"Whoosh!"

In the distance where the voice came, Song Ziyang could vaguely see several figures, which disappeared in a flash, rushing towards the place where the treasure light bloomed.

"It turns out that this ancient secret place is called the Tower of Babel!"

Song Ziyang hesitated slightly, and then rushed over, "According to what Master said, there are a lot of treasures hidden on the first and second floors at the top. At that time, he told me in detail about the situation and the dangers he encountered. However, the most precious thing in the first two layers is the Thunder Channeling Bottle, which has been taken away by the master. ”

As for the arrangement of the first and second floors, I am afraid that no one knows this better than him.

So, he decided to go and investigate to see if there was a chance to fish in troubled waters.

In addition, the treasure was born, such a hot and dazzling treasure light, almost shining in the sky, all the big forces in Qingzhou, I am afraid that they have already got the news at the first time and rushed over.

No!

They had even foreseen the news of the birth of the treasure before, and they had come to guard it in advance, just like the exclamation just now.

Among these people, there must be many monks who participated in the siege of the Nine Palace Sect!

Now that he has changed his appearance and no one recognizes him, then he can blend into the Tower of Babel and find a chance to avenge his master.

There was a flame burning in his heart, but his eyes were very calm, not blinded by hatred at all.

I don't know what kind of material this character mask is refined, it is really extremely tough, and the skin on his face is exploded under the thunder, but the human skin mask is still intact.

He ran the autumn water to catch the cicada, and his body was like a puff of green smoke, walking through the rain.

Soon, Baoguang was already close at hand.

As he expected, there were already a lot of monks squatting here, and more were coming.

He silently found an unnoticeable corner and began to look around, and at the same time he was a little glad in his heart:

Fortunately, the mountain peak he was staying in before was far away from here, otherwise he would have been noticed if he used a lightning bottle to guide thunder.

If you are caught, you will really die!

It is a narrow valley, and on the shady side of the main peak, the trees are extremely low and the grass is abundant, and there is a faint sound of mosquitoes chirping in between.

In the middle of the valley, there was a house-like structure, jutting out of the ground.

This building is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and at the top is a huge piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, which is integrated into one, shaped like a foundation, facing the direction of Song Ziyang, and can be clearly seen, and there are three big characters carved on the back: "Babel Tower!"

This is the Tower of Babel in the Ancient Secret Land!

And as Master said, he went into the ground upside down.

Below the Extraterrestrial Meteorite is the first floor of the Tower of Babel, and the Infinite Light blooms outwards from the windows around this first layer.

All the people stared at the Tower of Babel with burning eyes, wanting to enter, but this light was not only dazzling, but also contained an extremely soft power, keeping all the monks out of the way, unable to move forward any further.

Perhaps it was not yet time for the Tower of Babel to open, and no matter how much the strongest group of people present tried, they would not be able to enter it.

Song Ziyang was not in a hurry, but just checked the list he got from the Caocheng Holy Treasure Building, and looked at every monk present one by one.

The service of Shengbaolou is very intimate, not just to give a list, under each person's name, there is a portrait.

These portraits are all by the same artist, and with a few brushstrokes, they can depict a person very vividly.

Not to mention, it really made him find a lot of people.

"Haicheng Gaoyang family, Caocheng Zhou family, Yin Fumen Qiu family, Qingzhou Prefecture Mu's strong Jin Kesu...... Oh, a lot of people!"

He chuckled softly, his smile grim.

These families almost include the strongest strength in Qingzhou, and even include the Qingzhou Prefecture Pastoral Mansion.

If you want revenge, you really have a long way to go.

Qingzhou belonged to the Yuheng Dynasty, and the Yuheng Dynasty was founded by the Yin-Yang Method, and most of the countries were Yin-Yang sects.

Of course, there are also many monks from the other five great sects, but compared to the monks of the Yinyang Sect, they are all a drop in the bucket.

The many monks present were basically all Yin-Yang Warlocks, only a few sword cultivators with swords on their backs, martial artists of the Martial Sect whose whole body was about to burn, and in the far corner, there were a few monks who were shrouded in black robes, like people from the Witch Sect.

As for the Mo family and the doctors, he didn't see it.

He had heard the master say that the monks of the Mo family were basically condensed in the Moli Dynasty and would not go out easily, while the master only said that he should be careful when encountering the doctor, and did not say much else.

He was very puzzled by this, what should he be careful about in the medical family, hanging pots to help the world, helping people in the world and the critically ill?

"Jiazi meets, Babel Tower is born! The news that has been circulating in Qingzhou in recent days did not expect it to be true!"

