Song Zhong and Xiao Yiwen fled when they heard the news.

The one-armed sword king walked at the back, and from time to time he turned his head to observe the situation.

"Boom! boom!"

The gate made the monks inside bang very loudly.

These two gates had collapsed and were not strong, and now they were hit by the monk's corpse, and they became crumbling and almost collapsed.

The one-armed sword king's nose twitched, and he could smell the bloody smell of the monks' corpses in the gate, and he could hear the corpses roaring, letting out a roar like a mountain beast.

Song Zhong and Xiao Yiwen didn't dare to stay.

The two of them are not afraid of these corpses, but they are worried that they will consume too much internal force here, too much internal force will be consumed here, and there will be seven floors in the future, if they encounter an even more terrible phenomenon, I am afraid that even the girl will be much slower.

At that moment, the gate collapsed.

The corpse of the monk inside the gate rushed out.

Those who have not been skinned, those who have been skinned have rushed out, all with bare heads, even if these great monks are dead, their bodies are still very strong, after all, they are all monks who practice Buddhism, and they are diligent in exercising on weekdays, far from being comparable to ordinary martial artists.

Seeing this, the one-armed sword king immediately stopped, and swung a knife with his backhand, the knife flashed, and suddenly knocked the big monks who rushed to the front backwards, when even more than a dozen big monks flew out upside down and crashed into the big monks who rushed up behind.

Suddenly, a large number of corpses of these monks collapsed, and for a while, not many corpses could stand up, and those corpses that followed behind them all tripped over the fallen corpses.

The one-armed sword king retracted his knife and continued to flee upward.

Upwards, there is the twenty-seventh floor.

At the entrance of the twenty-seventh staircase, Song Zhong and Xiao Yiwen waited for it and stood here.

When the two saw the sound, they thought that those corpses were chasing after them, and their faces couldn't help but change, and they raised their internal forces one after another, beware of weirdness.

When the two of them saw the one-armed sword king, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The One-Armed Sword King soon arrived at the door of the twenty-seventh floor.

The one-armed sword king said to Song Zhong and Xiao Yiwen: "These twenty-seven floors don't give me that strong feeling, it seems that there has not been any miserable battle here. ”

Song nodded his head: "I haven't comprehended any bloody smell here." ”

Xiao Yiwen said: "It's calm here, it's not like it's been a battle, could it be that the highlight is still a few floors behind?"

Song Zhong said: "I once checked the information, and accidentally learned that if the monk sits, the body will be born relics, the relics are the monks of their lifelong cultivation, the essence of the life condensed, generally, the people in the Buddhist sect will put the relics in the highest place of the pagoda. Looking at this situation now, I'm afraid that the extraterritorial heavenly demons and Buddhist disciples have all run to the top. ”

The one-armed sword king's eyes widened: "You know about this, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Xiao Yiwen also looked at Song Zhong.

Song finally shrunk his neck and said, "I just remembered this too. ”

The expression on the one-armed sword king's face gradually softened.

Stroking the door of the twenty-seventh floor, the expression on the one-armed sword king's face was relatively calm.

The one-armed sword king looked at Xiao Yiwen and Song Zhong.

The One-Armed Sword King asked, "In your opinion, this gate can't be opened?"

The one-armed sword king was also unsure.

Let's go, it's the second half of the night tonight, and in an hour and a half, and the rooster will crow before dawn.

Don't open it, the one-armed sword king is three points curious.

Not only is they curious, but they also have the idea that they know that they will not be defeated, but they have come all the way, pushed the door all the way, and were scared away all the way...

Song Zhong and Xiao Yiwen shook their heads again and again.

So, the three of them began to walk towards the thirty-third floor.

Passing through the twenty-eighth floor, the door on the twenty-eighth floor was shattered, revealing the appearance of the hall inside the gate, there was no corpse in the hall, but there were blood stains all over the ground, and the blood had condensed into black and brown, however, Song Zhong and the three of them knew very well what this was.

On the twenty-ninth floor, the gate was broken, corpses were everywhere, there were broken limbs and legs everywhere, and in the sea of corpses and blood, the three of them even saw that there were corpses acting strangely.

Before the three of them could see clearly, the corpse stood upright and ran towards where the three were.

The three of them didn't have a love fight, and went directly to the thirtieth floor.

On the thirtieth floor, the two gates were broken, but the hall inside the gate was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, even if the one-armed sword king tore off his clothes, lit them with fire, and threw them into the darkness, he couldn't see the scene in the hall.

The hall on the thirtieth floor was very dark, so dark that it made the three of them feel worried, and at the same time, there were even extremely tempting voices in the darkness.

All kinds of seductive voices sounded one after another.

