"Whew, it's finally in!" Zidu's figure flashed and appeared in the soul washing pool. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, he planned to go out directly, but after thinking about it, he didn't go out for so long after being tortured by that mental illness, wouldn't it be a big loss to not go out at any time now? Shiro has been tortured for a long time?

This is not good, absolutely not!

So he dragged the mutilation, gritted his teeth, and embarked on the road of hunting demon beasts.

After a hard battle to survive, he finally gathered the spars that entered the soul washing pool, at this moment, he was excited, excited, and full of hope for the future, especially thinking that after soul washing and soul refining, it was possible to advance to the legend when he went out!

That's a legend, and he's already a person standing on top of this world!

If all this comes true, then revenge can be put on the agenda again - these days, the humiliation that Jing An brought him will never forget for the rest of his life!

"Wait, when I advance, the first thing I want to kill is you!" Zidu gritted his teeth and thought: "No, no, you can't kill him, that's too cheap for him, to turn him into a slave, or seal his soul in a puppet for me to drive for a lifetime!" No, not for a lifetime, I want to pass him on to my descendants like a family heirloom, the descendants of my descendants, endlessly, so that he can never be freed, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart a little! ”

Zidu's head is now full of scenes of abusing Jing An, and he laughs happily when he thinks of the cool place, and sometimes he can even laugh to tears!

I have to say that the trauma caused by Jing An is so deep that he is a little stunned now.

"Uh......! Why haven't you started to wash your soul yet? Zidu finally felt that something was wrong, he turned his head to look around, and he didn't see any soul cleansing liquid.

"Where's the Soul Wash?" With a question mark on his head, he bent over to look for the soul cleansing liquid for soul washing, but there was no water in the huge pool.

"That's not right!" He scratched his head and couldn't understand, the family's record of the soul washing pool clearly said that this place was like the sea, and the soul washing liquid was endless, I don't know how much, anyway, I can't use it up, how can I not find it? Has it already been used? It can't be, right?

He panicked a little and ran around like crazy, looking everywhere.

If he couldn't find the soul cleansing liquid, then he would have no hope of revenge, how could this not make him panic?

Fortunately, God did not give up on him, and after looking for a long time, he found a small pool of soul washing liquid in a low-lying place, and he rushed over with a howl, because he saw two people approaching the soul washing pool, these are mine, they are mine, all of them get out of the way for me!

Subsequently, the three of them fought for a small pool of soul cleansing liquid, because they could not use martial arts or spells here, but only with the strength of their bodies. Although they couldn't die, they were even more cruel, and after a while, the three of them were bleeding all over their bodies, and their bodies were covered with scratches and sword wounds!

Not to mention, the combat power of Zidu, who launched the madness, skyrocketed, and he had a slight upper hand with one enemy and two enemies, such a fierce record made him very proud, and his combat effectiveness was directly soaring, and the tiger and tiger dancing with both claws were vigorous, and the two people who fought were defeated and retreated!

However, if he knew that the soul cleansing liquid he had sacrificed his life to fight for had not yet been absorbed by Jing An in one ten-thousandth, I wonder if he would collapse?

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Jing An didn't know about the battle that took place in the Soul Washing Pool, and he didn't have time to care, and now he was howling heartbreakingly.

With his steely will, even a broken arm and leg would not have made him scream so badly, but this time it was an exception, and those burning flames seemed to be born to make people scream - it acted directly on the soul, burning constantly, and it couldn't even make you faint!

In fact, it's not that he can't do it, but he doesn't want to do it. Before, when he couldn't stand the pain, he had thought about activating the body's self-protection mechanism to make himself faint, but when he first activated, he found that his soul was burning under the flames, showing signs of dissipation, which made him dare to faint?

So he can only resist hard, no matter how deep the pain is into the bone marrow, it is much stronger than dying, right?

Under this kind of severe pain, time passed very slowly, and in addition to fighting the severe pain, he also forced a trace of attention to remember the time. I have to say that this method of distraction is indeed the best way to relieve the severe pain, but unfortunately, he can only divide such a trace of attention, if he divides more, his soul will show signs of dissipation.

He was in such a sharp pain, counting the time second by second, until he counted to three million seconds, the pain disappeared, and the flames stopped!

The next moment, in a loud "boom", a small Babel Tower slowly appeared in front of him and opened the door.

Before he could detect the changes in his body, a burst of suction poured out of the door and sucked him in.

In a whirlwind, he came to a brightly lit hall where there was nothing but an upward staircase. He was about to walk up the stairs when he suddenly heard a familiar hoarse voice: "It's not time yet, wait!" ”

Jing An was shocked, only to find that there were two people sitting cross-legged on the other side of the hall, one was Mentor Wu, and the other was the mysterious Feng Shui Master.

At this time, he also saw the appearance of the feng shui master clearly, it was a middle-aged uncle with a face full of vicissitudes, if it weren't for his two sword eyebrows frowning all the time, he would still be very handsome.

Jing An walked towards the feng shui master, and when he got closer, he asked, "Is this the real Babel?" ”

"That's right. Now that you can be here, it proves that you are qualified to know the secrets of the Tower of Babel" The feng shui master pointed to his side and motioned for Jing An to go over and sit down. Jing An nodded, walked over and sat down cross-legged.

"I think you've also heard of the legend of the Tower of Babel, it's a place that can improve the strength of the human race," the feng shui master said: "In fact, the Tower of Babel is only one of its functions to enhance its strength, and its main function is to suppress!" ”

"Repression of what?" Jing An asked.

"Suppress the alien race that can't be killed!" The feng shui master said with a solemn expression: "In this world, there are some alien races that are very special, and they can only be defeated but not killed. For example, the Lord of the Nether, its strength is not the strongest, but it is the most difficult to kill! ”

"A lot?" Jing An asked in surprise.

"Many, many" The feng shui master raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the hall and saw those suppressed alien races, and said leisurely: "Each floor of the Tower of Babel suppresses such an alien race, how many layers of the Tower of Babel there are, how many alien races are suppressed, do you say much?" ”

"Uh......" Jing An touched his nose and was a little speechless, according to his visual inspection, there are at least a thousand layers in the sky, and there is no end in sight, that is to say, there are at least more than a thousand alien races that cannot be killed. He asked, "So what are we doing here?" (To be continued.) )