Xiang Yang gritted his teeth, and the black air flow in his body came out of his body, and now, he could only use the Wraith Soul Technique again, although he knew that even if he used the Wraith Soul Technique, he might not be able to win this Qinglin Messenger, but if he didn't use it, he would almost definitely lose.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, wraith sword qi!" Xiang Yang struggled to slash at the Qinglin envoy who had the Qingkun law phase, and the sword collision aroused infinite power, the sword momentum and the sword momentum were intertwined, and it was a stalemate for several breaths, and then the sword momentum gradually defeated the sword momentum, surging towards Xiang Yang, and a black air shield appeared outside Xiang Yang's body, completely dissolving the sword momentum that had been at the end of the strong crossbow.

"Huhu ......" But even so, Xiang Yang still felt exhausted and kept panting, if he continued to fight like this, his physical strength would not be able to hold on.

And the face of the Qinglin envoy gradually had some anxious looks, and even some sweat came out, he didn't expect that this kid would be able to face himself head-on with the Qingkun Law Aspect without falling behind, this is simply impossible, is this kid's strength really so strong, even the one who opened the Qingkun Law Aspect is not his opponent? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

The Qinglin envoy attacked Xiang Yang again and again, Xiang Yang had to forcibly fight with the breath of the wraith, coupled with the artistic conception of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, he actually parried all the attacks of the Qinglin envoy one by one, although Xiang Yang looked a little disadvantaged, and he was even more out of breath, but now Xiang Yang was a little happy, because he felt that the strength of this Qinglin envoy's attack was getting weaker and weaker, otherwise, it would be impossible for him to defend it, I am afraid that the time of this Qinglin envoy's Qingkun law phase is not long.

"No way, how can you take it, no...... Ahhhh......h

Subsequently, a lot of black power emerged from the body of the Qinglin envoy, all of which poured into Xiang Yang's body, and Xiang Yang suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, obviously this Qinglin envoy had a lot of black spirit.

And at this time, the entire martial arts competition was silent, they could hardly believe that this young man had defeated the powerful Qinglin envoy, this was really a hell of a thing, and the martial artist who presided over was even more sluggish and motionless, and time seemed to be forbidden like this.

"Won, he won!" I don't know who was the first to shout, and then the warriors below shouted in unison.

"You won, you will become our new envoy in the Tower of Babel in the future! I saw your message just now, your name is Xiang Yang, and the envoy to Xiang Yang will take the place of Qinglin's envoy in the future, and now you can go to the seventh layer to report, congratulations. After the presiding martial artist reacted, he also said with some excitement, how many years, since he presided over the tournament here, although he has it once a month, but without exception, he has lost, and today he finally witnessed the birth of a new messenger.

"No, no......" and the Qinglin envoy muttered blankly on the ground, he knew that after this defeat, he really had nothing, and after being challenged, he would give 30% of his black spirit to the new envoy, and he would also lose the title of the messenger of the Tower of Babel, the decline in strength, the decline in status, completely made the Qinglin envoy feel uncomfortable and desperate.

Xiang Yang didn't have much joy, he knew that he was just a drop in the ocean in this Babel Tower, and the Qinglin Envoy was just a middle-to-upper existence in the Messenger to put it bluntly, and it was so difficult for him to even beat the Qinglin Envoy, how could he be happy? He was more confused now, when would this Babel Tower be able to get out, if he practiced normally, 1 year, 10 years, or even a lifetime? No, it must not be like this, if it takes a lifetime of retreat to go out in the Tower of Babel, it is too heavy, he still has the bonds of the martial arts world, his father, Feixue, Phantom Yu, Ah Yue, and even Chunxue, these people are the most concerned in his heart, and he must not allow himself to stay in the tower forever.

looked at the black card in his hand, and the black card read:

"At present, the black spirit: 365626, the level of wealth: very high, the highest tower that can be reached: the seventh floor, identity: the messenger of the quasi-Babel Tower. ”

Seeing this information in the black card, Xiang Yang felt that this messenger was worthy of being a messenger, and he actually let him have more than 300,000 black spirits at once, which is really incredible, this should not be a 10% deduction, otherwise, how much does this Qinglin envoy get...... Xiang Yang was a little puzzled when he looked at the words "Quasi-Babel Emissary" on the identity information, this quasi-Babel Emissary is probably because he has been recognized by the identity of the Babel Emissary, but he still has to go to the seventh layer to report, if he really goes to the seventh layer to report, he should be the real Babel Emissary.

