mtl008 Chapter 431
Chapter 431
Everyone looked shocked, and the cultivation speed of the disciples of the Desolate Pagoda far exceeded their expectations.
The disciples of the Wasteland Tower, as the name suggests, are the disciples cultivated by the Wasteland, these disciples come from all over the Wasteland, and each of them can be called a demon level in cultivation, for example, there was a disciple of the Wasteland just now.
And he is also looking for an opportunity that suits him, and once he succeeds, he will change his fate.
On a mountain peak, there are two figures strolling, both of them are young people with outstanding temperaments.
One of them was dressed in blue, with a well-proportioned body, a handsome face, dark and deep eyes, and a heroic posture; The other person was wearing a white shirt, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, 03 Qi Yu Xuanang.
"That guy should be there soon." The white-shirted youth muttered, "Hopefully, he won't lose too ugly." "
The blue-clothed young man glanced at him with a smile and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's not like you haven't seen his talent, so why worry." "
"Well, I'm thinking too much." The white-shirted young man smiled freely, and what he meant in his mouth was naturally Qi Tianyu.
In the Taisheng Palace, there is a person with the most outstanding talent, whose talent is second only to the Taisheng True Monarch, and he is Qi Tianyu.
The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they soon reached the top of the mountain, and saw the majestic and magnificent barren tower standing in the distance, the barren tower has nine floors, and there are strong guards on each floor, guarding the barren tower to prevent people from other forces from invading.
"I'll go first." The white-shirted young man spoke, and then jumped forward, and his body disappeared in an instant.
As soon as the white-shirted young man left, a figure shot out from the side, and it was Qi Tianyu.
At this time, his eyes were sharp, and wisps of purple thunder spread out around him, vaguely converging into a purple thunder halberd, and wisps of electric light flowed on the surface of the halberd, as if it had a devastating destructive power, he looked down and asked loudly: "What are the floors of the Deserted Tower?" "
"The seventh floor." The voice replied again, this answer made Qi Tianyu frown, the seventh layer, which used to be six, seven, eight, and nine layers, has suddenly been lowered to the seventh layer, it seems that something has happened in the past three years.
"Senior brother, what should I do?" In another direction, a woman asked, her figure was graceful, her skin was better than snow, her facial features were delicate and soft, and her eyes were extraordinarily charming and seductive, as if she was a stunner in the world.
"Go ahead." Qi Tianyu responded indifferently, and then his figure flickered and left. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!) ）
At this moment, similar things are happening in many places, many disciples are choosing the treasures they want to obtain, however, there are also a few people who choose other opportunities.
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The seventh floor of the Deserted Tower.
A large and empty space, in the central area of this space, there are countless rays of light rising into the sky, dazzling to the extreme, each light contains an incomparably rich vitality, releasing terrifying fluctuations.
This space is a Vital Secret 800 Realm, and in it, there is Vital Energy.
This vitality is purer than ordinary vitality and is easier to absorb by martial artists, so the closer it is to the central area, the purer the vitality becomes.
At this time, a white-clothed figure stepped in, his eyes swept around, and a look of surprise suddenly bloomed in his eyes, and he took a step forward, walking straight towards the place where the vitality was concentrated, and soon came to a vitality area, where the vitality surged, like a tide.
"I've finally found you, Chaos Vitality!" Tang Yun's eyes suddenly lit up with a light, and in front of him was a vast and boundless lake of vitality, in which a milky white liquid flowed, like some kind of strange liquid.