Everyone's eyes fell on the young man who was nailed to the ground with a long sword, causing an uproar.
Bang bang bang!
At the same time, figures were thrown out from the Tower of Babel.
These are all Xue Li's men. Although they are not dead, their Dantian has been crushed by Zhuo Wen. It will cost a lot to recover.
"You...who are you?" Xue Li was shocked with anger and fright.
Xiao Hei sat on the hilt of the sword, crossed his legs, glanced sideways at Xue Li under the sword, and said happily: "You don't even know my name? What a country bumpkin."
Xue Li's eyes narrowed, he stared at Xiao Hei fearfully, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Even our Lord Long doesn't know this. He's really ignorant! You have to listen carefully. Our Lord Long is an extremely noble dragon clan with tremendous strength. How can you and other mortals understand?"
The Blood Immortal Sword appeared beside Xiao Hei at some unknown time, speaking arrogantly, as if I was arrogant and you are all mortals.
The Blood Immortal's tone was extremely high-pitched, which frightened many monks around him. Even Xue Li was stunned for a moment.
The dragon race is very famous in the starry sky and is also one of the most powerful races in the starry sky. Whether it is bloodline or strength, it far exceeds the human race.
Although dragons also appeared in the Tiankai Continent back then, they were not real dragons. They were just powerful Yuan beasts imagined by dragons. There was still a huge difference between them and the real dragons.
And contrary to the bite, the dragon clan has always had a good reputation in the eight heavens, and the dragon clan also represents nobility and power, and is even the object of worship by many monks.
Now, the blood sword spirit that suddenly appeared actually said that the little black dog sitting on the hilt of the sword and looking at its legs was a noble dragon, which made many monks suspicious.
"Dragon clan! The dragon clan has not appeared in the sky for a long time. Is it really possible that this is the dragon clan?"
"Isn't it possible? This is obviously a little black dog. How does it look like a dragon from beginning to end?"
"Keep your voice down, this weapon spirit is not easy to mess with..."
There were many monks whispering around, and even Xue Li sneered: "Dragon Clan? That's a noble race that's aloof. Do you think it's possible for you to be like this?"
"Xiao Xie Zi, palm mouth fifty!" Xiao Hei said calmly and calmly.
The Blood Immortal gave a flattering smile, and then slapped Xue Li on the mouth very quickly, without any politeness.
"How dare you question Mr. Long? Now Mr. Long will show you his power right away!" the Blood Immortal said with great arrogance.
Swish, swish, swish!
In an instant, eyes fell on Xiao Hei sitting on the hilt of the sword. Many monks around him were ready to make a move.
The Dragon Clan has not appeared in the Heavenly Realm for a long time. From birth to now, these monks have only heard of the existence of the Dragon Clan in legends.
Although Xiao Hei didn't look like a dragon in any way, they still looked forward to the fact that this little black dog could really display the dragon's power.
Facing the gazes one after another, Xiao Hei stood proudly, his tail swaying unconsciously, as if he was feeling cold at the height.
"Longwei? Humph..." Xiao Hei sneered disdainfully.
"Maybe this guy is really a dragon, he looks quite impressive!"
Everyone was shocked and stared at Xiao Hei with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
"It's just a mere dragon's power. I'll show my true form for you to worship me." Xiao Hei sneered again, pretending to be as similar as possible.
"Hiss! You actually want to show your true form? This guy is serious. Maybe we really misunderstood this guy." There was an uproar around him.
Even Xue Li, who was nailed to the ground by the Thunder Fire Sword, showed surprise and uncertainty, and was obviously calmed down by Xiao Hei's momentum.
"Lord Long is mighty, his power is boundless, he is invincible, and he is invincible in all battles. The true god is in vain, and they are all rubbish!"
The blood fairy, a flatterer, sized up the situation, and when Xiao Hei was about to show off, he immediately flattered Xiao Hei shamelessly.
Xiao Hei took a deep breath, jumped up suddenly, and a dragon roar that shook the sky suddenly resounded and spread throughout the sky.
Everyone was shocked. This dragon roar was extremely powerful and deafening, completely frightening everyone present.
Then, Xiao Hei jumped up and turned into a huge black dragon hundreds of thousands of feet tall in the sky.
There are three pairs of dragon wings on the back of the black dragon, and the dark and cold dragon scales are shiny and reflect the ferocious white light.
A terrifying pressure was suddenly crushed down. This pressure had no real power, but it gave all the monks the feeling of facing a powerful superior.
The huge black dragon seems to be suspended in the sky, it is the supreme existence. This is the suppression of blood.
"It's really a dragon. I saw it right. This dragon's power is so powerful!"
For a moment, countless monks around them showed excitement and awe, looking up at the huge black dragon hovering in the sky.
"How is that possible?" Xue Li spat out a mouthful of blood, his heart filled with fear.
Zhuo Wen in black stood silently at the door of Babel Tower, looking at Xiao Hei who was still showing off, and sighed slightly in his heart.
This terrifying pressure was not released by Xiao Hei, but by Zhuo Wen in black.
