The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

A big dream will come to an end, and there will be no trace of memory. When Su Tongguang struggles to wake up, the sky is already bright.

There was still a faint pain in the empty right eye, he sighed softly, picked up the silk ribbon beside the pillow, and wrapped it around his eyes.

This serious injury was a blessing in disguise.

Although he lost one eye, his cultivation has skyrocketed due to the massive consumption of spiritual power. Not only has he broken through the Golden Core Stage, but even the Nascent Soul Tribulation has passed smoothly.

The gauze covering his eyes is not enough to block his sight, but he is also happy to maintain this state of being blind and not blind.

This not only avoids a lot of troubles, but also allows him to calm down and think carefully about the current situation.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and he recognized the identity of the person without looking up:

"Ayi, why did you come here so early today?"

Nie Yi was dressed in red clothes like fire, and walked in quickly. Although he didn't want to wear the dark blue robes that were standard in the City of Tears of Tears, he had already tied a white belt for elementary spiritual cultivation around his waist.

In the battle half a month ago, whether it was Su Tongguang's cooperation with the inside and the outside, or the desperate fight between the two of You Nie, they all received great awards from the City of Tears of Tears.

Si Yao not only saved them from the examination of the elementary spiritual practice, but even directly provided the three with a lot of secrets and a mimetic practice environment. This is one of the reasons why Su Tongguang was able to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage smoothly.

"Brother said yesterday that his right eye hurts badly. I'm worried, and I want to come and see you in advance."

Nie Yi sighed softly, and sat down beside Su Tongguang's bed.

From his angle, he can see that Su Tongguang's figure is much thinner than before, the skin under the gauze ribbon is almost transparent, and the plump cheeks are slightly sunken.

"Brother..." He held Su Tongguang's hand in pain, and said, "You have suffered a lot these days."

"I'm a medical practitioner, so I know my physical condition very well," Su Tongguang smiled and scratched the bridge of his nose, "When did A Yi feel so sad? By the way, Sizhu, why haven't I seen you?" He with you?"

"Second senior brother's cultivation has also broken through the late stage of Jindan, and he is still retreating in the secret realm. He should be able to succeed in the near future."

Nie Yi smiled, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

It's a good thing for You Sizhu to improve his cultivation, but his heart is full of indescribable unease.

I don't know if he was thinking too much, since the man blocked the attack of the monster for him, his words and deeds revealed vague abnormalities everywhere.

Whether it's the bloodthirsty emotions shown from time to time, or the fanatical words of admiration for Tianlei City, everything is obviously different from the past.

What concerned him the most was You Sizhu's attitude towards him.

Although he also had some unspeakable feelings in his heart, the man's sudden closeness to him still made him uncontrollably afraid, lest one day the appearance of brotherly respect would be punctured, and the consequences would be disastrous.

But now is obviously not the time to think about these things... Nie Yi shook his head and put his messy thoughts behind him:

"Just now the spiritual cultivator of Tianlei City came to send a message, saying that this afternoon, there will be an important announcement at the Presbyterian Council, and all monks in the city must attend."

"What's important?" Su Tongguang raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling something was wrong.

If it is said that Tianlei City was the sanctuary that every monk dreamed of going to before, but after experiencing two battles in the Demon Realm and witnessing all kinds of deeds of burning monks' lives and using demon-slaying arrows, they will inevitably be concerned about this place. A city has a different view.

Whether this is the golden bridge to ascend to the real world, or the abyss for fame and fortune, seems to have become unknown.

"I don't know the details, but it is said that God Zhaoyi, who was the first to ascend in the world, somehow reappeared in the mortal world," Nie Yi said solemnly, "I guess, this meeting probably has something to do with him."

Su Tongguang's pupils shrank slightly.

Zhao Yi's name is known to everyone in the world. 500 years ago, he successfully broke through the nine great catastrophes and became the only person who successfully ascended to the Taizhen Realm for thousands of years. He has long been recognized by later generations of practitioners. Regarded as the supreme.

But Qiu Fengling clearly told him that there shouldn't be gods in this world.

Once a monk from the mortal world ascends, his strength will change drastically.If several cultivators in the late stage of crossing the tribulation confront the Taizhen God, even if the difference in cultivation base is only one level, they may not be able to do what they want.

Although all of this is just Qiu Fengling's speculation, since the power of the Taizhen God has exceeded the limit of the mortal world, there is indeed a great hidden danger in keeping them here.

So there must be some rules in this world that check and balance such a powerful existence.

Now that God Zhaoyi suddenly appeared, does it mean anything?

Su Tongguang suddenly felt an indescribable uneasiness.

......

In the depths of the extreme northern snowfield, the new wind howled, and the blizzard swept across. In the overwhelming white snow, there was a faint figure trudging with difficulty.

It was Fu Hanzhang who was in a mess all over his body.

Although he used the power of the magic dragon armor to successfully resist the snow wolf's attack before, his own consumption was very large.

Moreover, the trials in the snow field came one after another. Not long after the group of snow wolves disappeared, another group of ferocious snow hawks roared in.

The attack power of this kind of spirit beast is more terrifying than that of the snow wolf, and the number has doubled several times.

His demonic energy had already been consumed a lot before, and in addition to protecting the returning skylark in his arms, he would inevitably have many wounds pecked on his body by the snow sickle eagle. .

When he struggled to climb out of the snowdrift with great effort, the ground under his feet began to tremble violently again, and a ferocious earth dragon turned over, quickly burying him in the snowstorm again.

Wudu Demon Monarch has been in the Demon Realm for more than three hundred years. Where has he suffered such a big loss, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart immediately, and the devil's breath surged all over his body, blowing away all the wind and snow that covered the sky and the sun.

