Time passed little by little, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm~~, that kid is quite alert, it doesn't seem to be too easy to deal with. ”

In the three-layer world, Wang Fuhai, a fat white man with his knees crossed on a green peak, opened his eyes, looked at the direction of the entrance and frowned and muttered.

"Zhao Ze, Zhao Ze, who is he? Obviously, he only has a half-step slashing divine sense, but why can he walk to the entrance of the third floor at the same time as us? Could it be that he has cultivated a profound physical technique?"

On the lake and island thousands of miles away from the mountain peak, Xi Ruoxin, who had long since recovered her ethereal temperament and was wearing a white dress, was also looking at the entrance, and her beautiful eyes were shining.

"The inheritance here is by no means an ordinary immortal secret, if the old man gets it, he will definitely be able to ascend unharmed. ”

Among the three, only Situ Ming didn't care too much about Zhao Ze, he had been looking for an entrance to the next layer in the three-layer world within a radius of millions of miles.

As he spoke, he looked at the light curtain above the grassland, and he flew into it and disappeared.

Half a day later, Xi Ruoxin on the island in the middle of the lake retracted her gaze, walked away, and moved straight to the entrance of the fourth floor.

After a few more days, he really couldn't wait for Zhao Ze to appear, Wang Fuhai also got up and stepped into the void and disappeared.

Zhao Ze had been waiting outside the light curtain in the center of the second layer of the forest, and he was not in a hurry for Situ Ming and the three of them to take the lead in ascending the fourth floor of the Time and Space Tower.

Because the answer obtained by asking the boy is that the space-time tower has the ability to jump into the void, and the treasure spirit will open entrances every thousand years in the major cultivation realms to select heirs.

Before he fell asleep last time, the selection had been carried out more than a hundred times, that is, at least a hundred thousand years.

But they haven't found a suitable person yet, and the chances of Situ Ming and Xi Ruoxin succeeding are very slim, so why rush for a while.

The second-layer world suppressed the monks too harshly, and if they didn't have a strong body, it would be difficult to move forward.

Therefore, Zhao Ze waited for more than ten days, but he hadn't met anyone coming, taking this opportunity, he took the opportunity to refine a lot of the pills that the little fox demon needed.

Pedal Pedal ~~

After another two days, finally, a sound of footsteps from far and near woke him up when he stopped refining pills and closed his eyes and meditated.

"Fellow Daoist, are you waiting for someone? This is the entrance to the next floor?"

When he opened his eyes and saw that it was a strange middle-aged man in a white robe and holding a long sword that walked out of the misty woods, Zhao Ze withdrew his gaze and continued to meditate and ignored it;

After the other party saw him outside the light curtain, he was a little surprised at first, and then asked with a smile.

"Not bad~~"

This middle-aged man is a powerful man in the late stage of the Dao Cutting Path, and he also cultivates advanced physical skills, and his combat power cannot be underestimated.

But in the second-layer world, Zhao Ze didn't care at all, and simply answered two words, which already gave him face.

The white-robed middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he didn't continue to inquire, retracted his divine sense that had penetrated into the light curtain, and walked in directly.

Half a day later, the figure flickered, and the gray-robed old man with a square face and long beard stepped out of the mist, just like the strange middle-aged man, after a simple conversation with Zhao Ze, he also entered the light curtain and disappeared in surprise.

Not long after the old man entered, another burly figure walked out of the mist, with a single horn on his head and wearing scale armor and battle armor, it was actually Lan Guihai, the shape-shifting demon king of the Tianyun Mountain Range.

"It's you, boy, I really didn't expect you to be faster than the old man. ”

When he saw Zhao Ze sitting by the light curtain, he immediately spoke in astonishment.

After all, when he just stepped into the second-layer fog forest a year ago, Zhao Ze was still in the foundation building period, and the sky that was chased had no way to enter the ground, but now it seemed that he was waiting for them here.

"Yes, it's the master, old fellow, you're too slow. ”

Standing up suddenly, Zhao Ze's figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of Lan Guihai, swinging his fist and striking him hard.

