The shadow of the tower covers the sky and the sun, the bottom of the tower is dozens of zhang square, hovering over the square out of thin air, the inexplicable spiritual pressure emits out of itself, and the whole square is oppressed by the shaking more than once, almost cracking!

The shadow of the tower is slightly blurred, the tower body is divided into nine layers, its general outline can be faintly seen, the huge sacrificial spirit array on the square is not reduced, the red light flashes, the spirit element of a radius of thousands of feet is all gathered, with the gradual infusion of the spirit element, the tower shadow is also more and more clear and solid, and the pressure on it is even greater!

Everyone's eyes were staring at the tower shadow, not daring to leave the slightest, and their faces were shocked, this is the legendary Qi State Spirit Treasure!

Volint Tower!

A group of foundation-building monks instantly showed greed, this treasure is only they have the power to compete, if they can accept this kind of spiritual treasure, in the future, across the country, who else dares to provoke the foundation-building level?

At the edge of the square, the figure sitting in Yin Xiu trembled slightly, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened and closed, and he looked at the huge tower shadow in the sky, revealing a touch of heat, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Two hundred years have passed...... This Fuling Pagoda is going to be decided by my Yin family today!"

The three of the old man with green beard were all startled by the seal that was suddenly broken, their faces were shocked, and they looked up at the huge tower shadow that was slowly rotating above their heads, and after a long time, the old man with green beard sighed deeply.

"Voring Tower...... It's been 200 years......"

The rumored Fuling Pagoda, the only spiritual treasure in Qi State, even himself, has only seen it three times.

It has been three generations since the first master of the Nanshan Pavilion to his own term, and two hundred years have passed, and the Nanshan Conference has been held for ten years now......

Although there was no shortage of winners in the past battles, there was not even one who really subdued this Fuling Pagoda, so that two hundred years later, the Fuling Pagoda was still sealed in this Nanshan.

After 20 years, seeing the Fuling Pagoda again, the old man with the green beard was really full of emotion in his heart.

This conference is very different from the past, not only with the participation of the Yin family, but also with Liang Yi, an extremely mysterious monk, and several monks who are not weak in the middle stage of foundation building, such as the big man with a sword, is the Fuling Pagoda finally going to be taken in? Or will it continue to sleep in the underground of Nanshan, waiting for the opening of the next conference......

The future is unpredictable after all, the old man with the green beard shook his head and sighed, his eyes looked at the tower shadow that became clearer and more condensed, and the next moment, with a direct wave of his robe, Lingyuan hooked, and the eight-pole array flags scattered on all sides of the square suddenly turned around!

The moment the array flag turned, the sacrificial spirit array suddenly burst into glory, and a huge suction force suddenly came out, and the spirit yuan floating between heaven and earth within a thousand zhang was suddenly completely absorbed!

The dazzling red light flashed all over the square, covering every corner, and when the formation was running rapidly, the spirit yuan rioted, and the next moment, the huge tower shadow hovering in the sky suddenly solidified!

An astonishing force of oppression involuntarily emanated from the body of the ancient pagoda, and everyone changed color at this moment!

Under this huge coercion, the body of the low-level monks trembled and swayed in the wind, their faces were frightened and almost wanted to kneel down, without the power to resist, and the monks in the early stage of foundation building were not much better, and the Lingyuan storm that suddenly swept away with the power of oppression blew their hair buns, and a trace of madness danced wildly, and their bodies could only stabilize their bodies under the support of the body protection Lingyuan!

Except for the four people of the Yin family, Liang Yi and the others, as well as a handful of mid-foundation building monks, there was no one present who could resist the powerful spiritual pressure of this Fuling Pagoda!

With three feet around, a semi-circular Lingyuan light shield expanded upside down, enveloping Liang Yi and the others, allowing the Lingyuan storm and oppressive power to rage, but it couldn't be shaken in the slightest!

