After stepping through the Shinto, He Wuxian finally came to the foot of the steps in front of the big 'gate'.

The big 'door' of the quaint vicissitudes of life is closed, engraved with two mysterious and mysterious patterns, the lines have been mottled, and it is impossible to see what is painted.

He stepped up the steps and walked to the 'door' to take a closer look, only to find that there were only two huge black 'door' rings on the big 'door', and there were no trap marks.

After thinking about it, He Wuxian made up his mind to open the 'door' and enter the tower to have a look.

He held the 'door' ring and knocked on the big 'door' vigorously, but the 'door' ring did not move at all, and he had no choice but to use all his strength, a huge force of 100,000 catties.

However, even if it is a huge force of 100,000 catties, it is difficult to shake the 'door' ring in the slightest.

It can be seen that this big 'door' is by no means something that a small martial artist can open.

Just when He Wuxian was thinking hard about how to open the 'door', the big 'door' made a dull clicking sound and suddenly opened.

The gap between the two 'doors' widened, and a cold and desolate cold wind blew in his face, making He Wuhan shiver.

He stared intently at the 'door', his hands clenched in his hands on the blood-drinking knife, alert for any danger that might occur at any time.

"Bang!"

The big 'door' was completely opened, and what greeted He Wuxi's eyes was a vast and dark hall.

The main hall is empty, and the dome is 100 zhang high, and there are two rays of light like stars, sprinkling the brilliance of silver and white.

Through the dim light, He Wuxian stepped into the main hall and looked at the surrounding scene.

The feet are paved with flat black 'colored' stone slabs, cold and vicissitudes, and there are nine beams and pillars erected in the hall, each of which is nine zhang thick, supporting the dome.

On the surrounding walls, the patterns of mountains, rivers, mountains, and the sun, moon and stars are depicted, revealing an unfathomable and long-lasting atmosphere.

He Wuxian was looking at it, and an old voice came from behind him.

"Guests from afar, welcome to the Tower of Babel!"

The voice suddenly sounded in the empty and silent hall, and it came from behind, which was really terrifying.

He Wuxian turned around abruptly, holding the blood-drinking knife and was about to make a move, but he saw an old man with a rickety appearance at the entrance of the big 'door'.

After entering the main hall, he kept the reconnaissance map open and watched the surroundings vigilantly.

But the old man was able to appear behind him silently, and he couldn't even detect the reconnaissance map, which made He Wuxian secretly surprised. Read the full text of the latest chapter

Fortunately, the old man bent down slightly, his attitude was kind, and he did not 'show' hostility.

He Wuxian looked carefully and found that the old man was old and desolate, as if he would fall down when the wind blew, and there was no Yuan Force 'wave' in his body, he was an old man with no 'chicken' power.

Only then did he withdraw the blood-drinking knife and let his guard down slightly.

"Who are you, old man, and what are you doing here?"

Although he relaxed his vigilance, He Wuxian never believed that this old man was an ordinary person.

After all, the Tower of Babel has been in life for a long time, I don't know how many years have passed, and there is a sun-like golden light barrier on the outside, no matter how you look at it, it is not ordinary.

The old man was able to hide the reconnaissance map and appear silently, and of course he was not an ordinary person.

Hearing He Wuxian's question, the old man was still hunched over, looking at him calmly, and his shriveled mouth moved.

"I'm the servant in charge of guarding the Tower of Babel. ”

He Wuxian raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised in his heart, and then asked, "In that case, then let me ask you, what's going on with the Tower of Babel?

The old man clasped his hands in his sleeves and hugged his 'chest', still bent over and explained: "The Tower of Babel is a divine tower that makes people step up to the Nine Heavens. As for how long it was guarded, it's too long for me to remember. ”

The old man's words were vague, and he heard it in a fog, and his heart was still full of doubts: "Straight up to the Nine Heavens?"

"Above the nine heavens, there is another mysterious and powerful world. Mortal boy, there is a heaven outside the so-called sky, do you think that there is only one world in the world?"

This sentence suddenly moved He Wuxian.

He had read the ancient records of the Eastern Wilderness Continent and the Xuanhuang World, and it was said that in the incomparably ancient primeval era, there was a powerful person in the realm of martial gods, who was able to break through the shackles of heaven and earth, break away from the Xuanhuang world, and soar to another more powerful and vast world.

Now, hearing the old man's words and thinking of those legends, He Wu's heart and blood boiled instantly.

"Old man, do you mean that this Tower of Babel can allow people to reach the realm of martial gods and soar to another world?"

"Oh my God! This is amazing! Martial God Realm, that is a legendary powerhouse that has not appeared in the Xuanhuang World for tens of thousands of years!"

Martial God, that is synonymous with supremacy, has the power of a god, for He Wuxi, that is a realm that he does not dare to imagine at all.

However, what made He Wuxian even more stunned was that the old man actually pursed his lips disdainfully and sneered: "Martial God, what is there to be surprised about being an ant-like weakling?"

The old man's words completely shocked He Wuxian.