"Official, come in and play, the slave family has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Hahaha, I have the sword in my hand, come in and hunt for treasure? I have all the treasures you want here. ”

"Do you crave power?"

Song Zhong and the three of them stopped here, and soon let these voices brainwash, and they almost stepped into the hall and entered the darkness.

Fortunately, Song Zhong's blood-colored sword trembled wildly, constantly reminding Song Zhong.

Song finally came back to his senses, and stopped the one-armed sword king and Xiao Yiwen again, so that he did not fall into the darkness of the thirtieth layer.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the three of them had lingering fears about the scene just now, if they hadn't suddenly woken up at the last moment, maybe they would have been caught in the path of the extraterritorial heavenly demons by now.

The three of them did not linger on this place, and turned to go upstairs.

Thirty-first floor.

If you say that on the 30th floor, the hall is pitch black and you can't see anything clearly, then on the 31st floor, you can't even see the staircase and the staircase aisle.

The three of them don't want to look at the gate, even if it is the road under their feet, they have to carefully consider it before they dare to get down, for fear of stepping on something like a corpse.

The three of them walked forward cautiously, the one-armed sword king held the fire fold, Xiao Yiwen walked in the middle, and Song finally became the person behind the palace.

After Song finally finished the palace, he raised his blood-colored sword, and the blood-colored sword emitted a blood-red light, which finally dispelled part of the darkness in front of him, so that the three of them could barely see the road in front of them.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a hand poked out.

This hand grabbed Song Zhong's ankle.

"Smack. ”

Song Zhong's ankle was grabbed, and the whole person was immediately creepy. 202 eBooks

The hair on his body exploded, and he suddenly lowered his head to see that one hand was grasping his ankle.

Song Zhong frowned, and was about to make a move to cut off the human hand, but he felt the temperature from the human hand.

A dead man's hand will not have a temperature, and a warm hand means that the other party is not a dead man.

The one-armed sword king and Xiao Yiwen turned around and looked at Song Zhong.

Although the movement of the hand just now was very small and the sound it made was very small, both of them were top masters in the rivers and lakes, and if they made any sound that was wrong, they could frighten them.

They followed Song Zhong's gaze and saw a human hand hanging at Song Zhong's ankle, while the owner of the human hand was hidden in the dark.

The one-armed sword king and Xiao Yiwen were about to make a move subconsciously, but Song Zhong hurriedly said: "The two of you are slow." ”

The one-armed sword king and Xiao Yiwen showed doubts.

Song Zhong said: "The hand has a temperature, and it is a living person." ”

The one-armed sword king and Xiao Yiwen showed a look of sudden realization.

Immediately, Song Zhong and the one-armed sword king each shone the lighting tools in their hands towards the darkness.

Under the photo, I saw a big monk lying on the ground, face down and back up, his body was in a prostrate state, wearing a simple robe, but he did not lose a wonderful temperament, and the other party's right hand was on Song Zhong's ankle.

Song Zhong immediately squatted down and helped the great monk up.

The great monk's face was bloodless, his lips were dry and white, and his whole person was languishing.

Song finally helped the great monk up and leaned against the aisle.

The great monk Nunu mouthed, his hands clasped together, and he was about to thank Song Zhong.

Song Zhong waved his hand and interrupted the movements of the great monk: "Why should the master be polite, I think the master is a monk of the pagoda here, the pagoda has suffered this change, we are really sad, we are waiting to visit tonight, it is to solve the heavenly demons inside the pagoda." ”

When the great monk heard that Song finally wanted to get rid of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon, his eyes bloomed with a very excited look, and a happy smile appeared on his face, but soon, the great monk's mood was lost again.

Xiao Yiwen was careful, and silently handed the kettle on his waist to the great monk.

The great monk took it and drank it, raised his head and poured himself a few big mouthfuls.

"Goo-goo. ”

Drinking the water into his abdomen, the great monk felt a little strength in his body.

At this time, the great monk made a Buddha name: "Amitabha, the three donors must be more than auspicious here, and I hope that the three donors will not interfere in trivial matters here, and quickly get out of the pagoda and run for their lives." ”

Song Zhong's face showed surprise.

There was a lot of surprise on Xiao Yiwen's face.

The one-armed sword king's eyes were full of doubt.

Song Zhong asked: "Master, although we have the intention to subdue demons and eliminate demons, we don't know where the extraterritorial heavenly demons in the pagoda are, but according to our conjecture, the extraterritorial heavenly demons must be on the last and highest layer of the pagoda. I'm going to the last layer tonight, and the purpose is to fight the extraterritorial heavenly demons endlessly. ”

When the four words of Song Zhong were uttered, the great monk's body trembled obviously.

