Chapter 239 Jade Bed

"No need to check. These weapons are specially designed to deal with that battle. I think no one knows which family or power they belong to except the makers?" Mian Xilong said to him, and then continued to go up.

"By the way, I'm really curious about what can make so many martial arts and monsters die here? ...Well, since I don't let me know, I can only hold it back, but you should be able to tell me where we are going? Keep climbing up?" Wang Wujian looked up at the black spiral steps leading to the top floor, and asked helplessly. The starlight of candlelight could only spread a hundred meters away and was submerged in the silent darkness. The deep dark passage seemed to go straight to the vast sky. Kui Xingdou and picking stars were fascinating, but also frightening. The top of the darkness is not a big net woven by the souls of countless strong people.

Mian Xilong didn't care about Wang Wujian's surprised expression. As he crawled quickly, he said calmly, "You're right. Go straight up. There are seven floors here. We have only walked half of it until now. We must get there before the jade goddess falls back to the spire at the top, and then it will take us to another one. A better place to shock you.

"What? Do you mean to wait until the Temple of Heaven is closed? ...But according to what you said at the beginning, the closure of the Temple of Heaven means that all organs are also closed, and the Temple of Heaven only opens once every ten years. How do you want me to go out? Wang Wujian seemed to be near the sea of fire, and was suddenly splashed by the cold water. It was cold and hot, and the skin and flesh all over his body rose and shrank, and there was a feeling that it was about to explode.

Mian Xilong stared at him and said, "I told you that your life will never be in danger. You just need to follow me honestly."

"You, you, you... bedbug..." Wang Wujian pointed to a calm and calm sleeping dragon's fingers and trembled, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll learn from you!"

Mian Xilong turned his head and looked at him, handed out a satisfied smile, and two pieces of comfort appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Well, bedbug, let you be proud first, and it's only two days of rebirth. Hey hey, I have a lot of opportunities to 'serve' you well." Wang Wujian grinned at the corners of his mouth, showed an evil smile, lifted a turbid breath, and went up again.

After entering the pagoda, he became more and more aware of the mystery of turbidity. This strange skill can not only make people calm in the laboratory where all kinds of odors are stimulated, but almost all places with turbidity can be used for me, that is, it can avoid the invasion of poisonous gas and mold, and can also convert it into turbidity. Put the body in an inexhaustible state.

The more you go up, the more bones there are on the ground. At the sixth floor, even the stone steps are covered with bones, which is shocking and horrible. I'm afraid that the road to hell is nothing more than that.

Among these bones, there are many absolute strong people, especially the bones of some monsters. The color is clear, as if they were carved with thick ink. It can be imagined how much energy is contained in its inner elixir. Unfortunately, they self-detonated the inner elixir at the moment of death. Otherwise, among so many monsters, they can certainly be collected. A lot of high-quality Neidan.

On the road, in the wall, there are occasional all kinds of weapons inlaid with great forces. There is a huge depression around each remnant. The surrounding cracks gradually shrink, and finally they are dense. It seems that they will collapse with a touch.

Wang Wujian really had the heart to step on the bones of these predecessors, but the steps were covered with debris, and there was almost no place to fall. He also had to endure the squeaky sound of bone fractures rising from the soles of his feet, coming into his mind, and finally buzzing above his head.

"It's not my fault. Don't blame me! If you want to seek revenge, go find the damn sleeping pest. It's your enemy hundreds of years ago. Don't look for me if you don't want me. I'm forced..." Wang Wujian put his hands together and prayed in a low voice.

I don't know how much energy and time it took. Mian Xilong finally stood up, looking solemn and elegant. It seemed that he didn't feel tired after climbing tens of thousands of meters.

Wang Wujian is out of breath and sweating. Even if his energy is different from ordinary people, he can't support him to step on thousands of steps in a row. At a height of tens of thousands of meters, if it is only at the cost of consuming soul power, he may have been exhausted as early as halfway. Fortunately, he runs the turbid qi, and the turbid gas continues to generate naturally, which barely makes him Climb to the top.

Regardless of the bones everywhere, Wang Wujian swept out a place of work and rest, sat on the ground with his buttocks, leaned against the white jade wall, and gasped heavily. Looking around, there are no more stairs to the upper floor, and there are only a few faint lights on the ceiling at the top.

However, with the efforts of Mian Xilong, some ten-thousand-year-old candles scattered on the ground were lit again, but they were all gathered on a jade bed in front of the wall facing the steps. Mian Xilong lay lazily on the jade bed, surrounded by a circle of candles, which was a little mysterious.

Wang Wujian cursed fiercely a few times, holding a broken gun, walking towards it like a dehydrated person.

"What do you mean?" Wang Wujian touched the broken gun and hit the jade **. He asked an unhungry question. The jade bed was hit and actually made a crisp orchid sound, detouring around the ear, with a unique charm.

"Wait!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the jade goddess to be taken back!"

"Bang..." Wang Wujian knocked on the jade bed fiercely again and shouted, "You fat caterpillar, don't you really want me to go out?"

Mian Xilong looked at him with his eyes and said, "This is the seventh floor of the Hell Pagoda, and also the last layer of the battle, but there is another layer above. After landing, the jade goddess does not lead to the bottom of the tower, but slides to the other side through the top of the tower. We will go to a place with the help of the goddess statue."

"Then how should we go up?" Wang Wujian looked up and carefully looked around the top, but did not find any stairs or secret roads. The top was like a wall, completely integrated, without any cracks. Even if the bolt was shaken off, the top was not damaged at all.

"You clean up the bones around the jade bed first." Mianxi Longdao.

"Me?" Wang Wujian raised his eyebrows and shouted, grasped the broken gun fiercely, and pointed straight to Mian Xilong.

"Yes! Otherwise, I'll wait to be trapped here." Mian Xilong glanced at his rude behavior and said unsurprisingly.

"You? ...Okay, okay...I'll clean up..." Wang Wujian snorted heavily and knocked on the jade bed with a broken gun. The crisp and touching aftertow rippled in the dead tower again. It lasted for a long time, and even the smoke permeated on the bones fluctuated. Isn't it magical.

This is a diamond-shaped jade bed. All the walls and floors are turbid and stained with ink black, but it still maintains a milky white luster. It looks sacred and extraordinary. The candlelight reflects a bright and soft light. The irritable mood suddenly calms down, and everything is simple.