Chapter 2205 Sunset

Su Zimo Ning Shen observed the movement of Zhending Ding in the sea of ​​knowledge.

The power of this psychedelic stone is more consistent with the Suzaku Soul, so it is preemptively absorbed by Suzaku Soul.

Not surprisingly, after refining this psychedelic stone, the Suzaku Soul will wake up!

If the Suzaku Soul is awakened, the Fluorescent Stone has not been fully refined, it may continue to repair the fourth wall!

Su Zimo groaned, his heart moved.

According to the master of Honghong County, etc., Jiuzhongtian is different in each of them, and the calamities and obstacles to be experienced are also quite different.

Does this mean that there are treasures similar to fluorite in other days?

Thinking of this, Su Zimo's eyes brightened.

If the treasures in the double sky, triple sky and quadruple sky can be captured, the restoration of Zhending Ding is hopeful!

Of course, this is just his speculation.

At this point, Su Zimo leaped into the air and came to the teleportation array, preparing to fly to the second sky.

"Taoyou save me!"

Just then, a scream of shouts came from not far away.

Su Zimo turned his head abruptly, and saw a monk staggering, crawling **** the middle of the mountain, wearing red flames from his body. From inside to outside, the whole person was burned into black charcoal, and no human form could be seen.

It was just a faint look at this man's pain, his eyes were full of struggle and despair, and he stretched out his arms, as if trying to touch the teleportation array on the mountain.

It is a pity that the vitality in this person has been exhausted.

Even Su Zimo's shot would not help.

The man fell halfway up the mountain and was swallowed up by lava flowing from the top of the mountain, and soon disappeared.

"what!"

A scream came in the other direction in the distance.

Su Zimo looked sideways.

Under the nine rounds of scorching sun, a monk finally couldn't support it. The final magical power collapsed, his vitality dried up, and he was swept by the flames around him.

Wherever Su Zimo's eyes can be seen, such figures can be seen.

Although there are no lava giants, no fire queens, and no other creatures, the power of flames in this space is still extremely scary!

More and more monks cannot support it.

The most terrible thing is that in the space of Nine Heavens, there is almost no place to hide, and every corner is covered by the nine rounds of scorching sun!

It doesn't look like Ninetimes, but it looks like a flaming hell, countless creatures, struggling to survive in this hell, and screaming in despair!

This is the cruelty of Ninetimes.

If you are afraid of death, if you do n’t know yourself, do n’t take part in the competition.

These people have nothing to do with Su Zimo.

Nor would he give rise to senseless compassion.

However, he knew in his mind that most of the monks who fell into this first heaven were those of low birth, most of whom came from the Xuan-class ancestors, and most of them were casual practitioners.

He used to be one of these people.

The people in the sky are soaring, and most of them will be in it!

These people want to play in the knockout games, and most of them are not expected to be on the map.

They may just want to come to Jiuzhong Heaven to have a chance and get some experience.

But these people have no escape route.

In the nineth heaven, there is no way back, let alone life and death!

Su Zimo stood on the teleportation array, looking back at the many figures struggling in the distant sea of ​​fire, suddenly took a deep breath, urged the god, and the energy in his body was surging!

In an instant, in front of Su Zimo, a huge long bow emerged between the two palms!

Around the longbow, there are still nine vitality arrows!

"What is he doing?"

"It's so pure and condensed, it can evolve into the shape of a weapon!"

Everyone exclaimed in the square.

Immediately, under the gaze of countless eyes, Su Zimo bent his knees and pulled the string, bowed his arrow, and the whole bow was pulled into the shape of a full moon!

Huh!

The bowstring trembled, the arrow like a shooting star, soared into the sky, straight through the sky!

A scorching sun was penetrated, paused for a few moments, burst directly, and fell from the air.

The temperature between heaven and earth seems to drop a little.

Su Zimo continued to bow and take arrows.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Nine arrows in a row, all shot!

Nine rounds of hot sun, all fall!

The flame in the first sky was still burning, but it was not shrouded by nine rounds of scorching sun, and the power of the remaining monks was greatly reduced.

At least most monks can sustain themselves and save their lives.

"Fuck, those nine suns are finally gone!"

"I seem to see a long arrow running through the nine rounds of scorching sun, shooting it down!"

"Hahahaha! I survive!"

The rest of their lives were ecstatic.

"Should we move on?"

"Don't die? Just stay here, just touch the chances everywhere, don't forget, there is a quadruple sky behind!"

"This is a chance God gave us. If you still don't know what to do, keep going, that's really killing yourself."

The nine rounds of scorching sun fell, and Su Zimo had soared without a pause.

In the first day, countless monks cheered.

There was silence on the outside square.

This move of Su Zimo exceeded everyone's expectations, and the shock to everyone present was even stronger than the capture of the psychedelic stone!

In the large square, everyone was silent for a long time.

Su Zimo's move seemed ridiculous and naive.

But somehow, somewhere deep inside the people seemed to be touched slightly.

Many monks look complicated.

Even the real fairy Xie Ling frowned lightly and lost in thought.

"Hey!"

Yun Ting smiled suddenly and said, "Su Zimo, there is you!"

Motosuke-gun seemed to be awakened, and suddenly laughed loudly, "It's stupid! In this nine-thousand-day knockout, it takes so much energy to save some unrelated ants!"

This time, no one responded.

In this vast world, who are not ants?

Among the crowd behind, a Tianxian quickly walked to the front of Qiankun Academy and deeply worshiped the elders of the Academy. She said, "Thank you for the rescue of the disciples in the Academy. To save lives. "

"Qiankun Academy is well deserved."

Tianxian, another Xuan-class ancestor, got up and came to the Qiankun Academy to bow and salute.

More and more monks stood up and came to the seats of Qiankun Academy.

Among them are the Celestial Masters of the Xuan-level Sect, the elders of the Prefect-level Sect, some representing the family, and some representing the disciples below the knee.

In a blink of an eye, the front of the Qiankun Academy was full of people, thanking everyone for their salute.

"I am a man of Taoism. I should uphold justice and be kind, but you do n’t have to do this."

Elder Zhong confided with his hands, motioned everyone to get up, said indifferently.

Elder He is also mature and insistent. He coughed and said, "As a disciple of the academy, when I see this kind of thing, naturally I can't see death."

That being said, the elders of the academy were all subdued with long beards, red-faced and full of vitality, and almost laughed.

(End of this chapter)