At noon, a disciple walked into the Tianji Pavilion and said to the elder, "Pavilion Master, Chief Deacon Cao has gone to the Maershan Branch through the teleportation array. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Oh, strange, I asked him to arrange for someone to go and check it out, why did he go himself?" the elder asked the disciple in front of him with a puzzled look.

"The disciple knows about this. ”

"Speak. ”

The last time Cao Zhihong went out to inspect, he was defeated by a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, and after he came back, he was in low spirits, and he looked restless all day long, many disciples thought that he was angry about the defeat at the hands of others, so he was depressed, in fact, the disciples listened to the Taiwei disciples talk in private, it seems that Cao Zhihong didn't think about tea and food all day long, and he didn't want to be a female cultivator. ”

The elder stared at him and said, "Is this true?"

The disciple privately asked Feng Shixiong and the others, saying that Cao Zhihong was indeed abnormal that day, and he had also used the method of divine consciousness transmission to spy on the other party, and what the female cultivator said secretly. ”

"It's strange, why haven't I heard Cao Chengrang mention it, what happened later?"

Later, the female cultivator was a little angry at that time, and what was even more amazing was that a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect seemed to sense the abnormality and directly attacked Cao Zhihong. ”

"Well, that's interesting! You said that someone other than your own disciple can detect Cao Zhihong's divine sense, so it is Cao Zhihong's disrespectful words that annoy the other party. ”

"It should be like this, that disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect not only defeated Senior Brother Cao and Feng Shixiong, but also blew up a spiritual weapon that had already taken away Senior Brother Cao's talisman Buddha dust. ”

In this way, Cao Chengrang took his nephew to find face. The older man's face was sarcastic.

"Not really, I heard that Cao Zhihong was indifferent to anything and was obsessed with that female cultivator, so Chief Deacon Cao specially accompanied him in order to prevent his Dao heart from being damaged and causing demons. ”

The elder put his hands behind his back, bowed his head to measure the square steps, and said to himself: "It is really surprising that the declining Spirit Sword Sect actually has such a disciple, such a person should be accepted by my Tianji Sect." ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head, stared at the disciple in front of him with blazing eyes and said: "You take some people to the Spirit Sword Gate, you have to act at the opportunity, don't let Chief Deacon Cao make a big deal about it, and appease those disciples of the Spirit Sword Gate who have reached the imperial level if they can, and try to include them in the Gate." ”

The disciple replied, "Disciple understands. "Turned around and went.

On the fourth floor of the sealed town tower, Zhang Tianyou's whole body was sore, his expression was still tired, the unknown divine power just now consumed too much, almost emptied all his energy, just as he was about to meditate and recover, suddenly a faint figure appeared in the sea of consciousness, this figure appeared silently, and there was no sign in advance.

Being invaded by the enemy into the sea of knowledge is still unknown, which made Zhang Tianyou break out in a cold sweat, and was about to use his means to flash a faint light figure to drive it out, but the figure spoke: "Don't be afraid, fellow Daoist, I am a remnant of the owner of the Liuhe Pagoda in the town. ”

There was such a thing, and he couldn't help but believe the situation in front of him, and hurriedly asked, "Your Excellency is the senior of the Spirit Sword Sect?"

Unexpectedly, the figure didn't answer his question, and just said to himself: "I am a spirit god in the upper realm, and I have no intention of causing a catastrophe to cause death, but the deity is unwilling, and I left a trace of residual thoughts and fled to the lower realm with my natal treasure......"

Lingshen, Zhang Tianyou heard about this kind of cultivator for the first time, and couldn't help but be surprised, could it be the legendary cultivator, who wanted to ask the figure in front of him, but the other party ignored him and just talked to himself, and was busy observing carefully with his divine sense, only to find that the figure was a white light villain, holding a feather fan, a high crown on his head, a long shirt and a square waist, and two streamers tied to it, with the style of a master outside the world, but a pair of eyes were weak and drowsy, drowsy, and even the white light was flickering in the flickering light.

How could this be, could it be that the remnants of the master were to the point of dissipation, and sure enough, I only heard the figure say: "If it weren't for a spiritual light that woke me up, maybe I would never wake up, I would only die in a deep sleep, and you are the only one who has cultivated to be outstanding in this place for hundreds of thousands of miles, and I can expect to rush here to meet you as soon as possible." ”

Speaking of this, the feather fan in his hand floated gently: "This is the supreme scripture, I died because of it, and I was really unwilling in my heart, so I insisted on it until now, just to pass it on, I hope you will do it yourself, and say goodbye." ”

Zhang Tianyou looked at the feather fan in front of him blankly, recalling the scene just now, and was extremely depressed in his heart, how could it be like this, and he encountered a remnant soul, should it be a remnant thought, or a remnant thought stored in the Fengzhen Tower.

I opened my eyes and let go of my divine sense, and I didn't feel a difference in my heart, my divine consciousness could actually travel in this space, a little different from before, and it seemed that there was a lot less spirituality.

Zhang Tianyou suddenly understood, that wisp of residual thoughts was only afraid of the existence of the tower spirit, the tower spirit died, the six and the tower became an ownerless thing, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth by itself, and the ability to maintain the space in the tower will slowly weaken with the passage of time, and finally just like when he saw the Eight Desolation Dial, it may be a small tower a foot high, or even smaller.