His face was indifferent, his divine sense swept out, and through the Lingyuan storm raging outside the light mask, he looked directly at the tower, and the next moment, Liang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up!

The line of sight extends upwards along the strange veins engraved on the body of the tower, the eaves of the eight-sided tower shine with precious light, under the shroud of light, there seems to be a dragon elephant in the shape of a roar around the tower, with bursts of amazing fluctuations, straight to the top of the tower!

As the divine consciousness swept towards the top of the tower, a dazzling golden light suspended in the sky like a bright sun, overlapping with the empty sun, wrapping the top of the tower and suddenly revealing it in Liang Yi's field of vision!

The divine sense stinged slightly, and Liang Yi was shocked, with his divine sense, he couldn't even detect the slightest bit in this tower!

Counting the magic weapons he has seen, except for the nine-colored feather fan held by the puppet of the Imperial Xuanzong that he met in the Nine Condensation Forbidden Land, this treasure should be the strongest!

Lingbao, only the magic weapon condensed by the Void Spirit Monk can be called Lingbao!

At the moment, Liang Yi's eyes were happy, this Fuling Pagoda may not be as good as the nine-colored feather fan, but the power will never be too low!

As soon as he remembered the earth-shattering power of the puppet holding the feather fan spirit treasure that day, Liang Yi's heart swelled with a touch of heat, and the aftermath of a blow could make the earth sink several zhang in a radius of thousands of zhang, the spirit treasure is so powerful!

Everyone was greedy and eager to try, and at this moment, the old man with the green beard spoke!

"I won't say more about the rules, no matter what means are used, my Nanshan Pavilion will not interfere, whoever can go to the top of the nine-story tower to successfully refine the tower beads, this Fuling Pagoda belongs to whom!"

The loose gray robe was pulled in the violent wind, the voice was low, the old man with the green beard spoke solemnly, and as soon as the words fell, Fang waved his hand, and several monks in the early stage of foundation building suddenly swept out with the rainbow light, rushing into the bottom of the tower like lightning in the face of the strong wind of Lingyuan!

Each patted the Qiankun bag, raised his hand and several magic weapons flew out, the magic trick in his hand changed, and before he entered the bottom of the tower, these foundation-building monks fought directly outside the tower!

The roar of the handover and collision of magic weapons spread, and the next moment, more than a dozen figures flew up and joined the scene of the battle, but in a moment, almost all the early monks flew to join, and the scene suddenly evolved into a big fight!

Among them, there were two people, an ink scroll and a black net, each holding their hands, and between the urging of the spirit yuan, there were bursts of visions appearing, and the power was not weak, which made the monks around the two of them look jealous and retreat again and again!

The monk holding the ink scroll, stretched out his hands, opened the ink scroll, revealing the black and white landscape ink painting on it, only to see that the spiritual light in his eyes must be certain, and the magic trick in his hand was a dozen, and the landscape ink painting suddenly fluctuated like ripples, black and white light flashed, accompanied by a violent tiger roar, and a fierce tiger jumped out of the mountains and forests on the ink scroll!

The tiger is black and white, with a hideous mouth biting, and there are drops of saliva as black as ink sliding down the huge sharp teeth, looking up to the sky and roaring, bursts of sonic boom shook the surrounding space, and there was a good spiritual pressure emanating from its body, making everyone's expressions slightly shocked!

After summoning the ink tiger out, the monk did not stop, his right hand shook the ink scroll, the spiritual light flashed, the lake in the painting was undulating, and then, a more than two zhang long ink Jiao was soaring from it, volleying and the ink tiger side by side, swinging the tail, the spirit swept away, and forced all the monks within a few zhang to retreat!

Liang Yi nodded slightly when he saw this, this ink scroll is a little remarkable, and it can be regarded as a very good magic weapon for early monks.

However, his complexion did not change much, his expression was indifferent, and Liang Yi's gaze immediately turned to the foundation building monk holding a black net on the other side.

The former's ink scroll magic weapon is strange, and the power of this monk's magic weapon holding a net is not weak!

