Jian Chen's gaze also fell on the sun whose light had dimmed in the sky, and at this moment, he also saw that the sun was probably the spirit of the True Tower.

As Jian Chen looked, the sun suddenly began to change, and finally turned into a boy in a red robe, the boy seemed to be very young, but his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of endless years, especially at the center of the boy's eyebrows, a shallow sword mark was so eye-catching.

The boy looked at the Ziqing Twin Swords with a solemn expression, his eyes were full of fierce murderous intent, and then when his gaze fell on Jian Chen, he suddenly laughed out loud and said sarcastically: "Presumably he is the new master of your Yin and Yang Twin Swords, I didn't expect that the famous Yin and Yang Twin Swords in the fairy world would recognize such a weak person as the master, it is really ridiculous." ”

Listening to the boy's sarcasm, Zi Ying Qingsuo's expression remained unchanged, and Zi Ying said: "True Ta Ling, if you don't have the seal of the Immortal Venerable of Silence on your body, we may not be your opponents in your territory, but now, it is not too difficult for us to destroy you, surrender is your only chance to live." ”

"Hmph, if you want the deity to surrender to an ant, a foolish dream, not to mention that he can't even reach the divine realm, even if there is a Taishi standing in front of the deity, the deity will never give in, not to mention that you are still on the side of the fairy world. True Taling said coldly.

Jian Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he held the Ziying Sword and rose into the sky, went straight to the boy, slashed directly at the boy with a sword, and said coldly: "If you don't surrender, then I have to let you perish!"

As soon as the sword came out, it suddenly transformed into a huge purple sword qi that was a hundred meters long, roaring away with earth-shattering might.

"It's up to you, even an ant dares to talk like this to the deity, even if the deity is extremely weak, it's not something you can kill, and then go and cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years." The boy in red was full of arrogance, showing deep disdain for Jian Chen, only to see his fingers swiped slightly, and the power in the first layer of the True Tower suddenly surged from all directions, and there was even a coercion that seemed to be able to destroy the world and permeate.

However, at this moment, in the first layer of the space of the True Tower, the four divine sword phantoms that Jian Chen had seen before guarding the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and northwest shook slightly, and suddenly a trace of hazy sword light emanated, curbing the power of the True Tower, and finally the power that the boy could mobilize was only a small trace.

But even a small filament has the power of Nayuan, condensing into a silk thread and shooting towards the sword dust.

Jian Chen's purple sword stabbed on the silk thread made of energy condensed by the boy, and the silk thread collapsed in a roar and dissipated in the first layer of space of the True Tower, the power of this silk thread was slightly inferior to the dead wood of the Saint Abandonment Realm Nayuan powerhouse killed by Jian Chen, so not only could it not hurt Jian Chen, but it was difficult to even stop Jian Chen's pace.

After a pause, Jian Chen's figure immediately turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, rushing towards the red-robed boy at a faster speed than before.

The red-robed boy's face changed, and his body immediately retreated, on the way back, his arms kept waving, and under the suppression of the four divine sword phantoms of the Silent Annihilation Immortal Venerable, he gathered the energy of the True Tower with difficulty and condensed a silk thread with the power of the strong man, and all the silk threads shot towards the sword dust with the lightning of the red-robed boy's arm.

Jian Chen's eyes were sharp, and his figure quickly approached the red-robed boy, and the oncoming silk threads were all cut off by the sword dust, bursting out with waves of violent energy aftermath, which dissipated in a deafening roar, and the red-robed boy couldn't stop the approach of the sword dust at all.

Seeing that he couldn't help the sword dust, the red-robed boy suddenly distorted his face and became extremely hideous, and roared angrily: "Damn the old puppet of the Silence, he is incapable of destroying the True Tower, but he divides the deity into nine and suppresses them in the nine-layer world of the True Tower, not only does the deity not be able to recover its vitality, but also day and night are suppressed by the sword qi that the old puppet of the Silent Extermination left in the body of the deity, otherwise, how can the deity end up in such a depressed end today, and he can't even kill an ant." ”

Looking at the rapidly approaching sword dust, the red-robed boy knew that he could not escape, the seal on his body made him unable to recover his vitality even in his own territory, the longer the fight dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for him, and he suddenly became crazy, his body did not retreat but advanced, rushed towards the sword dust with the last strength, and roared: " The deity has a total of nine bodies, one is stronger than the other, this first layer is the weakest body of the deity, the ninth layer is the strongest, you can kill the body of the first layer of the deity, then let the deity see how you kill the strongest body of the deity, if you don't kill the body of the ninth layer of the deity, you will never get the tower. ”

The red-robed boy rushed towards Jian Chen, facing the purple sword that burst out with purple light, he did not dodge or dodge, and faced it with his chest.

"Poof!"

The purple sword passed through the chest of the red-robed boy, and at the same time, the red-robed boy also punched Jian Chen's body, and the violent collision between the fist and the body erupted into a dull and muffled sound.

Jian Chen's complexion changed, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly flew upside down, and the body of the red-robed boy slowly dissipated.

Jian Chen's body was stabilized several kilometers away, his face was pale, although the true tower spirit was divided into nine by the Silent Immortal Venerable, and at the same time, there was a seal in the body, but after all, this weakest clone still had the strength of the source realm, and it withstood the blow of the strong man of the source realm, which made Jian Chen extremely uncomfortable and suffered a heavy blow.

As the red-robed boy dissipated, the space where he had been standing suddenly began to vibrate, gradually turning into a black hole.

Looking at the black hole, Jian Chen's body was instantly enveloped in a layer of soft white light, and the injuries on his body were recovering at an incredibly fast speed.

In just a few breaths, Jian Chen's injuries that would take at least a few months, or even years, to recover in the eyes of others, were as intact as ever.

After adjusting his state to the peak, Jian Chen stood up and walked towards the black hole leading to the second layer with a determined gaze.

The space on the second floor of the tower is also a big world, desolate, and lifeless.

After coming to the second layer of space, Jian Chen first broke through the clouds and stared at the sun in the sky, this is a real remnant sun, Yan zhòng is broken, and the size is no longer than one-tenth of the intact period.

Jian Chen stared at the remnant sun for a long time, and finally determined that it was not a true tower spirit transformation, and then turned his gaze to the white clouds under his feet, and looked around, confirming that there were no problems before leaving here.

Sword dust flew aimlessly in the second layer of space, skimming over the bare mountains, on the mountains lay the bones of some fierce beasts, the body size is very huge, each skeleton has a strength far beyond the source realm in front of the body, maybe because of the damage to the real tower, these bones that should be able to be preserved for a long time have now all weathered, and under a light touch, they will turn into a pile of dust.