Qin Di walked out of the teahouse and walked west along the street, and soon saw the Tower of Babel.

Babel Tower is essentially a fairy weapon, the fairy weapon can be large or small, so from the outside, it does not seem very tall, there is no feeling of towering into the clouds, separated by twenty miles, even the top of the tower can not be seen, but after walking in, it will be found that the inside is layer by layer, a total of as many as ninety-nine layers, each layer is a small world.

In front of the Tower of Babel is a large square filled with monks. Some are young and handsome, while others are old and full of gray hair. Many people are meditating with their eyes closed, either purifying their minds and preparing to enter the tower, or they have just come out of exhaustion. Some of them were dull and dull, as if they had somehow been wounded.

Qin Di did not fast outside for three days like others, purifying his mind and changing his mind, but then entering the Tower of Babel to enlightenment, he took a big step and walked over unhurriedly.

At the door of the Tower of Babel, there were two fire monkeys of the fifth order of the Heavenly Immortals, staring wide-eyed, looking at everyone who came in and out.

"Buy a ticket to enter, 10,000 immortal stones!"

According to the usual practice, Qin Di paid 10,000 immortal stones, and then calmly entered the Tower of Babel.

He sat on the first floor for only an hour before entering the second floor, and then on each floor, without spending much time. Because he had already crossed the seventy-three-story Tower of Babel in Betelgeuse before, after changing here, there was something similar to the immortal inscriptions in it.

The Seven Stars of the White Tiger is the gathering place of the golden monks, so the Babel Pagoda here is also a metal pagoda, which contains the basic heavenly path of the golden monks, although the seven great immortals, Kui Lou stomach ang Bi ginseng, each person's comprehension of the heavenly way is different, but when it comes to the basic heavenly dao, there is no essential difference. Therefore, as long as Qin Di meditates for a while, he can touch the bypass and comprehend the subtleties of each layer of pagoda to reveal the immortal text.

He went all the way up, and spent a total of more than three months, re-studying the previous seventy-three levels, pondering carefully, checking and filling in the gaps, and experiencing the subtleties in them, so as to make up for his immortal base.

Then, instead of immediately stepping out of the Tower of Babel, he ascended to the seventy-fourth floor.

From this level onwards, he is exposed to completely new laws.

There weren't many monks left on the seventy-fourth floor, no more than a dozen in total.

Those who sat in front of the stone tablet in the center of the tower and realized the Tao were all monks above the sevenfold level of heavenly immortals, and the fourfold of heavenly immortals like Qin Di could be described as unique.

Therefore, when he sat down in front of the stele, all the eyes around him were surprised.

However, most people just stood by and didn't say anything.

There was only one man with a burly figure, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and asked directly: "This brother, your skills are not high, why did you come here? This layer is not trivial, the laws of heaven are chaotic, don't you feel dizzy?"

Qin Di smiled: "I think it's okay! Thank you Brother Tai for reminding me." ”

To be honest, according to the strength of his divine sense, as well as his understanding of immortal texts and immortal runes, even if he ascended to the ninety-ninth floor in one go, it was completely possible. The last time he was in Betelgeuse, the reason why he stopped at the seventy-third floor was because he wanted to leave more time to learn immortal writing from Zhong Xianshu, not that he couldn't continue to climb, but just took a little more time.

The man stared at him with wide eyes, and when he heard him say this, he could only shake his head slightly, and stopped talking.

An old man with broken eyebrows who was thin next to him said in a sneering tone: "Wednesday Feng, people want to ascend to the sky in one step and eat a fat man in one bite, does it have anything to do with you?

The man said in a deep voice: "Zou Wentang, how can you be like this? A person who cultivates immortals cultivates his mind for the sake of cultivating his mind! I can't bear to see him go down the evil path! The Tower of Babel seems to be calm, but in fact it implies murderous intentions, and if you are not careful, you will go mad, is it said that there are still few such examples? If you look back, there are at least twenty percent of the monks in the square outside the Tower of Babel, who have been sitting there motionless for hundreds of years after going out, and some have even turned into dry bones after meditating for 10,000 years, because they forcibly comprehended the Great Law of Heaven, so that their divine consciousness is confused and destroyed by the laws of Heavenly Dao! ”

Speaking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Di: "Little brother, you have to be careful!"

