Chapter two hundred and twenty eight waste of spiritual power
"It seems that the quota for your family, Master Guan, is secure this time."
Su Yangyu smiled and complimented.
"That's not necessarily true. Others are not fools. I have always felt that these boys are too flamboyant. A premature alliance may make everyone think that they are too much of a threat, and they will join forces to eliminate them first."
Unlike Su Yangyu, Guan Shaojun was a little worried.
He looked towards the Tower of the Black Sun full of worry, but in the eyes of others, Palace Master Guan was clearly full of confidence.
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Wei Zong felt like he was passing through a long corridor, surrounded by darkness and unable to see anything. Even his consciousness was severely restricted.
There was nothingness in front of him, so he had no choice but to walk forward. He didn't know how long he had walked, but a strange feeling of weightlessness came over him. As soon as Wei Zong's feet were in the air, he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless cliff.
Soon, the endless darkness swallowed him up...
When Wei Zong regained his vision, he had already arrived at a wilderness that could not be seen to the edge. As far as he could see, it was deserted.
The group of people he followed before have disappeared long ago, and they probably did not teleport to a space with him.
This Tower of the Black Sun is very strange. It is divided into nine floors. Each floor is not a separate space. It is said that there are dozens of spaces on the first floor, and the number of spaces becomes fewer as you go up. When you reach the sixth floor
Above that, basically the space on each floor is unique.
The ninth floor, which is the highest, contains the sealed demon. Because of the sealed demon, the higher you go, the more pressure you will receive from the demon, and your strength will be suppressed.
It is because of this that the Tower of the Black Sun is used for trials. The higher the level you reach, the stronger you are. This is their purpose, to select the strongest in this way. If
I overestimated my capabilities and blindly moved forward. I suffered more pressure than I could bear, and was even in danger of exploding to death. Therefore, when it comes to matters like trials, I still have to act within my capabilities.
Wei Zong felt the surroundings, and there was indeed a vague coercion covering him, which made his spiritual energy run a little stiffer. However, the effect was not great, and it did not have much impact on him.
Wei Zong moved his body slightly to get used to the pressure. After that, he had the leisure to observe the surrounding environment. In his field of vision, he could see from a distance, a beam of light shining all over the sky and the earth.
own light.
If he guessed correctly, it was a passage to a higher level.
Wei Zong was not in a hurry to go up. He wanted to search this floor. Why are so many casual cultivators eager to come to the Tower of the Black Sun? It is because the Tower of the Black Sun is full of treasures.
Therefore, Wei Zong changed his direction and rushed towards the direction where he felt the strongest spiritual power.
After a moment, Wei Zong looked at the medicinal plant in his hand and frowned slightly. This thing is called sand core fruit. It is an excellent material for purifying spiritual power. It is considered a valuable but unmarketable thing in the outside world. But to him
It is of no use at all. His spiritual power is completely converted from the aura of Taichu. It is unrivaled in this world and there is no use for it at all.
"Forget it, it seems there's nothing good on the first floor, so let's go up!"
Wei Zong looked at the sand core fruit in his hand, put it away, and then flew towards the beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth.
As soon as he entered the pillar of light, Wei Zong felt a force wrap around him, causing him to fly up. After a few breaths, Wei Zong saw the light again. This time it was different, much faster.
However……
A sense of crisis is coming...
Wei Zong's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he raised his right hand suddenly, and then he felt a stick hit his hand. Why is Wei Zong's physical training so powerful? He shook his backhand, and he was not injured at all, but instead
The person who attacked him was knocked back several steps.
"So strong!"
The man stumbled back a few steps before barely stopping. He had a look of shock on his face, the stick in his hand buzzed and trembled, and strands of blood kept flowing down his hand.
When he saw clearly that it was Wei Zong, he secretly complained in his heart. He knew that his strength was average and could not reach a few floors, so he ran directly to the second floor with the idea of saping the sap in front of the portal.
No matter who it is, when they come out of the portal, their vigilance is usually the lowest, and when he comes up, he attacks with all his strength. Even people who are much stronger than him may fall into his trap.
After he beats the person to death, he can take away the other person's storage ring. This kind of harvest is much faster than searching for resources in a huge space. This channel connects several first-level spaces, and there is a steady stream of people.
When he came up, he only needed to knock on a few people and he would be strong. He could stop and find a place to hide and wait for the Tower of the Black Sun to open again. But unexpectedly, the second person met the iron plate.
Wei Zong took a look and saw a corpse not far away. It was not a casual cultivator, but a disciple of a powerful force. Except for clothes, all other valuable items on the corpse had disappeared, and the storage ring on his hand had also disappeared.
, it is self-evident in whose hands it falls.
Wei Zong continued to look at the warrior with the stick, and then realized that he had slipped away quietly while Wei Zong was looking at the body. By the time Wei Zong came to his senses, he had already fled a long distance.
"If you run into someone else's hands, you might be able to escape if you're lucky, but it's a pity that you met me!"
Wei Zong took great strides to catch up. His figure was like a ghost. After a few feints, he came behind the stick warrior. The stick warrior felt the breath coming from Wei Zong behind him, and he was so frightened that his back was covered with goose bumps.
, an unspeakable feeling of threat enveloped him.
Without thinking, he shouted low, held a long stick in his hand, exerted force on his waist, and with surging spiritual power, he struck down at Wei Zong like a mountain bearing down on him.
The most important thing for a warrior who wields a stick is the momentum. The stick must be powerful and heavy. It must be said that this warrior has a very deep understanding of the stick and has understood the essence of the stick.
However, it was still useless. Wei Zong raised his arm and easily blocked his blow. The warrior saw that the blow was ineffective, so he used the force of the stick's rebound to twist in mid-air and prepared to continue running away.
It's a pity that Wei Zong will not give him another chance.
Wei Zong looked at the stick-wielding warrior in the air, made a fist seal with his hand, and punched out.
Boom!
Countless air was blown up by Wei Zong's punch, and then the violent fist force, like a volcanic eruption, all bombarded the back of the stick-wielding warrior, tearing apart his body-protecting spiritual power and then tearing his body apart.
Have to be crushed.
Wow~
Blood rained all over the sky. In the blood rain all over the sky, Wei Zong accurately grabbed the storage ring. With a movement of his soul, the restriction on the storage ring was broken. After taking a look, Wei Zong revealed his face.
The look of disappointment.
"If I had known you were so poor, I wouldn't have beaten you. It was a waste of my spiritual energy."