It was still in the open space of the sword-wielding man that day.

The new sword bearers gather here.

The crowd was consciously divided into several groups, which was an instinctive huddle in an unfamiliar environment, and such a huddle made several figures particularly eye-catching in this crowd.

For example, those dark horses on the silver list, who did not have any familiar characters in Great Xia, did not seem to want to have any contact with them, and the ruthless attack at the Longmen meeting almost had written on their faces.

There are also little monks and Liu Dingdang, but the expressions of these two people are extremely relaxed, Liu Dingdang pulled the little monk to point here, look there, not so much to participate in the Demon Suppression Tower, but more like a tour of the mountains and rivers as relaxed and freehand.

Compared with these two groups of people, the situation of Xu Han and others is more delicate.

Of course, they can be regarded as the most amazing people in the Great Xia Rivers and Lakes in this sword holding competition.

It's just that such an astonishment is accompanied by a terrifying killing.

Xu Han slaughtered three powerhouses of the Great Yan Realm with his own strength, and he was still under the nose of the sword wielder, and the most terrifying thing was that Xu Han was worthy of the Heavenly Hunting Realm.

This cross-border battle has not happened before, after all, every era has the pride of the day, just like the scorching sun in March, which makes people dare not look directly. But crossing two borders in a row, with one enemy and three enemies, such a thing, at least in everyone's cognition, has never happened.

Therefore, everyone looked at Xu Han's gaze, and they could probably say that they were respectful and afraid, respecting this young man's decisiveness, daring to tear his face at Chixiaomen, which had long been unpopular, and afraid that this young man was outstanding and close to a monster.

But no matter what others were thinking, Xu Han didn't care. He knew very well in his heart that the reason why he was able to slaughter Lu Houde's group like this was only his right arm.

And this right arm, in fact, Xu Han can't use it in a short period of time, if he forcibly does so, the power in the demon arm will backlash, which will bring him great trouble.

Although Mr. Wei had already taught him the method of refining the demon arm, and he had indeed succeeded, Xu Han still had a long way to go before it was completely refined. There are a total of nine demon holes in this demon arm, and if you pass one, you can gain a layer of power, and you can also use it once unscathed. With more than ten days of hard work, Xu Han successfully opened up two demon caves, one was used to kill that Feng Tongzheng, that is, the elder sent by the Chixiao Sect to lead several elite disciples to participate in the sword holding competition, and the second was used to kill Lu Houde and others.

And after returning to Henghuang City, Mr. Wei opened up a demon cave for him, and this one, he also used it...

In short, at this moment, Xu Han has returned to his previous state, but he naturally will not correct these outsiders' opinions of him, after all, it can make people awe-inspiring and will save him a lot of unnecessary trouble and prying eyes.

At this moment, he is patiently explaining everything about the Demon Suppression Tower with Yan Chop and Fang Ziyu, of course, these contents are all he heard from Yuan Xiucheng as they are, these things He estimated that after the Demon Suppression Tower is opened, the person in charge will also explain to everyone, Yan Chop He is not worried, but Fang Ziyu's big temperament, he is a little relieved, and has to explain it to her in detail.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and Xu Han and the others also put away the ongoing conversation at that time and looked sideways.

However, he saw that it was the sword holding pavilion master who was a little bloated and terrifying, and a thin monk who was already past the age of antiquity, and behind them, standing were many sword holders, including Nangong Jing, and a group of monks with a silent expression and gray monk robes.

"The old monk is the abbot of Longyin Temple, not bitter master, he is very old, according to legend, he is the living Buddha who has been passed on by Li Dongjun, the national teacher of Great Xia. Seeing this group of people coming, Yan Shu beside Xu Han hurriedly leaned into Xu Han's ear and whispered.

Xu Han nodded, glanced at the old monk, and didn't think much about it.

And the crowd also consciously parted at that time, making way for Xiao Yu and the master who was not bitter.

Everyone stepped in and walked straight to the center of the clearing, at that time, Xiao Yu and the old monk glanced at each other, and the sword-bearer behind him poured out at that time, forcing the crowd back, and before everyone could understand what was so-called, the group of monks brought by Master Buku suddenly formed a circle behind them. Then those monks sat down cross-legged, one by one, their faces were silent, their hands were folded in front of their chests, and they recited the Buddha's name, and the golden light swept away, and everyone couldn't hear the Buddha's name, nor could they really see the enchantment, but they just felt that at that moment, a majestic momentum swept away, which made people feel awe-inspired.

After a few breaths, a huge golden Buddha statue sitting on the lotus platform suddenly emerged in the circular enchantment formed by the group of monks.

I saw that the Buddha statue was solemn, surrounded by dazzling golden light, and one of his hands slowly stretched out and slapped towards the ground.

Rumble!

A muffled thud exploded.

Under the amazed gaze of everyone, a huge iron tower slowly rose from the ground at that time, passed through the Buddha statue, and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this realm, everyone was shocked, and they probably came back to their senses, it turned out that this so-called Demon Suppression Tower was actually hidden in this open space.

