Chapter 27 Spirit

After listening to the grandmother's introduction of the origin of the ancient divine village, Hong Yu inevitably felt some emotion in his heart. The fallen ancient power was definitely a god-level figure who could create such a large inner world.

"Child, I'm surprised that no one can find this nine-story pagoda since ancient times. Even if it is found, it is impossible to enter. How did you do it? What's more, your cultivation is not high.

How high Hong Yu's cultivation is, the grandmother can naturally see it at a glance.

"To be honest, grandma, I'm actually not the only one who entered the nine-story god and magic tower this time. I have many brothers and sisters who have come, a total of 40 or 50 people." Hong Yu said truthfully, and Xuan soon talked about the whole thing in detail. Finally, he said, "I just don't know why, when I entered this nine-story god and demon tower, my brothers and sisters disappeared inexplicably."

"So that's it!" Hearing this, the grandmother felt clear, and then nodded thoughtfully and said, "Don't worry about your brothers and sisters. They won't be in danger. Since the parents of this little mythical beast are buried in this pagoda, it can indeed come in easily.

All the other disciples of Juetianmen suddenly disappeared. Hong Yu was very surprised, but when he saw the old woman in front of him, she didn't tell herself what was going on. She just didn't have to worry about it. He didn't ask any more questions, but just relieved.

"Mimi." Hearing about his parents, the red panda's eyes gradually turned red again and looked a little sad.

The old woman touched the little thing lovingly, then stretched out a finger, pointed at the eyebrows of the little thing, and a little light went in. Grandma smiled and said, "Your inheritance has been opened too little. Let me explain it to you."

This is a big meeting gift, which makes Hong Yu a little jealous. Grandma can save at least decades or even hundreds of years of practice.

When I got this meeting gift, the little thing squinted and immediately didn't feel sad. After all, it is still a young mythical beast, and its mood becomes extremely fast.

Hong Yu then asked his grandmother, "Grandma, the world has heard that the essence of the ancient gods and demons buried in the nine-story god and demon tower will eventually condense into artifacts, but why have I never met any other artifacts except the mouse artifact outside the village you mentioned? Are these artifacts concentrated on the ninth floor, or is it just a legend?

The grandmother shook her head and smiled and said, "It's not concentrated on the ninth floor, let alone the legend. The souls of the gods and demons that died in the past will indeed condense into artifacts, and they are concentrated under a bottomless abyss on the eighth floor. Moreover, it is said that there is a roc nurse on the eighth floor, so you must be careful. At the same time, I'm here to remind you that the eighth floor is a special existence. No matter what you see, don't be surprised.

It turned out to be concentrated on the eighth floor, and there was also Dapeng's care! So what's in the ninth floor?

The old lady seemed to see through Hong Yu's mind and said, "No one knows what is in the ninth floor of the nine-story pagoda, because it is a prohibition listed by the laws of heaven and earth, and no one dares to approach it. Therefore, when you go to the eighth floor to get the artifact, don't approach the entrance of the ninth floor.

Hong Yu nodded. Since grandma reminded herself so carefully, she would naturally remember it.

So he temporarily settled down in this ancient magic village. The next day, Hong Yu borrowed a white skirt from his grandmother, went out of the village, gave it to Gu Jian Qianlan to put it on, and prepared to set off and go to the eighth floor of the nine-story magic tower to get the artifact. Qianlan's artifact is so uncontrollable that he feels that he can't control it.

Farewell to the old grandmother of the Ancient God Village, one sword and one beast. This pair of extremely strange combinations found the entrance of the fourth floor and then rushed up.

The fourth floor of the nine-story magic tower is also without the shadow of the ancient tomb. There is no smell of the mausoleum at all. Unexpectedly, this is actually a castle!

The castle is very ancient, looks extraordinary and magnificent. The wall of the castle is very thick, several feet wide.

