While Li Ke was lost in thought, Ming Che had already pulled out his sleeves from his hands and strode towards the stairs.
Looking at the slim young man, Li Ke gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the sacred book in his hand, and hit Ming Che's neck with all his strength.
Mingche felt something strange behind him, and turned his face in confusion. The divine book in Li Ke's hand had also hit the side of his neck. Mingche was a mysterious master, and even if he was a god-level powerhouse, without releasing his mysterious power, his body would be stronger than that of an ordinary person.
He is not much stronger, and in order to protect his Ninth Prince, Li Ke also learned martial arts from the knights in the Temple of Light. Although he is not a strong man, he still has the strength of a heaven-level warrior.
The spine of the book hit the side of Ming Che's neck. Ming Che's vision went dark, and his whole body fell softly to the ground.
Li Ke rushed forward to support his body, carefully placed him on the ground, and pulled a cushion and put it under his neck.
"Your Highness, please forgive me for the offense!" Li Ke knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him, "I cannot take care of Your Highness in the future, please forgive me!"
Li Ke stood up, took a look at Ming Che who was unconscious on the ground, turned around and ran downstairs.
A moment later, his people had appeared near the Babel Tower. Looking at the tower that towered into the clouds, with no top visible, and seemed to connect the entire world, Li Ke pursed his lips and pulled out the soft sword from his body.
He flew towards the tower.
With a slight tap of his toes on the steps, he suddenly swung his sword out. The red light on the soft sword glowed brightly, as if it was about to ignite a fire.
There was also a fire burning in Li Ke's heart.
He knew that this time, he would definitely die, so he made no reservations with this sword. He just poured all his true energy into the sword without even leaving any intention to protect his body. Even if he risked his life, even if
Even if he is shattered to pieces, he still wants to open this door to His Ninth Prince.
Take a look and see what's inside the door!
Between the electric light and flint, golden light suddenly appeared.
Li Ke felt a dazzling golden light suddenly appear in front of his eyes, and his whole body was sent flying backwards by a powerful force.
There was a tight pain in the chest, a fishy taste in the throat, and blood spurted out of the mouth along with the shattered internal organs.
Li Ke frowned, his face full of pain.
Not because of pain, not because life has reached its peak, but because I hate my own incompetence, not even being able to help His Highness Ninth Prince open this door!
boom!
He hit the ground hard and diagonally, and the white jade on the floor was shattered by the impact. A large pit four to five meters wide and deep appeared on the jade ground outside the tower that was originally smooth and quiet. Li Ke's
The body was curled up at the bottom of the pit in an incredible state, and the hand holding the sword still maintained its forward posture, like some kind of unwilling totem.
"snort!"
On the steps, there was a cold snort.
Then, the golden light dispersed.
Footsteps sounded, and countless figures came after hearing the sound. They all showed surprised expressions when they saw the big hole on the ground.
"Isn't that the slave of the Great Priest of Light?!"
Finally, someone recognized Li Ke's identity.
Gong Ao, who came over after hearing the sound, sneered, "Why are you still standing there? Go and invite the Great Priest of Light!"
Immediately, someone turned and left.
Upstairs in the Divine Code, Ming Che woke up faintly, and the water-based profound energy in his body started to operate automatically, quickly restoring his body.
Glancing at the book that fell on the floor, the scene just now flashed before his eyes. He immediately got up from the ground and ran towards the Tower of Babel desperately.