Qin Di arched his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou, I know that there is a certain risk in comprehending the Heavenly Dao. However, along the way, so far it has been relatively smooth. ”

When a few people next to him heard him say this, they didn't dare to disbelieve what he said.

Because the Tower of Babel is one ring after another, if you can't understand the immortal texts on each floor, you can't climb to the next layer, and this person will be locked by the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and then thrown to the square outside. Since Qin Di was able to come to the seventy-fourth level, and his divine consciousness was clear, he didn't look embarrassed at all, which meant that he had really comprehended the Heavenly Dao laws at the previous levels.

Because of this, everyone felt very strange, they didn't know how a fourth-order heavenly immortal like him could comprehend the seventh-order Heavenly Strip Dafa.

Don't look at the difference between the fourth and seventh levels, but from the perspective of the cultivation realm, the gap between each level is very large, and if the realm is not reached, it is difficult to understand the relevant laws.

Although Qin Di didn't care about everyone's suspicious gazes, he also felt that Zhou Feng had a good heart, and in comparison, the heart of the old man with broken eyebrows, Zou Wentang, was much worse.

At this time, another old man in a purple shirt with gray hair let out a low voice and said, "Don't scratch the noise! The Tower of Babel is a place of enlightenment, and everyone has their own fate. Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and doesn't care about the frost on the tiles of others!"

It seems that this old man has some fame in the local rivers and lakes, so after he said this, whether it was Zhou Zhoufeng or Zou Wentang, they all closed their eyes and didn't dare to speak.

Qin Di sat down quietly, looked at the stele, and found that on the huge stele, there was a golden pen inscription on the word "bell".

In an instant, a big bell seemed to appear in front of his eyes, yellow bell Dalu, morning bell and dusk drum, bell and drum jade, leaking bells, and then all kinds of bell-shaped magic instruments, mainly musical instruments, and also glass cups.

"It's empty words to disappear, and the moon is slanting upstairs for five watches. ”

"Glass clock, amber thick. ”

"Midnight bell to the passenger ship. ”

"The bell of the mountain temple is mighty. ”

"Tongshan Mountain collapses, Luo Zhong Dongying. ”

"The yellow bell is destroyed, and the clay kettle thunders......"

All kinds of sounds, all kinds of artistic conceptions, all in one go, used in his heart, completely filling his mind and mind.

At first, it was just a simple bell, but gradually it became a complex music, such as the drum brake evening bell, the cold mountain bell, the yellow bell, the clamp bell, the forest bell, the Ying bell......

Fortunately, Qin Di was a descendant disciple of the Xianyin Sect, so he quickly recognized the Heavenly Dao Law of Zhongzi Xianwen from all kinds of music, and then little by little, hundreds of thousands of laws were slowly fused together to form a Heavenly Dafa.

Seven days later, he got up from the stele and walked up the stairs to the seventy-fifth floor.

Behind him, more than ten pairs of eyes, staring round!

More than a dozen high-level immortals stared at his back!

These people were blown away!

"This ...... This...... It's only been seven days! It's been 70 years since the old man realized the Tao again......"

The old man in the purple shirt almost jumped up, and attacked the two wedges with a sullen breath, and his face suddenly turned blue and black!

"Whoop Woohoo ......"

The burly man inhaled and exhaled repeatedly, trying to calm his mind.

"How can this be! I don't let people live!ah...... Poof......"

The emaciated old man Zou Wentang's face turned blue and red, and he couldn't suppress it forcibly and couldn't suppress it, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and then was quickly sent out by the Tower of Babel!

Not only these people, but also two people next to them were involved, and they couldn't control themselves after being shocked, their qi was disordered, and their minds were impetuous, so they could only sigh and take the initiative to withdraw from the Tower of Babel.

If you quit voluntarily, you can sit in the square for a few months and then come back again. If you are thrown out by the Tower of Babel, you will not be able to come back for at least a hundred years!