Only one person is allowed to enter the King's Tower at a time, and the next person cannot step in until they leave the tower.
Here, there is no such thing as first come, first served, everything depends on strength. Of course, because you can't take action here, you don't have to give face to the other party, but after you leave here, it may turn into a life-and-death feud.
Today, there are still people trying to break into the tower, and others can only wait.
And as long as you enter the scope of the King's Tower, no matter how long you stay, you will not miss the ten-year deadline. This is very strange. Similarly, here, the power can be quickly recovered after being consumed, but no matter how you practice, the speed of improvement is also different.
Pretty much the same as the outside world.
Otherwise, if someone comes here and deliberately stays here without breaking into the tower or leaving, and just practices like this, wouldn't he be able to use the pure power here to improve his cultivation to an extremely high level.
At this time, a burst of light seemed to rise from the bottom of the King's Tower. In an instant, several colors flashed across the King's Tower and shot directly into the sky.
Boom boom boom!
A series of explosions resounded throughout the world, vibrating in the sky above the King's Tower, impacting in all directions, with a mighty force that contained an indescribable Taoist charm.
Red!
orange color!
yellow!
green!
A total of four colors of ceilings exploded in the sky, as bright, dazzling and eye-catching as fireworks.
It is gorgeous, charming, and contains infinite mystery. It makes people dizzy, and they stare at it without even blinking, as if they are intoxicated by it.
"Smallpox..." Chen Zong couldn't help but marvel.
This is the ceiling. It looks so gorgeous and charming, so mysterious, so profound and boundless.
Immediately, a new name appeared on the four-color king monument.
Immediately afterwards, a figure projected out from the King's Tower and appeared in front of everyone.
There were many eyes staring away with envy.
The four-color ceiling is very rare.
In an instant, several figures turned into streams of light and flew out, rushing towards the King's Tower at an astonishing speed.
The speed of one of the figures surged, and in an instant, it crashed into the King's Tower and entered it, while the other figures were blocked by an invisible force and stopped without any damage.
Everyone continued to wait.
It seemed that I didn't have to wait long before the news started to fly.
Three-color ceiling!
"Get out!" Saint Taixuan was extremely overbearing, and the terrifying aura that had reached the eighth level of the Saint Realm exploded, impacting all directions, and directly blasting away all those who wanted to compete.
This does not count as actively attacking others, so it will not be punished by the King's Tower.
It can be said that Holy Son Taixuan is the one with the highest cultivation level among all the people present. In terms of cultivation, only Holy Son Tianlin and Holy Son Zhengu can rival him, and no one else can compare with him.
Moreover, Saint Taixuan's strength can be said to be the strongest here, at least it is generally recognized.
Once out, no one can compete.
In an instant, Holy Son Taixuan broke into the King's Tower.
"I wonder how many smallpox explosions Holy Son Taixuan can cause?" one of the geniuses said in a low voice.
"Nine-Colored Smallpox!" A disciple of Taixuan Saint Palace said with confidence, and his words were filled with unparalleled belief in Taixuan Saint Son.
"Nine colors!" Gong Tianxing also said, equally confident.
Every disciple of Taixuan Holy Palace is so confident that he is sure that Taixuan Holy Son can detonate the nine-color ceiling.
The Holy Son Taixuan is extremely talented and powerful, and the possibility of detonating Nine-Colored Smallpox is not small.
Time passes slowly, one breath, two breaths and three breaths.
Everyone is very patient.
After all, those who can cultivate to the holy realm will not be able to go far if they are impatient.
Soon, an hour passed, and Saint Taixuan was still in the tower.
An hour and a half passed, and Saint Taixuan was still in the tower.
Chen Zong has never broken through the King's Tower, so he doesn't know exactly what it is like.
Two hours later, an extremely intense light shot straight up from the bottom of the King's Tower, causing the entire King's Tower to flicker and ripple with brilliant light.
Boom boom boom!
Rays of light suddenly shot straight into the sky from the top of the King's Tower, detonating in the clear blue sky for thousands of miles.
Red!
orange color!
yellow!
green!
blue!
blue!
Purple!
It was already a colorful ceiling, and everyone was staring at it. The colorful ceiling was definitely not the upper limit of the Holy Son Taixuan.
In an instant, a majestic silver stream of light shot straight into the sky, exploded in the center of the colorful ceiling, and turned into thousands of dazzling silver streams of light, tracing an incomparably beautiful trajectory. The trajectory was pleasing to the eye and contained infinite mystery.
Colorful ceiling!
Everyone's expressions became solemn.
Can it detonate the nine-color ceiling?
You know, there are hundreds of names on the Eight-Colored King Monument, but there are only thirteen on the Nine-Colored King Monument.
Detonating the Nine-Colored Smallpox is destined to be listed on the Nine-Colored King Monument, which will shock the past and present.
Light suddenly rose from the King's Tower to the sky. It was a touch of gold, dazzling gold, dazzling gold, incomparable gold, so golden that it dazzled people.
Gold color!
The last touch!
The golden light was as dazzling as a comet, exploding in the sky in an instant. Countless golden lights filled half of the sky, illuminating half of the originally blue sky that seemed to have been washed away.
"Nine-colored ceiling!"
Many people were lost.
At the same time, in the sky above Tianyuan Sanctuary, the nine-colored ceiling seemed to be born from nothingness and bloomed high in the sky.
"Nine-colored ceiling!"
