In the end, Ye Feng gritted his teeth, shot like lightning, grabbed Ning Jing's snow-white wrist, and at the same time hit Ning Jing's forehead, and the soft aura surged away. Ning Jing only felt dizzy for a while, and then fell down.

Ye Feng bandaged the wound slightly, looking at Ning Jing's somewhat painful expression, he couldn't help but sigh. "If you are met by a ghost girl, you should be manipulated by her. But even if she left it alone, the Heart Devouring Gu in Ning Jing's body would also devour her mind...... It was too misguided, I really didn't expect to be connected by Biyun and the Heart Devouring Gu in Ning Jing's body. Can he still hold out until he sees the imperial captain? But I don't know if his father has a way? Alas, if he didn't know how to use Gu poison, I think he would be cured. "Ye Feng has also heard a little about Gu poison, and it is said that Gu poison can only be solved by a spell caster or a higher-grade magician. If it is a specially refined Gu poison, I am afraid that only the person who released the Gu will know how to solve it. According to Ye Feng's estimate, most of the Heart Devouring Gu belonged to the latter. In other words, except for Biyun, no one can save her.

Ye Feng's face was solemn, this matter was quite tricky, if Li Yingting didn't die, how could the ghost girl give up? Do you want to arrest her and coerce her to solve the Gu? First, he can't beat her very well, and second, the ghost girl has been holding grudges for a long time, and she doesn't look like a person who will be threatened.

Ye Feng thought about it for a while, and put away the dangerous weapons on Ning Jing's body, lest one of them be accidentally stabbed by her. He knew that Ning Jing was carrying a knife, and he used it to cut when he ate barbecue. After a little search, she found the knife in her backpack, just at this time Ning Jing sighed and slowly woke up, Ye Feng was startled and stared at her tightly.

Ning Jing's red eyes had faded, and she looked at Ye Feng as if she was facing a great enemy, still holding a knife in her hand, and said strangely: "What are you doing with a knife?"

"Are you alright?" asked Ye Feng.

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Ning Jing said. Ye Feng was stunned, didn't she remember what had happened? Countless thoughts flashed in her heart, and the knife in her hand was as dazzling as a silver mirror in the moonlight. Ye Feng stroked the blade of the knife, thought about it for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved, as if he had thought of something, and then smiled: "It's okay, I can't sleep." If you see your knife fall out, pick it up and take a look. ”

As he spoke, he handed the knife back to Ning Jing. Ning Jing seemed to be a little puzzled, but she didn't ask too much, probably she had too many things to worry about, and she couldn't care about these little things.

Ye Feng was attacked by Ning Jing like this, so that he didn't dare to fall asleep in the middle of the night. finally survived until dawn, but fortunately, nothing abnormal happened to Ning Jing. Ning Jing opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she also looked tired, presumably she couldn't sleep well at night, or couldn't sleep at all.

"Are you sleeping okay?" Ye Feng smiled reluctantly.

"Hmm. Ning Jing replied absentmindedly.

Ye Feng said again: "I thought about it for a while, now we can't go down, and dry consumption is also a dead end here." So I thought it would be better to go up to the top and take a look, maybe there would be something to gain. "After all, there is a secret treasure on the top floor, if you are lucky enough to get it, you may have the capital to fight against Biyun.

Ning Jing looked at Ye Feng in surprise, and exclaimed, "Are you still going up?" This was useless when he said this, yesterday Ye Feng came down from the seventh layer, so he could naturally go up again. In fact, Ning Jing's stay on the sixth layer was already the limit, and if she wanted to go up again, it would be beyond her strength.

Ye Feng also understood this layer, so he said: "Well, I went to the eighth layer yesterday, maybe I can try my luck today, and I can't see the ninth layer." ”

Ning Jing looked at Ye Feng stunned for a while before she said, "You are so powerful, you are really a pervert at the same level as Leng Qiujian." But the Prison Tower is a bit weird, so don't force it if you can't stand it. ”

Ye Feng nodded with a smile and said, "At least, I won't lose to Leng Qiujian." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the seventh floor step by step. Ning Jing was surprised in her heart, just sitting here, she was already very hard, and if she wanted to take another step, it was as if there were thousands of people holding her at the same time, but Ye Feng still walked forward step by step. The two are almost the same age, which means that their qualifications are quite different.

In fact, to be able to reach the sixth layer, Ning Jing's qualifications are already enough to be proud of her peers. It's just that Ye Feng is like this, and he belongs to the level of perversion.

Ning Jing shook her head helplessly, watching Ye Feng leave, and there was a faint sadness in her heart.

Ye Feng walked to the seventh layer, and once again saw the line of words written by Ling Lao, and thought in his heart: "Is Leng Qiujian's qualification still one point higher than Ling Lao's? Otherwise, how can he get the eighth layer spirit treasure?" But thinking about it one layer deeper, I don't know how old Ling Lao was when he came up, if he was forty or fifty years old, the resistance in the tower was even more amazing, then Ling Lao was no less than Leng Qiujian. For a while, my heart was relieved.

In the eighth layer, Ye Feng once again stepped into this almost quagmire layer. I saw that he urged his aura and spiritual power out at the same time, and he barely resisted the suppression of that resistance. Ye Feng looked at the surrounding environment slightly, and saw a lifelike dragon carved on the roof, roaring with open teeth, even if it was carved, the momentum was very terrifying.

Ye Feng thought to himself, according to the law, the higher up the roof, the more powerful the carved demon beast became. The eighth layer is already a dragon, so what will the ninth layer be? Could it be a demon beast even more powerful than a dragon? For a while, my heart was full of curiosity.

The wall still reads: "Leng Qiu Sword takes the Great Day Sword here." "The font is quite chic. Ye Feng didn't look too much, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the ninth floor.

The stairs leading to the ninth floor were a little different from the ones below, and Ye Feng felt that with each step, the pressure would increase sharply. Walking forty or fifty steps, I already have a sense of exhaustion. No wonder Leng Qiujian admired the ninth layer so much, it turned out to be so difficult.

There were still a hundred steps up the stairs, Ye Feng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and continued to walk with his head down. Every time he stepped down, Ye Feng would tremble. His temples were covered in sweat, as if he were walking on a mountain. The strength is gradually decreasing, but the mountains are slowly sinking.

By the last three steps, Ye Feng felt that all the strength in his body had been drained. He didn't know how many stairs Leng Qiujian could walk to that day, he just gritted his teeth and climbed up step by step. At this time, he didn't just want to get the spirit treasure, Ye Feng was more of a test for himself. If you don't really fall, who knows where your limits are?

In the last three steps, Ye Feng took the first step, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out. At this time, his consciousness was no longer clear, and he was completely holding on with perseverance.

The footsteps of the second step were raised, and Ye Feng felt that the aura in his body had been absorbed, and he seemed to be a hollowed-out corpse, which would be blown down by the wind at any time.

And then, one last step!