Seeing Zhou Lingyan being squeezed into the middle of the square with the crowd, Zhang Miao couldn't help but be anxious, but there were monks all around, and he couldn't pull away at all, and he was stunned for a while.

At this moment, the whole square was in chaos, and suddenly there was a violent buzz.

At that time, many monks stopped fighting and looked blankly at the sky.

"Bang Bang-"

In the square, a huge chariot floated.

"It's the flag! It's the king who is coming!"

"King Chuang! That's King Chuang's flying chariot!"

For a while, the monks in the square raised their heads and looked at the sky, and even the "demon clan" monks stopped killing one after another and gathered together to guard against the sudden huge flying chariot.

"Big brother, it seems to be a flying chariot that has broken through the sky!" a tall and thin monk with demonized hands hurriedly said to the monk who took the lead.

"Even if it's the Four Great Kou, don't forget that the master of the northern foot of Yin Mountain is the main Ouch. "The monk who took the lead let out a hoarse voice.

While everyone was looking up at the sky, Zhang Miao also found Zhou Lingyan in the crowd, hurriedly pulled her to the edge of the crowd, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you alright?"

Although Zhou Lingyan had palpitations, he still shook his head and said:

"Zhang Gongzi, I'm fine!"

At this moment, a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky suddenly lit up not far away!

The complex of buildings in the square is very large, and the vast ruins run horizontally into the distance, broken walls, gravel, and only at the other end of the square, there is a huge tower-like base.

From the previous conversation with Lu Ming, Zhang Miao also figured out that every twenty years, on the fifth night of the first day of November, this tower-like base would condense into an illusory tower under the illumination of the moonlight, and the monks of Yinshan called it the Tower of Babel.

Tonight is the fifth day of November.

When the moon rabbit slowly poked its head out of the dark clouds, a condensed moonlight shot directly at the base of the tower, and the base of the tower instantly rose with white light, and the light turned into a giant tower through the sky like a glow.

The light turned into countless words, the words are as big as a bucket, the fortress is like a wall, rising from the pedestal, ethereal and colorful, rotten like splendor, the light is on the candle, and the stars and the moon compete for glory!

The monks looked around and looked at the pillar of light, and for a moment the ancient city in the dark night was like day, and it was incomparably brighter.

With the continuous diffusion of white light, the surrounding scene has also changed, the original ruins and broken walls have turned into Yuyu Qionglou, bricks and tiles are superimposed, carved beams and painted buildings, bucket arches are inherited, the corridor waist is back, and the eaves teeth are high pecked, which makes people dazzled.

And the mysterious runes on the base of the tower actually formed a golden tower, rising from the center of the square and standing high in the sky.

Countless steps appeared out of thin air from the ground to the air, shining gold, all the way to the top of the tower.

The original ruins and ruins turned into a splendid and beautiful city in an instant, like a heavenly god city, which is amazing.

Zhang Miao couldn't close her mouth in shock, and even Zhou Lingyan's eyes flashed non-stop.

"This should be the original appearance of this ancient city, right?" Zhang Miao couldn't help but admire.

Many monks raised their heads one after another, staring blankly at the huge sky constantly changing between the illusory and the substantial, and they were no longer surprised by the changes in the surrounding environment.

One of the monks muttered:

"Babel! It's Babel!"

"I'm going to enter the tower! I'm going to enter the tower!"

Suddenly, a monk in the crowd suddenly rushed to the huge tower like crazy, but strangely it did not cause a riot, and the surrounding monks just looked at him quietly, but there was a look at a dead man in their eyes.

Just when Zhang Miao was puzzled, a vision occurred, the crazy monk just stepped on the steps, and the whole person became strangely changed between the virtual and the real.

"I'm here... What's going on?"

The monk looked at his translucent hands in a daze, and suddenly woke up, and hurriedly touched his body with his hands, only to find that they were empty.

At this time, someone in the crowd whispered:

"Hehe, idiot, he dares to trespass on the Tower of Babel without the Heavenly Order, I really don't know whether to call him bold or stupid!"

The other monk sneered:

"All these tokens are in the hands of that group of fox spirits, and in previous years, they gave us forty percent, but this year they actually said that they would only give thirty percent, and I don't know if the old man will speak for us!"

"Hehe, it has always been the king of Chuang who takes thirty percent, the demon clan who takes sixty percent, and one percent who gives us these loose cultivators, and now the demon clan is only willing to divide thirty percent, and there is no actual loss for King Chuang, and a fool will offend the Beimi Fox King for our scattered cultivation!"

The other monks' faces changed slightly, and they silently glanced at each other.

"The ruins of the Tower of Babel belong to all the monks in the entire Yin Mountain, not the private property of any force or anyone!" a square-faced monk suddenly said loudly.

Suddenly, another bald monk stood up, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, he glanced at the group of half-demon monks closest to the steps, and said in a cold voice:

"This fellow Taoist is right, how difficult it is for us to practice loose cultivation, only we know that these high-ranking big figures, where can they understand the difficulties of our loose cultivation! Finally, we waited for a trial in the Tower of Babel, and in previous years, there were still 10% of the quotas, but this year even 10% is gone!"

Another monk slowly stood up, only to see him shake his robe, and his body was awe-inspiring:

"Fellow Daoists, because we have no sect, no power, and no status, we have always been the target of bullying by these big people, and now these people even want to deprive us of the right to cultivate, Daoists, Daoists, can we still bear it!"

These words were very emotional, and at the end of the conversation, the monk even squeezed out a few crocodile tears.

Zhang Miao sneered, he had long recognized that these people were the people who had just taken the lead in causing a commotion, and now they jumped out again, and the people who didn't know why really thought that it was a hot-blooded casual cultivator who couldn't stand the oppression and resisted.

However, in the eyes of Zhang Miao, an outsider, these people must have ulterior motives, at least not like the high-sounding one on the surface.

But what does this have to do with me, if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, you will make trouble with you.

After thinking about it, Zhang Miao was a little relieved, clasped her hands in front of her chest, squinting and waiting for the show to happen.

At this time, a sharp voice suddenly came from the giant flying chariot in the sky:

"A few of you on the ground are the envoys of the Northern Demon King?

"Big brother, will there be fraud?" said the monk with the demonized arm, hurriedly stopping the monk who was taking the lead.

"It doesn't matter, Yang Chuang is anyone, it's just a matter of moving his fingers to kill us, why use fraud with us?" said the leading man disdainfully.

Before the words fell, several people rose into the air and flew towards the giant chariot in the sky.

Portable invincible king system