The outer defense of the wizard tower in the ancient ruins is limited, except for these monsters turned into statues, a round of crazy crit killed all the monsters, Ye Qing came to the door of the tower.

The wizard's tower was of average size, and the gate was large enough for him to enter, and he had to bend down to get in.

There was nothing on the first floor, the tower gate was already broken, and if there were any monsters, it would have rushed out long ago.

Ye Qing glanced at the staircase, and silently changed back to the ordinary form, he could squeeze in the door, this staircase was not that big, and he couldn't go up with his current state of creating a real body.

"I've got to make a smaller transformation, otherwise it's too inconvenient!"

Carrying a sword in each hand, two golden hooks like snakes with their heads held high stand on their backs, and one foot on the stone steps of the staircase.

The Wizard's Tower was dim, and there was nothing to illuminate except for some gem-like ornaments on the wall to provide a light source, except for the soft ball of light above his head, illuminating a radius of more than ten meters around him.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew from the top of his head, Ye Qing immediately looked up, and saw a huge face looking at him above his head, a gray mist erupted from his open mouth, he immediately freed his hand to grab a chain and threw it, the golden hook pierced into his face, it turned out to be empty.

But he felt that the golden hook seemed to have caught something, and he pulled it hard, and a sharp scream came, and a white shadow was forcibly pulled out by him, it was a spirit.

Spirits have different names in different worlds, the source is basically the same, it is the soul of the deceased that has not dissipated, the combat power is strong and weak, the ability in front of him is extremely strange, and the strength is quite strong, he can still resist when he is hooked by the Thousand Tribulation God Slaughter, the pupils of his eyes shrink inward into a whirlpool, and a strange fluctuation shoots directly into his eyes.

"Interesting!"

Ye Qing grabbed another hook and hooked the spirit body, and the two hooks were separated and pulled hard, tearing it in half.

The power of the arcana, which is incomparably powerful in any world, even if it is not a true arcana, the power is not something that can be stopped by a mere spiritual body.

There are very few monsters inside this tower, most of them are spirits, and they can be seen on almost every floor, and they are estimated to be the original apprentices of this wizard tower, and the higher they go, the fewer they are, and the stronger they are. However, no matter how strong he is, he will be divided under the slaughter of the Thousand Tribulation Gods, and no spirit can stop him from tearing him apart for the time being.

It wasn't until he entered the seventeenth floor, that is, the top few floors of this wizard tower, that he finally saw a spirit body dressed in a white robe and emitting a faint white light, a different spirit body, not only his appearance was clear, but also his own consciousness, as soon as he saw him, he said:

"A wizard from afar, I am willing to give you all the relics of my life!"

Ye Qing was about to throw it out with a hook, but when he heard this, he stopped his movements, tilted his head and looked up and down at this spirit body that obviously had his own wisdom, and suddenly smiled:

"May I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me, I can tell you everything I know."

"How did you die?"

The spirit was stunned for a moment, and said slowly:

"You can change the question."

"No, I'll just ask that."

The spirit did not speak for a long time, as if in deep thought, and after a long time raised its head, and said slowly:

"I am..."

At this moment, a large amount of black mist began to condense behind the white spirit, and a black vortex began to take shape, and a black tentacle like a finger flew out of the vortex and pointed at the back of the white spirit's head.

The white-robed spirit body froze for a moment, and then began to turn black with the black tentacles as the center, as if white was dyed black, spreading rapidly.

The first to change was its head, the white light on its body quickly extinguished, most of its head began to distort, and the spirit also felt its own changes, a look of pain appeared on its face, and it reached out and pressed it on its head, as if pressed on ink, and the palm of the hand immediately began to turn black.

"Mixed .... Yes! ”

The white light on the spirit body surged, and as soon as he tried to say a word, the black instantly swelled and submerged it, and the whole person was distorted and deformed on the spot, and a large number of black tentacles stretched out from the body and fluttered around him, and an extremely evil aura came to his face.

"Damn, there can't be an ancient evil thing in this ruin!"

This extremely evil aura Ye Qing is very familiar with, he has seen it many times in the Tower of Babel, it is exactly the same as this one, but the type is different, it is not similar to the ancient evil thing he has seen, and he doesn't know what kind of evil thing it is.

In addition to the famous categories such as nightmares and worm walkers, there are actually many kinds of ancient evil things, or there is no specific type and number of ancient evil things, basically all evil things are likely to transform into ancient evil things, and there are tens of millions of types of evil things, plus various evolutionary branches, theoretically speaking, there are tens of thousands of kinds of ancient evil things, but most of the evil things have no chance to transform to that point.

He couldn't see the type of this ancient evil thing in front of him, and he couldn't judge it by just this trace of power if he didn't look at the body, but it was definitely a brand new evil thing, and it must be very powerful.

Fortunately, there is only a trace of the power of the ancient evil creature in front of him, and he is not even a projection incarnation, and he is not his opponent.

