Qin Ning let out a loud shout, dancing the Psychic Overlord Sword with both hands, and the blades slashed towards those silver-white thin lines with an incomparable momentum.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The silver-white threads broke one by one under the vertical and horizontal slashes of the sword, making a sound like the strings breaking. These silvery-white threads break and immediately dissolve into transparent air fluctuations, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The five thin lines work in harmony with each other, sometimes one vibrates, the other follows, sometimes several or all of them vibrate. In this way, the disturbed fluctuations formed in front of the pentatonic lines became more and more intense, almost like waves.

The silver-white thin lines flew out of the chaotic fluctuating space like crazy, and these thin lines rolled towards Qin Ning one after another, although Qin Ning danced the psychic sword to the limit, and the sword almost formed a light cluster, but the silver-white thin lines provoked by the trembling of the five-tone thin line compressed Qin Ning's sword light group a little bit.

This is the first time Qin Ning has encountered such a situation!

Seeing that the silver-white thin line was approaching little by little, Qin Ning gritted his teeth and threw the psychic sword in his hand back.

Without the protection of the sword light group, the silver-white thin lines in the sky instantly wrapped Qin Ning, and a dense circle of dense turns wrapped Qin Ning.

And Qin Ning did this because he wanted to win in danger.

While he was wrapped, Qin Ning released all his powerful divine senses and established a spiritual connection with the sword spirit in the psychic sword.

At this time, all the attacks of the five-tone thin line were used on Qin Ning, and his own defense would be much worse. Qin Ning guided the sword spirit to spare the silver-white thin line and flew straight to the five-tone thin line.

In the flash of light, the knife spirit arrived in front of the five-tone thin line, and a white light flashed, and the five-tone thin line was suddenly cut off by the knife spirit.

The thin lines of the five notes each emitted their own tonal mournful sound, and they all turned into a wave and dissipated into the air.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The silver-white thin lines on Qin Ning's body also broke and fell and disappeared one by one.

When all the abnormalities disappeared, Qin Ning was surprised to find that the spiral ladder pedal appeared!

That's a little wrong!

Although the five-tone thin line was injured by the sword spirit, it still has combat effectiveness, just under the attack of the five-tone thin line, Qin Ning is a wolf, if the five-tone thin line is regrouped and fights again, it is really hard to say what will happen, but the ladder that leads to the fifth layer has come out, is it just like this?

Qin Ning withdrew the sword spirit and stepped up the ladder in confusion.

The fifth floor of the Sleepy Dragon Tower, which is slightly cramped compared to the previous four floors.

The entire tower floor space is the size of two houses, and the top floor is also different from the first four floors, the front one is flat-roofed, and here is an inverted cone spire.

Seeing this, Qin Ning's heart suddenly moved, could it be that this is the top floor of the Sleepy Dragon Tower? It should be good, otherwise there would not be such a top-level structure.

Compared to the first four floors, this place is definitely shabby. The tattered wooden plank floors and adobe walls really have a dilapidated and desolate meaning.

I really don't know what kind of test there will be here.

Qin Ning stepped on the tattered floor and made a creaking sound. Looking around, on the wall on the right, Qin Ning saw a flute hanging diagonally.

This flute, which can be more than three feet long, has a mottled surface, like a bamboo that has been baptized by the years and is about to rot at home. If it weren't for the eight well-arranged holes on its body, it would have looked like a rotten bamboo.

Qin Ning finally saw something, and subconsciously walked towards this flute.

After taking three steps, Qin Ning felt that something was wrong. Because of a few steps, the creaking sound of stepping on the rotten planks under my feet was gone. Qin Ning felt as if he was walking in a vast and deep space, and the flute was close to him, but it was as if he was in two worlds, and he couldn't get close no matter how he walked.

Qin Ning stopped, and the surrounding qiē returned to a normal state, moving his body slightly, and the sound of the wooden board sounded again.

Don't think about it, the key to the fifth layer of the Sleepy Dragon Tower is on this flute!

Qin Ning stared at the flute tightly and silently pulled out the Psychic Sword.

"Let's go!" With Qin Ning's heavy shouting, the sword spirit broke out and rushed straight towards the flute.

However, the lightning-fast sword spirit only flew three feet, and its speed slowed down significantly. And the further you go, the slower the speed of the sword spirit, and after a while, the speed of the sword spirit is the same as the speed of a snail crawling, almost to the point of stagnation.

Qin Ning saw the clue, it was not that the speed of the sword spirit was slowing down, but that the space between the sword spirit and the flute was infinitely extended. No matter how fast you are, on an infinite spatial scale, it doesn't work.

This flute is not to be underestimated!

The Deep Stone can affect the space, or on one plane, this flute will arbitrarily elongate a linear scale, which is obviously more powerful than the Deep Stone!

Thinking of this, Qin Ning recalled the sword spirit.

Qin Ning thought about it for a while, and felt that attacking with strong means might not have too good results.

So Qin Ning sat down cross-legged, trying to calm his mind, slowly releasing his divine sense, and approaching the flute little by little.

Probably without malice, the path to the flute was not stretched. The Divine Consciousness traveled unusually smoothly, and soon, the Divine Consciousness released by Qin Ning arrived at the flute's side.

