What does the appearance of the Zhuxian Pavilion mean? Everyone present outside the Zhuxian Pavilion knows it.
Only when someone climbs to the 80th floor, the Immortal Pavilions will be completely revealed in the inner realm of Canghai. And whether it is the outer realm or the inner realm... everyone can see it.
When the Immortal Pavilions appeared in the Immortal Court, all the monks raised their heads.
Some people were confused, while others were shocked.
Most of the monks who entered the inner realm this time were entering for the first time. They don’t know what this hundred-story tower represents.
But the fireworks from the tower are so majestic that you can tell they are extraordinary just by seeing them.
Being so close, everyone felt that the distance between themselves and the tower was no more than a touch of a hand.
Many people stretched out their hands, and their entire palms were instantly covered in the torrential fireworks, but they did not feel any burning.
These are all illusions, not reality. They are like mirages.
But people were still surprised as to what the sudden appearance of the Wanzhang Ruyun Pavilion was.
Only those second-step monks know what this means.
"Dizhen Taoist Master, as for that old man with a gorgeous body, he is Lingbao Taoist Master.
At this moment, they all stopped and raised their heads.
The tall tower and the fireworks are clearly reflected in the pupils of the eyes.
They all have serious expressions and deep faces.
"The ninetieth floor... Even I have not been able to reach it so far. This is no longer the realm of destruction... Who is it?" Yan Zun frowned and spoke, fear clear in his eyes.
"The person who ascended to Ninety Years is more powerful than us. If something unexpected happens, it will definitely appear in this person. It's not too late, we need to hurry up. We can't delay it again and again."
"You mean...here?"
"Although the crisis is getting worse here, we can no longer delay it. Once that strong man arrives, I am afraid that our plan will be in vain." Yan Zun sighed softly again and said.
Taoist Master Wenzhen pondered for a moment, then looked at Taoist Master Lingbao and said, "Fellow Taoist Master Lingbao, what do you think?"
Although Lingbao Dao Zun is only at the peak of the Nirvana Realm. Based on his own strength, he is far from their two immortal opponents. However, Ling Bao Dao Zun has endless divine objects, and he is not weaker than the Nirvana Realm.
What's more, the key this time still lies with Taoist Master Lingbao. Naturally, we need to ask for his opinion.
Taoist Master Lingbao frowned again and again. Finally he gritted his teeth and made a decision. He said: "The worst I can do is spend all my money to win! This is my chance to die. But you two must abide by your promise and help me in the future." I withstood a murder."
Master Yan and Master Wenzhen looked at each other and smiled, saying, "That's natural."
...
In an ancient tomb, the light has nowhere to escape, and it is completely dark.
There was a young man in Tsing Yi standing on the wall. His body was shaken and he was almost crazy.
"Yes...I, Li Shanling, guessed correctly. It is indeed him...it is him..."
This is Li Shanling, who finally condensed his body under the wall of Canghai Jingxin. He is no longer a divine soul.
The ten thousand-foot-tall tower appeared beside him, but he turned a blind eye.
His eyes were always looking forward.
There was nothing ahead, only mist rolling in. But Li Shanling seemed to have seen a scene that shocked his heart.
That scene made him almost crazy, his heart was broken and he died.
.......
On the ninetieth floor of the Immortal Pavilion, the demonic clone stepped forward one step at a time, with an urgent pace. It was almost five steps per step.
"It's weird. Master Jian, my power is obviously no longer able to overcome the pressure after the eighty-fifth level. Why are you still so light-hearted?"
The sword spirit spoke all the way, but the demonic clone didn't pay any attention to it.
Because his steps are closely following a bright sun.
After he logged into the eighty-fifth floor, a ball of light that had the same origin as the mask of destiny suddenly came out.
There is no need to guess, that is destiny. That is the most powerful supernatural power in all the heavens and worlds.
But as soon as this group of light appeared, it instantly entered the layer above.
The power of the sword master cannot dispel the pressure after the eighty-fifth level, and the demonic clone cannot go any further.
But in desperation, the demonic clone followed. How could we miss what we saw?
With this step, the radiance piled up layer by layer, almost substantively. But the demonic clone discovered that this radiance was still like a light feather to him.
He had no time to wonder about this, and followed step by step. After entering the ninetieth floor, the world shook again, the light dissipated, and was replaced by five-color flowing light.
When he entered the ninety-fifth floor, he was already in seven colors.
"My God, the ninety-fifth floor! This is already the pinnacle of the Sky Realm... Back then, the only people in the Ancient Immortal Court who could enter this level were the Immortal Kings who guarded the five heavenly gates." Master Jian yelled.
"Probably, it's because of the Great Beginning Stone." The demonic clone was silent for a moment while walking, and then replied.
Only this explanation can explain why he was able to reach the ninety-fifth floor.
After reaching the ninetieth level, the magical powers are the most unparalleled in the world. Each one of them can make all the monks in the world fight to the death.
But the demonic clone aims at which form has the strongest magical power.
The light group went up layer by layer, and the demonic clones chased it layer by layer, gradually going up the stairs.
At this moment, the outside world was already in a great commotion. This was just because they saw the fireworks in Zhuxian Pavilion still rising layer by layer, eventually covering thousands of feet.
"One hundred floors..."
"One hundred floors!"
The whole world was shaken, and there were heavy breathing and pounding sounds everywhere.
They couldn't believe this scene.
These one hundred levels... represent the birth of taboos.
At this moment, it was the second step, and all the powerful people were frightened. Whether it was Xuan Zhao, Xuan Nie, or Yan Zun, one of the few immortal beings, they all looked terrified.
The hundredth floor of Zhuxian Pavilion is empty. Even the nine-color stream of light on the ninety-ninth floor has dissipated here.
The brilliance of the demonic clone has faded, revealing its black robe and white hair again. And the glow has stopped moving.
"The strongest magical power..." The demonic clone's eyes flashed, and the brilliance was clearly reflected in his pupils.
How could he not be excited when facing this thing? He stepped forward step by step and stretched out his hand to explore.
Today, the most powerful supernatural power in the world, which has been sealed for countless years, will finally reappear in the human world.
His hand was only an inch away from that ball of light, and if he moved further, he would snatch it into his bag.
However, at the next moment, the demonic clone's fingers trembled violently, and a breeze passed behind him. An extremely white jade hand came out of the air to receive it.
The demonic clone's expression suddenly changed. He did not expect that there would be other monks in this hundred-level land.
He quickly turned around and stretched out his hand to block. However, in the next moment, his body was shaken violently and he stopped motionless.
Because, he saw a face.
And that face was also looking at him at this moment.
In this world, there is a kind of surprise. It only exists between looking back at each other.
With a glance, it turned into something stunning and stunning.