Xing Ling was confused, and for the first time in his cold and handsome face in the past, there was a blankness that did not match him.

He looked at Nanyan, and the corners of his mouth moved, "It's me who is wrong." ”

Nanyan pursed her lips, "I should ask yourself." ”

Xingling left in despair, Nan Xue walked over, "Sister, was Senior Brother Xingling here just now, I see that he is depressed, something is wrong." ”

Nanyan rubbed her cheek, "It's out of the way, it's good to figure it out." ”

She knew that Xing Ling was just a child who had been in the Hidden Star Sect for a long time, and she thought that if she liked it, she would be tied together, and she had never even thought that Jiaoyue would disagree.

I only hope he can see it himself, otherwise I'm afraid it will be planted even deeper.

Yu Feng stood at the bottom of the peak, looking at the figure getting closer and closer, her heart was flying, and she stepped forward with excitement, "Isn't Senior Brother happy?" ”

She deliberately let go of her soft voice, coupled with a beautiful and moving face, looked at him with tolerant eyes at this time, as if anything could be told to her.

Xingling returned to his former coldness and indifferently refused, "I'm sorry, I don't think we're acquainted. ”

He walked away, without looking at Yu Feng's distorted expression.

She stared at Xingling, her eyes were scarlet, and when she looked closely, her pupils instantly turned black.

Lingering in the direct and seemingly nonexistent connection of several people, it is like a tower of Babel.

Nanyan stood at the door of the Tower of Babel, and there was a group of disciples lined up like her, all of which were from all major sects, and the number was extremely large.

Yu Feng's distorted and hateful gaze chased after Xing Ling, and Zhuo Xiu looked at Nan Yan with a jealous and hideous expression.

Jiaoyue stood at the forefront, she was a disciple of Jindan, and she had a place to go.

Xingling also followed, insisting on going in to participate, he had participated once, and this time he went in and suffered and got nothing.

Jiuji knew what he was for, and in order to make him completely dead, he chose to let it go.

The threads of thought that everyone can't see entangle their inextricable relationships.

Tianyi Gate is the host of this time, and the head of the sect looked at the group of energetic disciples and said in a deep voice, "The people outside the Babel Tower this time can't see inside, no matter what happens, no one will save you, and life and death will be fateful after entering, I hope you all come out safely, and continue to embark on the path of cultivation that belongs to you with the glory and opportunity that belongs to you." ”

"Thank you, sir! We remembered. A clear voice came, with the spirit of a young man.

Kyaukyue and Xingling were the first to enter the tower, and Nanyan stepped in, disappearing in front of everyone in an instant.

When I opened my eyes again, I appeared in a dark place, and depression and fear were transmitted in my heart, and a danger called the unknown spread.

Beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, sensing the arrival of danger, and there was a strong wind behind her, and Nanyan narrowly avoided it.

She could feel the eagerness and greed of the thing behind her, the rapid breathing, the tense nerves, the unknown creature, this was the Tower of Babel.

The sound of the tearing wind came, Nan Yan pulled out the sword in his hand, the sword flower was raised, and when the two met, Nan Yan saw the appearance of that thing, cold and miserable, dark and terrifying, and the twisted figure had sharp claws.

The sonorous sound was piercing and chaotic, and the southern smoke did not stop, piercing straight down, and the sharp cry was extinguished as soon as it rose.

The sense of danger disappeared, and Nanyan put away his long sword and waited for the arrival of the teleportation.

It's the same darkness again, the difference is that this time it's extremely cunning, and Nanyan played hide and seek in the dark.

From time to time, a thread like a hair stretched out, wanting to wrap around Nanyan's body, the long sword slashed, and the ground was already fluttering white silk.

That thing became more and more irritable, the silk threads became more and more dense, and Nanyan's body as the wind spirit root was used to the extreme in this instant.

Finally, she touched the core and injected spiritual power without hesitation.

Layer after layer, Nanyan didn't meet a single figure, all kinds of monsters emerged in endlessly, Nanyan good guys were exhausted, but there was no time to rest at all.

Finally, at the end of this floor, a white light appeared, and Nanyan closed his eyes slightly and came to an empty hall.

At this time, several people came to the hall, all of them were in a mess, and some were injured.

Nanyan's sudden appearance made them a little more vigilant, and Nanyan didn't turn it off, finding a corner to sit down.

She looked around, and there were quite a few people coming from this moment, and one of the most serious ones was still bleeding from his chest.

This is the transition level of the Tower of Babel, and you can come here to rest and heal your injuries when you open the first floor, and then continue to the next floor.

As time passed, a milky aura appeared, and everyone was busy meditating and recovering.

Nanyan was no exception, she didn't see Yu Feng in the crowd this time, and thought it was in another location.

Came to another place, this time different, the street scene was full of shouts.

Nanyan looked at what she was wearing, wearing a long gray skirt and carrying a basket on her wrist, feeling that the spiritual power in her body was still there, Nanyan was not in a hurry.

She walked over to a water tank and saw the current image, a pale woman with a blue cloth on her head.

But it's all an illusion, like a crude illusion that puts an even rougher image on her.

Nanyan twitched the corners of his mouth and looked away expressionlessly.

An old woman hurried over, pulled her and ran, "Tell me why you haven't come yet, when the host's house is about to entertain guests, you hurry up and cook, I'll wait for you." ”

Okay, it's even more powerful now, the NPC has sent a mission, Nanyan complained in his heart, but he obediently followed.

It's not that enemies don't get together, she and Yu Feng, Xu Jingjing, who is dressed in Zhuo Xiu's skin, got together.

The three of them faced each other, each expressionless and looked away, Yu Feng's target was not her, and he began to be anxious again, and Nanyan naturally noticed it.

Compared with her, Xu Jingjing is much more straightforward, she does not hide her malice, and stares directly at Nanyan, she is also now a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building, and she does have that capital.

Nan Yan hooked the corners of his mouth, a little sarcastic, why did he keep Xu Jingjing to enter the Tower of Babel, just to let her end up here.

What she owes to the original owner, everything she owes to Nanxue starts here, and naturally ends here.

Yu Feng saw that Xu Jingjing was still staring at Nanyan, and suddenly became angry, "What are you doing!" She asked.

Xu Jingjing subconsciously shuddered, "I, I'm thinking about the current thing." ”

Yu Feng glanced at her in disgust, "Waste, don't hold me back." She was starting to get impatient, and she didn't hide her purpose and character when she came in.

She is confident that no one can go out, and Nanyan, who has just built a foundation, is all waste.

A malicious smile twisted into her lips, "You want her body?" ”