The first floor of the Tower of Babel doesn't matter about cultivation talent, as long as you are above the swordsman realm, you can cultivate here. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the tower, the late summer sun is exerting its residual heat, and as soon as you enter the tower, the coolness in the tower will come to your face. Thousands of people were crowded on the first layer of turtle breath meditation and cultivation, and Aotian was still a little shocked when he looked at this scene. This is the rule of this world, and it is reflected in all aspects. As a weakling, I feel it particularly deeply.

The aura of heaven and earth in the tower is obviously much richer than outside, no wonder everyone's cultivation is much higher than mine. Aotian thought to himself, but ignored his age and his ability to defy the sky. You must know that Zhou Zheng, who can use the cultivation of the second grade of the swordsman to fight against the combat power of the fifth grade, and resist the full force of the sword major cultivation, cannot be described as a genius alone. If there's one word to describe it, it's like no other.

Ling'er found a fairly spacious position and was about to beckon Aotian to sit down and cultivate together, but saw that Aotian had no intention of staying at all, and walked straight to the second floor of the stairs.

"Xiaotian, the second floor is dangerous!" Before Ling'er could shout, Aotian's feet stepped on the stairs on the second floor, and his figure disappeared in just a moment. Some of the people on the first floor who heard the movement opened their eyes, looked at the location of the stairs on the second floor, shook their heads, and quickly closed their eyes again.

"Brother Tuoba, what now?" Ling'er looked flustered, not knowing what to do.

"Although there is that guy on the second floor, no matter how bad he is, he will not kill a swordsman and the second grade, so we will wait quietly. After saying this, Tuoba Wushen leaned against the dark corner, little by little, and disappeared.

When Ling'er heard this, she felt a little relieved, "Xiaotian, you must not have an accident." ”

The first floor of the Tower of Babel returned to its previous silence, except for the faint sound of spitting.

As soon as he took this step, Aotian felt that something was wrong, his feet on the stairs did not feel real, as if he was stuck in a swamp, he wanted to withdraw but couldn't, he was conscious and his body couldn't move, and he heard Ling'er's shouts in the process.

It was only a few seconds later that Aotian noticed that he had arrived in a different place. It was dark and terrifying, and the water above his head dripped down in the damp space, dripping onto Aotian's hands and clothes. Aotian felt dizzy, and there was a slight tingling sensation in his hands, like a few ants dancing on it. Looking at his hand, I saw that the black water dripped onto the white skin, and instead of stopping, it slowly penetrated in, and the skin slowly turned black.

Aotian's consciousness became more and more unclear, and the surrounding scene became more and more blurred. Am I going to die?" thought to himself.

The moment people know that they are about to die, they will have infinite attachment to life in their hearts, and Aotian is no exception, he still thinks about life.

Thinking of the old man teaching him swordsmanship every day, the repeated advice of his father-in-law Wang Er before leaving, the mochi cakes made by his stepmother, the cute little girl, Sikong Mengyi's three-line love letter, the scoundrel of Elder Guanyun, the expectation and entrustment of Guanshiyu, the beautiful and graceful Ling'er sister who met friends with wine, these people appeared in my mind one by one like the wind, and Aotian's heart gushed out with infinite reluctance.

Finally, Aotian was unconscious, and he didn't even feel pain.

"Have you forgotten your mission? Forgotten your way? Don't you want to become a sword master and fly with a sword? Don't you want to become a sword sect to gather your strength into a sword? You don't even become a strong man and die like this, are you willing! Wake up, boy! Your future should be above the dome!" The deafening voice hit Aotian's nerves wave after wave, and the pain became clearer and clearer, but he felt so wonderful. Aotian's blood was surging at this time, and his heart was beating faster with the slight light flashing in his body. Finally, after a dazzling flash, his eyes could slowly open, and the black skin on his body also returned to its original state, and it was as white as jade, which laid a good foundation for Taixuan Body to enter the second realm.

Aotian knew that someone was helping him, so he bowed to the void: "Thank you for the grace of your predecessors. ”

"Your kendo is very strong, if not, you wouldn't wake up so soon. "There was a sound around me, and I couldn't tell which direction it was.

"Dare to ask the seniors, why is the first floor overcrowded, but there is no one on the second floor?" The fifth floor of the Tower of Babel allows the inner disciples to enter and exit freely, while the outer disciples can't even enter the second floor, this gap is too big, and Aotian's heart is full of doubts.

"What you've just been through, how many people do you think will make it through?"

"As far as I can see, the water droplets just now are not fatal, and they have the effect of improving physical fitness. Aotian couldn't see anyone, but he didn't get up, and kept prostrating.

"The black gold holy water is such a treasure by you. "Someone laughed in the dark, laughing very loudly, and there was a heroic air in this empty room" This is only its benign side, and for ordinary people, it is a deadly poison. ”

Shocked.

The man in the darkness continued, "When I say fatal, I don't mean that it hurts people's lives, but that it will make your cultivation no longer progressive. Thinking that Ling'er had said that her cultivation was inferior to that of the swordsman's five grades, Aotian hurriedly asked, "May I ask the seniors, can this poison be cured?"

"Heal? There is no elixir in the world that can cure this poison. Hearing this, Aotian's heart sank, as if a thousand pounds of boulders pressed on his chest and made him breathless.

"It's not impossible, though. "If Aotian's strength is enough, I really want to beep him with a sword, this kind of panting style of speech is really annoying.

"The Black Gold Holy Water is a product of my cultivation, so I naturally have a way to solve it. The man in the dark stopped when he finished speaking, and Aotian knew that the next step was the main thing.

Thinking of Ling'er's lost face when talking about cultivation, Aotian felt a pain in his heart. "As long as I can detoxify this poison, no matter what I do, I will not hesitate to look at the world!"

"Now your cultivation is too low to help me, wait until you reach the Sword Master Realm and come to me, and then I will say my request. You hold this bottle, and one drop of the liquid in it can temporarily open the cultivation seal by dropping it in the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint every day. ”

Aotian took the bottle in the air and was overjoyed, "Thank you senior!"

"The other second layer is no longer forbidden for you, you can go directly to the third floor, and the heaven and earth aura there will definitely satisfy you. After saying this, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and the surrounding area was full of human figures, which was the first floor of the Tower of Babel. At this time, Aotian was on the first floor and landed steadily on the stairs leading to the second floor.

Aotian raised his eyes and looked around, and his gaze fell on the pretty figure. It's just that at this time, Ling'er's face was pale, and her forehead was full of sweat.

"Oh no, she's gone mad!"