Chapter 148: Snatch

"Seven stars, can you see the clues of this space?" In this unknown space, the seven portals have long been closed. How to get out is a big problem. These things outside the body are not so important. In a short period of time, no one dares to take medicine here.

"If I guess that there is nothing wrong with this space, this space is transformed into the field of killing the Holy King and becoming the cave sky, and this soul-soul white bone tower is the place to suppress the cave sky. It is reasonable that unless the realm is higher than the owner of this cave sky, this space can never be broken, but Huo Tianqing has fallen, and this cave sky is no longer so stable. Gu, if you can control the white bone tower, it should not be difficult to break the hole. Seven stars said.

"How can we control this white bone tower with our cultivation? The spirit of the soul-suppressing white bone tower is already the realm of seven turns of the soul. Even if it is the array in it, I'm afraid we can't promote it." Li Yinping was surprised.

"That's not impossible. Although the full-time cultivation of the spirit is indeed comparable to the strong in the field, Huo Tianqing fell, and the white bone tower was obviously severely damaged. Even if the spirit is still there, it is also a great reduction in cultivation. Otherwise, opening the field can devour all of us in one bite."

Qixing was well-informed, and there was no need to be full of Li Yinping. Shen Chong made her hear Qixing's words with the method of heart transmission.

Although she was surprised by Shen Chong's so many secrets, she was still very convinced of the predecessor of the soul realm.

"Yes, I don't feel that unfathomable existence here. Unlike monks, it is impossible to completely hide the breath. However, subduing the spirit and refining the array can't be done in our realm. I'm afraid that no one here can do it, but the Killing Holy King still asked me to come here. I'm afraid there is still a deep meaning, maybe it's another test. Shen Chong muttered, and his eyes fell on the tower door.

The killing words on the tower door are becoming more and more dazzling, and the blood is rolling. The fonts seem to be alive one by one. Each word is full of deep meaning. After careful consideration, there is a set of prototypes of martial arts to show.

"Killing, killing, killing, is it necessary to kill everyone here to be qualified to accept the inheritance of the Holy King?" Shen Chong was horrified. With Huo Tianqing's moody mind, it is really possible to be like this.

In the first floor of the tower, the melee has lasted for a column of incense. Nearly a hundred martial artists have fallen into the pool of blood, still holding the elixir of fighting with their lives in their hands. And those masters who travel around the world have scratched most of the elixir and rushed to the second floor.

Whether you really want to kill everyone or not, first of all, you have to figure out the secrets in the tower. Shen Chong's mind moved, took Li Yinping's hand, suppressed his breath, and quietly walked to the second floor. Obviously, the higher the floor, the higher the quality of the treasures in the collection, and the seventh floor must be the array of the Soul White Bone Tower, and the spirit is likely to be hidden in it.

Shen Chong tried his best to suppress his strength and didn't attract attention, but even if he didn't rob the elixir, he still rushed up with his teeth and claws.

This man is a master of the fierce ghost door. In this attack, he has a virtual shadow on his body, blue-faced tusks, and his eyes are wide open. Unexpectedly, he has the cultivation of the ghost king. No wonder he dares to kill unscrupulously.

The cultivation of the master of this fierce ghost gate did not cut out the soul. Although the summoning of the ghost king, the mana was also suppressed. Although this blow can kill the ordinary master of master refining, what kind of cultivation is Shen Chong at this time? Although he dares not say that he is the first in the realm of the soul, it can also be said that there are few enemies.

With a flick of your fingers, a trace of black light as thin as an electric light pops up from the fingers. The black fire is real fire. After a long period of hard work and the mysterious strong man in the dark night fog sea helps him regulate his magic power. He can turn the black flame into phaseless, the shape is changeable, and silently enter the enemy's body.

The fierce ghost master was not aware of it at all. The ghost king roared and covered his head in a gloomy air. Suddenly, he only felt a pain in his mind and was frightened to find that the ghost king began to burn.

The black flame could not be extinguished at all. It spread along the palm of the ghost king, and there was no way to stop it.

The fierce ghost master screamed and retreated quickly. He was also a vicious person. He slapped his chest, and a dirty blood mixed with a rune flew out. As the rune flew out, he immediately cut off the ghost king's heart, and the black light passed by and turned into flying ashes.

"Damn it!" The man scolded, but he also knew that he had kicked down the iron plate. Without hesitation, he immediately fled. As long as he hid in the melee, he might fish in troubled waters again, but it was a pity that he was a good ghost king.

"Huh, you escaped quickly!" Shen Chong did not pursue. There was chaos in this space. If he joined the melee, he was afraid that he would be be besieged. The most urgent thing was to follow the second floor to have a look. Anyway, this is a closed space, and no one can run away.