"Brother, I sense a strong spiritual force in the northwest, which may be related to the ice-drinking grass."

The wind and snow were blown away, and Gui Yunque's spiritual sensing ability finally came in handy. Fu Hanzhang nodded, and immediately swept towards the direction Yuan Yi pointed.

After walking for half an hour, a towering cliff finally appeared at the end of his field of vision. Fu Hanzhang raised his head, and saw that the cliff was so high that it reached into the clouds, and the situation at the top could not be seen clearly.

But the faintly visible brilliance of spiritual power should undoubtedly be the illusion.

It's just... He noticed that the rock wall was covered with a thick layer of ice, which was so smooth that there was nothing to draw on, so he couldn't help but smile wryly.

He tried to summon Su Yang, and wanted to fly his sword to the top of the cliff, but he was trapped by a very strong force just a few meters up, and the more he went up, the more serious it became. , the pressure suddenly disappeared.

Is it possible that this cliff can only be climbed to the top with bare hands?

Fu Hanzhang pulled the corners of his lips helplessly, put away the magic sword, raised his hand and groped the ice layer, trying to find a point of strength.

But after walking around the rock wall for more than half a circle, he still found nothing. There was no other way but to use the magic energy secretly, covering his hands and feet with black and red flames.

This is the Candle Dragon Flame brought to him by the Demon Dragon Pill. The temperature is so high that even though the ice layer in front of him is the eternal Mysterious Ice, it melts quickly the moment it comes into contact with the flame.

He stepped onto the groove formed by the candle dragon fire and climbed up step by step.

The wind picked up his black hair, and three thousand snow dusts were scattered like stars, entangled with the blue hair, and there seemed to be a flash of ice blue streamer, which could not be detected without careful observation.

As Fu Hanzhang continued to climb up, the sky gradually darkened. Fortunately, the closer to the illusion at the top, the wind and snow also weakened.

He took a deep breath, accelerated his speed, and finally reached the top of the cliff before the last ray of light dimmed.

The entire top of the cliff is only about one meter in size, and it may fall down if you are not careful. Fu Hanzhang held his breath and focused his eyes on the ice-drinking grass in front of him.

Strange to say, Mingming looks like a brilliant illusion at the bottom of the cliff, but when observed closely, it is just a cluster of pale white light.

The fairy grass surrounded by the light is exactly the same as in the description, the hexagonal grass leaves are stretched comfortably, looking like you can pick them.

"...Never break through the illusion rashly, otherwise the ice-drinking grass will wither immediately..."

Yuan Yi's warning echoed in his ears, Fu Hanzhang was silent, restrained all the devilish energy in his body, and stretched out his hand cautiously.

The illusion is always strong when it meets the strong, if he suppresses his own strength, maybe...

The accident happened at this moment, and the moment his fingers touched the white light, darkness suddenly fell in front of him.

All the sounds around him were cut off, including the Gui Yunque he was protecting in his arms, which was nowhere to be seen. Fu Hanzhang was terrified, and subconsciously wanted to use the magic energy to protect his body, but there was a dead silence in his dantian, and there was no feedback at all.

what on earth is it?

He mo frowned, and was about to try again, but suddenly there was a soft rustling sound behind him, which sounded like the rubbing of clothes.

"Who is there?"

His heartbeat accelerated instantly, and Fu Hanzhang suddenly turned his head, only to find a person sitting upright on a wooden chair not far away.

Her silver hair was like snow, her blue eyes were like jade, and she was wearing a pomegranate dress that burned like fire, making her already snow-white skin even more radiant.

His long hair was rolled up by golden steps, and tied into a delicate black bun at the back of his head. The two curved black eyebrows were outlined with slender lines by eyebrow stones, and the ends of his eyes were smudged with a light rosy color with powder.

Her lips, which were usually light-colored, pursed their lips, like a cluster of begonias in the fresh snow, so breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Hanzhang opened his mouth slightly, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a powerful palm, and every breath was heart-piercing pain:

"...Master?"

Lin Yebei smiled and said nothing, staring at him, he didn't seem to feel that there was anything unusual about the gorgeous women's clothing on his body.

"Hanzhang, today is the day of great joy for you and me," he tilted his head slightly, smiling tenderly, "Why don't you quickly get that red hijab and put it on for me?"

Fu Hanzhang followed the thin white fingers, and saw a red handkerchief embroidered with phoenix patterns and dotted with golden tassels on the table a few steps away.

For him, taking that red hijab and putting it on for Lin Yebei was actually an extremely simple matter, as long as he took a few steps forward...

"Hurry up, the guests outside are waiting,"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Lin Yebei urged, "You always listen to me, what's the matter, you won't even do this little thing for me?"

"Is not likely to,"

How could Fu Hanzhang be willing to displease him, "I'll put it on for you."

……

At the same time, outside the illusion of drinking ice grass.

Gui Yunque anxiously called Fu Hanzhang's name, and even bit his sleeve, but he still didn't respond.

Ever since he touched the illusion outside the Ice Drinking Grass, his whole body fell into a state of sluggishness, and he unconsciously moved forward a few steps.

And just a few feet away is the abyss.

The author has something to say: hee hee hee hee made a cute appearance, do you miss him~

Too true God, this is a very important foreshadowing hehehe!It is also related to the last big conspiracy of the tyrant, everyone can guess what it is~

The illusion is really amazing, how could Hanzhang refuse Xiaobei?Will he be in danger 1551?Everything is in the next chapter~

PS My manuscript is gone!Gone!It’s all the fault of variety shows. Now I can only live a miserable life of writing articles in the morning and writing papers in the afternoon. Please give me some comments and support. It’s too difficult TAT