting with Monk Jie Ang, shuddered and the scales on his body almost exploded.

Xiao Jin turned his head towards Xiao Shui and hissed twice. Just now, on a whim, I noticed that the crisis had passed in a flash. What about you?

Xiao Shui nodded hurriedly, and it also noticed it.

Seeing its reply, Xiao Jin was silent for a moment, and the whole dragon exploded.

Damn the big devil, he's so crazy that he always looks for trouble. Isn't she locked up in the Biyan Demon Prison? How could she still find time to be a monster?

The sense of crisis just now must be because the big devil thinks they are not working hard.

Xiao Jin was full of complaints and had nowhere to vent, but he didn't dare to speak directly, so he had to pull Xiao Shui and fight towards the big monk with all his strength.

It's all this **** great monk's fault. If it hadn't been for him, they wouldn't have been cared about by their owners.

Sometimes the owner misses you not because she thinks you are hungry and should be fed, but because she is hungry and thinks you are fat.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jin was excited... and worked even harder.

Master Jie Ai: “…”

Jie Hui could only run for his life, but judging from his expression and momentum, he was about to reach his limit.

No one who has been hunted for fifty years will be refreshed and refreshed.

The great monk touched his bald head, lowered his head and glanced at the soul-calling flag in his hand with a bitter look on his face.

It was a moment of greed that caused trouble. He was afraid that he would really fall into trouble.

Not to mention the great monk, Rong Xian also had a dispensable attitude towards the two pets. She has no shortage of subordinates. As long as those two have no clear-cut betrayal, no surrender to the enemy, and complete their tasks seriously, then there is nothing wrong with giving them a certain degree of freedom.

After Daxia was successfully promoted, Rong Xian took some time off and set his sights on Daxia. Due to Emperor Xia's ruthlessness in sacrificing his son during the sacrifice to heaven, she felt that it would be a pity for her not to watch the excitement.

Now Jiudi Ji's palace is under guard, and her mother and concubine are also banned, and no one is allowed to visit.

Emperor Xia arranged for strong people to take care of his eight sons, but he still lost the eldest prince inexplicably due to an accident.

The eldest prince's mother-in-law, Concubine Lan, was almost crazy, and the family behind her was unwilling to let it go.

Not long after, the second prince and the fifth prince went to a party together, but lost their lives in an accident on the way.

Before Xia Chao could find out anything, a month later, the fourth and sixth princes also lost their lives.

At this time, the whole world except Da Wei was in an uproar.

Rong Xian sat in the Yuan Palace and fiddled with the chess records, enjoying the farce outside the palace. But Emperor Xia couldn't be happy no matter what.

After Daxia was successfully promoted, there was no danger of destruction. However, with the death of his sons, the harem of the former dynasty became turbulent, and even the queen was pushed to the forefront.

Seeing that Emperor Xia was so tired, Rong Xian's daughter's heart ached, and she decided to find a helper for her old father.

So she told Zhou and Jin that Emperor Xia sacrificed his son and Wei poisoned Daxia. Presumably, Zhou and Jin would comfort her old father in a friendly way because they were both emperors. Bar.

Oh, she is such a filial child.

At this time, Rong Xian has not recalled her other old father because she is sitting in prison. Fifteen thousand years later, her old father, the Azure Dragon Lord, was also cleaning up her mess all day long.

Alas, #childrenarealldebts#