Chapter 706 The Eighth Floor of the East Deserted Tower

After understanding the road of future practice, I found that the barbarians are different from the immortals, but the end is the same. In other words, this is the common end road of every ethnic group in the universe.

On this road, Su Ming knew that he was only taking the first step now. He didn't know if he would really have a day to reach the level of Lieshan cultivation, or surpass it.

But he has a firm heart and persistent mind. He told himself that he must go to the limit he can get out of, because he wants to know why he was born a dead baby, whether he has parents, whether he has a clan, and where his home is.

I want to save the whispering voice in my ear for many years, the faint voice of a woman calling me to be my brother.

And all this requires Su Ming to control his own destiny and become the strong man of the starry sky, so that he can explore one by one and do it one.

If you can't become a real strong man, everything... can only be determined by others like ants.

"Never!!" Su Ming clenched his fist. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and it took him a long time to slowly regain his calm. He looked at the golden sword with a slight blue light in front of him, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a breath of [body] inner life cultivation. This breath went straight to the sword. The moment he touched, this It trembled violently, and bursts of sharp hiss came out of its weakness.

While the hiss echoed, Su Ming raised the hilt of the sword that grabbed the sword with his right hand. The whole person stood up from his knees, put the sword flat on his chest, raised his left finger, pressed the position of the sword body near the hilt, and slowly wiped it towards the tip of the sword.

His movements were slow and slow, but there was a huge will. With the wiping of his fingers, the sword struggled violently in the trembling, but Su Ming snorted coldly. The body of the sword passed by his two fingers immediately stopped trembling, until his fingers completely wiped all the bodies of the sword, even the hissing suddenly came.

"Sword. If you don't hold it in your hand, can you call it a sword?" Su Ming's fingers flicked on the tip of the sword, and a crisp sound of the sword suddenly swirled, and the sound echoed in the eastern barren tower. There is a huge sense of killing.

Holding a sword in his right hand, Su Ming danced slowly on the first floor of the eastern barren tower. With the waving of his arm, the light of the sword flashed. Swords appeared one by one, and the cold chills spread one after another, which seemed to be a slow move, but now if there are outsiders here and see Su Ming dancing the sword, he will definitely be shocked.

Because of Su Ming at this moment, his concentration is integrated with this sword, or to be precise. It is this sword that merges with Su Ming. It has reached a level of unity of human and sword.

A moment later, Su Ming turned over the sword in his hand and stabbed the ground with a sword. A magnificent momentum and will poured into the body of the sword under this thorn, as if it were the process of dancing before. It's for the sake of this thorn now!

caused the sword to burst out a lot of evil spirit, and it was about to approach the earth. The sword body sounded violently, and it trembled even more. It seems that he wants to struggle in Su Ming's hands, but he can't do it.

Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the earth, at the moment when the tip of the sword touched the earth, Su Ming's hand suddenly stopped. Under this moment, if he contained a full-power blow, in the moment he was about to hit, it would produce a great counterattack, but this counterattack is not condensed Su Ming was involved in the sword.

Su Ming's hair was flying, his face was indifferent, and his expression was calm. The sword in his right hand was only half an inch away from the ground. His eyes were indifferent. At this moment, he was full of a coldness like a sword.

In the trembling of this sword, the sad sound of the sword faintly dispersed, and the sword body trembled more and more violently, as if it could collapse at any time, condensing all the power of Su Ming. It should have been released and bombarded into the earth, but it was not released, but broke out in the body Hit.

The art of sword refining, this is the way Su Ming found to refine a sword from Hongluo's inheritance after obtaining the way of using the sword.

As before, it's just one thing. In this year, Su Ming used some of these ways to suppress the sword while constantly refining it.

"You, please worship me." Su Ming spoke slowly.

After a short silence, the answer to Su Ming was that there was a sharp sound of unwillingness in the sword, which was the roar of the sword spirit.

"This year, I will ask you the same words once a month. My patience is limited." Su Ming opened his mouth faintly, picked up the killing sword and shook it, and immediately the ripples of the sword echoed. After Su Ming released it, he raised his right hand and pinched it. At a little in the middle of his eyebrows, a black gas immediately turned from his eyebrows. The black gas turned into a ferocious grimace face, like

"The skills of the evil spirit clan learned from the eight-story stone statue also have its own unique features." Su Ming muttered to himself, raised his left hand and clenched his fist, and suddenly pressed it to the earth. Under this press, the golden light on the ground immediately dispersed immediately, and a breath of air seemed to pour into the eastern barren tower, covering it along Su Ming's left hand, making Su Ming's left hand immediately wither. It looked

Looking at himself filled with white light, his left hand was like a bone. Su Ming grabbed the killing sword. At the moment of touching the killing sword, there was a sad scream from the killing sword, but he saw Su Ming's left hand recover quickly, as if he had absorbed some strange power from the killing sword, making his left hand recover as usual.

