It's still the seventy-ninth floor, and it's still the enchanting young woman, but the difference is that this time, it took Angel two hours and fifteen minutes to set foot here, looking relaxed.

When Angel stepped on the seventy-ninth floor, there was a rare change on her cold face, and a trace of remembrance appeared, two years ago, she and that man stopped here.

But... That was two years ago, and now, these seventy-nine floors can't stop her footsteps, and she also believes that she can't stop that man's footsteps either.

"Finally set foot here," Angel sighed as she looked at the young woman in front of her.

"You're here," the young woman smiled, but it was a laugh but it looked a little reluctant and very strange.

"There's one thing, I don't know if I can ask my seniors" Angel didn't choose to start the trial immediately.

"I know what you want to ask—" the young woman smiled bitterly, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Can you tell me the answer?" asked Angel puzzled, since she stepped on the seventy-first floor, all the trialists had the expression of a young woman, which made Angel a little strange, as for why she waited until now to ask.

In fact, this is very simple, although because of the Netherworld Breaking Ice, Angel's galaxy has been very cold since she was a child, and what is not good is introversion, not good at communication, not to mention that it is with the opposite **, if it is the same sex, there will still be some instinctive intimacy, at least compared to the old man on the eighth floor below, as a female young woman is naturally much easier to speak.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's been two hours and fifteen minutes since the Tower of Babel opened," the young woman said thoughtfully.

"Hmm..."Although I don't know why the young woman asked, Angel nodded truthfully.

"You know, an hour and twenty minutes ago, someone had already come up here and raided it," the young woman sighed as she looked at the ceiling.

"An hour and twenty minutes ago...... That is, not an hour has come ... How is this possible!" Angel's cold face had long since disappeared without a trace, and for the first time in history, there was such obvious consternation on her playful face.

"Yes, I thought that the opening of the Tower of Babel was an hour ahead of schedule!"

"Is it the man from last time?" Anqi still had a little disbelief on her face, and asked subconsciously.

"He's changed a lot, but I'm not old enough to recognize people," said the young woman, half-jokingly.

"How strong is he now?" Anqi's jade hand under the dress actually trembled slightly.

"Very strong, even in my heyday. The ideal situation is a fifty percent win rate," the young woman said with a blow, she had been cultivating for three digit years, and she was not as good as a seventeen-year-old boy?

"Really... It's so powerful," Angel said with her head down, as if talking to herself.

But Angel's last word fell, her long blue hair fluttered without wind, and the air condensed into frost.

"Yo, it looks like I've been hit..."The young woman quipped, but before the young woman could finish her words, a drop of fluorescence suddenly fell from Angel's eyes.

"No... No, tears of the goddess of ice and snow... Are the gods already coming?" said the young woman, whose pupils narrowed, and stammered a little.

Fluorescent into tears. Slide down. When it is about to drip to the ground. Angel suddenly reached out to take the tear, and the tears evaporated as soon as they touched Angel's hand.

When the tears evaporated, the aura on Angel's body changed a little, except for the coldness that was enough to freeze the air. There was also a hint of divine aura, and his face had returned to a cold color without any waves.

"Jihad... Sure enough, it's about to start" The young woman looked at Angel, her face was a little remembrance, and the corners of her mouth drew a smile of relief, and in the next moment, the seventy-nine layers were instantly frozen and turned into a world of ice and snow, a world of ice and snow, and Angel took a step. Disappeared into the seventy-ninth floor.

......

Lu Tianming, who was on the ninetieth floor, suddenly noticed that the space ring in his hand had moved twice, and his brows furrowed.

"What's going on?"

"No... It's just that I didn't expect the inheritance to appear so soon," Zosimus shook his head and sighed.

"Inheritance!" Lu Tianming suddenly paused when he heard this.

This one can be said to be full of flaws. It's fine in normal times, but this is the Tower of Babel, and there's a strong opponent standing in front of you.

I saw that the bad old man in front of him actually slapped the ground with his skinny hand, and as soon as his hand touched the ground, Lu Tianming felt that his body was like being covered with lead, and it was difficult to move.

"Is this your domain" Even if it was difficult to move, Lu Tianming had the leisure to find time to speak.

