Chapter five hundred and forty first epiphany again
Xiaoxing said something to Zongwei, saying he had no intention of staying here and walked away.
Lin Ming did not expect Blue Star to have such a reaction. Watching Blue Star leave, Lin Ming shook his head, "Boring."
Expressionlessly, he took out the Blood Evil Crystal box from the Sumeru Ring and placed it on the table, "Here are a thousand pieces of medium-grade Blood Evil Crystals. Count them."
"Well, okay.
"Deacon Feng chuckled, took the Blood Evil Crystal, scanned it with his consciousness, and put it away with a smile. If there were more customers like this, he would still have a lot of luck as a deacon.
"Aren't we going to need other war arrays?" Deacon Feng asked earnestly.
Lin Ming thought for a while and said: "There will be three demon kings and demon kings above three stars. There is no need for the others."
Lin Ming was far less interested in fighting against the Fate-level masters than the Emperor-level ones, but it would be good to take this opportunity to learn about the fighting methods of the masters of the Monster Race and the Troll Race.
"Okay, there are six hundred middle-grade blood evil crystals in total."
After going back and forth, Lin Ming almost spent all the middle-grade Blood Evil Crystals he plundered from the Black Rat. Fortunately, he also had Zana and Guyue's, which was enough for occasional expenses.
Lin Ming put away the key to the training ground and the seven formation disks, and said to the girl from the elf clan: "Girl, please continue to take me to the training ground."
"Okay, okay!" The fairy tribe girl looked at Lin Ming with eager eyes. Such financial sponsors are rare, and even if there are, she may not be able to serve in her turn. Someone like Blue Star has already
It's extremely generous.
The space inside the Tower of Babel is very large, especially since Lin Ming’s training ground is located hundreds of feet underground, so he has to walk a long distance. Along the way, the girl from the elf tribe kept chattering to Lin Ming about the rules and matters related to the Tower of Babel, whether they were useful or not.
, including some information about the second-level experts, was also informed to Lin Ming.
As they spoke, the elf girl came closer and closer to Lin Ming, and finally she was almost hanging on Lin Ming's body, and her bumpy body kept pressing against Lin Ming's arm.
Lin Ming gave in several times, but the elf girl followed suit. Lin Ming became impatient and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the evil aura radiated from his body. The elf girl shuddered and hurriedly distanced herself, looking frightened.
In the Tower of Babel, low-level warriors with no status like the fairy girls can only be regarded as higher-level female slaves. They absolutely dare not show their temper to the trialists, which is why the fairy girls are so frightened.
When Lin Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of Qing He. Knowing the tragic fate of these female slaves, his heart softened and he said, "Go on, this is for you."
Lin Ming said as he handed over a small bag of Blood Evil Crystals.
The fairy girl hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and took it. Judging by the weight, there were probably more than ten Blood Evil Crystals inside.
The elf girl continued to introduce the situation of Babel Tower obediently, but at this time, she no longer dared to approach Lin Ming.
The two of them arrived at the training ground and opened the door. There was only a teleportation array here.
The fairy girl said: "Young Master Lin, I can only send you here. Use the key to open the teleportation array and you can go to your room. There are many restrictions in the training ground and you will not be spied on. Please don't worry."
"Okay." Lin Ming responded and put the key into the formation. The next moment, a white light flashed and he appeared in a dark room.
The first feeling he felt when entering this room was cold, extremely cold, which gave him a creepy feeling.
There was a layer of mist in the room, bit by bit, as the overly strong evil spirit condensed into substance.
"The evil spirit in this place is so strong that if a low-level warrior enters, he will probably lose his mind directly. Even a strong person in the innate stage will have his character affected if he stays here for a long time!"
The room was only three feet square, surrounded by a bed made of black rock. There was only a solid wooden pillow on the bed. Other than that, there was not even a bedding. It was extremely depressing.
An ordinary person would probably go crazy if he lived in this kind of environment for a month.
However, this was nothing to Lin Ming. A warrior's retreat was originally an extremely lonely journey of cultivation.
Lin Ming took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the bed, and took out the war array for the Quasi-Emperor's battle.
A blood evil crystal was embedded in the center of the array, and illusions suddenly emerged.
Above the boundless ink ocean, the wind and waves are rolling, and two figures are suspended high above the sea. One of them is wearing a black cloak and holding a spear. He is the troll.
And his opponent was a cold-looking beauty, wearing a black gauze, with pointed ears, black hair like a waterfall, and tiny scales at the corners of her eyes. She looked like a fairy.
"Two quasi-emperors!"
Although the phantom could not see their cultivation at all, Lin Ming felt suddenly frightened for some reason, a panic that seemed to come from the depths of his soul!
"Mere phantoms can retain their momentum, but what if they are real people? This is still a quasi-emperor level. What if it is a real emperor level, a powerful divine sea who has survived seven or eight deaths?
