109 King of the World

"Where are you taking me?"

Xia Gulin has woken up. He couldn't move his body. It was not that he had no strength, but his waist, as if he had been trapped by something.

Reaching out and touching it, it seemed to be a big ring, putting him together with the girl in front of him.

"Of course, it's to take you back to that Wufu." The girl twisted her body with dissatisfaction, "Oh, since you have the strength to struggle, could you please stand up by yourself? I'm holding you all the way, and my shoulder is sore!"

Have you left the tower? Xia Gulin looked at the surrounding scenery. It was indeed a green Daihua Mountain.

"You remove this circle first." Xia Gulin was also helpless. This hula hoop circled him and the girl firmly together, and he couldn't straighten up at all.

The flower was deeply obedient and received the acacia ring. She turned around and raised her hands to help Xia Gulin, afraid that he would suddenly fall down if he was exhausted.

"Can we go now?" The girl angrily took care of the hair that was rubbed by Xia Gulin. She must have been in her mind just now, so she listened to Yao Ling and Fengchuan's words and wanted to send this man who was heavier than the bear back.

Xia Gulin walked back in the opposite direction.

"Hey - what kind of guy is he? Didn't you listen to what I just said?"

Hua Shen's body swirled to block Xia Gulin's way, "I said, I want, send, you, back, Wu, Fu!"

Xia Gulin remained calm, and he continued to walk around the flower.

Who does he think he is? He worked hard to recite him for a long time, but he didn't even say thank you. His companion easily rescued him, but he wanted to go back and die!

"No way! No one has ever dared not to listen to me! Xia, please stop!" Hua deeply held Xia Gulin's hand and was shocked. Obviously, she had suffered such a serious injury. She pulled him with all her strength, but he didn't move!

"It's okay if I don't go in." Xia Gulin suddenly turned around. Hua Shen couldn't control it for a moment and almost bumped into him.

Hua retreated in a hurry, her cheeks were slightly red, and her arms were so agile that she was tightly protected in front of her chest.

"Go in and help me give the other collected items in the tower to Fengchuan Yaoling."

The flower was deeply speechless. Is this the style of the sixth son? Open your mouth and order others? Even the enemy dares to command? Even Hua Shen, the demon's daughter dares to dictate?

No wonder my father said that the six princes are all scum. It seems that it's really good!

"No." Hua hugged her shoulder deeply and shook her head angrily.

"Either do what I say or get out of the way." Xia Gulin also did not give in.

Is this a multiple-choice question? Don't you do both choices as he says?

Xia Gu had no blood on his face, but his will was not enough to allow him to fall. Obviously, there is no complete skin all over his body, and he is still so stubborn... Well, this is the second second characteristic of the Sixth Prince!

"I'm afraid of you." Hua was so angry that she jumped her feet, "I'll go in with you..."

The door of the first floor of the Yanzhi Trial Tower suddenly opened and opened and opened. The first floor, the throne of the king——

The golden and brilliant throne, if the corpses of tens of millions of people had not been accumulated into a tower, how could the supreme king stand at the top of the world?

Xia Gulin is very familiar with this throne. That was when he challenged the Demon Lord five years ago. When he entered the Demon Lord's inner hall with a west wind sword, the Guanghua Hall was empty, and there was only a golden throne left.

Is this the world that the devil wants?

He thought so when he saw it for the first time. It's just a throne, but it's firmly embedded in my mind at the moment I see it. I can't pull it out or erase it...

It reminded him like an alarm bell.

What he wants is still ahead, which is the call of fate!

One day he will ascend to the supreme throne of the world. This is not the world of the devil, it's his!

Xia Gulin walked slowly to the throne. His footsteps stopped before his feet, and the dreamy golden light was perhaps the only light in his life.

Xia Gulin lowered his eyes, and the golden light of the throne coated his ink hair with a layer of shining golden brilliance.

He gently raised his sleeves.

"Papa--!"

The golden and brilliant throne was broken into thousands of pieces under Xia Gulin's knife! The golden storm is like yellow sand, broken like weeping.

The flowers next to

have been stunned for a long time. He... such a powerful force, such a tenacious mind, doesn't look like a seriously injured person. No, it should be said that he is far stronger than him in a normal state when he is seriously injured!

"The throne of the king, confiscated."

The yellow sand rolled away, and the small golden pen holder slowly fell into Xia Gulin's hand. Sure enough, he knew it would be like this from the beginning... The design of the king's throne can only be broken by those who are not confused by the appearance of victory!

Next is... the fourth floor.

Hua Shen has silently walked behind Xia Gu. A terrible man.

On the fourth floor, the ink bed on the bank of the Guangyin River had been broken by Fengchuan Yaoling. However, when Fengchuan used the rice sword, he accidentally pierced the body of the ink bed - there was no way to collect the magic weapon.

Hua Shenshen wants to see what Xia Gulin can do.

