Everything is as usual in front of the Shura Blood Tower. The only difference is that the green light on the eighteenth floor of the Shura Blood Tower actually shines on the last floor - the eighteenth floor!
It has been three months, and Jun Wuxie and Su Zisha have almost moved into the courtyard built three months ago.
The two of them watched the floors of Shura Blood Tower constantly changing every day, feeling unspeakable worries in their hearts.
Now, it’s the last level.[
For them, it is a good phenomenon, but it is also a bad phenomenon.
The good news is that Luo Qingyue finally reached the highest level of Shura Blood Tower step by step.
The bad thing is that the danger at the last level is self-evident.
Just because you walked up, doesn't mean you can come out.
You may even die inside and never be reincarnated!
The clear wind blew leisurely, lifting the dark hair on Jun Wuxie's shoulders, and stared at the Shura Blood Tower with his deep eyes. For three months, this way of life seemed to have become a habit.
Apart from eating and going to bed every day, the rest of the time seems to be spent looking at the Shura Blood Tower.
All the green lights are on, except the eighteenth floor.
Back then, he broke into the Blood Tower alone and fought hard on the eighteenth floor for ten days.
The dangers there follow every step of the way.
There is no denying that the eighteenth floor is definitely a hell!
Inside the Shura Blood Tower, Luo Qingyue was dressed in white and lightly wrapped, standing proudly in the middle of the eighteenth floor.
It has been more than ten days since I came here.
Looking at the sun rising and setting outside, Luo Qingyue could also estimate the approximate time.
Three months have passed. She has climbed to the top of the tower step by step and passed through seventeen gates of life and death. Now she stands here, aware of the danger, but very calm.
The eighteenth floor is worthy of being the top of Shura Blood Tower. Unlike the previous seventeen floors, there is a tower guard here.
At first glance, this place looks like a modern computer room.
The large space is filled with rolling mills and iron wheels.
In this era of cold weapons, these iron wheels made of iron chains are obviously far behind.[
Glancing around, Luo Qingyue saw that on the eighteenth floor, there were not only these machines on the ground, but also countless iron chains on the walls.
The iron chain was as thick as an adult elephant's leg and exuded a cold aura.
Chains hung in various directions on the wall, but in the middle of the east wall, a head that looked like a little fox was clearly revealed.
Despite this, the fox's head was obviously made of black iron.
The cold silence is embedded in the wall, like a decoration.
The strange thing is that the fox's head is carved lifelike, but its eyes are closed.
Perfect wall carvings, engraved in the most conspicuous position in the east.
The eighteenth floor is already gloomy, but seeing such a wall sculpture gives people a suffocating feeling.
The sound of "creak, creak, creak" resounded in the silent space, which was the sound made by the iron machines placed there.
It's hoarse and sounds extremely harsh.
Axue poked her little head out of Luo Qingyue's arms, took a look at the novel world, and wondered: "Yueyue, it turns out that the eighteenth floor looks like this. It's so noisy, these iron things are spinning every day,
Aren’t they too troublesome?”
In Ashue's subconscious, it unanimously believes that no matter what kind of creature it is in the world, it has life or consciousness.
This way of thinking has a great relationship with its life experience.