"Sixty-seven!"

In the guard tower, two Ying Fei Yang held sharp swords, standing with their backs facing each other, silently speaking to each other.

The sword energy is still in the sky, and the murderous intention has not been eliminated. It is still witnessing a fierce battle that just happened, but with the sound of a count, the winner is clear!

One of them, "Ying Feiyang", twisted and deformed and dissipated into mist, which was Ying Feiyang's inner demon.

Seeing the inner demon dissipated, Ying Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly collapsed, holding his sword on the ground to stabilize his crumbling figure. But the gurgling blood flowed from the shoulder-deep bone wound along the arm, along the sword hilt, and pooled.

Into a pool of blood.

Ying Feiyang, whose face was pale due to blood loss, had long been used to it. He gritted his teeth and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, skillfully sealed the acupuncture points on his shoulders, then sat down cross-legged, meditating and adjusting his breath.

As Ying Feiyang absorbed the spiritual energy, the surrounding mist seeped into his body through his pores and circulated throughout his body. The wounds on his shoulders healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, Ying Feiyang opened his eyes. The wound on his shoulder had completely healed, but there was lingering fatigue and weariness hidden in his eyes.

A long time had passed since he entered the tower, but there was no day or night in the tower, and he could not feel hunger or thirst in the tower. This made his concept of time already confused.

I can’t tell what time it is now, let alone what night it is. The only thing I can remember is the number of demons I defeated.

"The trauma on the shoulder has been healed, but the lung lobe that was pierced in the 45th time, the fight just now seems to have pulled the wound again, aggravating the injury... Well, level 380, there are still 333 levels left.

Only then can we get to the top..."

After being trapped in the tower for many days, Ying Feiyang has already figured out the situation. There are twenty floors in the Guard Tower. Only the top floor has an exit. There are also strange restrictions in the tower. If you want to reach the top, you can only climb one step after another.

Climb up the steps.

And every time you step on a step, a demon will appear from the mist. The demons all have the same appearance as him and use the same moves. But the demon that appears on each step is slightly stronger than the previous one.

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Moreover, there is a time limit for the inner demons to condense. Ying Feiyang has tried to calculate it. If he cannot win within half an hour, the inner demons will dissipate into mist and will not condense again until two hours later. Each time, he can only use the complete inner demons to condense.

Only by killing the demon can you break through the restrictions blocking the way forward and step onto the next step.

At the beginning, he was still able to win by relying on clever changes in battle, but as time went on, the inner demons became more and more difficult. Just like the inner demon just now, it took him three times to defeat it, and the successive battles became more and more difficult.

As a result, more and more injuries accumulated on his body.

Fortunately, the mist that filled the tower had a miraculous effect. It not only prevented him from feeling hungry or thirsty even without eating or drinking, but also quickly healed his injuries. Otherwise, the continuous battles would have long made it difficult for him to survive due to his heavy injuries.

To continue.

However, although the mist can speed up the healing of injuries, it does not happen overnight. Ying Feiyang suffered severe lung injuries in a previous battle, and just now the wound was affected, causing the injury to recur, and he had to stop.

At this time, he was taking a long breath, trying to inhale the mist into his lungs to speed up the healing of his injuries. He drew his sword and made gestures, taking this opportunity to reflect on the swordsmanship he had studied.

"The inner demon that hurt my shoulder just now seemed to be this move. Half of the Canglong sword moves in the Four Symbols Taiwang Sword were used, and then the Crazy Thunder Sword Technique was used. The wooden thunder attribute was shock, and they interacted with each other to increase the power of the sword. When did I create it?

Such a tricky move is really causing trouble for yourself!"

"However, the decisive move I used this time was a natural one. The Aohan Sword Technique and the Pure Yang Sword Technique were used together, and it actually had the miraculous effect of ice and fire. Well... Since this move is useful, next time if I am attacked by the inner demon

Learn how to deal with it."

"Yes! Although it is difficult to deal with the flow of ice and fire, after all, the skills and bodies will conflict. As long as the energy of ice and fire is unbalanced..."

After finding the solution, Ying Feiyang's eyes lit up and he blurted out. He stood up quickly and wanted to share his understanding with others, but soon his eyes dimmed again and he leaned weakly against the wall...

Among the twists and turns of the stairs, he was the only one muttering to himself, echoing back and forth alone, adding to the loneliness.

"Bah!" Ying Feiyang clenched his fist against the wall, his low voice sounding like the cry of a wild beast, "It's too slow, how long will it take for me to get out of here!"

If an inner demon appears at each level, then he will have to kill himself at least 330 times for a total of 20 levels, 380 levels in total. At least twice a day, and if he kills half of the

Taking into account the fact that the inner demon cannot be killed within an hour, this number will be magnified several times.

But on the Double Ninth Festival, it is the time when the Heavenly Book returns to its place. If he cannot leave the seclusion before then, the energy of the dragons and yakshas in his body will return to its place, and he will have no chance to compete with the Heavenly Book.

