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This Sumeru mustard seed tower will infinitely magnify what you think in your heart and transform the real thing.

Layer by layer, burst by burst, it hits your heart until you can't hold on and lose.

Also, depending on the practice, the pressure is not consistent.

The fifth order is much more stressful than the fourth order, and the sixth order is much greater than the fifth order, so it is fair for everyone.

Unless you are a high-ranking monk who can break through the rolling red dust and break through all the things in the world, you will not be affected.

When night fell, Da Zhao and Lin Tianxue came together.

The five Lingyun people, Da Zhao, Lin Tianxue, Lu Shuangshuang, and the first and fifth order senior brothers, are the entire lineup.

Ling Yanzi also did not survive the second battle.

"White rice, shouldn't you explain to us why it's so strong?"

At the big opening, Lin Qingxue nodded in agreement.

"Don't you also fight through battles, isn't this due to strength and luck?"

"It's different, my two opponents are a little worse than you. If defeating Liu Jianshen that day was the credit of protecting the red light, today it was all you who took the initiative to attack, and there was no flattery. ”

"Actually, there are still tricks......

"Your spiritual power is still much deeper than that of the two of us. ”

Fan Baimi was really in a cold sweat, thinking that they had seen through the blood mystic method. It turned out to be this matter, so he told them all about how the bloodline node was several times that of ordinary people.

The two also sighed again and again, thinking that Fan Baimi was in poor physical condition, but he really had unlimited potential, but he was afraid that he would not be able to reach the top in the future.

The great summons came and went quickly, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

Lin Tianxue walked a few steps away and turned back.

"Tomorrow's Sumeru Mustard Seed Tower will be beneficial to you and me, the more emotions and six desires will become, the more difficult it will be, you and I have advantages compared to Zhang Dazhao and Senior Sister Lu. Maybe you can beat the top few, but I can't say. ”

"Not necessarily, I have a lot of worries in my heart, but I'm afraid that the little masters of Faming Temple are the most powerful. Compared to you, I'm afraid it's hard to calm down. ”

"How do you know that my mind is empty, in fact, I will think of some in the dead of night. ”

After that, he blushed a little and went to himself. Fan Baimi couldn't figure out why Lin Tianxue would talk to him about it, and there was some twisting that he had never had on weekdays.

There was nothing to say all night, and on the second day, when the sky was bright, a group of sixteen people came to the front of the Sumeru Mustard Seed Tower.

Fang is the second-generation disciple of Faming Temple, as a person who started late, his cultivation is equivalent to Lingyun's sixth-order strength and is close to the seventh-order, which is extremely rare.

As the highest cultivator of this Dabi, and the host of the Sumeru Mustard Seed Tower, it is most suitable for him to be the first person.

The tower is ten zhang high, and the square circle of the foundation is only ten zhang, gradually shrinking, and the top is only five or six zhang.

The shape of the tower is like spring bamboo shoots, thin and straight, the top of the tower is like a cover, the tower is like a bottle, the color is like iron, it is unique. Like a pillar of optimus, straight into the sky.

The body of the tower is carved with tens of thousands of exquisite stone statues, each statue has a different posture, or the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, or King Kong is angry, but they are all lifelike.

Each corner of the nine-story tower hangs a golden bell that shimmers in the sun.

The breeze was blowing, and there was a dingling sound all over the place.

The whole tower body is tall and tall, simple and majestic, which makes people feel peaceful.

However, after entering the tower, it is a diametrically opposite feeling.

The interior is wide and vast, as if it is a boundless world, and a touch of residual sun is like blood, hanging in the sky. A few steps out, there are dry bones all over the place, scattered a few stump branches, charred and cracked, a few crows stop on the top, crying from time to time, desolate and miserable, full of devastation, giving no hope at all.

It's easy to see the steps, climb up to the first floor, it is the first round of the white sun, as far as the eye can see, there is the yellow sand Gobi, the slightest heat rises, the scenery shakes, the scorching sun scorches, the eyes can not be opened, not to mention walking on this road, the intuition of the soles of the feet is like on the scorching iron sand, the next moment it will be ripe. After about a stick of incense, his mouth was dry and his skin was cracked, he was dizzy, and he was almost fainting.

Carrying my tired body to the third layer, there was water, but it was a swamp everywhere, full of bubbles rising and bursting, and a foul smell accompanied by miasma. It is extremely rare to be able to resist the feeling of vomiting from the river to the sea. After a few steps forward, his legs were already full of leeches, and his heart ached. At this moment, only by strongly telling yourself that this is an illusion can you endure the pain and ignore it and move forward step by step.

The first few floors were fine, but there was no pressure on Fang Zheng's walk, even if it was a little harassing monster, it couldn't stop him from progressing.

At the beginning of the fourth floor, first a piece of ice and snow hit, the sky did not see half of the sun and moon, and he couldn't tell the difference between morning and evening, and his body that had just soaked in the swamp was also frozen into ice in an instant, and he felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was frozen on the ground, and each step weighed more than a thousand catties. The cold wind chased after the ice slag, tearing the skin even more.

However, Fang Zheng didn't seem to want to give up, and even though his hands and feet were frozen and unconscious, he still struggled to make it up to the fifth floor.

There are five layers of flames everywhere, and in the distance there is a river of magma in the middle of the road, which explodes with bubbles from time to time, and every time it explodes, sparks splash, sticking to the body, I am afraid that the skin will be burned and the flesh will rot.

Fang Zheng walked as he dodged the flames, but luckily he had already shaved his head, otherwise the flames would have burned his hair. In the middle of the magma river are round steps, and I don't know what kind of natural treasure can withstand the rolling magma without melting.

When he was halfway through, suddenly a fire dragon came to him, the fire dragon happened to come along the stone, the momentum was huge, the majesty was extreme, the square was not entering, the retreat was not, there was no way to go to the sky, there was no door to the ground, so he had to be nailed to the local area, and the Buddha was proclaimed.

The dragon passed by, and he was covered in fire, and with severe pain, he walked forward quickly, and finally ran to the opposite side, and the flames had dissipated, leaving only the pain all over his body.

On the sixth floor, everything is back to normal, but this place always feels a little familiar.

Isn't it exactly where Fang Zheng's family was when he was young, he seems to have returned to the time when his home was robbed by bandits many years ago. I only heard the sound of cars and horses, and the sound of shouting and killing came from everywhere, and the blood was red everywhere, and the world seemed to be only miserable red except for black and white.

Suddenly, Fang Zheng's eyes cracked, and he saw a bandit raising a knife and slashing at his father, who he remembered from his childhood.

Nope!

With a loud shout, he was lucky, and saw a knife flying in the air, directly hitting the bandit in the back of the heart, and the bandit turned around and found that it was his mentor's face.

His father, on the other hand, had his head cut off by another knife, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Yes!

He didn't understand why this was so, so he screamed, and then he picked up a knife and slashed wildly, his eyes were red and nothing else.

After a moment, I saw that there were no living creatures around, and he was covered in blood, like the ancient Shura God of War, eerie and terrifying.

"Amitabha, good and good, you still can't get over the demons in your heart, and you still need to continue to practice in the future. ”