The tower is about 100 zhang high, made of cold iron, covered with all kinds of iron cables, from time to time there are some jerky and difficult to understand Sanskrit words emerge, and then flashes away, obviously some great power engraved on the seal, and the tower body since the moment it emerged, a terrible demonic aura was also surging at that time, permeating the whole field.

"This is the Demon Suppression Tower!" At this time, that Nangong Jing walked to the front of the tower, looked around at the people present with shocked faces, and said loudly.

"This tower was cast by the sages to seal the Great Demon, the tower is divided into ten layers, and there are all kinds of illusions in it!"

......

What Nangong Jing said was probably not much different from what Xu Han had heard from Yuan Xiucheng, but some details were something that Yuan Xiucheng had not said.

For example, once you enter the tower, you will be immediately transported to a certain place on the first level of the portal, and although this tower looks like it is only ten feet long, it is extremely large inside. After absorbing enough Origin Demon Power, the monk will be teleported out, and each layer can only advance and not retreat, so each monk needs to choose the appropriate number of layers according to their ability to kill the phantom demon to obtain demon power.

And these origin demon powers are likely to be a huge help for everyone present to ascend to the fairy realm one day.

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone present became eager, after all, this Demon Suppression Tower could be said to be one of the main purposes for most of the people present to participate in this Sword Pavilion.

Not only these new sword wielders, but also Nangong Jing and the others were also excited at that time, after all, they had been engaged in the Sword Wing Pavilion for many years, and because of some regulations, they needed enough merit to obtain the qualification to enter the Demon Suppression Tower, and now that the new sword bearers can enter, Xiao Yu naturally can't favor one over the other, so everyone, including Nangong Jing, was allowed to enter the Demon Suppression Tower together this time.

With Nangong Jing's order, everyone lined up at that time and began to walk into the Demon Suppression Tower, which was regarded as a holy place by the Great Xia Jianghu.

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"Alas, old bald man, are you scolding me with that kid Li Yulin. Looking at the little monk in the crowd, Xiao Yu, who was standing in the distance, suddenly leaned into the ear of the old monk beside him who lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and asked softly.

"Amitabha. Monks don't lie, what does Master Xiao mean by this?" The old monk replied without raising his head after hearing this, but after reciting the Buddha for a long time.

The fat-headed and big-eared pavilion master didn't like this monk to ask knowingly and pretend to be confused.

He frowned, pointed to the little monk in the crowd and said, "Old bald, you showed me clearly, who is that guy?"

The old monk raised his head calmly and glanced at the little monk, and the Guanglin ghost who had not yet stepped into the tower seemed to feel something at that time, and also turned his head and looked at the place where the old monk was. At that time, the calm old monk's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to his original state, he withdrew his gaze, and said softly: "It's just a fate." ”

"Don't come to me!Is Li Dongjun not dead!" Xiao Yu waved his sleeves, simply picked out the topic directly, and asked bluntly.

"The national teacher has been in seclusion for many years, and he has only been in contact with His Majesty, Xiao Shizhu asked the poor monk in an aggressive tone, it is better to ask His Majesty. The old monk once again regained his indifferent appearance of looking at his nose and nose, and his mouth responded.

Xiao Yu couldn't see this old guy's ability to push the ball, he pouted: "I have already gone to look for the kid surnamed Li, but he is so sick that he refuses to see me..."

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu paused deliberately, but his gaze fell directly on the old monk's face, trying to see something from the expression on his face. But this old guy has lived for so many years, and his heart is natural, and he still looks like he has nothing to do with himself at the moment.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu sneered in his heart, and secretly said to see how long you can pretend.

At that time, the corners of his mouth hooked up a teasing smile, and he said again: "You know, I am a straight person, with a tendon in my head, and the more he doesn't tell me, the more I have to figure it out." ”

"So a few days ago, I went to the ruined temple and found the tomb that said the tomb of Li Dongjun, the national teacher of Great Xia. ”

As if he had a premonition, the muscles on the old monk's face twitched slightly, but he still said in his mouth: "Since the tomb has been found, it is reasonable to let him be buried in the ground." ”

"That's nature. Xiao Yu looked at the old monk who was forced to be calm, and his heart was even more proud, "But I thought about it again, if the national teacher hadn't died, wouldn't this tomb curse his old man?

Speaking of this, Xiao Yu stopped again and looked at the old monk on the side with interest. I saw that although the old monk was still calm and relaxed, his ears were obviously very concerned about what Xiao Yu was doing.

"So, I dug up the grave. ”

"And guess what? there's nothing in that tomb!"

The muscles on his face twitched again, he couldn't hold back his composure anymore, his eyes widened, he looked at the pavilion master with a cheap smile on his face, pointed to his nose and scolded: "Xiao Fatty! You dare to dig up my master's tomb!!!"