In the quaint courtyard, Xingtian had an idea, and the Xuan Demon Tower suddenly came out, shrouded and fell, raising dust and smoke in the sky.

Xuan Ziliang was suddenly shocked.

"Mysterious Demon Tower!"

For this thing, Xuan Ziliang is naturally no stranger, this thing is what he used before.

It is precisely because of this thing that he touches the level of the law of time.

Back then, he was jointly attacked by Shangguan Beiming and Yu Qianxue, and when he was trapped by the Nine Dragons Lock Demon Tower, he left this thing in the vast mountains and rivers.

Even if it is abandoned, or even destroyed, it must not be allowed to be obtained by the other party.

Now, after 10,000 years, this thing has reappeared in front of his eyes.

The old man caressed the tower body with his palm, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Ten days inside the tower and one day outside, is this the limit of this tower?"

Yebei asked.

For the control of the law of time, Yebei is naturally far inferior to Xuan Ziliang.

This is not something that can be realized overnight.

There are thousands of martial arts, each with its own rules, but the law of time is the most difficult to cultivate.

Right now, Yebei doesn't have time to spend on this road.

Xuan Ziliang didn't answer Yebei's question, but asked: "This tower is imprisoned, and it is not easy to break. ”

The words fell, and he couldn't help but look sideways at Xingtian.

"How did you break the tower's confinement?"

"Father-killing."

Xingtian did not hide this issue.

The word Leng Ran made Xuan Ziliang also pick out the corners of his eyes.

"Huh."

"If you don't want it, you don't hurt, and if you don't ask for it, you don't want it. Even the murder of your father can be done, and the power of imprisonment really can't hurt you. ”

Speak lightly, it is difficult to hide the murderous leakage.

If it weren't for Yebei being here, Xuan Ziliang would definitely kill Xingtian without hesitation.

The person who kills his father is simply inferior to a beast, and heaven cannot tolerate it!

"Xing Tian also learned later that it was his father who killed his mother and forced him to do it."

For the reason, Yebei explained.

And this matter, I wanted to hide it from Xingtian, but after all, I couldn't see that he was shrouded in the shadow of this matter in this life.

Xuan Ziliang was silent for a moment, and couldn't help sighing.

This imprisoning force was set by him in the first place, how could he have imagined that one day, it would cause such a tragic thing.

"Your name is Xingtian, right, in the future, you can follow me to practice."

Xuanzi had a faint sense of self-reproach in his conscience, after all, this matter was also indirectly caused by him.

I don't have an apprentice, and accepting this person as an apprentice can be regarded as making up for it.

It's just that I didn't expect that Xingtian directly refused.

"I'm only with one person in this life."

indifferent words, the person referred to is naturally Yebei.

Without Yebei, at this moment, he is still imprisoned in the dark and cold prison until he dies.

The grace of saving lives will be repaid in a lifetime.

Whether it was in the past, or now, or even in the north of the night, the heart remains the same.

"Whatever you want."

Xuan Ziliang couldn't help but get angry.

It was rare for me to open my mouth to accept apprentices, but I didn't expect to be rejected.

"The time of this tower, can it be improved again?"

Yebei opened his mouth and got back to business.

"As you just said, one day outside the tower and ten days inside the tower, and what I can do is thirty days inside the tower."

Xuan Ziliang stared at the tower and replied.

This is the limit that he can reach after so many years of comprehension.

Hearing this, Yebei nodded, already satisfied.

One day is a month, and now there are so many spirit herbs and pills, it only takes three months, that is, almost eight years, to make these 40,000 soldiers advance to the realm of spirit gods, or even higher.

The reason why Yebei only recruits soldiers above the Holy Realm is because the talent of this group of people is not weak.

No matter when, talent is always in the first place, and it is directly destined for the length of the martial arts road.

Without talent, even if there are more natural materials and treasures to cultivate, it will have little effect.

At the moment, Yebei has no choice, only to move forward and cultivate these 40,000 soldiers, and only after this group of soldiers can guard this field, can more soldiers be mobilized to come in.

Moving forward on the unknown road, there is always someone who needs to act as a pioneer.

These 40,000 soldiers are the forerunners, and they are the dead soldiers who charge.

With the hall master, one is prosperous, and one is lost!

Inside the tower, Xuan Ziliang released his own domain, a space of nearly 1,000 acres, which could easily accommodate 40,000 soldiers to cultivate in it.

