Dingshen Tower.

Even in the Nantian capital, the Dingshen Pagoda is second to none.

Each floor of it is more than ten zhang high, with a total of 18 floors above ground and 18 floors underground, which is a symmetrical mirror building.

There are only three people who can enter this tower unless they are allowed to do so.

Zhu is the head of the family, the gatekeeper of the Heavenly Dao, and the thirteen ancestors of the Xuan Snake.

I wish the head of the family to be in retreat all year round, and rarely see people.

The gatekeeper of heaven must not set foot in the mortal world in his life.

The Thirteen Ancestors of the Xuan Snake are the actual rulers of the Zhu family most of the time.

That is, this old man walking slowly on the road.

At this moment, he slowly approached the Dingshen Tower.

The majestic towers reach into the sky, and the delicate carvings come to life.

The gate of the Dingshen Pagoda was pitch black, and on it was a huge candle dragon carved in pure gold.

"Woo!"

And on the lock of the gate, lying on his stomach was a small dragon the thickness of a human arm.

However, the little dragon was covered with long red hair, had eight legs, had no horns on its head, and had a face that resembled a beast more than that of a dragon.

After seeing the old man, the little dragon immediately trembled, and happily flew to his shoulder and lay down.

The old man habitually rubbed Xiaolong's head and walked slowly into the door.

Walking into the Dingshen Tower, each floor of the building is incomparably magnificent, but extremely empty.

The majestic hall with a height of more than ten zhang and a length and width of a hundred zhang is empty with only a small table inside.

But on the surrounding walls, there are dense and exquisite murals.

On this floor, the mural is a war.

A majestic turbid dragon tore apart the majestic palace in the clouds.

Countless immortals are fighting, and the sky is full of treasures.

But the old man didn't look at it, because he had already seen it a thousand times.

On this floor, a skull is placed on a table in the center.

A pale dragon head.

The dragon's head was hideous, with stacked scales and sharp fangs, four or five feet in size.

And in the center of the dragon's head was a one-eyed.

The dragon's eyes glared ahead as if they were still alive.

The disconnected position of the head presents a jade-like glazed feeling.

The old man walked up to the dragon head and bowed gently.

The eight-legged beast on his shoulder thrust its head into the old man's neckline as if he were afraid, not daring to look at the corpse.

And behind the faucet, there is a downward staircase.

The old man walked slowly down.

Below, there are the eighteen basement floors.

The things in each layer, in the old man's heart, were a hundred times more dangerous than the real eighteen layers of hell.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

"Old Stuff ......"

"You're here again......"

Just as the old man entered the basement floor, a sharp and hollow voice rushed into his sea of knowledge.

Even if it is the terrifying cultivation of the old man, at this moment, the green tendons of the whole body are exposed!

The eight-legged beast on his shoulder trembled, but his eyes were cold and with a faint ferocity.

"Roar!"

And at this moment, although the old man's head was beating with green tendons, he said as if nothing had happened: "Come down and go around." ”

"That's nice. ”

"I want to go up and around too, okay?"

Rumble!

At this moment, countless pitch-black spikes in the darkness carried a heavy and irritable aura like a flood, instantly enveloping the old man's whole body!

Click-

But just as those spikes were about to touch the old man's body, they shattered like a mirror.

The old man stood where he was, but all the black thorns around him were gone.

"Alas. ”

The old man sighed faintly and took out a pale eye from his bosom.

"The old man just wants to come down and have a walk. ”

"Seniors, can't you be quieter?"

As he spoke, the old man stretched out two fingers and inserted them into his left eye.

Squeak –

With a muffled sound, the old man gouged out his eyeballs, and then crushed them directly with a slight force.

He raised his hand and stuffed the pale eyeballs in his hand into his eye sockets, and the next moment, a series of pale flesh buds grew in his eye sockets, and the originally pale eyes instantly turned into colorful multi-faceted glass, exuding a magnificent aura beyond the Dao realm.

"Hehehe......"

"If you let me out, we will naturally be quiet......"

At this moment, the old man's eyes flashed with colors, and he shook his head and glanced at the middle position.

There, on a black table, a delicate urn sits out.

And in the dome more than ten feet high, in a black spider web, countless eyes grew densely.

These eyes covered the original mural, staring at the old man with ghostly indifference and strangeness.

The old man did not speak, and under the gaze of the countless pairs of eyes, he walked to the urn and walked to the next floor.

This layer is just as dark.

In fact, the environment of the eighteenth underground floor is no longer under his control, but by the existence that is imprisoned inside.

"Little Thirteen, you're here. ”

Hearing the voice, the old man's face was not shocked.

He turned his head, and in the middle of this level, there was a chair.

On the chair was a middle-aged man wearing a delicate purple robe with a tough face.

The middle-aged man's face was kind, with a hint of concern.

This person is his uncle.

It's my own blood relative.

But at this moment, inside the colorful pupils wrapped in the wriggling of the old man's white granulations, the scene seen was completely different.

What he saw was a withered, hideous-looking corpse.

And on this corpse, a person is entangled.

The man twisted his body, his body deformed like a snake and wrapped around the corpse, resting his face on the corpse's shoulder, looking at himself gloomily.

The man's face was delicate and numb, and his eyes were deep blue with the vertical pupils of snakes.

The old man didn't answer his words, but walked straight to his side and walked to the next floor.

And the man's head also rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and watched the old man leave.

The next floor, compared to the previous one, is extremely bright.

A kind old monk was standing in the center.

"Donor, here you go again?"

At this moment, the old monk slowly turned around.

Just...... It's the back that faces you.

On the back of the old monk's head, there is still a face.

At this moment, the old monk who turned around looked pious and looked at the Thirteen Ancestors and said, "I took a drop of the blood of the poor monk before, which should be enough for your Bodhisattva to become a Buddha." ”

At this moment, the demeanor of the Thirteen Ancestors finally changed.

With a sense of respect, he bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, Holy Monk." ”

"It's enough. ”

"This time, the younger generation wants to go down there and chat with an old friend. ”

Although his face was respectful, the left eye of the Thirteen Ancestors was burning with colorful flames.

His whole body was also tense, ready to explode at any time.

The old monk on the other side was stunned, just smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing." ”

"The donor paid. ”

"I am compassionate, but I also need incense money. ”

"The next time if needed, the poor monk still welcomes the donor. ”

At this moment, the old man nodded slowly, folded his hands, bowed ninety degrees and said, "Thank you, Holy Monk." ”

On his shoulders, the eight-legged beast that had been fierce on the upper two floors was now like a quail, trembling non-stop, and a pair of eyes looked at the old monk, full of pleading.

The Thirteen Ancestors kept clasping their hands together and had a humble attitude, facing the old monk and retreating into the next layer.

And as the Thirteen Ancestors left, the old monk sighed faintly, and the light was dim.

He turned and sat down, and in the darkness around him, the corpses of the sittered and withered appeared.

Each one takes the form of a Buddha, exuding compassion in the darkness.

"I will build a transcendent ambition, and I will reach the supreme way. If you are not satisfied, you will not be able to achieve enlightenment......"

The old monk's voice was deep and deep, like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

The corpse Buddha was compassionate, facing the old monk to sit in a thin group, bowing his head and listening to the scriptures.

But their hands were folded behind their backs.

In the back of the head under the shadows, the silent faces of the hideous wailing are uncertain.

Every corpse had its back to him.

All living beings and Buddhas looked at each other with compassion, but they all sat upside down.