Chapter Twenty-Three: The Nineteenth Floor of Hell

It's easy to control ten orbs at the same time, and you don't need to lose much physical and mental energy.

"Dang" sounded, a breathing ball hit the hammer smashed down by the oncoming minotaur, making a loud sound, and the hammer that fell down suddenly deflected, but Xiao Ling found that although the minotaur snorted in his mouth, the hammer did not fly out of his hand.

"It seems that between its arms, it also has at least five thousand catties of strength, otherwise the blow of the Rest Ball can easily knock the hammer in its hand away." Xiao Ling's heart sank slightly.

The strength of this minotaur was far stronger than he thought, at least twenty-five times the physical strength of humans, or even stronger.

The current Xiao Ling himself is only twenty-five times his physical strength.

Of course, what he is really powerful now is the power that has inspired the Siyang, and by controlling the Siyang, his current strength is already incredible.

The impact of the ten balls was blocked by the ten minotaurs with their hammers, and although he failed to shake the hammers in their hands away, he blocked the impact of the ten minotaurs alone.

Xiao Ling stretched out his right hand and grabbed it on his golden left arm, and grabbed a golden lump of soil from this golden left arm, which was deformed and twisted in his right hand, and soon turned into a golden big knife, similar in appearance to a knife.

With the golden Breathing Knife in his right hand, he charged out towards the oncoming Minotaur.

The other nine people all retreated to the back, not daring to intervene casually, they could see that the strength of these ten minotaurs was very strong, far from being comparable to the green mantis, and they were stronger than Xiao Ling, and they couldn't control the rest of the ball as easily as before.

However, everyone didn't guess that Xiao Ling didn't do his best when he controlled the rest of the ball, he just wanted to change another way of fighting to further sharpen and improve his strength.

He wanted to be distracted, fighting with the Breathing Knife while controlling the Breathing Ball, like his own foreign aid, and entering the attack.

Ten orbs of perch spun in the air and shot at the minotaurs in front of them again, forcing them to roar in anger and wield hammers to protect themselves.

They can feel the powerful power contained in this geop ball, and if they don't stop it with a hammer, once they are hit, even if they are wearing armor, they will not be able to resist it, and they will immediately be cut a blood hole in their body by the geop ball.

Xiao Ling took advantage of the fact that they were desperately fighting against the attack of the Rest Ball, and the golden broadsword in his right hand slashed out.

With a "snort", the Soil Knife easily harvested the life of the first minotaur and cut off its head.

The minotaur who had turned into a headless corpse was bleeding from his neck and fell down heavily, and Xiao Ling had already rushed towards the second minotaur.

He was followed by two Breathing Balls.

The minotaur had just blocked one of the balls, and the second one hit him in the back of the heart.

The armor immediately shattered and collapsed, and a mouthful of blood erupted from its mouth, and the ball of spurt opened a hole in the back of its heart, piercing its body, and bursting open its chest.

The golden broadsword in Xiao Ling's hand slashed through the situation, and the blood in his neck rushed to the sky, and the second minotaur was dead on the spot.

After easily slashing the two minotaurs in a row, the rest of the minotaurs showed shock in their eyes, and immediately retreated together, leaning back to back, forming a circular formation.

Xiao Ling raised his left hand, and ten breathing balls flew in the air, suddenly concentrating together, and shot out at full speed towards one of the minotaurs.

The minotaur looked flustered, roared with a bull roar, and swung the sledgehammer out desperately.

With a bang, the first ball hit its swinging sledgehammer, sending it flying.

The second Breath Ball followed suit and hit the sledgehammer.

The minotaur's hands cracked, and the sledgehammer flew out.

A third orb of stinging fired, striking it in the chest.

Its chest immediately collapsed, and a transparent hole in blood was broken.

The fourth orb passed through the blood hole and hit the other minotaur who was back to back with it, piercing the minotaur's body and flying out of the other side with a stream of blood.

Fifth, Sixth, Seventh......

One after another, the balls pierced through its body, hitting the other minotaurs in succession.

The circle formed by these minotaurs was broken in an instant, Xiao Ling rushed in with a knife, his hand rose and fell, the bull's head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered ten meters.

The other nine people just watched in amazement as Xiao Ling crushed these minotaurs with a strong one-sided force, and soon, ten minotaurs fell to the ground with their lives, leaving Xiao Ling alone standing in place with a golden broadsword, with a soft exhalation sound in his mouth, his expression was calm, as if he had done a trivial thing, and he didn't even breathe.

In addition to being amazed and admired, everyone could no longer express their shock and admiration for Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling is simply too powerful, this Hell Tower has broken through all the way to the present, and Xiao Ling's changes and improvements can only be described as amazing.

The reward soon emerged, and it was nearly a hundred pure magic cubes.

Xiao Ling controlled the rest of the earth, absorbing the pure energy in the nearly 100 pure energy cubes.

After experiencing an awakening and mutation, like a bottomless abyss, it can absorb energy endlessly, Xiao Ling understands that it is not easy to feed the rest of the soil again.

After absorbing the energy in the nearly 100 pure energy Rubik's cubes, Xiao Ling barely rested, and continued to walk forward, and the others were busy following, looking at Xiao Ling's strength, they had an inexplicable peace of mind, at least the current Xiao Ling was convincing, he could solve all the dangers alone.

Soon, everyone entered the nineteenth floor of the Hell Tower through the metal door.

The nineteenth floor is a huge space surrounded by walls, enough for hundreds of people to fight here, and at this moment there are thirty huge figures standing here.

Like the ten minotaurs he killed on the eighteenth floor before, there are a total of thirty identical minotaurs standing here.

Obviously, compared to the eighteenth layer, the difficulty of the nineteenth layer has tripled.

The thirty minotaurs, ten of whom were armed with sledgehammers, ten with spears, and ten with giant shields, worked in groups of three to form a triangular formation and began to surround the ten.

The faces of the others were a little ugly, Xiao Ling still rushed forward alone, he understood that except for himself, the others were not the opponents of these minotaurs.

This time, he divided a full thirty balls of breathing soil, flew in the air, and shot towards the thirty minotaurs, carrying his own golden broadsword, and followed closely behind.

He soon encountered the first triangular formation, three minotaurs, the one holding the spear stretched out his spear and smashed it towards Xiao Ling, and the one holding the giant shield raised the shield to resist the three breathing balls that shot over.