Under everyone's gaze, Xiang Yang pulled Xiang Xueyi to the Heavenly Steps, he wanted to go to the seventh layer as soon as possible, and then find a way to go to the eighth layer.

With a flash of light and shadow, after the eyes were blank, Xiang Yang and Xue Yi came to the seventh floor of the Tower of Babel.

When Xiang Yang was on the seventh floor, he originally thought that the seventh floor would be a more luxurious and larger floor, but he found that it was very small and very simple, and there were very few people, only occasionally walking by some martial artists, and these martial artists Xiang Yang knew in his heart that these people should be messengers.

There is a building similar to a palace in front of the seventh floor, Xiang Yang knew at a glance that this should be the place where the envoys do errands, so he pulled Xiang Xueyi and walked in, there were no other people in the lobby, and directly opposite was a counter-like place, in front of the counter, a middle-aged warrior sat lazily there.

"Hello, is this the place to report?" asked Xiang Yang directly.

"Oh, are you the same Xiang Yang who defeated the Qinglin Envoy in the selection competition, hehe, you are still so young, interesting, interesting. The middle-aged man smiled, but looked straight at Xiang Yang, as if he wanted to see every part of Xiang Yang's body.

"It's just a fluke. Xiang Yang said modestly, it's better to keep a low profile here.

"Well, not much else, as long as you imprint this Babel Seal in the depths of your soul, you can become a true Babel Emissary. The middle-aged man replied.

"Tongtian Seal, what is this?" Xiang Yang frowned when he heard this, and printed the Tongtian Seal, and he had a bad premonition.

"The seal of heaven is a sign of becoming a messenger, don't think about anything else. The middle-aged man said impatiently.

"I refuse to print. Xiang Yang categorically refused, this Tongtian Seal should probably be something similar to a soul mark, this kind of thing is imprinted in the depths of the soul, this is definitely a big pit.

"If you refuse to seal the Seal of Babel, you will immediately lose the identity of the messenger of the Tower of Babel, think about it, you will not be able to become the messenger of the Tower of Babel with great promise, and you will be admired by countless people, and you will be above 10,000 people, if you don't want to be the messenger of the Tower of Babel, there are many people who want to be it!" The middle-aged warrior had some meaning of persuasion, but the more Xiang Yang listened, the more he felt that he was really confused, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at, am I not right?" The middle-aged man frowned, it was indeed uncomfortable to be interrupted.

"I laugh at you for being a fool or if you yourself are a fool, this kind of mark is printed, it may be true that ten thousand people are above, but if you don't print it, you may be yourself, and after you are printed, you will be a lackey of Babel, do you think I don't know this truth?" Xiang Yang sneered.

"You're too worried, the tower master printed the seal of Babel just to better explain some of the situation of the Tower of Babel, and to better understand you, guide you, and have a bright future in the future, boy, don't you destroy your future." The middle-aged warrior waved his hand and said.

"No, I can't bear this mark, goodbye. Xiang Yang categorically refused, it was absolutely impossible for him to imprint any seals, in this way, it was more uncomfortable to lose himself than death, he didn't believe that the Lord of the Tower of Babel gave the new messenger the seal of Tongtian for any kind of guidance, and he could point out why he didn't choose such a subtle place for centralized teaching, in fact, there was a chance that this was probably because the tower master wanted to control the envoys under his command and the warriors above him were used by him.

"Haha, let me tell you a story, once upon a time, there was a young man, who was also very talented, and finally became a quasi-envoy, at that time he was so arrogant that he didn't even pay attention to the tower master, and let him put the mark and categorically refused, guess what his later ending was?" The middle-aged warrior said lightly, the threat was very heavy.

"I don't want to know how he ends. Xiang Yang smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth.

"The end is that he disappeared into the world forever, you know what I mean. The middle-aged man said coldly.

"yes, then I'll really have to see if I'm going to disappear into the world forever like him. Xiang Yang replied with color.

"Are you really not printing?" the middle-aged man shouted, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Do you still want to hold on to my seal, then look at your ability!" Xiang Yang showed a hint of disdain, pulled up Xiang Xueyi and walked out, he knew that since this middle-aged man was here as a reception, he was afraid that he should be in a relatively low position among the envoys, and just looking at the momentum, the momentum that this middle-aged man had just burst out was far inferior to that of the Qinglin envoy, and Xiang Yang was sure that he could not rashly do anything to himself.

After walking out of the hall, Xiang Yang and Xiang Xueyi came to the steps of Tongtian and wanted to go down, but found that they couldn't start no matter what.