Qin Ning was extremely cautious, controlling his divine sense to approach the flute little by little.

Just when Qin Ning's divine sense was about to touch the flute's body, Qin Ning suddenly felt a suffocating sense of oppression. It's as if the whole world has collapsed and weighed on you.

That mottled flute suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light!

Bobobo...... Several thin transparent lines appeared on the flute's side. These thin lines are the five-tone thin lines that Qin Ning encountered in the previous layer!

Good fellow, this five-note line was originally formed by the spirituality of the tone produced by the flute!

Thinking about the horror of the five-tone thin line, Qin Ning didn't dare to imagine how terrifying this flute would be!

Golden light, which has always been a symbol of power, often gives people a sense of superiority and inviolability of the Holy Spirit. But the golden light emitted by the flute makes people feel as warm as a spring breeze.

Under the bath of golden light, the five-tone thin line slowly repaired the part that was cut off by the sword spirit.

"Who is so bold that he dares to wake up the old man from his sleep?"

Thunderbolt to the ear, deafening!

Qin Ning only felt that the sound seemed to penetrate his body, shaking his body and surging his chest.

Qin Ning tried his best to suppress the irritability in his heart, and after a little calm, he found that the sound came from the flute.

"Junior Qin Ning, I've seen my senior!"

"Hey, little doll, I didn't even take you down in my throat, you can do it. Qin Ning, right, how did you get to this ghost place?" The sound made by the flute had neither arrogance nor the contrived meaning of a master in the world, which made Qin Ning feel that this predecessor was not screaming in vain.

So Qin Ning told him how he entered the Deep Stone and entered the Trapped Dragon Tower.

"Wait, what's going on? You said this is the Cultivation Realm? The Sleepy Dragon Pagoda is one of the few good things in the Heavenly Realm, how can it appear in the Cultivation Realm? Qin Ning, what the hell is going on?"

Qin Ning saw that he didn't know anything about his feelings, so he told him all the things that happened to him in the cultivation realm.

"Ahh ”

As soon as the words fell, a faint light floated out from the flute, and a handsome middle-aged man with a face like a crown of jade and eyes like a star appeared. The five-tone thin line is like seeing a parent, and it is intimate to surround this person, constantly rubbing this person with his body.

Qin Ning almost dropped his jaw, his voice was so old, but the one who came out was so young, he couldn't believe that it was this one who spoke just now.

The middle-aged man-like man smiled, "What, I don't look like a talker?"

It's still that old voice, this person is indeed the one who spoke, there is no doubt. Qin Ning secretly scolded himself for being confused, this person must be a top master with unfathomable cultivation, not to mention such an appearance, even rejuvenating is normal.

Before Qin Ning could speak, this person said: "Don't think about it too much, the Heavenly Realm of the Cultivation Realm seems to be a chasm, but in fact, it is connected by blood. If something so big happens here, the Heavenly Realm will definitely not be able to stop. Unexpectedly, after a sleep, the whole world was turned upside down. ”

Qin Ning looked at this person blankly, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

This person smiled and told Qin Ning about his own affairs. This person is also a cultivator who has ascended from the cultivation realm to the heavenly realm, his name is Ge Shenghong, and he crisscrosses the heavenly realm with a flute song.

Later, Ge Shenghong made a bet with a heavenly powerhouse and lost. According to the gambling contract, Ge Shenghong will give this heavenly power to guard the trapped dragon tower for a thousand years.

Ge Shenghong was willing to gamble and lose, so he put the five-tone thin line on the fourth floor of the Sleepy Dragon Tower, while he hid on the fifth floor and hid in the flute to sleep. A thousand years is a long time scale for ordinary people, but for a character like Ge Shenghong, it is a time to close and open one's eyes.

"The Trapped Dragon Tower can be regarded as an extremely powerful artifact, if a large array is set up, with the Trapped Dragon Tower as the eye of the array, looking at the heavenly realm, few people can crack it. As far as I know, the owner of the Sleepy Dragon Pagoda has never been willing to use it, and this time it was used in the cultivation realm, which really surprised me. Ge Shenghong smacked his lips and said.

Qin Ning's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Do you know who the owner of this trapped dragon tower is?"

"Ah, this...... Qin Ning, I know you want to know who this person is, this person is obviously the boss behind the black-robed envoy you said. But I tell you responsibly, you'd better not know about it at the moment, and even if you ascend to the heavenly realm, don't look for this person in a short time, you can't afford to mess with him. ”

These words aroused Qin Ning's competitive heart, but Ge Shenghong didn't talk nonsense to Qin Ning at all, saying that his five-tone fine line was broken, and he was worthy of the gambling contract, and since he fulfilled the gambling contract, he would be free.

After speaking, Ge Shenghong made a big hole at the top of the Sleepy Dragon Tower, and floated away! Qin Ning looked at the big hole and shook his head helplessly, no matter what, it was over the Sleepy Dragon Tower, so let's go out early.

Qin Ning flew out of the Sleepy Dragon Tower and felt the breath of the Blue Star Empire.

Following his breath, Qin Ning flew and galloped, and in a moment, Qin Ning returned to the space of the Blue Star Empire's reality. R1152