The Tower of Babel, the black enchantment that suddenly appeared, plunged the entire One Sword Divine Sect into a panic.

Although there is an explanation for the sect leader Qiao Yang to repair the Tower of Babel, there is still a lot of turmoil.

Some people believe this explanation, others don't.

Because... The smell that emanated.

Anyone who has entered the Tower of Babel will be able to perceive that this is the breath of the Tower of Babel.

All of a sudden, in the entire mountain gate, the disciples of all peaks were vying to discuss the matter of the Tower of Babel.

Rumors, various versions, keep flowing out.

Even many of the brave ones even approached the black barrier privately, ready to take a look at what was going on in this Tower of Babel...

And at this moment, in the Tower of Babel.

The harsh wind that caused all this, but he didn't know the changes in the Tower of Babel at all.

For him, it was just a simple entry into the Tower of Babel.

That's all.

At this moment, looking at the scene in front of him, Yan Feng's eyebrows condensed slightly.

They are all black spirits, and their forms are extremely hideous.

The way to test the strength of this Babel Tower is very simple, one word: kill!

The number of layers that can be killed represents the level of strength of the interloper.

And it is these black spirits that are used to verify their strength.

Spirit...

It never dispersed.

This made Yan Feng quite surprised.

It stands to reason that the Tower of Babel has stood for so many years, and there are countless disciples who have broken through the level. I am afraid that these spirits will be destroyed a long time ago.

Tilt your head slightly, looking at the top of this first layer.

At this moment, Yan Feng stood outside a huge bronze gate that seemed to be illusory.

This bronze door is illusory.

The entire tower was covered in a dark sky, as if entering an abyss of weeping.

I have to say that Yan Feng was also a little shocked.

In this first layer, there is no end to the sky, only in this highest place, there is a dark black vortex, flowing gloomily.

This means that this is a small world... And that vortex, if you guessed correctly, is the world that leads to the second level.

A small world on a floor, the cultivation of the people who refined this Tower of Babel is simply unfathomable!

And inside this bronze gate, those black spirits are like crazy one by one at this moment.

These black spirits were affected by the appearance of the harsh wind, and they all slammed into the bronze door.

With each impact, the bronze door materializes, and the illusory ripples on it spread out like water ripples.

However, no matter how these black spirits collide, this bronze gate is as solid as gold, and it is not at all something that these black spirits can break through.

And this first layer of the black spirit.

Its strength is only the Heavenly Sage... Moreover, it is the most inferior existence among the Heavenly Saints.

Yan Feng, with indifference in his eyes.

One step, stepping towards this bronze door.

Man, who has penetrated directly through this illusory bronze gate,

This door only blocks the black spirit, not the person.

As soon as Yan Fengfang entered, these black spirits were surging!

Yan Feng could clearly see the hideous appearance of these black spirits...

It has a human face, but its hands and feet are eight-legged and four-handed, especially the mouth, which is full of sharp teeth, which makes people shudder at a glance.

However...

In Yan Feng's eyes, none of these had any deterrent power.

Roaring, the black spirits all rushed forward.

But just when these black spirits were about to approach the harsh wind, boom!

An invisible qi instantly dispersed from Yan Feng's body!

Rush at these black spirits!

Moment... Swept!

A terrible scream...

These black spirits are all frantically retreating!

One by one, black smoke came out of their bodies...

The eyes that looked at Yan Feng were full of horror!

And Yan Feng, his eyebrows were slightly condensed...

Just now, he just let out a breath.

This aura is not the power of his cultivation.

With his ancestral god cultivation, for these Heavenly Saint-level black spirits, even if they were inferior existences, they would definitely not be able to have such a deterrent effect.

That qi comes from the whirlpool of the dantian!

Eyes, sweeping over these black spirits.

These black spirits, one by one, look like they are all afraid of the harsh wind!

To know...

In the Tower of Babel, this has never happened before!

All the disciples of the One Sword God Sect knew that in the Tower of Babel, there were countless black spirits on each layer.

But no matter how they are killed, these black spirits, when they are scattered, will condense, and they are completely immortal!

It confirms the legend of the immortal race in ancient times.

Because it is immortal, there is no fear!

No matter how powerful a person is when he enters the Tower of Babel, even if Qiao Yang comes.

Even the black spirit on the first floor of this Tower of Babel will pounce on it without hesitation, without the slightest fear!

But at the moment...

These black spirits are afraid of the harsh wind!

In that eye... For the first time, I felt the fear of death!

Yan Feng's hand was slowly raised,

In his heart, he was thinking at the moment...

Why, these dark spirits are so afraid of themselves?

A conjecture arises in the mind.

But...

One more thing needs to be done to confirm this conjecture.

Yan Feng's hand shook suddenly!

Sky Cry Sword, appear in the hand!

The figure, like the wind, disappeared in place.

The next moment, it was among the many black spirits!

The sword slashed at a black spirit at random.

The black spirit, with a terrible roar, watched the sword fall towards him, but he couldn't dodge.

The sword flashes by!

This black spirit was split in an instant!

The rest of the surrounding black spirits, seeing this scene, were also panicked, and fled from the severe wind one after another!

As if approaching the harsh wind, it means death.

Meaning... Their clan, the myth of immortality, will eventually come to an end!

But...

Just after the black spirit was split apart.

Yan Feng found that among the many black spirits.

The black spirit that was originally split by himself... It slowly condensed out!

Indestructible...!

When this black spirit condensed out, even the black spirit himself was obviously stunned...

Obviously, he didn't think of it himself.

Myself... Under that sword, he can still be reborn!

This scene was seen by all the black spirits!

In an instant, many black spirits who were originally full of timidity looked into Yan Feng's eyes at this moment... Begin to appear with unbridled color!

Originally... The previous aura was just a false momentum!

This person can't break the myth of their immortal clan either!

They're a people... Immortal and indestructible!

Roar!

These black spirits, one by one, roared with excitement, and their eight legs rushed over like claws.

With tyranny in his eyes, with anger!

They are angry... Before, I was frightened by such a small human race in front of me!

Countless black spirits, surrounded by all directions!

In an instant, thousands of black spirits suddenly swooped down towards the Yan Feng!

The number is still increasing.

One thousand, three thousand, five thousand... Ten thousand!

In the vast first layer of the world, dense black spirits surged from afar, as if they had turned into a sea of black spirits.

Will be harsh wind... Completely submerged in it.

(End of chapter)