The tower that Xu Yantian stands in the capital is divided into nine floors, and each layer seems to be self-contained, which is very mysterious.

From the outside, although the area of this tower is not very large, but when he entered the tower, Ling Hao found that the space here was amazingly large, and he could see that it was several miles away.

Moreover, the power of space here is very obvious, and it seems that the phenomenon of space folding has occurred.

If you really spread out all those folded spaces, the scope will be very huge.

At the end, there is a staircase made entirely of sigils that leads to the second level.

On the first floor of the tower, there were already many people sitting cross-legged on the ground, their eyes closed, as if they were meditating on something.

Several people from the Haoyue League were also among them, but Lu Daosi and Feng Xuesong were missing.

Have they already reached the second layer?, Ling Hao said secretly in his heart.

During the fluctuation of mental power, Xu Yantian's voice sounded in his mind again:

"There are many illusions in this layer of the tower. Those who can break all the illusions can step up the stairs. ”

"The illusion is divided into three realms, those who enter the tower can choose one of them, or they can choose more, if they are lost, they will leave the tower. ”

The words fell, and an ancient character composed of three lines of runes instantly appeared in front of Ling Hao:

Try the state of mind, the red dust world.

Refining the state of mind, bloody killing field.

Destroy the state of mind, a nose hell.

Ling Hao stared at these three lines of ancient characters and thought for a long time, and finally, he stretched out his hand and touched the "Refining Mind Realm, Bloody Killing Field" in the very middle.

It was only then that his finger touched that line of words, and the next moment, Ling Hao was hit by a thick bloody aura that rushed to his face, and he almost fell to his back.

The scene in front of him changed in an instant, and as far as the eye could see, countless cultivators were fighting with their opponents with weapons in hand.

The shouts of killing rushed into the sky, as shocking as rolling thunder.

"Kill! Kill quickly! After killing this group of people, go to the front to support immediately! The front is almost unbearable!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Ling Hao just turned his head to look in that direction, and then froze in place.

That's, Yang Tian!

And the people who appeared around him were all robes of the gods and ghosts in the previous life!

Here it is...... Zhenjun Mountain!

Countless cultivators were pouring onto this mountainside from all directions, attacking the gods and ghosts guarding the mountainside.

This is a bitter battle, but also a bloody battle!

Rao is mentally prepared to face the bloody battlefield that is about to appear.

But at this moment, Ling Hao couldn't help but have his heart beating faster.

Because, he seems to have returned to Zhenjun Mountain, which was about to be breached!

Suddenly, Yang Tian looked at Ling Hao's location, and shouted with red eyes: "What are you doing in a daze! You are a pharmacist! Hurry up and save people!"

Ling Hao was stunned for a moment, and was about to make a move, when a blood-stained young man beside him rushed to a sergeant who had been cut in two with a sword, carrying a small knife that shimmered with snow, trying to sew the two halves of the sergeant's body together.

Ling Hao knew the pharmacist.

In his previous life, that person had been led by him to learn the art of first aid, and he was a manufacturable material.

That's the people of his Divine Leaf Camp!

But the next moment, the Divine Leaf Camp Medicine Master, who wanted to do the rescue, was beheaded by a sharp knife that suddenly exploded, and blood splattered.

A young man wearing black armor, riding a hideous beast under his crotch, and a brilliant treasure light flashing around his body, held a war knife, and rushed back and forth in the military formation composed of gods and ghosts military sergeants who had been chaotic, and every time he attacked, someone would be killed on the ground.

Ling Hao also knew the young man.

It was Xue Zhou, Li Tianqing's eldest disciple, a genius who had been praised by the Dao Master of the Divine Ghost Army.

In addition to Xue Zhou, there were also Huang Chuxue's relatives who appeared in this place one after another, and they killed the sergeants of the gods and ghosts military path without showing any mercy.

If it were in normal times, the defense formed by the sergeants of the Divine Ghost Military Dao would not have been able to be broken through so easily, but Ling Hao could see that each of them had a very serious physical problem, and the combat power they could exert was only two to three percent of the usual one!

Soon, this mountainside of Zhenjun Mountain was slaughtered into a bloody place by those invaders, and a large number of corpses of gods and ghosts were scattered all over the field, and the faces of each corpse were full of unwillingness.

After the massacre, a group of invaders led by Xue Zhou gathered together with frowns, and their faces were very gloomy.

No captives!

Even the Divine Ghost Army Dao sergeant who had been captured with all his strength instantly detonated his soul the moment he realized that he could not escape!

"The gods and ghosts are really all hard bones. ”

Xue Zhou gently wiped the blood that kept dripping from the battle knife, and his expression was gloomy: "I have been here with Chen Xiaoyue before, and I know where the families of the Divine Ghost Army Dao sergeants are. You, follow me to raid the place, and then take the families of the recalcitrant to threaten those who are still trying to hold on to it. ”

"I don't believe that they can watch their relatives being chopped up alive by us and be indifferent!"

Ling Hao stood very close to Xue Zhou, his fists clenched.

Nails pierced the flesh and blood dripped.

The scenes changed one after another, and the entire process of the battle of Zhenjun Mountain was presented in front of Ling Hao one by one.

The robes who were not in good health used their bodies to form a line of defense and constantly attacked those foreign invaders, but in the end, those well-prepared cultivators broke through the defense line one after another, and killed one after another.

The town army mountain exercise ground was beaten to ashes.

The monument of the gods and ghosts was cut off.

The graves in the military mausoleum were opened one after another, and the ancestors who had been buried were plundered and their corpses abandoned, trampled by the invaders, and devoured by the wild beasts that appeared here later.

......

Ling Hao found that he had returned to the battle he had been absent from back then.

But Rao is like this, he is still just a bystander.

In this long-lasting illusion, he was angry, sad, hateful, and depressed.

But after the illusion ended, Ling Hao's expression calmed down again.

"How do you feel?" Xu Yantian's voice sounded in his ears without any emotion.

Ling Hao knew that this was not Xu Yantian's question, but the tower spirit of this tower, asking him how he felt about experiencing the illusion, so as to judge whether he had successfully passed the illusion.

"I swear, one day, I will rebuild the Divine Ghost Military Road and rebuild the Zhenjun Mountain!" Ling Hao's voice was low, his eyes were firm, "I will destroy all the people who broke through my Zhenjun Mountain and killed everyone in my Dao Dao, and get back what they owe us!"

After a long silence, a voice sounded in my ears again:

"Passed. ”

Airplanes!

With a soft sound, the clarity in front of him was restored again.

The three lines of words in front of him, and the seven words "refining the state of mind, bloody killing field" in the middle, have turned gray.

Ling Hao took a deep breath, without any hesitation, and reached out to touch the seven words on the far right, "Destroy the state of mind, a nose hell".

(End of chapter)