"Finally someone came......"

The top of the Tower of Babel is not what Nightfeather imagined. It's no longer a place to reach out and see your fingers in the dark. It's not so much the top of the tower as the resplendent royal palace.

Glitter was the only color here, and on the Emperor's throne sat a man in a purple dragon robe with broken purple hair.

His eyes were blank, and the whole person looked very decadent, with a sickly look, and he looked at the red-haired man who appeared at the entrance, and the corners of his mouth murmured. But he didn't bother to lift a finger, or maybe he didn't have any ideas.

"You're the Purple Emperor?"

While the decadent man was lazily looking at Night Feather, Night Feather was also secretly observing the other party's every move. Finally, he looked at the mysterious man who was suspected to be the Purple Emperor and asked.

"Purple Emperor, what is it? Who are you? And who am I?"

The decadent man seemed to have lost his soul a little, his words were very stiff, his eyelids twitched, but he quickly closed his eyes again.

Night Feather frowned, he didn't expect to encounter such a maverick existence at the top of this tower.

"How does it feel like smoking too much opium? Will this guy really be the Purple Emperor, the ancestor of the Purple Family?"

Night Feather looked horizontally and vertically, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the man sitting on the throne was exactly the same as the one he had seen when he was mortal because he had smoked opium and looked loveless.

"Hoo ......"

Night Feather took a deep breath, but he didn't act rashly, God knows what the other party is. But the fact that the Tower of Babel has survived several epochs speaks volumes.

With a lot of experience, experience and caution are Night Feather's mottos, and he would rather believe that the other party is a taboo person than be sent here because of ignorance.

"The younger generation's surname is Ye, and I accidentally strayed into this place. I don't know what the predecessor number is?"

Night Feather didn't know if the other party was really crazy or pretending to be crazy and stupid. Therefore, he planned to throw stones to ask for directions and find out the true origin of the other party.

However, Night Feather waited for a long time and still didn't get any response. It was as if the first sentence [Someone Finally Came] was just his own auditory hallucination.

"The immortal has fallen, and the emperor is dead. Six realms of impermanence. ”

Night Feather frowned, and he heard the god's chatter again coming out of the mouth of the soulless man, exactly the same as the voice he had heard under the tower before.

"Eyes of life and death!"

Ye Yu planned to see what was going on with the eyes of life and death, but what he saw was a fog, and he couldn't even see the other party's eyes clearly, let alone see what was going on inside the other party's body.

In this way, Night Feather is in a bit of a dilemma. He originally thought that now that he had ascended to the Immortal Emperor Realm Nineteen Heavens, he was not afraid of everything. However, what he saw was such an insurmountable monument blocking his way.

It would be fine if it was really an emperor, but what Night Feather was now facing was just a forbidden figure like a walking corpse, and this was what made him feel tricky.

"Fantasy within a dream, a dream within a dream. Where to come and where to go, everything is just a flash in the pan. ”

Night Feather wanted to stride forward, but he couldn't move, he stood straight at the entrance like an obedient student, listening to the man on the throne talk to himself.

"What does that mean, and what do you want to tell the juniors?"

Night Feather's pupils shrank slightly, and he had an eyebrow in his own heart, but what he wanted to know more was who the other party's true identity was, and who the builder of the Tower of Babel was. He didn't want to enter the Tower of Babel, but in the end he left with a stomach full of questions, which was not the result he wanted.

"Hahahaha!!! who is Lone? Lone is just a lonely ghost, just a corpse that has no soul but has a new soul.

You can call Lone the Corpse Emperor, the Immortal Emperor in the corpse.

Even if you become an emperor, you can't get out of it for thousands of years. ”

The man on the throne was no longer as wooden as before, although he was still lifeless. But the words obviously increased.

"Corpse Emperor, so your predecessor was the Purple Emperor?"

The Corpse Emperor, as the name suggests, is a creature that produces spiritual intelligence from the corpse and then enters the Emperor Realm, so it is called the Corpse Emperor.

"It seems that there is such a number one person in Lone's mind, and the Purple Emperor has regrets? No wonder Lone often says something in the clouds. It turned out that it was because of the Purple Emperor. ”

Gradually, the Corpse Emperor gradually opened his eyes, his eyes were completely composed of gray, and they were completely a pair of eyes filled with death, and it was not an exaggeration to call them the eyes of death.

"Lone feels a very uncomfortable smell on you. Lonely will give you a death, the light of destruction!"

The Corpse Emperor was condescending, and shot a ray of dark light towards the night feather with his cold pupils, and the speed of this dark light was not fast, not even the same as the crawling speed of a snail.

However, what frightened Ye Yu was that he clearly saw it, but there was nothing he could do, as if someone had used the immobilization technique, he could only watch the faint light surging towards him step by step with a numb scalp and could not do anything.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. Everything will be settled. ”

After the Corpse Emperor finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, he didn't think that a mere immortal in the Imperial Dao Realm could withstand his strongest blow, the light of destruction released by the Eye of Destruction.

"Is the true face of Lushan at the top of the tower a psychic emperor corpse? Maybe there is someone else behind this emperor corpse. But that's my limit.

There is really an insurmountable gap between this Imperial Dao Realm and the Immortal Emperor Realm. ”

The Tiange in Ye Yu's hand trembled violently, and the demon spirit Chen Shimei even cried wolf from time to time. However, Nightfeather's eyes were calmer than ever.

Originally, Night Feather planned to take this opportunity to get a glimpse of the realm after the Imperial Road, but now it is the only end there.

Night Feather sighed secretly, his left hand raised slightly as the shattering light was about to die, and then a vertical eye appeared on his forehead.

The vertical eye seemed to be formed by the morning mist, not the Sirius Soul mark of the Night Feather.

"Wake up!"

As Night Feather spat out the word waking up from a dream, the space around him began to distort, and the distorted light that was about to come was transferred to an unknown world by the distorted space.

"It's really interesting. Fantasy within a dream, a dream within a dream. If you want to use this to spy on the secrets of the Tower of Babel, it is destined to be a failure. ”

The Corpse Emperor looked at the figure that was about to leave, and for the first time there were mood swings.

"Lone wants to know what your name is? In the future, we will fight again, Lone is looking forward to your growth. ”

The Corpse Emperor conveyed his fighting spirit, he really longed for a battle, he was too lonely and lonely, he longed for a bloody battle of life and death. Now that he saw this opportunity, how could he leave it alone.

"I am the queen of the Night Emperor, and the Night Feather ......"