It's not good that you can't delay, hurry up and find Shen Zhangmen and others, it will change later. Thinking of this, Zhang Tianyou didn't care about checking what the feather fan was, and hurriedly came to the fifth layer through the teleportation array.

The fifth layer is called the Five Spirits Cover, which was originally the place where the Sword Shrine Cultivating Spirits and the disciples of the sect broke through the cultivation, but now it is full of devastation, and there is a scattered space in the Spiritual Qi Realm everywhere, not to mention entering the cultivation, it is a problem to get out intact.

Zhang Tianyou can only hope that Shen Meifeng's father will not fall into it, otherwise it will be a big trouble.

In this space, Zhang Tianyou faintly felt that many fierce sword intents were scattered everywhere, and the blood-colored sword inscriptions in the center of his eyebrows were also shining constantly, as if echoing these sword intents.

The Xuanniao spirit was also alarmed, and he flew out of his eyebrows and looked around, and said in surprise: "The spirit swords that have been refined and shaped here for many years are all placed here to absorb all kinds of spiritual energy, and they are constantly being recuperated, it seems that many of them have grown into real spirit swords, so quickly collect them." ”

After being reminded by the spirit of the Xuanniao, Zhang Tianyou used the magic trick and drank "receive", and the blood sword rune culture in the eyebrows swept away into the distance.

It didn't take long for a whistling sound to break through the air, and I saw a long sword of various colors or abnormal agility, or full of sword intent, or imposing, all of which followed the blood-colored sword text towards Zhang Tianyou's eyebrows.

Knowing that these spirit swords were guided by the blood-colored sword script, but in the face of so many swords, Zhang Tianyou couldn't help but be awe-inspiring in his heart.

When the blood-colored sword inscription was printed into Zhang Tianyou's eyebrows, the spirit sword that followed began to revolve around him, as if looking at him.

After a while, a pale red long sword rang out, first burrowed into Zhang Tianyou's chest, and went straight to the Eight Desolation Sundial, because there was no Zhang Tianyou to guide it, and finally landed on a fiery red mysterious rune on the appearance of the Eight Desolation Sundial, motionless.

Then the other spirit swords heard the wind and moved, and most of them were attached to the mysterious runes of the Eight Desolation Sundials.

There was a spirit sword that actually drilled into the blood-colored sword text, and the Xuanniao spirit shouted in surprise: "The body of the sword is just swallowed up, making the Guangling Divine Sword become the sword of four killings." Then I heard a metallic whin, and then there was no life.

Zhang Tianyou sighed in his heart, the fate of this spirit sword is really bad, it is not good to go everywhere in his body, and he has to get into the center of his eyebrows.

After careful calculation at the moment, a total of nine spirit swords were obtained, namely one sword of the sword yuan, one sword of the sword spirit, two swords of the sword heart, one sword gall, and four swords of sword intent.

But it doesn't matter, the Taishang Divine Needle on his back is a sword of the sword soul, so he came up with the sword of six killings.

After receiving many spirit swords, Zhang Tianyou immediately bypassed the subtle spiritual realm spatial cracks, and came to the sixth and final layer through the teleportation array.

This layer is really like the internal structure of a pagoda, there are outer walls, cloisters, inner walls and small chambers in the tower, and there are walls that extend in all directions and rings and rings, and there are doors on all sides of the wall, so after entering the door, a road is formed, and there are niches on both sides of the road, and the lower part of the niche is made into Sumeru. Passing through the corridor, there is a cloister. There are also doors on the four sides of the inner wall, and niches are chiseled on the other four sides, which are separated from each other, and in the door opening of each door, a corridor is also formed, and the corridor leads directly to the small room in the center of the tower.

Both on the wall and in the small room, all the flowers and birds, animals, flying immortals and other patterns are carved, the depiction is fine, the idea is exquisite, the structure is wonderful, and it is breathtaking.

The appearance of the entire sixth layer is graceful and magnanimous, the aura is extraordinary, and many birds and beasts are vivid, and they seem to be watching Zhang Tianyou all the time.

Zhang Tianyou stretched out his hand and touched a fierce beast on the wall, and in an instant, a fierce aura rushed to his face, and at the moment when he was about to enter Zhang Tianyou's sea of knowledge, the Netherworld Soul Chasing Lock between Qingluan's Tears and the Eight Desolation Sundials passed through Zhang Tianyou's inner spirit silently, locked the fierce spirit, and then pulled and pulled, only to hear a wail from the opposite wall, and a ray of dark light was included in the Netherworld Soul Chasing Lock.

With the sound of chewing, the Nether Soul Chase Lock returned to its original position, as if it had never moved.

The corridor that was originally full of life was instantly silent, and the vivid frescoes of birds and animals lost their luster and appeared dull.

It turned out that the predecessors of the Spirit Sword Sect sealed the souls of many birds and beasts in it, no wonder it looked very charming, but the means of sealing so many creatures into the wall were cruel enough.

As soon as he thought of this, a solemn and solemn atmosphere permeated the corridors, Zhang Tianyou, who was pressed for a while, was a little out of breath, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly folded his hands, and silently recited the Buddhist words that he often chanted in his heart, and said in his mouth: "All the seniors of this sect forgive their sins, and the disciples are open-mouthed, please bear with me." ”

His breath was light, as if he heard his words and let him go.