As soon as Wang Fan rushed into the tower, he felt a huge pressure.
In the dark, he seemed to hear a Sanskrit sound, and his vibrating eardrums were buzzing and trembling.
Wang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he instantly became alert.
He endured the discomfort and took two steps forward, but after just two steps, he felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, trying to crush his body.
"What the hell?" Wang Fan murmured, his body bent slightly under the pressure.
But soon, a look of ferocity appeared on his face, and he forcibly straightened his back.
He took another step forward, but after just one step, his head started buzzing and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"What the hell is this place? How could this happen? Only by winning 100 games in a row can you qualify to enter here. But I have just entered and I can't bear it anymore. How can I reach the top?"
Wang Fan was confused and tried to continue walking.
The vibrating Sanskrit sound became louder and louder, causing his body to tremble.
Blood spurted out from the corners of his mouth, and his face quickly turned pale.
"No, with my strength, let alone climbing to the top to gain benefits, even if I take a step on this first level, I'm afraid I will die."
"It's better to quit now, don't say you haven't seen the opportunity yet. Even if you see the opportunity, it's useless if you don't live to enjoy it."
"As for Murong Xian, I can only feel sorry for her."
Wang Fan murmured and quickly made a decision.
He turned around and planned to walk out.
However, as soon as he turned around, his expression changed.
Behind is a space surrounded by golden light, which seems to be endless. As for the door just now, it has long been invisible.
Seeing this scene, Wang Fan really wanted to curse.
Does this count as cheating yourself?
If he had known this, he wouldn't have come in.
Wang Fan tried to take steps backward, but every step he took was no different from taking a step forward. Alexander would still vomit blood even if he didn't say anything.
Wang Fan was about to collapse and he could only continue to look back.
Because only by looking back can he see the stairs leading to the second level, and see hope and goals.
"It is rumored that three powerful emperors died in Guishan. Did they die here?"
Wang Fan said, walking towards the stairs with difficulty.
Two steps, just two steps, a clicking sound came, and his leg bone actually broke.
"ah!"
With a scream, Wang Fan's eyes instantly turned blood red.
At this moment, perhaps due to anger, the blood in his body roared instantly and started churning in his body like boiling water.
The blood vessels were activated on their own, Wang Fan's legs healed in an instant, and he felt much less pressure.
Not only that, a ray of light suddenly emitted from his body and engulfed him crazily forward.
In Wang Fan's stunned eyes, more than half of the golden light was swallowed up in an instant.
"Bloodline? Mixed pattern marks?"
Wang Fan was shocked.
This was the first time he saw that the mixed pattern Dao Mark could actually swallow things.
"Ah, mixed pattern Dao marks, no, no!!!"
Faintly, Wang Fan seemed to hear a sharp scream.
Then with a rumbling sound and the disappearance of the golden light, the first floor of the tower began to collapse from the outside to the inside.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and did not dare to hesitate. He lifted it up and headed towards the stairs.
Outside.
Murong Xian and the monks also vaguely felt the vibration of the tower.
At the same time, an extremely powerful coercion spread out from the tower, with a momentum that shook the sky.
Under that pressure, these monks felt tremendous pressure.
Many monks even knelt down involuntarily and surrendered.
They felt that they were so insignificant and ridiculous in the face of that pressure.
It's as if the other party can take away their lives with just one thought.
Although Murong Xian's face was pale, his delicate body was straight, resisting the pressure.
She was murmuring in her heart, "What's going on? Will something happen to him?"
Inside the tower, Wang Fan quickly ran to the stairs.
Here, he saw a withered skeleton.
This withered skeleton was golden in color, and it was unknown how many years it had been dead. In his hand, he wore a space ring.
Wang Fan glanced at the withered bones, and he had a strong feeling that the previous pressure, as well as the faint Sanskrit sounds and screams, were all caused by the withered bones.
Thinking that the withered bones almost killed him, he instantly became angry and kicked the withered bones directly.
With a roar, the dead bones fell to the ground. At the same time, an angry voice came out, "You little beast, how dare you!"
Along with the sound, an illusory soul appeared in front of him, and it was about to fly towards his mind with its teeth and claws.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and was also angry.
This old turtle who has lived for who knows how many years actually wants to take away his body.
He didn't even think about talking nonsense, he directly summoned the mixed pattern Dao Mark and rushed towards the soul body.
"Ah, no, no!!!" Seeing the mixed pattern mark, the soul body screamed in horror, but it disappeared under the impact of the mixed pattern mark.
Wang Fan put away the space ring on the withered finger, without even looking at the withered bone, and quickly rushed to the second floor.
As soon as Wang Fan rushed to the second floor, he saw a large area of immortal veins.
The second level is not surrounded by golden light like the first level, but is surrounded by fairy energy.
The space is filled with a strong aura of fairy spirit, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.
Wang Fan wanted to use the space ring to collect all these immortal veins, but he soon found to his dismay that he could not use his mental power.
Even if the mixed pattern Dao Mark has returned to the body and the mixed pattern Dao Mark has been sacrificed, it still won't work.
"What the hell is this place?"
Wang Fan murmured in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started practicing.
The Taixuan Sutra was running wildly, and the immortal spiritual energy turned into streams of spiritual mist, rushing towards his body, but it did not penetrate into his Dantian, but began to temper his body.
I don't know how long it took before all the immortal spiritual veins dissipated, and Wang Fan could see everything on the second level clearly.
On this second level, there are dozens of dead bones, but not a single space ring remains.
Obviously, they are all people who died here.
Wang Fan continued walking towards the third floor.
As soon as he reached the third floor, his expression changed.
"Whoosh!"
A ray of sword light suddenly shot through the air and struck directly at his head.
Wang Fan felt this scene and his expression changed drastically.
He didn't care about his image at all, rolled around suddenly and hid.
The sword light struck the ground, causing a roar, but there was no so-called crack.
After Wang Fan stabilized his body, he looked up and saw an invisible man in black robes, holding a simple long sword and staring at him coldly.
"A living person?"
Wang Fan's expression changed.
Is this guy trapped here after winning hundreds of games in a row, or is he the original owner of this place?
"Young man of the spiritual cultivating lineage, you are not welcome here, get out!"
Just as Wang Fan was thinking about it, the man suddenly spoke, his voice was eerie and penetrating.