As soon as the words fell, the wooden stick in the tower god's hand suddenly glowed purple. The whole wooden stick also turned a strange purple, and anyone who was irradiated by the purple light slowly corroded all over his body.

Except for the two Mahayana stage masters, the old man, Han Ming and others, everyone else was illuminated by the purple light.

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Everyone let out a cry of pain at this time, and the bodies of those who were irradiated by the purple light were slowly corroded. This is no less painful than the most painful thing, watching yourself die.

It didn't take long for everyone to turn into air and disappear into the third floor of the Tower of Babel.

The faces of the two masters of the Mahayana period changed suddenly at this moment, and Rao was that they were not sure that they would face so many masters of the Void Transformation Period, and they would kill them all so easily.

One of the Mahayana monks hurriedly said, "Tower God, Tower God." I'm going to quit now, I'm not going to break in, okay?"

The tower god smiled evilly and said softly: "Oh, you won't break through the level, but you're already here, since you're here, have fun with me! I haven't been so happy for a long time!"

"Whoosh" The purple wooden stick suddenly flew towards the Mahayana monk at great speed, and the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure slowly appeared in front of the Mahayana monk.

The old man held a folding fan in his hand and blocked the wooden stick of the tower god, but he was a little struggling.

Han Ming was also watching the contest between them intently at this moment, and said to Kong Jia and them in a low voice: "You guys just hide in this circle later, and don't show up in the kilowatt." This tower god will not be able to kill me!"

"Why? Let's go with you to fight this tower god and see how capable he is!" Shi Lingxin's face was puzzled, and his eyes were also full of hatred when he looked at this tower god.

Kong Jia also paid attention to the tower god wholeheartedly, and said: "Just let the second brother go by himself! This tower god is not simple, it is really not simple!"

At this time, after the old man blocked the wooden stick, the tower god also withdrew the wooden stick.

The tower god said to the old man with some surprise: "Yo, I really can't see that there is a master hidden here!

The old man replied expressionlessly: "Why do you need to kill them all!"

The tower god had a disdainful expression, and said casually: "Even if I kill them all, what can you do with me? Do you think that if you can control that waste on the second floor at will, you dare to compare with me?"

The old man shook his head with a wry smile, and said in a firm tone: "Yes, I can't compare with you. I can't beat you, but I can seal you in my body for a thousand years. Big deal, let's just die together!"

"You dare to threaten me?" the tower god suddenly became angry, glaring at the old man and yelling.

The old man shook his head and replied softly: "That's not the case, the old man doesn't dare to threaten the tower god. But please let us go, don't be that ruthless, okay?"

The tower god snorted coldly and asked with a sneer, "What if I say I can't?"

Han Ming suddenly flew out, stood beside the old man, and said in a deep voice: "If you can't, then I'll teach you a lesson! Now let me ask you one last time, can you or can't?"

"Oh, Lord Celestial, don't be scared! Don't think I don't know, Lord Tenjin is already dead, you are just one of his descendants, why are you so capable?"

The tower god sneered even more arrogantly, not taking Han Ming in his eyes at all.

It's no wonder that with Han Mingyuan's cultivation in the middle of his infancy, there are really few people in the Tower of Babel who will take Han Ming in their eyes. Even if the tower god called Han Ming a heavenly god, there were not many servants.

Han Ming sneered, his eyes stared at the tower god, and said word by word: "Okay, this is what you said! Don't blame me for not remembering the love of the past, and killing you with my own hands! Anyway, you are no longer used by me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, when have you ever used me?" Although the tower god bared his teeth and roared, he was shocked in his heart: "This, how can this person speak in such a tone as the Celestial God-sama, is he really the Celestial-sama?"

In an instant, the tower god overturned his thoughts again: "Impossible, Lord Tenjin has already returned to the Nine Heavens! This is just the descendant of Lord Tenjin, so there is nothing to be afraid of." As long as I rob him of his divine power, I will be the descendant of the Celestial Lord, and I will be able to leave this ghost place when the time comes!"

Han Ming took out the peerless sword, and the mana spread all over his body, and said softly to the old man: "Senior, now we are all on the same front. Can you tell me who you are?"

The old man hesitated for a moment before he spoke, "Kunlun Continent, loose cultivation!"

"Oh, casual cultivation? Han has never seen such a powerful casual cultivator as you. So far, don't your predecessors tell the truth? Don't tell me what kind of casual cultivation you are, Han doesn't believe it!"

From the very beginning, Han Ming felt that this old man was not simple. But he never expected that this old man was from the Kunlun Continent, which aroused Han Ming's curiosity even more.

The old man shook his head helplessly, pointed to the tower god and said, "Don't ask anything now, subdue that thing first!

Han Ming smiled confidently and stopped talking.