Suddenly, many people looked up to the sky and were shocked to see the nine-colored ceiling that exploded at the highest point of the sky.
"How many years have passed, and someone has exploded the nine-colored ceiling again."
Smallpoxes appeared high in the sky and fell in all directions with mysterious trajectories, filled with extremely mysterious aura fluctuations. This aura was overwhelming and endless, shocking everyone.
Nine-colored smallpox is the highest-level phenomenon in the King's Tower. Throughout the ages, there have been very few people who can detonate nine-colored smallpox.
Thousands of years have passed since the last nine-colored smallpox explosion.
After thousands of years, someone actually detonated the nine-color smallpox, which can't help but shock people.
In fact, being able to detonate seven-color ceiling is already very amazing, and detonating eight-color ceiling is also extremely amazing, and nine-color ceiling is even more shocking to the extreme.
Everyone who can detonate eight-color smallpox will be famous forever, and the one who detonates nine-color smallpox is even more indescribable.
"I wonder who detonated the nine-colored ceiling?"
In the Taixuan Realm, everyone in the Taixuan Holy Palace looked up at the sky, looking at the nine-colored ceiling that exploded and fell in all directions, and they all showed a touch of confidence.
"In this life, the only one who can detonate the nine-color smallpox is Brother Tianshen."
"That's right, no one can detonate the nine-color ceiling except Senior Brother Tianshen."
This is self-confidence, the unparalleled confidence Taixuan Holy Palace has in Taixuan Holy Son.
An old man with a long white beard was smiling, stroking his soft white beard, the old god said: "The one who detonated the nine-color smallpox this time must be the Holy Son."
"Yes, besides the Holy Son, who else has such ability." Other elders agreed one after another.
confidence!
confidence!
This shows the astonishing power of Saint Taixuan.
And their guesses were all correct. Indeed, it was Saint Taixuan who detonated the nine-colored ceiling, which was extremely shocking.
In the small world of the King's Tower, the light of the nine-color ceiling was still flowing in the sky. A figure wrapped in the nine-color light suddenly shot out from the King's Tower, falling like a comet.
The nine-colored rays of light converged into the body, revealing a figure with peerless elegance.
Holy Son Taixuan!
Chen Zong felt keenly that the aura of Saint Taixuan who had passed through the King's Tower seemed to have changed and was a little different.
It seems to be more harmonious and more in tune with this world.
This means that Saint Taixuan has been highly recognized by the King's Tower, and has been highly recognized by the will of the world of Lingwu Holy World.
The more colorful the ceiling detonated when breaking into the King's Tower, the deeper the recognition will be, and the deeper the understanding of the mysteries of heaven and earth will be.
Therefore, those with high talent will have greater benefits after breaking through the King-Sealing Tower and getting the title, and vice versa, the benefits will be smaller.
Those who detonated the Yicai smallpox were recognized to a relatively low degree, and their assistance in understanding the mysteries of heaven and earth could not be increased much, but it was better than nothing.
Immediately, Holy Son Tianlin broke into the King's Tower and began to break into the tower.
Holy Son Tianlin is one of the three contemporary Holy Sons, and his reputation is not inferior to that of Holy Son Taixuan.
Therefore, many people speculate whether the Holy Son Tianlin is also expected to detonate the nine-color smallpox.
Nearly two hours later, bunches of smallpox shot straight into the sky, exploded, and scattered across countless arcs of light.
Colorful!
This is not the end of Holy Son Tianlin.
Immediately, the eighth-color silver ceiling rose into the sky, detonating in all directions.
However, the golden ceiling of the ninth color did not appear.
Eight colors!
At the same time, in the Tianyuan Sanctuary, eight-colored ceiling flowers also fell randomly, causing shock again. However, with the nine-color ceiling beads and jade of Taixuan Saint in front, the shock caused by the eight-color ceiling was not that strong.
Under the flash of eight-colored light, Holy Son Tianlin appeared outside the King's Tower. He also knew that what he detonated was eight-colored smallpox, so he was inevitably a little disappointed because he could not compare with Holy Son Taixuan.
It can be said that in the past, the three holy sons were tied. Although his own strength may not be comparable, at least in the eyes of many people, the three holy sons were tied.
But from now on, Holy Son Tianlin and Holy Son Taixuan are separated and no longer belong to the same level.
After that, he, the Holy Son of Tianlin, was subordinated to the Holy Son of Taixuan. This feeling was very unpleasant and the gap was huge.
After Holy Son Tianlin, Holy Son Zhengu broke into the King's Tower and began to break into the tower.
More than an hour and nearly two hours later, the Holy Son Zhengu also broke into the tower and detonated the colorful ceiling.
In fact, the detonation of the eight-colored smallpox was extremely shocking. After all, only a few hundred people have detonated the eight-colored smallpox in the past. Now, two people have detonated the eight-colored smallpox.
However, if there is a nine-colored ceiling in front of you, it will inevitably be affected, just like when the bright moon hangs in the sky, the light of the stars will inevitably be obscured. This is a helpless thing.
From now on, the era when the three Holy Sons were side by side has passed. It is the Holy Son Taixuan who dominates the current generation and dominates the previous generation.
Many people believe that this life will be the one where Saint Taixuan suppresses his peers. He will spread his name to Tianyuan and be famous throughout the ages. He will be remembered by countless people, as if it is imprinted in the soul and cannot be forgotten.
Looking at the nine-color ceiling one after another, Chen Zong felt a little excited and took a step forward.