The tower was covered in chips and scratches, like countless evil spirits scratching it with their sharp claws.

At the top of the tower is a huge black hole, as if it is a portal to the Atlas, sucking up all the light and hope.

The monks watched in amazement, deep fear spreading in their hearts.

This ancient tower, and the terrifying atmosphere it brings, seems to herald something incredible and extremely dangerous about to happen.

The eyes of the Qingfeng Holy Son were firmly fixed on the blood-colored ancient pagoda that suddenly appeared on the ground, and the green tendons on his forehead twitched slightly.

His hands were clenched, as if he would move at any moment.

But at this moment, he and the other Holy Sons felt a bottomless aura of terror permeating the air.

"What is this?" Mengyue Shengzi whispered, her voice revealing a subtle tremor.

Yebai also felt the changes in the ancient city.

But the edge in his eyes is more than ever.

In the square, the originally bright stone lamp suddenly went out, and only the blood-colored ancient tower emitted a strange red light, illuminating everything around it.

The air around them seemed to be pumped away, becoming oppressive and heavy.

"It seems that the blood of the Evergreen Divine Son has touched some mechanism in this ancient city." The Flame Sun Holy Son suddenly spoke, his brows furrowed, "This ancient city seems to have life. ”

Qingfeng Saint Son frowned, he obviously also felt the change, and for a moment, he had no idea of pursuing Yebai.

After all, Yebai's move brings everyone a great opportunity!

Anyone who can seize this opportunity.

Definitely able to soar to the sky!

At this moment, the Scarlet Ancient Tower shook again, and a pillar of blood-colored light rose into the sky, cutting through the darkness, as if even the heavens and the earth were dyed blood-colored.

The Breeze Saint Son took a deep breath, feeling like he was almost crushed by this terrifying aura.

Yebai stared at the Scarlet Ancient Tower, a sneer curled into the corners of his mouth.

He understands that the revival of the ancient city may bring him more opportunities.

Regain your strength.

The Breeze Saint Son exchanged glances with the other Saint Sons, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

The Scarlet Ancient Tower continued to release a terrifying aura, and the entire ancient city seemed to be roaring in a low voice, as if it was a fierce beast about to awaken, making the fear and uneasiness in everyone's hearts stronger and stronger.

Ye Bai seemed to be the only calm person in this ancient city, his gaze turned from the Scarlet Ancient Tower to the Breeze Holy Son, as if all the danger and uneasiness seemed so vulnerable in front of him.

Yebai stood in a corner of the ancient city, without a trace of waves in his deep eyes.

He glanced lightly at the monks who were flocking to the ancient tower around him, and a sneer curled into his lips.

These people seem to see endless wealth and opportunity, but they ignore the bottomless danger in front of them.

He turned his head to look out of the city, the blood flowing from the ancient city being absorbed like dry soil, and the speed was chilling.

This is obviously some kind of forbidden power at work, which is difficult for ordinary people to detect, but for him with the Nine Nether King Body, it is like an open flame guiding the way.

At this moment, an inconspicuous monk suddenly took out an ancient scroll and said something in his mouth.

This person, everyone recognizes him, he is Mo Han.

A genius disciple of an unknown sect.

Although he is not a holy son, his own fame is even greater than that of his sect.

Yebai stared at Mo Han, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if it was not surprising that he was doing anything.

"Mo Han, what are you going to do here?" Someone couldn't help but ask out loud.

Mo Han didn't respond, but the spell in his mouth became more and more intense.

The other monks looked at each other, some surprised, some curious, and some even showing a hint of fear.

Yebai seemed to be out of the way, without any expression on his face, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

He knew that the best way to deal with the complexity of the situation at hand was to remain calm, rather than fall into it as easily as greedy or panicked monks do.

He began to gently mobilize the power of the Nine Nether Lords in his body, ready for anything that could happen.

But he didn't plan to take action immediately, just wait and see what Mo Han wanted to provoke?

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Han, only Yebai, who still maintained his usual peace and calmness.

He knows that real crises often erupt most inadvertently.

Mo Han's voice echoed at the top of the ancient tower, as if a mysterious power was condensing.

When he shouted the last word of the incantation, a dazzling red light suddenly erupted from the top of the ancient tower, like a fire burning, and as if blood was boiling, shocking people's hearts.

The Celesh Breeze Saint Son and the other Saint Sons were dumbfounded, and the expressions they had originally wanted to tease Mo Han instantly froze, replaced by an unfathomable shock.

Everyone could feel the powerful coercion, like an ancient divine beast roaring, forcing them to hold their breath.

Yebai briefly closed his eyes, as if feeling the energy from the ancient tower.

He was dressed in green light armor and held an unsheathed sword, and his body was tense at the moment, like a cheetah ready to rush out.

"It's... What kind of power is this? The Flame Sun Holy Son suppressed the panic in his heart, and asked with the corners of his mouth twitching.

"I don't know, but it's nothing extraordinary." The other son responded, his voice revealing a hint of unease.

Yebai slowly opened his eyes and said to himself, "This ancient tower, I'm afraid it hides secrets that even I don't know. ”

Hearing Yebai say this, Pan Letian's heart moved.

It seems that this is not the first time that Yebai has been here.

Such a thought came out, which made Pan Letian's vigilance relax a lot.

The air seemed to be taut, and everyone's eyes were focused on the dazzling red light, anticipating what incredible would happen next.

But in any case, the ancient tower seems to have become the center of the world at this moment, and the light continues to radiate, but it has never diminished its power and mystery.

Everyone felt that this moment seemed to have become an eternity, and the powerful coercion and red light seemed to tell them that the world was far more complicated than they knew.

The Holy Son of the Breeze clenched his fists, a breeze danced in his palms, and the air around him seemed to be solemn.

He coughed lightly, his gaze like a torch, and swept over several holy sons who were also solemn.

"Ready.

This time, there is no room for error. The Holy Son of the Breeze said in a deep voice.

Several Holy Sons exchanged a determined look with each other, and each began to gather its own mana.

The sky seemed to feel their determination, and the dark clouds began to converge, and lightning passed through them, but it did not make any sound, as if it was suppressed by the breath of these holy sons.

Such a scene also made many people's hearts relax.