"You also heard the news? It is said that this news came from the Holy Treasure Building in Zecheng, and if you are well-informed, you have to count the Holy Treasure Building. ”

"The news is true from the Zecheng Holy Treasure Building, but I heard that there are many hidden ...... behind this."

"No matter what the secrets are, when this news is released, it will be a great opportunity for us to disperse. ”

“......”

Not far from him, some loose cultivators gathered and talked excitedly.

"Hey, little brother, you're also a casual cultivator, come and join us!"

At this time, from this group of people, a middle-aged man who looked very cool walked out, and when he came to Song Ziyang's approach, he warmly invited.

Song Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and he wanted to refuse, but he didn't speak.

Lang Shuang's middle-aged man smiled, and persuaded again: "It is not easy to practice casually, you can only survive in the cracks of the big forces and big sects, they won't pay attention to us on weekdays, but in front of the treasures, they won't keep their hands, you get the treasures alone, and you will definitely be killed and robbed in the end." ”

"And if we are together, any force or sect will think twice if they want to do it. So, the stakes in this, little brother, you should think about it. ”

When he said this, the expression on his face was very sincere and infectious.

Even Song Ziyang had to admit that what this person said was very reasonable.

However, his ambition is not on the secret treasure, but he is playing the piano to the cow.

"Okay, I'll join you. ”

He thought about it for a moment and finally agreed.

His idea is very simple, acting alone, it is too eye-catching, especially his cultivation is not high, if he suddenly makes a sudden move in secret, he is afraid that he will soon be discovered, but he acts with a group of people, and it is much more low-key.

"Congratulations, little brother, you made the right choice. ”

Lang Shuang's middle-aged man laughed, nodded with satisfaction, patted Song Ziyang's shoulder, and said, "Introduce yourself, Qingzhou Zecheng Sanxiu Ma Tengfei, you can call me Da Fei or Fei Ge." ”

"Phineas. ”

Song Ziyang agreed and walked over with him.

At the same time, he probed his cultivation by the way, and was suddenly shocked: I can't detect it!

The spiritual consciousness is released, like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

This means that the other party's cultivation is at least above the three heavens of moving mountains.

A person with such strength is still a casual cultivator?

Even if it is a casual cultivator, if you join a big force casually, you will get the status of a guest or above, where can you worry about cultivation resources?

Could it be that he is really a caring person who thinks about loose cultivation?

He couldn't help muttering in his heart, and subconsciously raised a trace of vigilance.

He is now a frightened bird, and he is extremely sensitive to anything out of the ordinary.

"I don't know what to call the little brother?" asked Ma Tengfei with a chuckle.

"Zheng Baorui. ”

Song Ziyang said lightly, his face was slightly indifferent, and he didn't like to talk much.

It was only at the mention of the name that a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Zheng Baorui was his best friend in the sect, but when the sect was besieged, the summoned golden armor god split the sword in two.

At that time, he watched this scene, but there was nothing he could do.

"Zheng Baorui, Baorui is peaceful, gentle and elegant, good name!" Ma Tengfei praised.

Walking into the circle where the scattered cultivators gathered, he clapped his palms to calm everyone down, and then said enthusiastically:

"Come on, let me introduce to you, this is a new little brother named Zheng Baorui. At a young age, he already has the cultivation of the Seven Heavens of the Tibetan Sea, and if he can get some treasures in the Tower of Babel this time, his future achievements will definitely be limitless. ”

Everyone looked at Song Ziyang together, with indifference, enthusiasm, kindness and jealousy in their eyes, and so on.

"This is Xu Feng, this is Wu Zhiqiang, this is Zhang Congsuo, and this is ......"

Ma Tengfei introduced the others to Song Ziyang again.

Song Ziyang nodded to them indifferently, and then stopped speaking.

Seeing that he had a strange temper and didn't like to talk, everyone stopped paying attention to him and continued to talk.

"Hahaha, you haven't gone in yet, it seems that my aunt and grandmother are not late!"

At this moment, an arrogant and pleasant voice came from afar.

Immediately after, a petite and delicate figure rushed towards this side from a distance.

"This voice is so familiar, isn't it ......"

When Song Ziyang heard this voice, he was stunned, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

This figure traveled from far to near, and in the blink of an eye, it was outside the valley.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by this figure.

This is a girl with the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, dressed in a purple power suit, with a big grinning female appearance, carrying a long knife with a sheath on her shoulder, the blade is five feet long, almost the same height as her, and it looks extremely domineering.

"It's really her, what is the chief scoop of the eighteen serial villages in Dongyang Mountain, Chu Yidao!"

Song Ziyang stretched out his hand to support his forehead, "That crazy woman who likes the smell of sweat on her body, and wants to arrest herself to be the 'Lady of the Village'!"