In an instant, the original vast crowd returned to the tower, and the outside of the manor was suddenly empty.

Lonely defeated Tian Luo Feng and a few of them, together with Di Yantian and his party, all entered the Xuan Demon Tower.

Only Yebei was the only one guarding outside.

He can't cultivate in it with peace of mind, everyone's lives are in the tower, and once the tower is destroyed, people will die.

On the roof of the manor, the night north sat cross-legged, the Beiwang knife was already out of the sheath, and the red knife was swaying in the wind, which meant that the killing would break out at any time.

Yebei has already made plans to stay here for three months.

During this period, if anyone dares to step within a radius of half a mile, he will never be allowed to leave alive.

……

At the same time, the elves of the Floodlands.

Towering trees shade the sky, and winding stone paths lead to pavilions.

The people who come and go are all the leaders of the elf race, the man is in the wind, and the woman is graceful, which is the innate advantage of the elf race.

However, when he saw the silver-haired old man walking in it, he all walked and saluted, with a respectful face.

"Master of the Nine Songs."

"I've seen the Master of the Nine Songs."

……

The old man strode forward, ignoring the people around him.

When the figure was far away, they dared to talk quietly, feeling that today's Jiuqu Hall Master didn't seem to have a good face, and something must have angered him.

Everyone knows that among the three hall masters, the Jiuqu hall master is the most easy-going one, and he rarely gets angry on weekdays, what is going on?

Although they were curious, they didn't dare to ask more, looking at their direction, it was obvious that they were going to the main hall.

The hundred-meter pavilion is the main hall of the elf clan, and at this moment, on the main seat, an old man with a crane hair and a childish face sits firmly in it, wearing a green shirt and brocade, with an auspicious cloud horn belt tied around his waist, and his sideburns are like clouds.

In addition, there are a man and a woman sitting on the left and right sides below.

Seeing Jiuqu stepping in, the woman stroked the green silk in her ear with one hand, and couldn't help but smile coldly: "Jiuqu Hall Master, it seems that you don't even pay attention to the patriarch's words now, what time is this?" We've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The words fell, and the middle-aged man in the robe glanced at Jiuqu, although he was speechless, the anger on his face said everything.

"Alright, since the people are here, let's get down to business."

On the main throne, the patriarch of the elf clan snorted, and then said: "There are still forty days, it is the Sanding Martial Arts, this time, you three halls must carefully choose people, don't be like the last time, let the entire elf clan be ashamed, and even the top ten did not enter!" ”

"Yes, Patriarch."

There was a shock, so that the two of them hurriedly got up and gave their hands to respond, but Jiuqu sat in it, unmoved, and didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Nine songs? Do you have an opinion? ”

The patriarch of the elf clan, Chi Yunyan, looked sideways, and his eyes could not hide his anger.

The battle of the three tripods seems to be a competition, but in fact, the three major forces each show their own strength and heritage.

Without the support of strong strength, all peace is empty talk.

The other two hall masters couldn't help but look at Jiuqu, feeling that he was obviously extremely abnormal today.

"Patriarch."

Jiuqu got up slowly, hesitated for a moment, and slowly spoke: "One of my void souls was killed. ”

As soon as the words fell, the two hall masters next to them were suddenly startled.

The void soul is the primordial spirit, although the elven clan can derive multiple primordial gods, but with the strength of Jiuqu, if you want to destroy its void soul, the younger generation can't do it at all, only some old guys can make a move.

Is this an open war with the elves?

"Who is so bold, is it the Holy Demon Clan, or the Kunlun Realm?"

Under the anger, Chi Yunyan stood up, wearing a brocade robe without wind.

"Neither, it's a person in an inferior realm below."

Jiuqu's answer made the three of them quite surprised.

Inferior field? Is it nothing more than some abandoned land that has given birth to such powerful people?

"You just said that the other party is a Terran?"

Chi Yunyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, and he is also an ancient martial artist who has touched the realm of power."

"What?!"

Hearing this, the two hall masters were completely shocked.

Now that the ancient martial arts line has almost been cut off from the martial arts, there can still be someone who can touch the realm of power?

However, the next words made Chi Yunyan's eyes round, and he couldn't help but staggered back a few steps.

"He, not only has touched the realm of power, but also has the three-life pupil and the supreme bone body!"

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