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Lin Ming muttered to himself, his blood boiling in his heart. "Whoosh!"
The troll with a spear struck preemptively and stabbed the cold and charming woman of the elf clan with one shot, and the fierce battle began!
With Lin Ming's eyesight, he couldn't see the movements of the two men at all. He could only see huge waves rising in the ocean, demonic energy shooting out wantonly in the sky, and shadows of swords and guns filling the sky like rolling dark clouds.
The space ripples, and ripples visible to the naked eye radiate out. From a high altitude, they look like blooming black flowers.
"Huh? This is..."
Lin Ming saw that small whirlpools were formed under the ocean, and large amounts of seawater seemed to be swallowed up by invisible mouths.
Is this going to... a space rift?
When Lin Ming experienced the Broken World, the entire world fragments were filled with sea water leaking from the South China Sea, so there were too many small whirlpools like this. If a warrior bumped into them, they would be torn apart by space cracks.
Two halves!
These space cracks did not exist before the battle between the two quasi-emperor masters, so if you guessed correctly, these space cracks were torn out by the strong true essence and energy vortex after their battle.
"Just a quasi-emperor level fight can tear apart space? What about the emperor level?"
Lin Ming was marveling when he discovered that the small whirlpools in the ocean slowly became smaller until they disappeared.
"The space cracks torn apart by the quasi-emperor's fight are only temporary. Stable space has the ability to heal independently. Unless the world is already shattered like it was when we entered the Demon God Emperor's Palace, otherwise those fateful masters want to unite to open up the space.
It’s not that easy either.”
Lin Ming watched intently, over and over again. His naked eyes could not match the speed of the moves of the two quasi-emperor masters. However, the moves and martial arts were not important to Lin Ming. What he looked at was the artistic conception and the laws!
"The troll quasi-emperor's artistic conception seems to contain a power that makes people despair. Looking at his spear moves, it seems that his soul is shattered. Maybe this is like the "destructive artistic conception?"
Lin Ming was secretly surprised. It was just an illusion record that had such power. If he had actually seen them fighting, he didn't know how far they would have reached. Such a terrifying and destructive mood would have shocked a weak-willed warrior just by looking at it.
Their souls will be shattered!
"The fairy woman seems to be using the artistic conception of water and the artistic conception of wind. Her moves are too fast and blurry, which makes people feel that time and space are confused. I am afraid that they also contain the artistic conception of time and space. The fairy tribe is worthy of being the mother of nature.
The darling of the law, this fairy woman has understood too many artistic conceptions, and the most terrifying thing is that she can understand so many artistic conceptions and use them in her moves without any sense of disharmony. It is really incredible!"
There was no result in this battle. The image disappeared after the war reached its peak. It was not known who would win and who would lose. This made Lin Ming feel a great pity. However, he had gained a lot by being able to see so much, especially the goblins.
The tribal women's understanding of wind, time, and space made him feel enlightened.
Combining the experience of entering the Holy Demon Continent and passing through the space passage, Lin Ming had a vague feeling that he had grasped something, but he could not remember it no matter how hard he thought about it.
The power of space and time of the space channel echoed in Lin Ming's mind over and over again. The strange feeling of time distortion, and even the feeling of slowing down his thinking, appeared in Lin Ming's mind like a movie.
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Lin Ming just fell into deep thought, and unknowingly entered into the ethereal martial mind.
Under the blessing of ethereal martial intent, his mental power was concentrated tenfold. His entire breathing seemed to have fallen into a state of indifference, and there was no longer any perception or thought in his body.
Circles of black evil energy gathered around Lin Ming, forming black mist. They floated into Lin Ming's body silently, without any thought at all. The evil energy moved according to instinctive inertia. This was an almost perfect operating route.
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He unknowingly entered the state of enlightenment again, and maintained this state, forgetting time, and it lasted for several days...,
In the past few days, in the arena on the second floor,
"Blue Star wins!" The referee in black raised Blue Star's hand high, "Seven consecutive victories. This is Blue Star's seventh victory. He can continue to win and reach ten consecutive victories. Could it be that he is
The first killing point on the second floor of Babel Tower? Who else wants to challenge Blue Star below?"
The voice of the half-cut black man was full of passion.
"This Blue Star is so powerful. I said before that he has the strength of the Four-Winged Heavenly Demon, but I still underestimated him. He probably has the strength of the mid- to late-stage Four-Winged Heavenly Demon!"
There is a long way from the four-winged demon to the six-winged demon. In the process of the growth of the sixth pair of wings of the demon tattoo, it is divided into the front section, the middle section and the back section.
"Blue Star looks like he will win ten consecutive games. The masters on the second floor will not stop him until he wins ten games in a row."
"That's probably the case. It's rare to raise a fat sheep. Only after Blue Star has won ten consecutive victories and one kill point will it be worth defeating for the masters." (To be continued.)