After all, the Devourers are a powerful race in the starry sky. They are no weaker than the Dragon Clan, and their coercion is enough to intimidate all monks.
The main reason why Xiao Hei did this was to frighten the monks on the eleventh level.
These monks were unable to move forward and did not want to go back to the tenth floor, so they gathered near the Babel Tower. Xue Li's defeat by Zhuo Wen would inevitably cause these monks to rush into the Babel Tower crazily, and the situation would be difficult to control.
Xiao Hei came up with this bad idea and wanted to use dragon clan gimmicks to scare everyone.
"I don't know whether Xiao Hei's idea is good or bad..." Zhuo Wen rubbed his head and said helplessly.
The black dragon disappeared and turned into a little black dog, and the terrifying pressure receded like a tide.
Xiao Hei looked at Erlang's legs, sat on the hilt of the sword, and said to the people around him: "Since you know that I am a dragon, don't you all come up with something to honor me? Of course, I only need to refine weapons.
I don’t need other materials, Master Long.”
"I have a black flame crystal here!"
"I have red and white flashing rocks!"
"I have……"
Immediately, each of the monks looked attentive and donated all the various weapon refining materials they had.
Xiao Hei accepted everyone who came one by one, put all the refining materials into the spirit ring, and then asked the blood fairy to put them away.
"Not bad, not bad! I am very pleased that you can send so much material!" Xiao Hei said with satisfaction.
"Sir, I heard that the dragon clan has a powerful talent called the rain from the sky. It is said that the rain that falls can remove impurities and hidden diseases on the monks, and make the monks' qualifications closer to perfection. Can you please use this talent?
Supernatural powers.”
Suddenly, excited voices came from the crowd, followed by everyone's approval.
"That's right! I also heard that the Dragon Clan has the innate magical power of rain from the sky. In a long time ago, a great Lord Dragon God once dropped this kind of rain in the eight heavens. Many monks have been blessed."
A series of shouts rang out from the crowd.
"Uh... Rain from the sky? What is this?"
Xiao Hei murmured in a low voice, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Fortunately, his voice was relatively low, so no one around him could hear him clearly.
"Please, Lord Dragon God, give me some sweet rain!"
Everyone's eyes were excited. They all knelt on the ground and shouted in unison. They even called him Lord Dragon God.
"Master Long, it seems you've gone too far!" The Blood Fairy's legs trembled and he turned his ear towards Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He looked down at the enthusiastic crowd around him and knew that this time he was really playing a big game.
"Everyone, please be patient. I will use the rain from the sky immediately. You wait outside first. I need to brew it in the Tower of Babel!"
With that said, Xiao Hei fled into the Tower of Babel.
"Boy, hurry up and enter the Tower of Babel. You can't stay here, otherwise we will be beaten soon." Xiao Hei quickly sent a message to Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked at Xiao Hei speechlessly and sighed softly. He knew that this guy was extremely unreliable. Now that he had failed to show off, he could only run away in a hurry.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen came to the center of the tower, where there was a staircase going up.
This staircase looks transparent, but it can actually be felt.
Zhuo Wen put away the Thunder Fire Sword and stepped onto the stairs suddenly, and then a strong pressure hit his face.
Unfortunately, Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness was much stronger than the pressure of the steps, and he climbed up the steps step by step.
Moreover, Zhuo Wen discovered that every time he climbed a step, he felt as if he had climbed a thousand meters. After ten steps, the hall at the bottom of the tower was no longer visible.
"The monks who enter the Tower of Babel will be assigned an independent space, so after you board the Tower of Babel, you won't meet other people, and you don't have to worry about the group of people behind catching up with us." Xiao Hei said slowly.
Zhuo Wen rolled his eyes fiercely. Most of these guys were successful but failed, and Zhuo Wen didn't bother to pay more attention to them.
As he stepped up the stairs step by step, Zhuo Wen found that the pressure was increasing, and this pressure was specifically aimed at spiritual consciousness.
Zhuo Wen's spiritual consciousness is so powerful that he doesn't care about this pressure.
After walking for about half a day, Zhuo Wen stepped out. A thunderous sound came from between his feet, and then Zhuo Wen stepped out of the steps.
Zhuo Wen looked around and found that this was still a hall, but the hall was empty. There was still a staircase in the center of the hall.
"Keep going up!"
Zhuo Wen continued to step out and climbed the stairs. The pressure on this ladder was much stronger than the one on the eleventh floor.
After a while, Zhuo Wen climbed to the thirteenth floor, and Zhuo Wen found that his consciousness was getting stronger subtly as he climbed the stairs.
It wasn't until the fifteenth floor that Zhuo Wen finally felt the pressure. He stood on the stairs leading to the sixteenth floor, his eyes flickering.
"Perhaps I should go to the Fallen Demon Valley to have a look, and the fifteenth level is already the limit of my consciousness!"
Zhuo Wen took out the jade slip given to him by Mo Fan, and his eyes fell on the door on the side of the hall, which was the world on the fifteenth floor of the Trial Land.