Although the ghost king was burned into flying ashes, the source of the soul is still there, and it can't be let go. With a wave of the big sleeve, the source has been put away, and then stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

This staircase is made of jade. It is not only strong, but also contains vitality. The stairs are several feet wide and have 72 steps. When you step on the first step, you can feel a trace of force winding up. After the 72 stairs, the strange force has doubled the pressure on the body.

The strength of the whole body seems to have been sucked away by 30% by the White Bone Tower. Although it is not difficult to walk, every step has to consume part of the true energy.

What a powerful soul-suppressing white bone tower, the breath is suppressed layer by layer. I don't know how terrible the pressure on the seventh floor will be.

Shen Chong didn't have time to think about it. He immediately looked up. The second layer of space was smaller, and hundreds of lights flashed in the dim space, bright and dark, but without exception, they all burst out a strong vitality.

The magic weapons are all magic weapons. Seeing the scene in front of me, even the seven stars are a little stunned. Although there is no magic weapon in it, there are as many as five of the best magic weapons.

Once upon a time, in the land of Shenzhou, a top-quality magic weapon would cause the competition of the soul masters. As for the best magic weapon, it was already the treasure of the second-rate sect. Only the first-class sect such as the Seventh Avenue Sect dared to make the magic treasure public.

More than a dozen people on the second floor are soul masters, but they can't help but feel hot. The best magic weapons and the best magic weapons are used even with their cultivation.

Although the masters of the world can refine the best magic weapons, it also takes a lot of money and time, and even damage the cultivation.

"Han Wangsun, you have got two prefecture-level elixirs in the lower layer - the first soul elixir. Don't compete with us for these five best magic weapons." A middle-aged man said slowly.

"Chu Xingjun, that's not what you said. Since you have come here, you have to rely on your own skills. Although my young master doesn't like the inheritance of the Seven Kill Sect, he will not give up this readily available thing." The bald old man who has been following the cold king and grandson speaks.

Chu Xingjun's face was cold: "Zhuo Ran, you are old. Shouyuan is about to set foot in the soul. I'm afraid it won't be a few years. There is no future. How can you interrupt here?"

The bald old man was not angry, and his voice was flat: "Oh? Don't you have my share? Then let's have a fight. Whether it's one-on-one or your siege, I'll take the place of the young master.

Although the soul master's longevity can reach 800 years, it also depends on the age when stepping into the realm of the soul. The younger the age, the more longevity will increase. For example, Zhuo Ran only cut out the soul at the age of about 100. The remaining longevity has been less than a hundred years, and the qi and blood have declined. There is no hope of taking a step forward and achieving the realm of divine travel in the world.

The bald old man exudes a strong sense of war, and he is not afraid of the five masters in front of him.

Chu Xingjun made a move, and a black gas scattered from his fingertips: "Look for death, Han Wangsun, I will discipline this slave for you."

The black gas converges into the sword, and the electric fire comes out, taking the chest of the bald old man.

Although the mana in this space is suppressed, the gap in the realm is still not to be underestimated. The bald old man shouted softly, his body exploded, and a small shield has been crossed in front of his chest.

With a sound, the shield was shaken away, the bald old man's mouth was broken, and the blood sprayed wildly. He had been blown away dozens of feet. Although Chu Xingjun made a move against the bald old man, he had never left the cold king's grandson, and was always on guard against the sneak attack of the cold king's grandson.

Unexpectedly, although Han Wangsun took action, the target was not him, but the five best magic weapons in the distance. At the same time, as if it had been discussed, the four masters of the world next to him also took action, five people, five magic weapons, exactly one for each person.

When Chu Xingjun came to his senses, Han Wangsun and other five people had put away the magic weapon, and the bald old man was refreshed, swept away the decadence, and his feet flashed and hid beside Han Wangsun.

"You!"

Chu Xingjun couldn't speak. He had no deep friendship with the four masters who traveled around the world, but he was so angry that Han Wangsun swallowed two prefecture-level elixirs alone and walked together and put pressure on them together. At this time, he was the one who suffered the most.

"Chu Xingjun, you injured my men and destroyed a medium-grade magic weapon I gave you. Even if you should have a magic weapon here, it should be regarded as compensation." Han Wangsun said slowly, and his eyes didn't even look at him. Suddenly, a shocking chill broke out on his body.

In the face of this cold air, Chu Xingjun and the remaining four masters of the world took a step back, and there was a deep fear in their eyes. The realm emanating from the cold air actually has the power of the five elements, and the five elements are complete, and they can step into the realm of three turns of the soul.

Especially the other four masters, they all got their share. Naturally, they didn't want to offend such a cold grandson. The position under their feet changed and they even left a certain distance from Chu Xingjun.

"Damn it, it's all damn!" Chu Xingjun scolded angrily in his heart, but he did not dare to turn against the five people at the same time, nor did he dare to attack the bald old man again, roared, and reached out to grab the rest of the top-quality magic weapons.