The great monk's eyes were red, as if there were crystal clear teardrops flickering.

Under the blood-colored light of the blood-colored sword, it can dispel most of the darkness, but it cannot dispel the darkness in people's hearts.

The great monk has already given birth to the meaning of the heart, the light in his heart is swallowed by the darkness, and the whole person seems to have fallen into the deep dark abyss, and it is difficult to climb up again.

The great monk said: "Three donors, the poor monk has a good cultivation view, but compared to the demons such as the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, it is still far behind, if the three donors insist on this, I am afraid that they will really die at the hands of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons." ”

The One-Armed Sword King said, "I wonder if the master has ever heard of the Infinite Saint Sect of the Ning Kingdom?"

The great monk nodded and said: "The prestige of the Wuji Holy Sect in Ningguo, Poor Dao has naturally heard of it, although Poor Dao is in Tianzhu Country, but he also knows some trivial matters in the rivers and lakes of Ningguo. ”

The One-Armed Sword King smiled and asked, "Then do you think I look like the One-Armed Sword King in the Ning Kingdom Wuji Holy Sect?"

As soon as the one-armed sword king asked, the great monk blinked his eyes and carefully looked at the appearance of the one-armed sword king.

The One-Armed Sword King of the Wuji Holy Sect is missing a right arm, only his left arm remains, and his martial arts are to reach the realm of a grandmaster.

However, it is still a little difficult to recognize the one-armed sword king based on this alone.

The world is so big, how many swordsmen use knives?

How many are the one-armed men?

Can't every one-armed swordsman be called a one-armed sword king, right?

The one-armed sword king frowned slightly, thought about it, seemed to realize something, and immediately said: "It's more self-righteous below, there are too many one-armed swordsmen in the world, and the master may not dare to confirm it, then, please take a look at the hall master behind me, the master should be able to recognize which one he is." ”

The great monk followed the gesture of the one-armed sword king, and saw that behind the one-armed sword king, there was a man standing, this man was extraordinary, but the expression on his face was as plain as snow, at first glance, it seemed that there was nothing special, but when he looked again, he could see that the man was carrying a vermilion coffin.

The vermilion coffin was carried with a small iron chain, because it was relatively dark now, the great monk did not see the coffin at a glance, and now when he saw the coffin, his face couldn't help but change greatly.

At this time, the great monk subconsciously looked at the swordsman in front of him.

The young swordsman in front of him looked like he was only in his early twenties, but he had a very strong killing intent, and the sword in his hand was even able to exert a blood-colored light, and the light was even faintly filled with a strong smell of blood.

Although the great monk knew that this smell of blood was fake, and it was probably Song Zhong who imitated this smell of blood through some kind of exercise to scare people and use it, but the great monk did make Song Zhong frightened.

The swordsman in front of him was clearly wearing the costume of a disciple of the Wuji Saint Sect.

It is said that the disciples of the Wuji Holy Sect who entered the burial hall were all dressed in black robes, with white edging embroidered on the edges of the black clothes.

The great monk's heart was shocked, and he didn't expect that the Wuji Holy Sect of Ningguo would travel thousands of miles to come to Tianzhu Kingdom.

Moreover, for the sake of the extraterritorial heavenly demons of Tianzhu Kingdom, he did not hesitate to attack the pagoda all the time.

Now it is the thirty-first floor of the pagoda, and the next two floors are even more dangerous.

The great monk took a deep breath and said, "I didn't expect it to be the one-armed sword king of the Wuji Holy Sect, the Wuji Holy Sect ascending to the coffin and making a fortune, and Xiao was in front of the master of the Wenxiao Hall, but he was poor and clumsy. ”

The one-armed sword king had a smile on his face, and Xiao Yiwen was still as calm as water.

Song finally saw that the great monk did not call out his name, but he didn't think so, after all, he was too young and his reputation was not good, so it was normal that he couldn't call his name.

The One-Armed Sword King said: "In this way, can the master rest assured? We are here to destroy the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, return the pagoda, and return the Tianzhu Kingdom to peace." ”

The great monk looked at the three of them very seriously, and finally shook his head: "It's still not good, the three of you don't know the horror of the extraterritorial heavenly demons at all, alas, since that's the case, then the poor monk will talk to you." ”

The one-armed sword king, Xiao Yiwen, and Song Zhong all showed curiosity on their faces, and their eyes were full of intense inquiry.

The one-armed sword king said in a deep voice: "Okay, I'll wait for the three of you to listen." ”

The great monk sighed, folded his palms, and gently recited a Buddha name, and then began to tell about the strangeness of the extraterritorial heavenly demons.