Judging from the old man's arrogant and disdainful attitude, even the legendary powerhouse of the Martial God Realm was not worth mentioning in front of him.

In other words, the strength realm of the old man is definitely countless times stronger than that of the Martial God!

As soon as he thought of this, He Wuxian gradually calmed down, looked at the old man with a sneer on his face and said, "Old man, the bull is blowing too much, right?"

Hearing such disrespectful words, the old man had no intention of justifying, and seemed too lazy to talk to He Wuxian.

He stretched out a dry and rough finger, five feet away, and nodded towards He Wuxian's forehead.

Seeing the old man's sudden attack, He Wuxian was shocked in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to dodge.

However, he found that the air around him was frozen, and the majestic power like the abyss and the sea came from all directions, and he was completely unable to move.

In just a hundredth of an instant, the old man's fingers crossed a distance of five zhang and hit He Wuxian's forehead.

A dark purple 'colored' light flashed and disappeared, instantly submerging into He Wuxian's body, swimming all over his body, and finally landing on his right arm.

The little green dragon and the little 'hairy' ball, seeing that He Wuxian was attacked, were about to shoot out the holy flame and thunder and lightning to attack the old man.

However, the old man didn't move at all, just snorted coldly, and the two little pets were imprisoned and completely unable to move.

After an instant, the old man withdrew his fingers, and the corners of his mouth 'revealed' an unfathomable smile.

In such a short moment just now, the old man made He Wuxian's secret investigation clear, shocked and quite 'excited' at the same time, and sighed in his heart: "The Holy Beast King, the Divine Beast Qinglong, and the Divine Soldier Blood Drinking Demon Knife, this son has such bad luck, not only has three divine objects, but also has a shocking secret!"

"No wonder this son is here, he's the guy I'm looking for!"

At the same time that the old man secretly sighed, He Wuxian's arm underwent a terrifying change.

I saw that his hands holding the blood-drinking knife actually rose with dark purple flames, wrapping his two arms and palms in them.

The dark purple flames rose up, illuminating the dim hall and reflecting He Wuxi's painfully distorted face.

His arms were red and shiny, like a red-hot iron rod, almost melting into molten iron.

The dark red 'colored' blood rushed through the red arm, almost bursting open.

Every inch of flesh and marrow was burning with purple flames, and the heart-rending pain made He Wuxian twitch all over, and beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He opened his mouth and screamed miserably, writhing frantically and struggling.

However, an invisible and powerful aura erupted from the old man's body, completely sealing him in the air.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, and he struggled with frenzied strength, but his body didn't move, and he could only watch his hands and arms burn with purple flames.

That kind of heart-devouring pain made He Wuxi's body tremble, and even his soul trembled.

His mind gradually blurred, and after holding on for less than ten breaths, he finally closed his eyes and passed out.

The little green dragon and the little 'hairy' ball were also full of anger, and they burst out with all their strength to spit out holy flames and lightning to attack the old man.

However, the old man flicked his fingers lightly, and his fingertips 'shot' a dark purple 'color' light, knocking the two little pets unconscious.

Then, the dark purple 'color' light also turned into a swirling purple 'color' flame, wrapping the two unconscious little guys and burning brightly.

The hall was quiet, only He Wuxian and his two little pets fell to the ground in a coma, with dark purple flames swirling around their bodies.

I don't know how long it took for He Wuhate to wake up.

The sharp pain in his hands and arms made him gasp and frown.

When he woke up, his first thought was that his arms and hands were burned.

So he subconsciously looked down, but was surprised to find that his arms and hands were safe.

Moreover, when he looked closely, he found that his hands and arms had turned into a healthy wheat 'color', and he looked more robust and full of strength.

His mind sank into the dantian, and after looking inward with his divine sense, he found that there was a dark purple 'color' air flow, which was 'mixed' in the blood, constantly penetrating into every inch of bone marrow, and imperceptibly transforming his arms and hands.

Clenching his fists hard, He Wuxian felt a force like a volcanic eruption in his arms, which seemed to be able to destroy the world.

He felt it carefully, and was surprised to find that the strength of his arms had doubled compared to before, and he had at least 200,000 jin of strength.

If it was a simple competition for strength, now he was already comparable to a second-level martial sect!

Moreover, he was actually promoted to the eighth level of martial arts!

While being surprised in his heart, He Wuxian was also a little suspicious.

"What is the dark purple 'colored' light that the old man hit me before? Could it be that he helped me become stronger?"

Thinking of this, He Wuxian immediately turned his head and looked around with burning eyes, searching for the traces of the old man.

However, the hall was empty, and he didn't find the old man, but he saw the little 'hairy' ball and the little green dragon who were unconscious beside him.

The bodies of the two little pets were also surrounded by purple flames, and when He Wuxian saw their appearance clearly, he suddenly 'revealed' a 'excited' look.

I don't know when, the little 'hairy' ball actually advanced to a second-level spirit beast, and the little green dragon is not only bigger, but also has a strength of a third-level spirit beast!