I could only watch helplessly but could do nothing.

Nothing can be done...

Ying Feiyang clenched his fists, not wanting to recall the feeling of powerlessness again. Then he took firm steps and climbed to the next level.

"If I can't destroy my own demons, who else can I win?"

As he took a step forward, the mist surged rapidly again.

However, Ying Feiyang ignored the changes around him, raised his head, and looked directly at the top of the tower with bloodshot eyes. It seemed to be close in front of him, but yet out of reach. But if he wanted to reach the top, he could only advance, not retreat!

"Chi!" The sound of breaking wind sounded from behind again, as fast as the dark wind and as dark as a ghost. The chilling air caused the temperature in the tower to drop sharply, and the transformed inner demon came again with a fiercer and faster sword light.

Ying Feiyang did not turn back, and the sword stabbed at his back like a raw eye. The sword tip touched the sword tip with a "ding" sound, making a cold sword sound, which added a bit of chill to Ying Feiyang's words.

"Remember, this is the sixty-ninth time I kill you!"

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On the Double Ninth Festival, the Book of Heaven appeared in the world, and this matter was widely spread. All forces ceased their activities and prepared for the upcoming war. Except for a few unknown undercurrents, in the past six months, a rare period between good and evil has emerged between humans and monsters.

period of peace.

But now, this peace will finally be broken.

On the sixth day of September, in the main hall of Youtan Jingzong.

"...This is the deployment of this time. The dispute over the Heavenly Book is not only related to the rise and fall of the world, but also vaguely related to the future destiny of our Buddhism. Please be careful not to be careless. Do you have any questions?" Su Miaoyin looked around the hall, but she didn't.

No one questioned it, so he added: "In that case, let's get ready to go."

"But the goddess hasn't left seclusion yet, do you want to inform her?" an elder couldn't help but asked.

"No need, because..." Su Miaoyin took a sip of clear dew to moisten her throat, and at this moment, a melodious and ethereal Sanskrit sound came out that cleansed people's hearts.

Su Miaoyin smiled happily, put down her cup and said, "She will be released from seclusion now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a message coming from outside the door, "The goddess has arrived!"

Then an elegant figure walked up gracefully, with slender eyebrows, a graceful figure, beautiful eyes looking forward to her with a noble demeanor, and a leisurely attitude. She looked like a fairy coming to earth. She was none other than the goddess Ling Xin.

As the host of the Heavenly Book, the goddess Ling Xin also spent the past six months in seclusion, ignoring external affairs, concentrating on improving her cultivation, and finally came out of seclusion at the last moment.

Seeing the arrival of the goddess, except for Su Miaoyin, the sect leader, the Buddhist cultivators in the hall, regardless of their age, all stood up and bowed to the goddess Lingxin. Among the female Buddhist cultivators, there was no sense of inconsistency among the female Buddhist cultivators.

A monk who is better than a woman.

"Brother...Master Chuxin, why are you here?" The goddess Lingxin asked in confusion. The person who occupied the guest position of Su Miaoyin was her twin brother Shi Chuxin.

"Let's talk about this later." Su Miaoyin looked up and down the goddess Ling Xin and then said: "When you hear the Sanskrit music playing, you know that the goddess has come out of seclusion. It seems that the goddess has gained something during her time in seclusion."

The Heavenly Lady Ling Xin nodded and said: "I have refined the Epiphyllum Instantly Destroying Heart Sutra to the seventh level, and I can control 70% of the Heavenly Lady's Yuan Gong." Her tone was as indifferent as usual, but there was a hint of joy in her eyebrows, as if she was about to

Share her entry with fellow students.

"It's only the seventh level..." But he heard an elder blurt out in disappointment. Then he realized that he had made a mistake, so he closed his mouth and pretended not to say anything, but the smile between the eyebrows of the goddess Lingxin froze.

At the age of twenty, she had mastered the Heart Sutra of the Epiphyllum of Instant Destruction to the seventh level. Although it was a rare advancement for her, compared with the heavenly maidens of previous generations, she was only in the middle of the pack. Although the other elders did not say it, they looked at it.

Their faces were similar to those of the elder who just made a mistake. Only Su Miaoyin congratulated her: "Congratulations to the Heavenly Lady for reaching another level of cultivation."

The joy in the heart of the goddess Ling Xin dissipated in an instant, and she only felt a sour feeling rising up. She suppressed it and smiled without losing her manners: "I don't dare. In order to inherit the aspirations of my predecessors and protect all living beings, I need to work harder!"

Su Miaoyin nodded, and then said seriously: "The goddess is coming out of seclusion, she may still feel tired, but the day after tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, so please prepare as soon as possible and rush to Shuzhong with us!"

"This is what it should be!" The goddess nodded lightly, but her eyes swept around the palace and said, "Why don't we see Mr. Ying? Isn't he walking with us?"
Chapter completed!