"If it were in your heyday, you might have been able to imprison me, but... Now you, not yet" Lu Tianming shook his head, and with a slight flick of his right hand, he threw out several blood-red fire lotuses to burn the air around Lu Tianming.

Immediately afterwards, something clicked around Lu Tianming, and as soon as the sound sounded, the bad old man seemed to have been seriously injured, and his body took a few steps back uncontrollably.

"Nirvana Tribulation Flame really lives up to its reputation, and even my realm can be easily broken," the bad old man laughed at himself with a wry smile.

Yes, the bad old man is using the domain, and being able to have the domain means that the bad old man is actually a holy domain, no, to be precise, it should be the former holy domain, and the power of the domain can only be one-tenth.

This is the trial from the eighty-first level to the ninetieth layer, ten completely different realms and strong strength are enough to make ordinary geniuses frightened, but they still can't stop Lu Tianming's footsteps.

"It is worthy of being a hero who was praised in the previous generation of holy wars, and he can even master such a rare realm as imprisonment" Lu Tianming stretched out his hand and stroked the fragments of the domain suspended in the air, although his tone was still flat, he could barely hear a trace of surprise.

"You really know about that holy war back then!" The bad old man didn't have any surprises, he had such strength at Lu Tianming's age. The forces behind it are definitely not ordinary, and it is not surprising to know what happened back then.

"I've heard a little, if I'm not mistaken, the senior should be the Forbidden Source Sage."

The Sage, not the Holy Domain, if someone else is there, he will definitely be amazed that he is lucky to be able to meet the Sage in three lives.

Although both the Sage and the Sanctuary look very similar, and even both are just Sanctuary-level strengths, the meaning of the representation is very different.

The Sage is the best in the Holy Domain, every Sage, its strength is far beyond the ordinary Holy Domain-level powerhouse, if it is just like this, it is not qualified to have the title of Sage, in addition to the strength far beyond the ordinary Holy Domain, it must also make great contributions to the human race, yes, the human race, the entire human race.

It can be said without hesitation that every Sage of the past generations is a highly respected figure, and even the top forces will not insult any Sage at will.

In the history of the human race, at least hundreds of thousands of sanctuaries have been born, but only three hundred and fifty-one can be called saints, which is not much less than the number of demigods born.

And the old man standing in front of him was one of the three hundred and fifty-one saints recorded in the history of the person.

Don't look at Lu Tianming's ability to easily break through the other party's domain, if it is in its heyday, the other party's domain is even a little jealous of the demigods.

Imprisoning is not just as simple as imprisoning the opponent, but everything that imprisons the opponent, including magic, there is a record of the Forbidden Source Sage in the history books.

In the fifth year of the Gods and Demons calendar, three mysterious sanctuaries suddenly appeared out of thin air, and joined forces to cast a forbidden spell in the sky above Bolo City, which was a famous city in the Noyard continent at that time, with a population of tens of millions, and if the forbidden spell fell, tens of millions of people would die in this disaster.

Just when everyone in Polo City was about to despair, the entire sky of Polo City suddenly darkened, and the forbidden spell suspended in the air was about to fall as if some mysterious power had been frozen, and it was fixed in the sky, and the three holy realms who released the forbidden spell were also fixed.

As soon as the realm came out, the ordinary holy realm couldn't even use magic, which showed that in the heyday, the forbidden source saints were terrifying, and the three holy realms were equivalent to lambs who had no power to fight back.

"Even if it was no matter how beautiful it was back then, it was inevitable to return to the loess, if it wasn't for the protection of the Tower of Babel, I'm afraid it would have to dissipate in this world, and there would be nothing left" Although he used a self-deprecating tone, the bad old man didn't care, he lived for tens of thousands of years, and there was nothing he could not think about.

"Too long has passed since the era that belongs to us, this time, it is the age of your young people, the holy war is coming, the gods are descending, the abyss is now, the battle to the death" The bad old man sang an unknown ballad, and his thin body gradually dimmed, and then dissipated.

Lu Tianming looked at the dissipated bad old man indifferently, his face did not change in the slightest, he stepped out and left the ninety floor.

"Holy War, I won't interfere!" As he was about to leave, Lu Tianming's cold voice echoed ninety layers.