But the spirit of the sword is obviously much weaker.

"The magical power of the Mi-loving clan refines its own body with the spirit." Su Ming smiled on his face. As soon as he shook his big sleeve, a large amount of golden breath suddenly poured in, wrapped around the sword, wrapped around it, and continued to press it.

Looking at the sword, Su Ming withdrew his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the tower wall above, and his eyes gradually showed a wisp of light.

"It's time to break into this tower again. This time, I should be able to do it." Su Ming took a deep breath, took a few steps, and stood in the center of the first floor of the Donghuang Tower. Standing there, Su Ming closed his eyes, calmed down, and let his mind disperse. After gradually integrating with the surroundings, the golden lights around him suddenly condensed and surrounded Su Ming. Under the rapid rotation, a golden light It flashed dazzlingly, and in an instant, Su Ming's figure disappeared.

On the second and third floor of the Donghuang Tower, to the eighth floor, such light continued to appear, especially in the eighth floor, in the golden light, Su Ming's body slowly appeared on the ground in the center. After a moment, when his body was completely clear, Su Ming opened his eyes.

In this year, the main reason why he can control more and more golden lights on the first floor is that in this year, Su Ming broke through the first seven floors and stepped into the eighth floor.

Every time he broke into the first floor, he would be more closely connected with this Donghuang Tower, so he could absorb more. With Su Ming's cultivation, he could have broken into more layers, but after he paused on the third floor, he gave up the idea of breaking through quickly.

At this moment, he stood in the center of the eighth floor, took a deep breath, and his eyes showed a touch of persistence.

On the seventh floor, he had passed through it three months ago and stepped into the eighth floor, but until now, he is sure that he can walk through the ninth floor.

"I didn't expect that the test on the eighth floor prevented me from three months." Su Ming shook his head. This was something he didn't expect at the beginning, and even he felt incredible.

Su Ming raised his steps and took a step forward. After walking out of the central position, the world in front of him immediately changed. The yellow sand was all over the sky, and the hot sun seemed to burn the earth. In front of him, there were four huge stone people.

These four stone men stand on the earth, each of which is nearly a hundred feet high, looming in the wind and sand, revealing a sense of flood and famine.

"The East Deserted Tower... From the second floor to now, it has obviously given two different ways to break through. The first is to directly bombard and move forward sustainably.

The second kind is to integrate, integrate it, and then naturally step into the next level.

Destroying these four stone statues is in line with the first way. You can directly break through the eighth floor, but... If I wanted to do this, I could make such a choice three months ago. Su Ming's eyes flashed and came to the first stone statue. After looking at it silently for a long time, he sat cross-legged in front of the stone statue, pinching his hands, and immediately the breath of life cultivation in his body dissipated, and the flesh and blood of his whole body exuded the breath of barbarians.

Under the breath of the barbarian clan, he suddenly opened the eyes of the first stone statue, as if his eyes had fallen on Su Ming. After a moment, Su Ming stood up and walked to the second stone statue. After looking there for a moment, he stepped towards the earth, and immediately there was no more barbarian atmosphere, a pure fairy. The momentum of the clan spread from his body, making the second stone statue open his eyes.

The third one's face was ferocious, looking like a fierce god, and there was a raised evil face in the eyebrows of the stone statue. Su Ming stood under the third stone statue, raised his right hand, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows. Suddenly, his eyebrows were dark, and the face of the evil spirit appeared. The third stone statue immediately opened Look at Su Ming.

A moment later, Su Ming raised his left hand next to the fourth stone statue. His left hand was wrapped around the white light, and his hand in the white light had become a dead bone, dissipating a strange sense of demon light.

"I have mastered the preliminary skills and practice of the four stone statues, barbarians, immortals, evil spirits, Miqi, and the four ethnic groups. The eighth floor of the Donghuang Tower, open!" Su Ming shook his left hand, and the four stone statues suddenly blurred. When everything was clear, Su Ming stood in the center of the ninth floor of the Donghuang Tower.

These two days seem to be the birthday of the plate. Happy birthday (to be continued...)