Duanmuyan moved his fingers, dropped the sunspot, and said: "So I won't let him stay in the tower for a full month, or even three days."
"Aren't you worried about accidents?"
Duanmuyan's eyes flashed and he said suddenly.
Liu Mu smiled incomprehensibly. He stared at this long-time friend and said, "I know you have handed over the ancient seal to him, and I also know what your plans are, but don't worry, you are
You will never succeed."
Duanmuyan knew very well that his actions could not be hidden from the other party. Just as he knew the other party well, the other party also knew him well.
It's just like playing chess, the real beauty is that every move must consider the overall strategy, and it is impossible to fully control the changes in every move.
Duanmuyan held a chess piece and pressed it gently on the chessboard.
An indescribable aura emanated from the chess pieces, and then a powerful aura invisible to the naked eye rose into the sky and connected with the large formation covered by thick clouds.
Liu Mu's expression remained unchanged, he also picked up a black chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.
Another powerful aura rose from the chessboard and connected with the formation.
Above the sea of clouds, a lifelike tiger, walking like a cat, with majestic tiger eyes, stared indifferently at the soaring snake opposite.
Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger!
The tiger's feet were filled with wind, and with a roar, it rushed towards the snake and bit the snake on its neck.
The snake neighed, its eyes were cold and terrifying, and at the same time as the tiger pounced, its tail had already wrapped around it and slowly tightened.
The two are entangled together, the tiger bites, the snake binds tightly, refusing to give in to each other.
At the top of the tower, Duanmuyan snorted coldly and said: "In such a stalemate, you will lose in the end."
Liu Mu looked coldly and said, "That's not necessarily the case."
In the oasis city, the calm lake surface suddenly stirred up waves. The monks gathered by the lake didn't pay too much attention. They just said goodbye to each other and returned to their sects, and continued to practice.
Soon, the entire crowd on the shore disappeared.
But those monks who entered the tower quickly realized something was wrong.
"What's going on? Why has your spiritual power become thinner?"
"Is there going to be another accident? I still want to make a breakthrough!"
"What's going on? In previous years, there wouldn't even be any trouble in the tower. Why are weird things happening one after another today?"
The spiritual thoughts of many monks gathered together and communicated silently.
These monks had just entered the practice room when they let out a strange scream, then exited the practice room and gathered at the door under the tower again.
Within a moment, Luo Huai, the monk in charge of guarding the tower of the Ruyi Sect, walked out. He glanced at the noisy crowd, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Immediately, a monk came forward and said: "Fellow Daoist Luo, it's not that we are unruly, it's that for some reason the total spiritual power in the tower training room has disappeared out of thin air, and the recovery speed is far slower than before.
Why not, I implore you to go and investigate, every minute and every second is consuming contribution points."
In the secret realm, for any monk, the contribution is more precious than the spiritual stone. It can even be said that it is made up of the accumulation of bloody lives.
Isn't it that everyone risking their lives to hunt down sand monsters and collect materials to gain contribution points so that they can enter the tower to practice and improve their cultivation?
And what is the purpose of improving cultivation?
At least in this secret realm, everyone has only one purpose to improve their cultivation, which is to be able to hunt higher-level sand monsters, collect more materials, obtain more contributions, and be able to stay in the tower.
Stay longer.
Many talented monks from sects live like this.
This is also the charm of the tower.
Any monk who can enter the tower can't help but be fascinated by it. The spiritual power inside is not only pure, but also huge in quantity. It is almost impossible to find a place that can match it, whether in the outside world or in the Southern Territory.
Practicing in the tower, not to mention traveling a thousand miles in a day, can at least greatly shorten the time required to break through from the golden elixir realm to the Nascent Soul realm.
In the world of spiritual practice, what measures talent and potential is nothing more than cultivation and age. To put it bluntly, it is actually time.
So there is a problem with the tower now. Although they can take back the nameplate and no longer consume contribution points, in fact, if it is not restored for a long time, it will also be a waste of their time.
"Has your spiritual power changed?"
Luo Huai was a little suspicious at first that this was someone's mischief. Since he was guarding the tower, he had never encountered any abnormal events in the tower, but he soon gave up his thoughts, because when he walked into several training rooms
After that, he discovered that the spiritual power content of each of these training rooms was actually thinner than the last.
Not to mention, Luo Huai soon made another astonishing discovery. After he stayed in a training room for a while, he could clearly feel that his spiritual power was increasing as time went by.
The thinner it is.
What the hell is going on?
Luo Huai's heart tightened, and his face became worried. This tower is the top priority of the Ruyi Sect in the layout of the secret realm. If there is a problem with the tower, how can there be such a talented monk working for the Ruyi Sect's grand cause?
After leaving the tower, Luo Huai immediately announced: "Fellow Taoists, please be patient. I will report this wine to Master Liu. I believe he will definitely take action to solve it."
Hearing the words Master Liu, the originally noisy crowd immediately fell silent. These three words seemed to have some kind of magic power to calm people's hearts, filling people with confidence.
After Luo Huai finished speaking, he immediately went out towards the tower again, then bowed, bowed deeply, and shouted: "Uncle Liu, my disciple Luo Huai wants to see you."
"Come up."
An old and dull voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Luo Huai straightened up, then took out an identity plate that was also black, and tapped it lightly.
As he pressed his finger, a jet-black light as dark as ink emitted from the black nameplate, enveloping Luo Huai's entire body. Then the light flashed, and Luo Huai's entire body disappeared together with the black token.
On the top floor, on one side of the chessboard, a black token suddenly appeared, and then Luo Huai's figure also emerged from the space.
"I've met Master Liu!"
Luo Huai didn't even dare to look at the faces of these two old men, so he knelt on the ground, put his forehead to the ground, and respectfully saluted and said hello. (To be continued)