The tower god's purple rod suddenly disappeared in his hand, and the tower god turned into a purple flying dragon. This is something that amazes everyone.

"You all deserve to die, especially you. Do you think that if you have the divine power inherited from the gods, you will be able to gain the incomparable respect of our tower gods? No way, I'm going to kill you and take away your divine power, haha!!"

The flying dragon of the tower god changed flew in the air, laughing arrogantly from the dragon's mouth.

Han Ming lightly raised the peerless sword and slowly closed his eyes. The peerless sword in his hand began to slowly return to Han Ming's mind, and instead it was a peerless sword condensed by mana!

Feeling the deterrent power brought by the mana, the tower god gasped, and thought to himself: "Lord Celestial's divine power is really powerful, but I hate it so much. You're all dead, and instead of giving us the servants who have faithfully guarded the Tower of Babel for you, you've given it to a little guy, and I hate it!"

"Roaring ~~~~~~~~~~~" came from the mouth of the tower god, and there were bursts of roaring dragon groans.

The two Mahayana monks below hid under the light shield of the Linglong Pagoda early, so that they were not affected by the dragon's roar. The old man used his strength to block the dragon's groan, while Han Ming relied on his mana.

For some reason, inside the Tower of Babel, Han Ming felt that his mana was being used more like a fish in water.

In a moment, a complete, peerless sword condensed by mana appeared in front of him. Holding a blood-red peerless sword, Han Ming's whole body was also permeated with mana, and an indescribable majesty emanated.

Under the oppression of this majesty, the tower god almost bowed down. But he kept gritting his teeth, and he knew that once he bent over, he would lose.

Han Ming lifted the peerless sword with condensed mana, and suddenly flew in front of the tower god and let out a loud shout.

"Realm, none!"

"Bang" Suddenly, the tower god's eyes were pitch black, and there was no color at all. At this moment, he was trapped in Han Ming's Boundless Realm, and he could only slowly endure everything that Han Ming's Realm brought him.

Han Ming's realm is full of cause and effect, heaven and earth, Qiankun, and so on. The power of nothingness can be said to be the first realm in the Kunlun Continent in history to reach such a high level.

When the old man saw that the tower god had fallen into Han Ming's realm, he suddenly took it in his hand and roared softly: "God extinguishing fan, release the fire that burns all things in heaven and earth, and burn this evil dragon to death for me!"

From inside the folding fan, countless seas of fire suddenly emitted, enveloping the tower god to death.

Even Han Ming could feel the scorching heat in the sea of fire. After a short rest, Han Ming began to attack the tower god with a peerless sword with condensed mana.

Now the tower god was blind, and he was completely trapped in Han Ming's realm. The dragon scales on the tower god's body began to burn black and fall off one by one. But he didn't feel it at all, he was still obsessed.

Han Ming knew that if he wanted to cut the dragon, he would cut off the dragon's head. Without saying a word, he slashed hard at the head of the dragon.

Approaching the dragon head of the tower god, Han Ming suddenly couldn't help but shout angrily: "Tower god, suffer death!"

Who knows, at this moment, the tower god actually came to his senses. With a flick of his head, all the peerless swords pierced into his mind. Han Ming couldn't be better, he was hit hard by the tower god's dragon head and fainted to the ground.

At this time, the tower god was completely stunned. The fire around him disappeared and stopped motionless in mid-air. Han Ming was completely unconscious, and his whole body was covered in blood, like a bloody person.

The old man was already unconscious, and without saying a word, he began to carry out all kinds of attacks. It's a pity that no matter what kind of attack, he can't attack the tower god, but on the contrary, the old man was cut to the heart by the scales on the tower god dragon scales.

He was almost seriously injured and died, if it weren't for the old man's quick resistance, maybe he would have returned to the West by now.

The two Mahayana monks in the light mask looked at each other and exchanged words in their minds.

"Big brother, either we'll slaughter everyone these days. And then snatched the kid's immortal weapon, so that we can?" one of the diminutive monks, looking greedily at the light mask, said what was in his heart.

The older Mahayana monk looked embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Isn't that right? After all, he saved us just now, and if we do this, won't it be revenge?"

"Big brother, don't forget, it's the old man who saved us. When the time comes, we'll get him back, this is an immortal weapon, an immortal weapon! Even if we break through to the fourth layer, we may not get a fairy weapon!"

The short monk's face was greedy, and his eyes were a little unnatural when he looked at Qimeng.

The older Mahayana monk was still a little embarrassed, and just as he was thinking about it, Kong Jia suddenly smiled and asked, "Do the two fellow Daoists have any other ideas?"

"Hehe, yes, we have a good idea to save this unconscious fellow Daoist!" said the diminutive monk with a strange smile.