Swallow Lei Yuan, secretly breathe.

Mo Chen's soul was amazingly condensed, and he carried more spiritual elements than monks in the same realm, so after a while, Mo Chen's strength returned to its peak again.

He got up and walked forward, crossed the secluded ancient bridge made of clouds and smoke, and slowly walked up to the fifth floor of the desolate tower.

The stairs leading to the fifth floor are steep and lengthy, and there is a faint Buddha light coming from the fifth floor, and the Zen sense is faint.

Mo Chen thought as he walked, judging from the four strange signs on the gate of the barren tower, it was very likely that this place was jointly created by the four strangers.

Moreover, each layer has its own different pattern environment, which also happens to correspond to the characteristics of the four odds.

For example, the second layer is the Ice Crystal Cold Land, which corresponds to the Rintian Ice Palace.

The third layer of the Wild Thunder Law Land corresponds to the Cloud Thunder Law Realm.

The clouds and smoke on the fourth layer are deep, and they happen to correspond to the vast smoke capital.

In addition, the Zen Buddha light that came from the fifth layer was even more conscriptive.

As for whether he came here, whether it was an illusion or a consciousness stripping and teleportation formation, Mo Chen had already understood.

Fantasy Fantasy Realm, after all, pay attention to an illusion word, no matter how profound the environment is, it can't be true, but the cloud smoke killing intent in the fourth layer before is real, so the illusion can be ruled out.

As for the consciousness stripping, it is even more unlikely, after all, after the consciousness is stripped away, the magic weapon seen on the body is just a projection, and it will not be used.

Therefore, it is only possible to say that the teleportation formation, according to Mo Chen's speculation, he must have touched the formation somehow before he was teleported here.

But why did Siqi cast a mysterious sand cave in the extreme east and seal the six-story barren tower, but there were no clues, so Mo Chen couldn't figure it out.

While thinking about it, Mochen had already stepped into the fifth layer of the Deserted Tower.

In front of me is a temple in the Garan Temple.

The hall is decorated with crystal carved glass murals, several magnificent mountains run through the whole mural, and in the mountains, a magnificent ancient temple shines with the vast Buddha light, shocking people's hearts.

Mo Chen only glanced at it, and suddenly felt that his mind was pure, as if the whole person had faded away from the stains, and he couldn't help but have a complete thought in his heart, as if there was nothing else to ask for.

But the strange thing is that the center of the hall was originally the position of King Garan and the Eighteen Garan Gods, but now it is empty.

And all around the main hall, there were countless broken limbs of statues and puppets.

The ink dust hastily looked like it was all cast by the spirit stone spirit, and the incision was smooth and smooth, obviously cut by an extremely sharp blade.

Similarly, as with the second layer of ice crystal cold ground, dozens of corpses lay in the entire hall, and a shocking blood streak slashed from the center of the hall to the staircase leading to the sixth floor, obviously after a shocking battle.

The corpses here are well preserved, and some of them are even slightly warm, apparently not long after they died.

Mo Chen examined the corpses one by one, and found that these monks were all seductive-looking and fair-skinned men, very similar to the previous glamorous lords in Yingjia Town.

After sorting out and memorizing this information slightly, Mochen searched the entire fifth layer again, until he confirmed that there were no future clues, and then followed the blood marks and set off to the top floor of the barren tower, the sixth floor.

But as soon as he walked to the staircase, a voice suddenly came, Mo Chen was startled, and hurriedly hid by the side wall and listened carefully.

"Whew...... Hiss...... Call...... Hiss ......"

A huge breathing sound came from the sixth floor in a hurry, like a huge blast furnace, more like a wounded dragon, breathing and breathing, shaking people's hearts.

Every time you inhale, the air rushes wildly towards the sixth layer, and when you exhale, the air flow is like a tidal wave.

Without thinking too much, it was obvious that there was a person with extremely strong cultivation in the sixth layer who was seriously injured and was doing his best to breathe.

"There are masters! Cultivation can almost be comparable to the original Yan Lord!" Mo Chen carefully felt the flow of spiritual energy, and roughly inferred.

There is someone on the sixth floor, and this person is either responsible for guarding the Wasteland Tower, or the person who attacks the Wasteland Tower.

But no matter which side of the person it is, if Mochen chooses to wait here for the result, it will be his next policy.

Because there is no accident here, it is forged by the four strange forces, if it is the person who guards the barren tower, it must be appointed by the four strangers, and the ink dust will have no effect if he goes early or late.

Mochen has no malicious intentions, and he has no plans for the Deserted Tower, and can even help the guardian heal his internal injuries, so that he can heal as soon as possible to help him get out.

But if it is the person who attacks the Deserted Tower, then it must be the enemy of the Four Stranges, and the possibility of the evil sect is very high, if Mo Chen continues to hesitate here, he is just wasting a great opportunity in vain.

After Mo Chen's mind was clear, after Mo Chen figured this out, the Yin Marquis Inheritance was directly transported, incarnated in the shadows, and quietly walked towards the sixth layer.

Through the long staircase, through a long corridor of layers, I suddenly came to a room, which was delicately furnished, surrounded by eighteen flags, each of which was embroidered with a cloud of smoke.

This smoke is misty, and there are several mountains in it, and there are thousands of palaces and pavilions in the mountains, like a realm of ink.

And in the center of the eighteen flags, an incense burner, one person sitting.

This person is about his early teens, his appearance is cold and gorgeous, a robe is plain and elegant, only the cuff is inlaid with a few jade and jade, slightly the image of Confucianism in the world, plus the faint light smoke in the incense burner, there is an otherworldly taste.

"Monk of the Vast Smoke Capital!"

As soon as Mo Chen saw the lines on the flag, he immediately recognized it, and he was ecstatic in his heart: "Since he is a monk of the Four Wonders, then it seems that he is the one who guards the Deserted Tower!"

He just wanted to show his figure, but immediately hesitated, and several clues in his heart were connected together, and he suddenly felt strange!

The second, third, and fifth floors were all fragments of puppets from the Ice Palace, the Cloud Realm, and the Demon Brake, but the fourth layer was intact.

In addition, in the five-story Garan Palace, dozens of corpses were all fair-skinned and bewitching men.

All of this has pointed all the fingers at the vast smoke capital, which is a cloud and smoke city with "eunuch" as the glory.

The more Mo Chen thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the cold sweat couldn't stop flowing out, the person who attacked the barren tower was actually from inside Siqi!

It is precisely because of this momentary throbbing that there is a flaw in the inheritance of the Yin Hou.

"Oh?" Sharp, slender, and far from being like a man's voice, it came out of the mouth of a "man": "Which Taoist friend is visiting? ”

When he spoke, Gong Tingque still closed his eyes tightly, but the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, bewitching and seductive.

Such a feminine and charming "man", goosebumps suddenly rose all over Mo Chen's body when he saw it, and he immediately raised his hand: "The younger generation is rude, I don't know that the senior healed again, disturbed the senior's pranayama and vomit, and asked the senior to forgive the sin, and the junior will leave." ”

Mo Chen retreated as he spoke, his steps moving slightly, one hand imperceptibly gripping the hilt of his sword.

Suddenly, the smoke filled the eyes, the moon shone on the cold front, and the enchanting figure floated out!