Chapter 65: The Tower of Odd and Even Babel

"I think what Martial Arts Friends said is reasonable. I'll just say, how can this kind of ancestral land that has been inherited by the human race for an unknown amount of time be so simple? There must be some doorway. ”

A beautiful woman with phoenix eyes chimed in.

These cultivators are well-informed, and it is not difficult for them to accept Wu Wei's statement.

"So, this thirtieth layer is actually?" Chen Mingming scratched his head and asked.

"The thirtieth layer actually corresponds to the thousandth, eighteenth floor." Wu Wei said crisply: "This Babel Tower has a total of 1,800 floors. ”

Everyone looked at each other.

"Brother, when your deduction of the Great Derivation Series is accurate, the place where we are standing now is the 1740th floor of the Tower of Babel." Qian Luming frowned and said, "But how can we explain that we can't further teleport to the eighteenth layer through the hidden teleportation array?" ”

"Because the 1,800th floor is not here at all." Wu Wei slowly spit out a few words.

“...... You're confusing me. ”

"Because of this great derivative sequence, there is an odd sequence, and there is an even sequence. It's complicated to explain. ”

Wu Wei held his chin and said.

"The reason why I say that the eighteenth layer is not here is precisely because the eighteenth hundredth layer is the last digit of the even-numbered column. We climbed from the first floor of the Tower of Babel, and entered the Tower of Babel in odd columns, not in even columns. ”

He finished quickly, and everyone looked dazed.

"So?" Qian Luming's eyes widened and said.

"So I speculate that if we want to climb to the top of the Tower of Babel, which is the 1,800th floor, we need to enter the Tower of Babel in an even number row."

"How can I get in?"

"From the first floor, enter the Tower of Babel in the odd number. Then it's very simple, go back one level, and from the zero floor, we may be able to enter the even number of Babel. ”

This time, Wu Wei didn't wait for Qian Luming to ask, and said directly: "I suspect that under the first floor of the Tower of Babel, there is also a basement, which is the so-called zero floor. From there, we can reach the top of the Tower of Babel. ”

Spread your hands: "I'm done." ”

Qian Luming frowned and pondered for a while, then said to the other cultivators, "What do you think? ”

"It's coming...... Why not give it a try? The beautiful woman with Danfeng eyes seemed to be very interested in Wu Wei, her eyes were full of autumn waves, and the lotus step moved lightly, quietly approaching Wu Wei, and a burst of body fragrance entered her nose.

Wu Wei also unceremoniously glanced at her plump and beautiful figure.

"I think it makes sense."

"It's worth a try."

"Listen to martial arts friends."

Then several more people spoke out one after another.

"Good. We listen to you. Qian Luming nodded.

"If it's too late, things will change, so let's leave now."

Wu Wei took the lead and walked from below.

Descend all the way to the "twenty-first" floor, avoiding the teleportation array in the middle.

"Ten floors below, there are many zombies blocking it." Wu Wei stopped and groaned.

"Hehe, Lao Dao here, there are just two more corpse sleepers, for you, and the little girl." Chen Mingming took out two thick black pieces of wood from the storage bag.

"Oh? Thank you Chen Daoyou! Wu Wei's eyes lit up, and he secretly said that this would save a lot of trouble.

Clamping this wood under his armpit, a thick corpse aura suddenly enveloped his body.

Qian Luming took out the ordinary broken bronze mirror and put it on his heart, his breath suddenly disappeared, and his figure became a little blurred.

The beautiful woman with phoenix eyes offered a pink handkerchief, which suddenly enlarged in a dripping turn and turned into a red hijab to cover her face.

Suddenly there was a faint disgusting sweet smell of rotting corpses.

Others are also using their own means.

Only then did he go down to the "twenty-first" floor, and cautiously walked past the zombies.

Walking to the "fifteenth" floor, Wu Wei, who was at the head, was suddenly stunned.

They came down from the steps on the left, and on the steps on the right opposite, six black-robed people holding baby urns in their hands and surrounded by yin qi were also stunned.

There are many familiar faces among them.

The hunchbacked old woman in the nursery, Cheng Jia, Zou Ji.

When Zou Ji saw Wu Wei, a trace of surprise and panic flashed on his face, but he was immediately covered up.

"Someone from the Nursery?" Qian Luming muttered.

The five cultivators behind Wu Wei stepped forward in tacit understanding and faintly confronted everyone in the Nursery Hall.

Wu Wei frowned suddenly, feeling that something was wrong.

If they fight here, they will immediately become the target of an attack by more than thirty zombies.

Under the siege of the zombie horde, let alone fighting each other, whether they can get out of this place is still a matter of two words.

It is very likely that it will end up in a complete situation.

Wu Wei had the intention to dissuade them, but on the contrary, after thinking about it carefully, Lu Yuansheng was so generous to let them into the Tower of Babel, he had something to rely on.

These cultivators are subject to the control of others, and it is difficult for them to persuade each other from the sidelines.

I had a headache for a while.

The people on both sides were silent with each other, and they were secretly assessing the changes in the situation;

Cheng Jia suddenly broke away from the group, walked through the zombie group alone, and swaggered over.

Wu Wei's nerves tensed, and the hands of the five cultivators quietly pressed on the storage bag.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Sibling. Cheng Jia stood less than ten feet away from them, tugging at the corners of his mouth and smiling: "This is the first time we met, the anger is so big, I don't think it's necessary, right?" ”

"You're from the Nursery? Sorry, we had to borrow your heads. Qian Luming said lightly.

Cheng Jia didn't get angry when he heard this, but chuckled: "Do it here, aren't you afraid of being eaten alive by these zombies?" ”

He took a deep breath and said, "It's Lu Yuansheng's old thief who wants to blackmail you, right?" Otherwise, we have no grievances in the past, and we have no hatred in recent days, so there is no need to make a big move. ”

"No grudges in the past, no grudges in the near future?" Qian Luming seemed to be angry and laughed: "What do you say about hunting down and hunting cultivators?" Is this also a grudge-free? Do you want us to be grateful to you?! ”

"That's a big deal." Cheng Jia frowned: "Lu Yuansheng arrested you in the dungeon, not only did he not see you asking for his life, but he sold his life for him. What does this say? ”

"Okay, okay, I'm not here to fight with you, nor am I here to fight with you." Cheng Jia saw a trace of shame flashing in the eyes of the cultivators, and his anger turned into anger, and when he was about to make a move, he hurriedly waved his hand.

"I know Lu Yuansheng's methods. Did he feed you heartworms? Cheng Jia took a step back.

Heartworms?

Wu Wei frowned and pondered, and suddenly his eyelids jumped and he remembered.

Many years ago, Zou Ji told him about all kinds of torture in the Dazhai dungeon, and he mentioned this worm.

The name of the heartworm sounds unremarkable, but it is actually a strange worm that the previous owner of the village spent most of his life cultivating in order to torture the cultivators.

As long as a cultivator below the Qi Sea Realm cultivates, once he is fed this worm and does not get the antidote, he will watch his body festering alive and die from the inside out within ten years.

In the end, even the most secret spirit treasures will be exposed to the world, which can be described as humiliating and vicious.