The legendary Tower of Babel doesn't really have a definite name.

The closer Yang Zhao got to the tower, he could perceive that the tower was a behemoth.

When she got closer, she realized that the tower was not a wood and stone structure as he thought, but an all-metal structure, and the metal outside the tower was frosted, which looked extraordinarily heavy in the sun.

"How heavy does this be?"

And it's not just the metal structure that amazes Yang Zhao, but the brand-new level of this tower is also stunning.

To put it simply, there is no trace of wind and rain, this tower is brand new as if it was newly cast yesterday, and it is as if someone wiped the outside of the tower every day.

This is very counterintuitive.

Who has a neurotic disorder that rubs the appearance of their house every day?

"Because this is not a building in the first place, but a magic artifact."

Compared to Yang Zhao, Shen Ruoyu was more familiar with the things in the cultivation realm.

"At first glance, this tower looks like a large, trapped magic weapon."

He gestured to a protruding knob on the tower.

"Look, one person can be arranged on each floor of the tower to manipulate the formation in the tower."

Yang Zhao glanced up and saw the big copper button of pure copper color, which was as big as two people's heads.

In her consciousness, the magic weapon of the tower is either the exquisite pagoda in the hands of Li Tianwang that is specially used to beat children, and a person who is a father can educate bear children.

In other words, no other helpers are needed.

Otherwise, it's a demon suppression tower or something, which is more like a higher-spec cell.

And the row of big copper buttons outside the tower of Tianfu clearly told Yang Zhao that there are many ways to play magic weapons.

"Master, can I fly up and touch it?"

"What is there to touch? You are a junior in the foundation building period who touches anything casually, and be careful of being eaten by the tower. ”

Shen Ruoyu swept over with a look, Yang Zhao silently withdrew his claws, and silently followed the master into the tower.

As soon as I entered the tower, the lively sound inside directly slapped Yang Zhao's face, compared to the ghost town outside, here people have a feeling of changing time and space in one step, and people can't tell where they are for a while.

The shouts, scolding, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of spell volleys exploding in the air and the remnants of people were all connected, and the noisy sound carried a huge flow of information, impacting Yang Zhao's ears, making people upset but enthusiastic.

Yang Zhao rubbed his ears and got used to it for a while before carefully looking at the world inside the tower.

The space inside the tower was as large as she expected, large enough for several football games at the same time.

But in such a big place, it feels very depressing.

I saw that the rest of the tower was dim, and there was only a bright light in the center of the tower.

And that layer of light is not a light or a candle, but a little bug, flying around.

Yang Zhao looked carefully and found that this bright light was the flow of layers of runes.

The runes trapped the warring sides, and outside the runes were shouting people.

Looking up, five or six meters above the ground, a huge metal platform floated in mid-air.

The platform can't go up and down, the left and right are not hanging, and the whole platform is more than 30 meters away from the surrounding walls, which seems lonely.

Yang Zhao looked left and right, no one paid attention to himself, and the cat's claws in his heart were about to move.

"Master, I'll fly up and take a look."

This time, Shen Ruoyu didn't stop it.

"Go ahead, be careful."

"Thank you."

(End of chapter)