The sword light bloomed in the eyes like a white streak.
Meng Zhi opened his eyes suddenly.
The consciousness spreads and the breath steams.
He found that he had returned to the palace again.
It is surrounded by tall stone pillars with seals and talismans carved on them.
The formation suppressed the surging spiritual energy.
Meng Zhi did not absorb the spiritual energy, but instead frowned suddenly.
Recalling the strange things I encountered in the Tower of Babel just now.
Meng Zhi always thought that the Tower of Babel was an illusion created by Master Fox, specifically used to train his spiritual consciousness and visualization skills.
However, after hearing the mysterious man's words, the Tower of Babel was cast into a layer of mystery.
"Fooled?"
"What did you fall for?"
"Is it about the acquired body, or something else?"
Meng Zhi pondered for a long time, and instead of relaxing, his brows became more and more furrowed.
If you want to know what is the reason, it is best to ask the person involved directly. However, once you open your mouth, it may completely expose something and make him fall into a more passive situation.
Even people who are close to him have to have their own sense of proportion, not to mention that now he is seeking advice as an apprentice, hoping to gain the inheritance of the elders and step onto a higher level.
Their identities are not on the same level.
It is he who needs to pass on the inheritance.
Resources are needed.
That's why there is this trial.
If he asked, it would not only be questioning, but also rude.
It is true to say so, but when it comes to matters of wealth and life, one must be cautious.
Meng Zhi concentrated his mind and breathed in and out, and then his turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.
After the Great Zhoutian movement, Guanfa sat in the sea of consciousness. Meng Zhi's frown slowly smoothed away, and the look on his face became much calmer. He told himself over and over again that this was the path he chose, even if it was
It's time to brave the mountains of swords and seas of fire.
What else?
Is it possible to stay in the realm of golden elixir all your life and become a handful of loess after hundreds of years?
He was not willing to do this.
…
"Uneasy?"
The gray-haired old man sat under the locust tree and glanced at the young man who was practicing Dharma.
"Maybe he was injured by the sword light in the Tower of Babel." Meng Zhi recalled the swordsman in blue shirt he faced at that time.
His face suddenly showed surprise.
He really didn't expect there to be such a person. He used his sword to chase the stars and the sun. When it fell, the river seemed to be cut off by the ethereal sword light.
But such a swordsman only has the aura of foundation building.
So he smiled and said: "Those monks in the illusion are all differentiated by your spiritual consciousness, Mr. Fox. No wonder they are so powerful."
Speaking of this, Meng Zhi's eyes flashed with a look of expectation.
He seemed to be waiting for the old man to say something about the illusion.
The old man just said calmly: "This man was originally a disciple of Qingyun Temple in Xiaohuangyu. He was transformed by demons and later fell into my hands. He is also a good young man."
He said and pinched it with a snap of his fingers.
Mengzhi suddenly found himself back in the Tower of Babel.
Inside the Babel Tower, he didn't know the specific passage of time. The last time he fought on the hill until dusk, it seemed like a moment had passed outside. This made him couldn't help but sigh at the power of Master Fox's methods.
Let him have more time to practice out of thin air.
Meng Zhi, who stepped onto the hill, pondered: "It turned out to be... and then I fell into..."
"What does it mean?"
"Could it be that these monks or monsters I saw were once living creatures?"
Meng Zhi was shocked.
"You...guess..."
A majestic and ethereal voice came from afar, and seemed to be whispering softly in the ears.
I don’t know why it sounds so out of frame, and I have to guess every sentence.
"Don't panic, your consciousness is too weak...get on...the highway...and come quickly"
The voice became weaker and weaker, turning into the breath of wind and disappearing in my ears.
Meng Zhi pieced together the message.
He felt that he was too far away from the other party to hear clearly.
Then he looked up.
If it is said that the higher up the Tower of Babel, the more powerful the monks are, then the strength of someone who can transmit messages to Master Fox without him even noticing must be unfathomable.
If the other party was like the blue-shirted swordsman, he was once an outsider and later fell into the Tower of Babel, he should still be on top of the tower.
"More than two years."
Mengzhi muttered in his heart.
He doesn't have much time.
When the temple comes two years later, he will enter it to refine the soul of the Holy Tiger Demon.
Master Fox only asked him to hone his spiritual consciousness and improve his cultivation, but did not ask him to do anything else.
Maybe whether it's the secret of the Babel Tower or the question about the soul of the Tiger Demon, you can get the answer you want from that ethereal voice.
Compared to Master Fox's aloof status, the person who sent him a message in this situation must have wanted him to do something.
In this way, he can talk to him on a more equal footing.
"Ascend higher!"
Mengzhi raised his head and looked at the upper floors of Babel Tower.
The eyes are firm.
…
The end of the long bridge.
In front of the high platform of the dance pavilion, the middle-aged man in a robe moved his mouth slightly, but his expression was still calm as he stared at the Jinghu in front of him, only there were faint ripples on the fish float.
The hanging cloud is like a clay and stone sculpture, motionless.
He still needs to wait and wait for an opportunity.
Venerable Chuiyun lowered his eyes.
Sighing the horror of returning to ruins without a shore.
With his sub-sage realm, it is impossible to open the realm of Guixu from the inside.
Tu Shanjun, an old thief, is very cautious and does not use the Return to Ruins Realm to recruit the second God-Transforming Lord.
If Fa Hui's Yang Shen stepped into this place that day, he was confident that they could break it open from the inside with the combined strength of the two. What made his hope come to nothing was that the main soul would rather let go of a genius than give him a chance.
In fact, Chuiyun didn't know that it wasn't because the main soul was cautious, but because Fahui and the main soul had similar cultivation levels. Once they fell into the Ruins Realm, they would be sucked into the soul flag.
There is simply no chance for the two of them to join forces.
Yang Shen did not receive the favor simply because he did not want to expose his powerful ability to improve his cultivation.
Not far from the valley hall, there is a huge crooked-neck tree. The main soul is sitting under the tree, holding up the tea bowl in front of him, and his eyes pass over the book in his hand.
It is still the biography of the Holy Lord.
However, this is not the Holy Lord Guhun from the ancient city, but a Holy Lord from the Northwest Demon Sect. It is said that this person’s descendant appeared in the ancient city.
There was a lot of commotion a few years ago. If he remembered correctly, that person should be called "Jing".