"Hmph~~ I don't know what I can do. ”

Lan Guihai's body is the Alien Beast Silver Horn Black Jiao King, and his physical strength is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, although he was shocked by the speed at which Zhao Ze arrived before him, but because he knew that his cultivation was not high, he still pouted and smiled disdainfully and waved his fist to fight back.

Rumble~~

The two fists collided together, and in the loud roar, Zhao Ze did not move, but Lan Guihai stepped back four or five steps before he stabilized his figure.

"Cutting off the flesh, how is this possible?"

After a try, he found that the other party's physical body was much stronger than him, Lan Guihai, whose right arm was sore, muttered in disbelief, and there was no trace of carelessness in his heart.

Qiang~~

Seeing Zhao Ze rushing forward, the power of his body exploded, and the iron fist brought bursts of sonic booms roaring.

Lan Guihai didn't dare to slack off, his left hand pinched the magic condensed, and the Dao Dao Wind Blade Tornado raged in the void.

Qing Yue hummed, and a long blue knife manifested directly from his right hand, and the dragon phantom on it roared, slashing at Zhao Ze at the same time as a large piece of wind blade.

Boom boom boom ~~~

Dealing with Lan Guihai, who could only barely exert his cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant and was not enough to cut the Dao, Zhao Ze did not ask the boy to help suppress it with the Nine Dragons Flame Ding;

Instead, he mobilized the true spiritual power in his body and formed a golden fist on his right fist, shattering a large piece of wind blade and water sword, and slammed into the opponent's blue spirit treasure long knife.

In an instant, the dragon phantom on the long knife shattered, and the golden edge in front of Zhao Ze's iron fist also dissipated directly.

However, he had been here for more than ten days, Lan Guihai had come all the way, and his physical strength had been consumed too much, and without the Lingbao Long Knife, he would not be able to resist Zhao Ze's fist at all.

In addition, Zhao Ze wanted to capture this old guy and devour the domain realm and cultivation, so he didn't use the flame origin, otherwise under a slight sneak attack, Lan Guihai would definitely fall immediately.

The roar continued, and in the woods outside the light curtain, the two started a life-and-death struggle as soon as they met.

Zhao Ze's body slashed, Lan Guihai couldn't exert his due strength, and the spells and spirit treasures couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

After a long time, Zhao Ze became more and more courageous, and he was defeated and retreated.

"This kid won't let me approach the light curtain, is there something wrong inside?"

Lan Guihai was very aggrieved, with his cultivation in the late stage of the Dao Chopping Dao, even if the other party's physical body was slashing, if he could use all his spells and spiritual treasures, the kid in front of him would be vulnerable at all;

After such a long battle, he found that Zhao Ze deliberately did not let him get close to the light curtain, and he had already suspected it in his heart, and when he thought about it, he did not hesitate to abandon his defense and rush towards the light curtain.

Rumble~~

Zhao Ze knew better than him what his advantage was, and he would definitely not let Lan Guihai approach the three-layer heavenly entrance dozens of zhang away, after fighting hard again.

His figure flickered, exerting his pace to the extreme, directly blocking Lan Guihai at an incredible speed, like a magic weapon version of the long-standing iron fist, which actually passed through the shadow of the knife and hit him heavily in the chest.

In the muffled sound, Lan Guihai's body flew upside down, and his face flushed.

If it weren't for the scale armor battle armor to block him, he would definitely be seriously injured if he couldn't disperse from his body and couldn't exert one percent of his combat power.

But Rao was like this, and his viscera was also turned upside down, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with red blood.

"Damn, boy, you're dead!"

Since transforming into the strongest demon king in the Tianyun Mountain Range, it was the first time he was injured in a battle with a human.

With fire in his eyes and roaring angrily, the Lingbao long knife in Lan Guihai's hand disappeared, the battle armor turned into scales and scattered, his body twisted for a while, and a black dragon eight or nine meters long suddenly appeared.