Bang!

The door of the underground hidden sword room slowly opened, and Ye Changsheng's mood at that moment was like a child standing barefoot on the seashore.

The old manager didn't move for a long time, feeling that he was so bored, he smiled, turned to leave, and closed the door with his hand.

Silently, Ye Changsheng threw his hand, and the immortal sword flew into the sky with a whoosh, hovering happily above his head.

The Purple Shadow Spirit Snake immediately followed, twisting its body and wrapping itself around the hilt of the sword incomparably closely.

The multicolored star sand is also gorgeously diffused, turning into multicolored tassels, which are embellished at the end of the hilt.

Ye Changsheng smiled and said, "Go ahead!"

The Immortal Sword nodded, and flew towards the magnificent sea of swords with a whoosh.

300,000 Tibetan swords, covering such a large area, if it weren't for the space folded, I'm afraid that half of Furong City would not be able to accommodate it.

Even after being folded, it was extremely wide, and the Immortal Sword flew away after a while.

Ye Changsheng strode forward, passing through canyons, crossing waves of the sea, and finally standing in the ancient sword collection area.

If it's spring near the gate, then it's winter, and it's winter.

The evil qi that escaped from the ancient sword had already formed a microclimate, and entering this area was like entering an isolated world.

Ye Changsheng took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, took out a delicate timekeeping hourglass, and put it beside him.

He slowly closed his eyes, his heart was peaceful, and he shouted softly: "Suck!"

The "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter" of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", the mystery was instantly opened, and a black vortex appeared on his chest, rumbling and circling.

The black storm arose, and the evil qi wandering in the air, the evil qi contained in the ancient sword, as if inspired by an invisible force, wandered towards Ye Changsheng one after another.

The powerful and pure evil qi frantically poured into the black whirlpool, and was immediately transformed into a black energy, roaring into the spiritual sea space of the dantian.

The black floating lotus, the seventy-two petals are flashing with brilliant colors, and the seventh-level floating tutu standing in the center is mysteriously tall and majestic.

A frenzy of black energy surged, and the seven-story tower began to light up from the first floor.

One layer of tower, lotus cloth purification power.

Two-story tower, small dragon elephant power.

Three-story tower, "snake dance" yoga power.

Four-story tower, Molian self-healing power.

For a whole day and night, the energy of the four-story tower was all replenished, exuding a treasure light like black glass.

The black storm on Ye Changsheng's chest was still there, and after the evil qi was transformed into the energy of the Floating Slaughter, it flowed upwards along the seventh-level Floating Slaughter, frantically injecting into the fifth-layer tower.

The space of the five-story tower is not many times larger than the four-story tower, and the space of the four-story tower below is larger combined.

Another day and night passed, and the Futu energy was just frantically pouring in, but there was no sign of being full at all, and there was no sign of promotion.

The evil qi that had accumulated outside Ye Changsheng's body had completely submerged him, like a huge black hurricane, rumbling and circling under the traction of the vortex in his chest.

Ye Changsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his mood fluctuated slightly.

He had only asked President Mu Qingke for seven days, and during those seven days, the Underground Sword Hidden Room would not accept anyone again, and no one would disturb him.

But now that two days have passed, the five-layer floating slaughter has never been opened, and there is not even a sign of opening.

The five-story tower space that flashed with black light was like a bottomless pit, frantically devouring the floating energy flowing in, and then turned into nothingness.

The energy that poured in was like escaping from a crack that Ye Changsheng couldn't see.

Another day and a night passed.

Ye Changsheng was wrapped in a black hurricane, and the inside of his body swelled, as if it was about to be torn apart.

His mind fluctuated again, but he had to force it down.

With the improvement of his cultivation, the efficiency of the Nine Heavens Refining Divine Technique in transforming evil qi has also been greatly improved.

However, after all, he is flesh and blood, and after such a long time, he has begun to be overwhelmed by the impact of such powerful energy.

If it weren't for the fact that he had re-strengthened his meridians and physical body because of his control of spiritual fire, I am afraid that he would have been unable to hold on to it for a long time.

Just when Ye Changsheng was impetuous, suddenly, the black storm in his chest seemed to slow down a little.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but perk up, the transformation of the "Secret Record of the Floating Slaughter" slowed down, which meant that the energy of the fifth layer of the Floating Slaughter was almost saturated.

Sure enough, the void and vast five-story tower space was filled with a black energy mist, and at the bottom of the space, a huge vortex suddenly appeared.

Strands of floating energy were extracted into the shape of the wind, and slowly rotated around the center of the space.

A sense of steadiness arises spontaneously, like a person who has been adrift on the sea for a long time, and suddenly his feet are on land.

The wind wheel, which rotated against the ground, became thicker and thicker, and when it accumulated to the point of no return, a huge whirlpool appeared above it.

The energy of the floating slaughter was extracted into streams of water, and it also began to spiral, forming a huge and incomparable water wheel.

First the wind wheel, then the water wheel, is it ......

Ye Changsheng sensed the space of the five-story tower, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but move in his heart.

When the water wheel was too thick to be infinite, another whirlpool appeared on top of it.

The swirling Futu energy was endlessly compressed, and finally turned into a millstone-like existence, revealing a metallic texture on the surface, rumbling and turning.

When the golden wheel also accumulated to the point of being incomparable, a whirlpool appeared on the top of the golden wheel again.

The energy of the floating slaughter turned into grains of dust, revealing a dim yellow, and the disk rotated.

Boom, boom!

In the space of the five-story tower, a dull roar began to sound.

In the middle of nowhere, there seem to be countless mountains rising from the ground, as if there are countless seas undulating and sinking, as if there are countless stars, throwing out their star tracks.

However, everything is an illusion, the space of the five-story tower is still a void, and even the four spinning wheels are hidden into nothingness.

Rumble!

It was in the midst of nothingness that the fifth-level space erupted with a roar again.

Ye Changsheng's soul vibrated endlessly, as if he had crossed the mountains and seas, crossed the stars, and crossed into the endless world.

Hastily!

The soul was instantly retracted and re-frozen in the space of the five-story tower.

In the mist-shrouded space, a black mustard seed floats.

Sumeru is wide, and mustard seeds are prosperous.

Void is one, if there is no reality.

The rolling magic sound came from afar, echoing in the space of the five-story tower, echoing in the depths of Ye Changsheng's soul, for a long time.

The next moment, the mustard seeds bloomed with a crystal light, illuminating the entire space.

The five-story floating slaughter opens.

"The Secret of the Floating Slaughter" has advanced to the fifth level, Miaoguang!