Xia Gulin walked to the place where the rice sword was inserted, squatted down, and stroked the crack with his palm.

To be precise, it is a very deep seam, as long as the sword body of the rice sword.

Qing'er...

Xia Gulin thought of the Qingyu case. There is nothing in the world that she can't sew. If you bring her here...

The current situation cannot tolerate such assumptions.

Now, there are still Yan Lixi, Yaoling and Fengchuan waiting for him to save. He can't hesitate.

The ink bed body is smashed, but the crushed powder should still exist in this layer of space.

More importantly, although this level has been cracked, it has not been destroyed. The ship that dominates the changing time of the scenery on the banks of the Guangyin River has never stopped its driving.

Maybe...

Fengchuan and others may not feel it. While people move forward, time is also moving forward. Once a person gets involved in the long river of time, even if he does nothing, he will grow old and die every minute.

Everything is like this.

So, if you pull the time back to the original track...

Xia Gulin soared in the air like a black eagle falcon. His palms were intertwined with water nets and ice guns. In an instant, he had tied the upper and lower huge ink beds firmly! Now as long as he turns his palms, he can turn the hourglass of time and turn the world around!

This... Is this man crazy?

Hua hugged her shoulders deeply. She looked up at this god-like man, and her mind was blank. She finally began to understand why the immortals and demons have to compete for this man, and why this man's fate is tied to the fulcrum between heaven and earth. He has the fate of the whole world!

The boundless sky reflected into the blue sea in his eyes.

The hope of the world condensed into a long sword in his hands.

The sand of time slipped at his fingertips, and the desert turned into a garden.

Everything is just for that oath:

"In order to surpass you. In order not to be surpassed by you."

Xia Gulin muttered, and the broken ink bed under his feet gathered in the storm. "With you to protect me, I will protect the people of the world."

The throne of the king, broken; the pen holder, confiscated;

The harmony makes money, broken; paperweight, paid;

Shisi is ups and downs, broken; wrist pillow, paid;

The riverside of time, broken; ink bed, confiscated.

Xia Gulin is like a black cloud with heavy thunderstorms. The footsteps behind him quietly followed him, and he didn't dare to make a sound from beginning to end.

Only the spring breeze is not afraid of the hero's tragic face, and it is like a lover. A pool of blue made his icy heart slow and gentle.

"You can hand over the pen wash." Xia Gulin said lightly. He just doesn't want to destroy the innocence of the girl's heart. What's more, this beautiful place reminds him of the place where everyone went on an outing not long ago.

Ask the world, who can be more gentle than memories.

Hua's deep and rare meek eyes glanced at Xia Gulin and quickly moved away. She gritted her teeth with determination and handed the small pen to Xia Gulin's hand.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

Search for flowers alone, break it; wash it with a pen, collect it.

The sixth floor. Molong Tianchi.

Xia Gulin was alone and walked slowly from the ice silk on the thousands of miles of ink pool.

Although Hua Shen has told him that the ink in the ink pool is ground with weak water, the people who pass through it have lost all their spiritual power and martial arts cannot be used.

But he had to walk forward as if he didn't hear it!

His shadow was projected in the dark ink pool, and thousands of ink drops condensed into a dragon, and he actually fought fiercely with Xia Gulin's shadow!

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Hua Shen couldn't believe it... This level was also designed and supervised by Mo Zun himself. She had never seen anyone other than her father walk through here safely!

How on earth did this man think of it? Use the spiritual power temporarily left in the ink pool to condense the ink droplets and fight with the hidden dragon in the ink!

However, if you don't defeat Molong to get back the shadow before walking through the ice silk, Xia Gulin will lose his spiritual power for life; and if it is delayed on the ice silk for too long, the silk will break, and Xia Gulin will fall into the ink pool and turn into ink!

Hua deeply bit her finger tightly. He has come here, this man, will he die? Will it stop here?

Xia Gulin just moved forward at a constant speed. From the moment he stepped on the ice silk, he did not hesitate or move forward.

He just looked at the target and was moving forward steadily without water.

Who said that dreams are cruel?

If you can move forward, you will lose everything and have no regrets.

Even if the storm beats the shore dragon and roars.

Even if you are helpless with empty hands.

Even if it is pointed out by thousands of people, I can only choose to be invincible.

Just because on the other side of this hundred-foot cliff, there are people I cherish waiting.

Xia Gulin's feet stepped on the ground on the other side. The ice silk scattered like colored beads and fell into the ink pool. The ink shadow curled up like smoke, and then quickly disappeared into Xia Gulin's body.

The wind is calm.

He... did it.

Hua Shen can no longer hear the sound of her breathing.

She only silently looked at the man's lonely but not lonely back, and the slowly stretched out hand, and caught the ink drop jumping up from the ink pool.

"Bang."

The sixth layer, Molong Tianchi, broken; inkstone drops, confiscated.