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Boom!~ The heavy stone door of the Martial Spirit Tower was slowly pushed open by Han Fei, and countless dust and ashes fluttered down from the top, and a stale aura came to his face, and with the help of the flame light on the Mo Knife, the situation inside clearly came into his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hall where the guests were received was empty, the ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and on the huge stone pillars that supported the dome, the relief statue of the god of war showed a fierce and hideous smell in the light of the fire, staring coldly at the intruder.

"Come from above, come to the top..."

A mysterious voice fell from the sky dome, enticing Han Fei to look upward. After two hundred years, the spirit magic arrays used above and below in the Martial Soul Tower had long since lost their effectiveness, and although Han Fei could use his fighting wings to fly straight up, he still chose to climb the stairs from the spiral staircase, because this was not only safe, but more importantly, he could search the various floors.

One, two, three... The mysterious voice stopped sounding after making the final hint, and Han Fei calmly walked up step by step with the Mo Knife, stopping for a moment to probe with his divine sense on each floor.

No caution could be overstated here, the mysterious voice might be a bait to lure him to a certain trap, but even if it was, Han Fei would be willing to swallow it, because it might be a perfect opportunity to unlock the secrets of the castle.

It took more than half an hour for Han Fei to step on the last step and reach the top floor of the Martial Spirit Tower.

According to the practice of the Wuhun Tower, the best top floor is reserved for the most powerful warriors, although it is still empty and without any furniture, but from the ground to the ground without the slightest decay on the floor and the lifelike decorative relief murals on the walls, you can still see the luxury of the time.

Here, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was so rich that it almost condensed into a liquid form, and he didn't need to deliberately converge at all to absorb it when he was in it, if it wasn't for the wrong timing, Han Fei really wanted to sit down and cultivate well.

What is surprising is that the top floor of the Wuhun Tower is actually very clean, and there is not the slightest dust on the floor, as if someone is cleaning it every day.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, with Old Burton's old age, it was already barely difficult to take care of the Lord's Mansion in normal times, it was impossible to climb to such a high place every day to clean, could it be that there was still a strong man who was not afraid of ghosts living here?

The top floor of the Martial Soul Tower was quite large, and he didn't know which room the owner of the mysterious voice was hiding in, Han Fei's eyes flashed, his divine sense was fully released, and his state of mind suddenly fell into an ethereal state, and the world around him suddenly changed.

The next moment, he was in the boundless sea of stars, which was a spiritual net composed of the spiritual power of heaven and earth, each star represented a martial artist or mage who came into contact with the spiritual net, but the nearest star seemed to be some distance away.

His attempt to find the location of the other party and spy on its strength was a complete failure.

At the moment when Han Fei withdrew from the Heaven and Earth Spirit Net, a mysterious voice sounded again: "Come over here..."

Han Fei's gaze immediately fell on a room on the right, and at some point, there was a faint light in this room.

With a thought in his mind, Han Fei dispersed the flames on Mo Daodao's body and walked towards the room.

This is supposed to be a quiet room for samurai training, with no extra decorations, and the bright floor reflects the light of the fire, giving people a sense of warmth in this lonely spring night.

A mysterious man wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged on the floor, looking down at a book on his lap with a flaming flame in front of it.

The fire was not large, but it was not attached to anything, it appeared completely out of thin air, and it kept jumping, emitting light that lit up the room.

"Excuse me, who is Your Excellency?" Han Fei asked in a deep voice.

The abandoned dangerous castle, the terrifying ghosts, and the mysterious people who suddenly appeared, all of these things looked so weird, and the sense of crisis in Han Fei's heart never subsided.

"Hehe..."The black-robed mysterious man let out a low laugh, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Samurai from afar, if you want to know anything, you can sit down and talk together, there have been no guests here for many years!"

His voice was hoarse and deep, and his speech was obscure, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

"It's okay!" Han Fei's eyes flashed, and he walked over without hesitation, sat down opposite the mysterious man through the flames, and placed the Mo Dao horizontally on his lap.

After sitting down, Han Fei saw the other party's true face.

The mysterious man was encased in a black robe, revealing only a bluish-gray face with a metallic glow on his lifeless skin. His face is quite thin, with high cheekbones and deep eye sockets, a firm nose bridge and thin lips, if it weren't for the inexplicable light flashing in those dark purple eyes, he could be regarded as a zombie that has just been lifted out of a coffin!

