Leng Mei walked towards him slowly and smiled: "Although I don't know how big the gap is between the cultivators in the lower realm and the cultivators in your heaven and the land. But I do know that there is a cultivator in the lower realm who has probably broken through the Buddha Tongtian at this time.
It’s the thirtieth floor of the tower.”
"The thirtieth floor?" Zilong Luoshatian was suddenly moved: "Who is he?"
Leng Mei slowly said: "Yan Lie."
Zilong Rakshatian frowned, it seemed like he really didn't know.
"Stop talking nonsense. Come on!" Leng Mei misplaced her hands. Without her weapon, she had only a pair of fleshy palms to fight against the enemy.
Purple Dragon Rakshatian frowned: "Practitioners from the lower realm..."
Leng Mei smiled sweetly: "Zilong Luoshatian, rather than worrying about me, you should worry about yourself. I already know your weakness from that blow just now. Next, who will win and who will lose is not yet certain!
"
Zilong Rakshasa was stunned and subconsciously looked at his feet.
At this moment, the surrounding fog suddenly changed. Leng Mei walked toward him step by step. There was a sly smile on her lips. Although her body was covered in blood, the confidence in her eyes was impossible to ignore.
At the same time, Zilong Luoshatian found that the surrounding scenery had also changed. The stone forest disappeared and was replaced by a dark void. And he could quickly feel his power passing away rapidly!
this……
"You! What on earth did you do?" Zilong Luoshatian's face changed and he asked angrily: "What kind of magic did you use?"
Leng Mei still smiled like a spring flower: "I didn't use any magic. I just opened my barrier to cover you and me. In this barrier, you and I will have a fair duel."
Leng Mei explained kindly as she opened the barrier: "I hurt you just now, but your healing speed was too fast. Let me see the clues. Purple Dragon Rakshasa Tian, the source of your power is actually this small world, isn't it?
?The first eleven of the twelve Rakshasa Heavens are their own strength. In fact, as long as I kill the first Rakshasa Heaven, I can basically defeat them. But only you can never be defeated. No.
You are too strong because the energy of this small world is too strong!"
Purple Dragon Luoshatian sighed after hearing this: "You saw the flaw. That's all!"
He is trapped in the barrier by Leng Mei, and losing is only a matter of time. Fighting or not fighting has the same meaning.
He looked at Leng Mei with admiration: "Although we lost, it may be an opportunity to stay with you and leave this small world."
Leng Mei saw him admitting defeat, but she still didn't dare to let down her guard. She suddenly asked: "By the way, have you ever seen Yan Lie? He is also a cultivator in the lower realm?"
Zilong Luoshatian shook his head: "No."
"Why?" Leng Mei muttered.
At this time, Purple Dragon Rakshasa Tian had begun to turn into a purple Buddha bead, and the phantom energy in his body immediately moved towards Leng Mei.
Leng Mei immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, desperately absorbing the phantom energy of the Purple Dragon Rakshasa. At this time, the purple Buddha beads were attached to her earlobes, and the purple light was strong.
Leng Mei's whole body was shocked, and the phantom energy in her body began to flow rapidly, and the phantom energy of various colors on the faint Yintang flowed everywhere.
She is about to start a breakthrough!
In the dark void, those eyes looked at Leng Mei in the small world with slight surprise.
"She actually broke through at this time. But normally, the power of the Twelve Rakshasa Heavens is injected into her body. It would be strange if she doesn't break through."
His eyes turned to the other side. The small world on that side was indescribably tragic even if the world collapsed. One or two of the dozen or so heaven-level experts were left, and the remaining one or two had long since reached the end of their strength.
In this small world, mountains and rivers collapsed and the earth cracked. Only the man in red standing among the piles of ruins and corpses looked at everything in front of him evilly like a god or demon.
"It's already the thirtieth floor." The voice sighed: "It's too scary! He still seems to have some strength left. It's more than enough to break through to the fiftieth floor. If it weren't for the specialness of the Pagoda Babel Tower, he would have been blasted through it long ago.
