On the second layer, as soon as Wang Chen stepped into it, he saw a thousand floating souls, grinning at him.

Looking at these souls, it seemed to give Wang Chen the feeling that the power of these souls was greater than that of the first layer.

As soon as he thought that he was beaten by a group of mortal souls, he couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly urged the creation of the sigil, with the sacredness in his eyes, and when the green light swept out, Wang Chen's gaze became more solemn: "Today, let me redeem you, this group of little soul souls." ”

The green light also seemed to like to do this kind of thing very much, and flew out happily, filling the entire second floor of the Futu Tower in an instant.

Under the green light, the entire second layer has changed its taste.

The souls who rushed to the ground suddenly froze, looked at each other, and then rushed to the ground as if they had missed something big, and began to do ...... Push-up!!!

Look at the ups and downs of those floating souls, with fire in their eyes, and their faces are even more pretentious, if anyone doesn't let him do push-ups, he will be in a hurry.

Wang Chen looked at it beautifully, as if he had done a great thing to benefit all living beings, and was about to ask, when he suddenly remembered something at the entrance of the third layer, he hurriedly closed his voice, looking at these floating souls, Wang Chen didn't dare to guarantee that if he disturbed these souls, they would not be angry, and then turn around and beat themselves.

For the sake of safety, when Wang Chen's eyes turned, he thought of a countermeasure, flicked his sleeves, and walked out: "Which of you tells me that at the entrance of the third floor, I will let whoever does one more push-up." ”

Wang Chen's voice fell, like coaxing a three-year-old child, it didn't attract much attention from the soul, according to Wang Chen's speculation, the intelligence of these floating souls is not high, but why didn't his words work, could something go wrong?

After thinking about it, Wang Chen was about to change to another method, when a very serious voice sounded: "You are too picky, you want to beat us with just one push-up, if you ask me to do ten more push-ups, I will tell you where the entrance is." ”

Wang Chen was stunned, although he was strange in his heart, he still said seriously: "No, it's not fair, let you do five more." ”

The soul who opened his mouth hesitated for a long time, and nodded, at least five is more than one, and it is still earned after all, and then he pointed: "There is a wall there, push it open and you can leave here." ”

After speaking, the floating soul immediately lay down and did push-ups hard, for fear of delaying a little time.

"It's a loss, it's a big loss. Wang Chen put on a painful face, muttered in his mouth, and walked towards the entrance of the third floor, and soon he came to the wall, his palm was attached to the wall, with a slight force, and when the wall rotated, the heaven and earth inside were revealed, the third floor of the Futu Tower.

Without hesitation, Wang Chen walked like the third layer, without waiting for him to see the soul of the third layer clearly, his finger pointed out directly, when the green light was filled, the entire third layer changed its taste, and all the floating souls were lying on the ground and gliding, as if in their eyes, they had become a goshawk soaring in the sky, letting the wind cross their bodies, their faces full of comfort and comfort.

Looking at this scene, Wang Chen coughed dryly, wondering if the monk who created this Futu Pagoda would be very grateful if he knew about his feat.

After all, it is he who gives these souls a goal to strive for.

In this way, Wang Chen walked up to the fourth layer, the fifth layer, and the eighth layer, and everywhere he passed, all the souls changed their taste, and they were strange.

Looking at the door of the ninth floor in front of him, Wang Chen was excited in his heart, took a deep breath, waved his hand at a group of floating heavenly souls playing sumo wrestling behind him, turned around and left, and stepped into the ninth floor.

Through the ninth layer, Wang Chen was able to obtain the Great Floating Slaughter.

When he came to the ninth floor, Wang Chen was stunned, he didn't see the overwhelming soul, but only a room full of strange atmosphere, and there was a black-robed man standing in the room.

This person was thin and thin, without the slightest fluctuation of breath on his body, and stood there, as if he had merged into the air, and as if he had become one with the entire Futu Tower.

Wang Chen's eyes were cautious, the green light of his fingertips was like a coiled snake, staring at him, and at the slightest movement, he immediately shot out and gave a fatal blow.

To be able to become the ninth layer, that is, the ninth heaven of the entire Futu Pagoda, there must be something powerful.

"Old man, he was a monk sweeping a tower in a monastery before his death, and he has not broken a day for decades, so he has a tower in his heart, and I am in the tower. ”

"On the day of my death, a thought descended from the sky, entered my spiritual aura, and with the last breath of vitality, I created this method and incarnated as a floating tu. ”

"Let the soul of the world have no return, and return the pure land of heaven and earth. ”

The old man's voice came out, but he never turned around, as if he was talking to Wang Chen, and it seemed to be speaking to himself.

Wang Chen admires in his heart, he has been sweeping the tower for decades, and the person who can persist is rare in the world, not so much that he has swept the tower for a lifetime, but that he has swept his heart for a lifetime.

He was about to step forward, and when he bowed, the old man's tone suddenly sank, and he said in a cold voice: "You are not qualified to win the Great Floating Slaughter." ”

If this old man still has a breath, he wants to take another look before the breath dissipates, he has swept the tower for a lifetime, and he saw such a scene.

Enthusiastic and heroic chatting, doing push-ups, swimming, slapping each other's mouths, scolding, throwing sumo wrestling......

He was stunned, and the entire Futu Tower was very lively.

You don't have to think deeply to guess that all this is caused by the person in front of you.

Years of silence made this old man not explode no matter how angry he was, but he just rejected Wang Chen coldly.

Wang Chen was not happy, and without saying a word, a ray of green light directly lit out and fell on the old man's body.

The old man's body was shocked, and with a wave of his hand, a magic decision flew out and drilled into Wang Chen's eyebrows.

"Dafu Tu Duel, you are qualified to cultivate. ”

Feeling the mantra in his mind, Wang Chen couldn't help but feel proud, hurriedly sat down, put out the handprint of cultivation, and began to practice.

As for the old man, his face under the black robe was strange, and he had an indescribable impulse in his heart, no matter how he looked at Wang Chen, he felt that it was very pleasing to the eye, and then he said some important places when he was cultivating the Great Floating Slaughter.

......

In the outside world, at the gate of the secret realm, suddenly a figure walked out in embarrassment, attracting everyone's attention.

After Dean Hanxin, who was guarding the side, saw it, his figure flashed and appeared at the gate of the secret realm, and after seeing that it was Zhao Dongyang, he felt slightly apprehensive.

"How's it going, did it work?"

Zhao Dongyang's face was ugly, and he hugged his fists and bowed to Dean Hanxin: "The student has failed." ”

Dean Hanxin's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he looked at the gate of the secret realm, there were less than two days left before the secret realm closed, and only Wang Chen was left inside.

"Alright, you can rest on the side first, and when the secret realm is closed, we will go back together. Dean Hanxin said flatly, then turned around and left, continued to sit down, closed his eyes and waited.

(End of chapter)