Extremely cold, this middle-aged mysterious man gave Han Fei the feeling of being an undead spirit who had come out of hell, with a boundless cold aura, and the dark power condensed in his body was unfathomable.

Ever since he possessed the Dark Spiritual Fire, Han Fei had been quite sensitive to dark powers, and he had never met a person with such a dark caste.

Or is it not a human being at all? Han Fei's heart froze, and he remained silent on the surface: "May I ask Your Excellency's name?"

"Name?" The corners of the mysterious man's mouth twitched, and he kind of pulled a smile: "My name is so long that I can't even remember it, but you can call me Gerst." ”

"Then your Excellency, why are you here?"

"I'm the fourth lord of the Tulip Lord, my name is Han Fei..."Han Fei smiled faintly and said, "I'm here to unlock the mysteries hidden in this castle, and it seems that the harvest at night is quite good, Lord Gust, can you tell me what those ghosts are all about?"

"Why, they follow your orders?" Han Fei's gaze suddenly became fierce.

While in the square, when the ghosts were about to launch a second wave of stronger attacks, it was the voice of this mysterious Gestor who drove away the ghosts, but Han Fei felt that the ghosts gave up because of his orders.

Han Fei was not completely sure of this judgment, and his questioning was also a kind of temptation.

"The fourth Tulip Lord, Hehe..."Gerst didn't answer Han Fei's question immediately, and said with a low smile: "I can't imagine that there are still people paying attention here, young lord, I have to say that coming here is your most stupid behavior!"

Han Fei sneered, staring at the other party without acknowledging, but in his sea of dantian qi, the innate true qi was running at an almost crazy speed.

He was already sure that the other party would definitely not be a friendly existence!

"Those aren't some ghosts, their name is Sasa, and you humans call them - Spiritsuckers!" a mysterious smile appeared on Gust's face, which looked terrifying in the light of the flames: "They come from the abyssal world, and their favorite is flesh and soul with spiritual powers, and you human warriors and mages are the most delicious food for them." ”

As he spoke, Gust stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked it on his lips, his dark purple eyes staring at Han Fei like poisonous snakes: "And they are all my children, if it weren't for your spirit to make my heart move, I'm afraid you would have turned into a skeleton now!"

"What a wonderful soul!" he tilted his head slightly, and the coveting in his eyes was no longer hidden** naked: "It's really a heart-warming breath, thank you to the god of the underworld for sending you here and absorbing your soul, I will definitely be able to advance again..."

"And your flesh and blood will not be wasted, my children can't wait..."

A cold air flow suddenly poured into the room through the window, and countless black shadows appeared around Han Fei, none other than the ghosts that Gust called Spirit-Suckers.

They let out a tooth-aching squeak, the eyes of the fire revealed their hunger and thirst, and the demons danced wildly in the quiet room, as if a dark feast was being held!

Looking for death! Han Fei's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and with a movement of both hands, he grabbed the Mo Dao resting on his lap, and the incomparably powerful innate true qi poured in with all his strength, instantly turning into a flame fighting qi.

In the next moment, scorching flames surged from beneath him, swooping out in all directions with boundless momentum!

Han Fei had already been prepared, as soon as he struck, he would strike with all his strength, the same fighting technique was more powerful than the previous time in the square, and with the closed and narrow environment of the quiet room, he was sure to destroy these ghosts in one fell swoop!

But Gerst, who was sitting opposite, didn't sit back and watch Han Fei's might, he snorted lowly, raised his thin right palm and suddenly slapped it on the book opened in front of him, and wisps of black gas suddenly flew out from the pages, filling the entire room in an instant.

"Dark Imprisonment!"

A huge dark force suddenly filled the quiet room and pressed Han Fei from all directions. ！

The Dou Qi flame that Han Fei had just rushed out of the surroundings for only one meter, and suddenly it seemed to hit an invisible iron wall, not only could it no longer move forward, but the power of the attack was quickly devoured and annihilated, and the flames of ** disappeared silently, unable to cause any damage to those spirit absorbing monsters.

The Psionic Monsters fluttered wildly across the walls, floors, and ceilings of the room, letting out a smug shrill scream, singing the praises of their master's strength and mocking Han Fei's incompetence!

The pupils of Han Fei's eyes contracted violently, and the strength of the enemy was far beyond his expectations!

(To be continued)