Grabbing the Thousand Tribulation God with both hands, the two golden hooks pierced the demonic spirit like golden meteors, and the spirit let out a silent roar, and a circle of black mist spread like ripples, and a large number of tentacles fused to form two larger tentacles to grasp the golden hook.

"Bang!"

The tentacles snapped inch by inch, but the gold was also bounced back.

Ye Qing was surprised that this evil thing still had this means, but the movements of his hands were not slow, he grabbed the chain and turned around, and hooked it again.

The power of the Creation Sphere when it changes out of the hook is much stronger than in other states, after all, it absorbs a part of another Arcana, the Thousand Tribulation Divine Slaughter itself belongs to the mature Divine Treasure, and the power obtained after fusion has matured, and the power is huge, if it is not limited to the fact that the Creation Sphere itself is not strong enough, if it is replaced by the Thousand Tribulation Divine Slaughter, even if it is just that fragment, a hook can kill this evil spirit.

After three rounds of hooks, the tentacles on the surface of the evil spirit's body all shattered, and when the fourth round of hooks was pierced, it opened its mouth and spewed out a chilling mist that turned into an ice shield, but it was directly smashed by the golden hook, and the golden light flashed straight into the spirit body, Ye Qing grabbed the chain and pulled it around with his hand, and pulled it violently, and with a sharp howl exploded in his ears, a crazy twisted tentacle was forcibly hooked out of the evil spirit's body by him.

This tentacle is a trace of the power of the ancient evil thing, full of madness and distortion, just as soon as you see it, you can feel the extreme restlessness in your heart, and there is a feeling of pins and needles on the surface of your body.

This is the depraved force field of ancient evils, and if you come here, you will be corrupted and corrupted at the first time.

The ancient evil thing was extremely terrifying, Ye Qing didn't dare to keep his hand, he opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of flame dragon breath scorching this twisted tentacle, and the scorching flame sprayed on this tentacle, even the flame began to corrupt and blacken, and the blackened part began to writhe, with a tendency to break away from other flames.

"This is really a fucking thing, how can there be an ancient evil thing here, this ancient wizard organization should not be destroyed by this ancient evil thing!"

It took him almost half an hour to finally clean up a trace of the power of this unknown ancient evil thing, as for the spirit body, it was already dead, and it was already dead when it was swallowed by the power of the ancient evil thing, and he forcibly hooked out the power of the ancient evil thing, and the body had already dissipated, and it was too late to save it.

The spirit left no useful information, the only thing that could be said to be useful was the word 'mix'.

"Chaos? Bastard? Or chaos? ”

There was too little information to analyze anything, Ye Qing shook his head and walked over the vanishing spirit body towards the top of the tower.

This spirit was the least enemy in this tower, and he didn't see any other spirits or monsters going up, so he turned the entire tower around, and only found some ore worth magic stones, and nothing else.

It's normal to think about it, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many thousands of years, nothing can withstand the power of time and be scrapped, like potions and magic stones have long been turned to ashes, only ore can be preserved forever.

Fortunately, the value of ore in ancient times is quite high, and the resources in ancient times are much richer than now, and many things at that time are estimated to be impossible to find now.

The only pity is that the level of this wizard tower is not high, or the strength of the owner of this wizard tower is not very strong, and the value of the things collected is limited, he slightly estimated that the total value of more than a dozen ores should be five or six hundred magic stones.

Coming out of the wizard tower, Ye Qing looked up at the center of the ancient ruins, the vague feeling before was now extremely clear, in that Tongtian Witch Tower, there was definitely an ancient evil thing, but I didn't know why I couldn't leave there.

That's right, the ancient evil creature was confined to a small place for some reason and couldn't leave, otherwise the crazy will of the ancient evil thing, he extinguished a trace of its will, and he would have personally killed the door, how could it be that he hadn't reacted until now.

In fact, it is impossible for other creatures to exist within the realm of the real ancient evil things, as long as someone approaches, there is no need to look for it, it will take the initiative to appear, how big is the domain of the ancient evil things, if it can move freely, not to mention this underground world, even the ground five-ring tower is not immune, and it is also in its range of activities.

Even though the Fifth Ring Tower had been safe and sound, and they didn't encounter it as soon as they entered the ground, it meant that this ancient evil creature must have been trapped somewhere, and at most it projected a trace of power.

If it was the incarnation of an ancient evil thing, Ye Qing would turn around and run without saying a word, but if it was just a trace of strength, he was not afraid.

Therefore, Ye Qing originally wanted to go to the center of the ancient ruins to take a look at the giant tower that reached the sky, but now he changed his plan, and decided to just take a turn around the edge of the ruins, and he didn't even dare to go to the dozens of layers of wizard towers in the center, lest he be caught by the ancient evil creatures and be miserable.

It was precisely because he had personally faced the ancient evil that he knew how powerful the real ancient evil thing was, and it was by no means something he could resist now, even if he tried his best, it was not enough for the strength of a finger of others.