The silent and dead tower of the sky.

Ninth floor.

A figure slowly stood up.

At this time, it was unknown how long it had passed since he entered the tower. His hair had grown to his waist. As he stood up, blood was broken, like stone skin, falling off his body.

The other people opened their eyes at the same time, with a look of surprise.

This kid was obviously the latest, but now he has obviously fully adapted to the pressure of the ninth floor and has done something they have never done so far. How is this... possible?

Is there really a saying that a genius?

Li Futu stood still, pinched his hands tightly, twisted his whole body, and with the sound of bone friction, blood stains continued to fall from his body.

Over the past period of time, blood has been continuously penetrated from his body under heavy pressure, and then condensed and covered his skin. After repeated cycles, a thick layer of blood scab has formed on his body.

Just like "breaking the shell and rebirth", when the blood scabs all fell off, Li Futu breathed out like a relief.

Then.

He took one step at a try, then two steps, three steps...

It's not a stroll in the courtyard, but at least, the feeling of not being able to lift your feet is gone forever.

Only under heavy pressure can people grow rapidly, and this tower of heaven has done this to the extreme.

"Boy, your progress speed is indeed a bit beyond your imagination, but you have to think clearly that every five floors of the Tower of Heaven is a big obstacle. You'd better consolidate it for a while and then go up to ten floors."

Li Futu understood that the other party was kind, but he didn't have that much time. He didn't know how long he had stayed on the ninth floor. Now that he had adapted to the heavy pressure of the ninth floor, he naturally didn't want to continue to delay.

The number of layers of the Tower of Heaven is equivalent to the division of strength. He has obviously surpassed the people on the Ninth floor, but he still did not show any arrogance.

"Thank you for your advice, senior."

That being said, he then walked towards the stairs leading to the tenth floor, with firm steps and no hesitation.

The rest of the people on the Ninth floor opened their eyes and watched his figure disappear on the Ninth floor, with a look of surprise in their eyes.

They themselves have forgotten how long they have been in this tower of heaven, but this is the first time they have seen a person with such a terrifying growth rate.

Of course, they naturally could not know, and even Li Futu himself could not know that the reason why he was able to adapt to the heavy pressure and complete the breakthrough in such a short period of time was not only his will as strong as metal and stone, but more importantly, it was due to his experience of falling into the "Yellow Spring".

In that extremely corrosive black river, he should have been as many people imagined, with no bones left, and it was the relics that pulled him out of the desperate situation.

The relic not only allowed him to escape, but also completed a complete transformation of his body.

Perhaps this is exactly what is called destruction and then establishment.

Buddhist relics are priceless treasures in the world. The last time Li Futu's "resurrection from the dead" was not the entire effect of relics. Most of the energy of relics was buried in every cell in his body with the reorganization of the body.

According to common sense, those energy should have been slowly exerted over time, or buried in his body forever, but the terrifying pressure of this tower of heaven, like a catalyst, stimulated all the energy remaining in the relics!

Li Futu knew nothing about these things. He had no idea how powerful his body was at this time, but when he stepped onto the tenth floor, he felt a little different.

The tenth floor, logic is, the gravity here is definitely more terrifying than the nineth floor, but what is strange is that after he arrived at the tenth floor, he felt that it was not as obvious as he expected. Even the pressure he felt was not as obvious as when he stepped from the eighth floor to the nineth floor.

What's going on?

Li Futu frowned, a little confused, but the tenth floor of Tongtian Tower was empty, and no one could answer his confusion.

Of course, he could choose to return to the Ninth floor, where someone might be able to give him some explanation, but every minute and every second cannot be wasted for him. Even if he was confused by this strange change, he still did not turn around.

Without staying on the tenth floor, Li Futu left the ninth floor and directly crossed the tenth floor to complete a "jump-level" breakthrough, and soon arrived at the eleventh floor.

No one on the tenth floor.

But there are people on the eleventh floor.

It was an old man with gray hair, not sitting, standing there and walking constantly, muttering words in his mouth, looking crazy.

Eleventh floor.

He was only one step away from his final goal, but here, Li Futu still did not feel the pressure of being unable to move forward, and the distress in his heart became more and more intense.

"senior……"

He looked at the old man and shouted.

The strength of a person who can reach this height is definitely unfathomable, but this tower of heaven is like a prison formed by heaven and earth. No matter how capable he has, he cannot be used when he is trapped here.

"Fake, fake, all fake..."

Perhaps because he was trapped here for too long, the only old man who arrived at the 11th floor of Tongtian Tower had become a little confused and confused, still immersed in his own world, constantly mumbling and turning a blind eye to Li Futu's shouts.

"senior."

Li Futu shouted again and increased his tone.

The other party still did not respond. Just when Li Futu was wondering whether he was completely infatuated, the other party suddenly turned his head.

"How did you get up?! Go quickly! There is no road above! Run!"

The other party shouted nervously, obviously already in a state of psychiatric disorder.

Moreover, Li Futu realized that the other party was a little limp when walking, like a cripple man.

Seeing that this was a lunatic, Li Futu stopped inquiring and turned his head to look at the twelve floor.

He entered this tower of heaven just to get there. That was his goal and his only hope to go back.

After a deep breath, Li Futu took steps and walked step by step towards the stairs leading to the top floor.

"What do you want to do?!"

Suddenly, the old man came over. He grabbed his wrist, his eyes trembled, and he said nervously: "If you can't go up, you will die, you will really die..."

Li Futu frowned.

Although the old man limped, he was not slow to walk. Obviously, the gravity of the eleventh floor did not have much impact on him. Since this is the case, he could leave the eleventh floor and go to the twelfth floor, but why did he stop here?

Could it be?
Chapter completed!