A team of guarding the city, holding long guns, neatly and majestically walked around the city wall. The soles of the mount were very wide and powerful, making the earth rumble and heard from miles away. In the air, occasionally you can see monks stepping on flying swords passing by quickly.

Here... it's actually a world!

The nine-storey magic tower is really an extremely strange existence!

In the eyes of the world, the nine-story pagoda of gods and demons must be a dead and ancient tombs, but the fact is completely different from the south to the north, which is completely another person in the world, which is unimaginable for anyone in the world.

"Is this... still in the God and Magic Tower?"

Entering the city through the long gate cave, he saw a lot of people on the street, and Hong Yu stood on the street. He was completely shocked by the scene in front of him. The red panda also touched his forehead with his furry little claws and silently opened his mouth, completely confused.

"Uncle, can you buy a steamed bun for Lingling? Lingling is so hungry, so hungry.

In the noise, a childish child's voice seemed very abrupt. Hong Yu came to his senses and followed the sound. Far from the front, a rover little girl, who was only about four or five years old, raised her little face and said pitifully to a man at noon.

"Go away, little beggar, I don't have money, don't bother me!" The middle-aged man roared at the little girl very rudely.

"Oh, Lingling knows." The little girl lowered her head sadly, looked at her toes exposed from her shoes, and turned around and walked slowly.

After a while, the little girl came to a woman with clear lips and teeth: "Auntie, can you buy a steamed bun for Lingling? Lingling hasn't eaten for a long time. Lingling is so hungry, so hungry."

However, the little girl was waiting for the same experience. The woman pushed her away: "You little devil, stay away from me. I don't have much spare money to support a kid like you!"

Perhaps when she saw that the other party was also a woman, the little girl did not leave this time. While breaking her tender little finger, she pleaded bitterly: "Auntie, Lingling can do everything, cook, wash dishes, and wash clothes. Auntie, will you take Lingling?"

"No, no, get out of here, get out of here!"

"Oh, Lingling knows." The little girl finally lowered her head sadly and slowly turned away again.

Not far away, he quietly looked at the little girl's encounter. Hong Yu was extremely sad. He came there in a daze, and his eyes felt a little swollen. This little girl named Lingling was much more miserable than herself before she entered the teacher's door.

Before entering the teacher's door, at least he can go to a large family to be a herd, barely enough to support himself and his mother, but what about the little girl in front of him? He lived completely by begging.

It's just a steamed bun, what a trivial thing, but for a little girl, it's so difficult to ask for. Hong Yu's eyes were wet quickly. He clenched his fist and had the impulse to run to beat the man and woman severely, but he finally put up with it.

Brother, can you buy a steamed bun for Lingling? Lingling is really hungry. Finally, the little girl came to Hong Yu and raised her little face and said pitifully.

Hong Yu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and said with a little choking, "Little sister, your name is Lingling?"

"Oh, brother, why did you cry? Are you hungry like Lingling? Brother, don't leave here. Lingling will ask someone for a steamed bun to eat for his brother. Xiao Lingling was very kind. He told Hong Yu so much that he turned around and was about to walk to the crowd.

"Spirit, brother is not hungry, you don't need to beg for my brother to eat..."

"Oh, that's great. Lingling knows it." Xiao Lingling's little face showed a naive smile. She turned her little body again, walked towards the crowd, walked, turned around and showed a naive smile to Hong Yu, and waved her tender little hand to him: "Goodbye, brother, brother, you can't starve."

Looking at this kind little girl, Hong Yu forced herself to hold back the tears that were about to fall: "Lingling, I haven't finished talking yet. I'll take you to have a delicious meal, okay?"

The weak body suddenly suffocated. The little spirit turned around and looked at Hong Yu timidly. In his throat, he obviously heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

"Come on, Lingling." Hong Yu waved to her with a smile.

"Lingling can only eat one steamed bun." Xiao Lingling came over and tried to raise his little face to look at Hongyu, smiling happily, but Hong Yu ignored her words, picked her up, and strode to a nearby restaurant with Gu Jian Qianlan.