The black net was only the size of a palm at first, after the Lingyuan was infused, it was thrown by the person, it was long in the wind, it was huge in an instant, it was three zhang square, pinched the magic trick, the black net circled around, and swept to the front of several magic weapons streamer nets in, a ghost light flashed from the black net, the black net was instantly tightly bound, and the magic weapon in it struggled for a while, but it was not allowed to get out, and it was not long before the aura gradually dissipated, returning to the ordinary, and after the brilliance was completely dimmed, it was even more 'click' and shattered!

With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the black net, shook off the pile of bleak magic weapon fragments that had been completely discarded inside, and looked around, the foundation building monk's face showed a smug expression.

The two of them were in the field, and the magic weapons in their hands continued to show amazing spiritual power, no one could stop them, and the faces of the other low-level monks immediately became extremely ugly, and many of them showed painful faces, they had already lost several smug magic weapons in the hands of these two people!

The ink tiger roared, the ink Jiao roared, and the hideous one either pounced, or swung the tail, or spit out the dark and inky spirit of the breath, which made everyone change color, and they didn't dare to approach, and they retreated one after another!

The black net was also flashing with ghostly light, and outside the three zhang, the rest of the monks who participated in the battle immediately hurriedly manipulated the magic weapon to go around, and no one stepped forward to provoke it!

The two of them looked at the monks around them who did not dare to step forward with disdain in their eyes, and then turned their eyes to the entrance to the bottom of the tower above their heads, and a touch of greed and excitement appeared in their eyes.

However, at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded out of nowhere, and then a gust of wind flashed by, and everyone looked up in shock, and a few feet away from the entrance to the bottom of the tower overhead, among the windwals that rolled endlessly, a cyan blurred figure suddenly appeared!

"Mid-term monk!"

Everyone immediately exclaimed, their faces changed drastically, there were only a few mid-stage foundation building monks, and finally one of them made the first move!

"Wind Spirit Cover, this is the Bell Gate Master of the Falling Wind Gate!"

"The Zhongmen master was already a sixth-layer foundation cultivator two years ago, compared to the pavilion master of the Nanshan Pavilion, he is not inferior to a few points, and the strength of all the mid-stage foundation building monks in this place is the top, and now he is more sophisticated, as soon as he makes a move, who can stop these early stage monks?"

Seeing the appearance of the wild wheal, there were several early foundation building monks on the square who had not participated in the battle, and they recognized at a glance that this was the proud magic weapon of the master of the Falling Wind Gate, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, looking at the cyan blurred figure in the wind, and a touch of shock crossed in his eyes.

The group of foundation building monks who were fighting immediately recognized it, and the two monks who were holding the ink scroll and the black net were naturally no exception, everyone was shocked, except for the two of them, the rest of the monks immediately stopped fighting with their respective opponents, their bodies flashed, and they retreated several feet one after another, calling the magic weapon back to their bodies, and staring at the blurred figure in the wind with a solemn and vigilant face!

This is a mid-stage top cultivator who is several levels higher than them, the magic weapon is powerful, and the strength is profound, it doesn't take much effort to kill these first- and second-level early-stage cultivators at all!

The two monks holding the ink scroll and the black net showed unwillingness, they were the best among the early monks, and the magic weapon was even more powerful, so it was really difficult for them to retreat, after all, the temptation of the spiritual treasure was there, so that people could not give it up!

Gritting their teeth, the hands of the two of them holding their respective magic weapons trembled slightly, and after a while, a touch of ruthlessness crossed their faces, and the slightly trembling hands suddenly certain, and the two of them quickly changed the magic tricks in their hands!

How dare they take the initiative to attack the mid-term monks!

The hideous ink tiger and ink Jiao reappeared, roaring with a surging momentum towards the wild wheal to kill, the body is a little bigger than before, holding the ink roll, the fluctuation on it is not stopped, with the ink roll floating out of thin air trembling, the face is flushed, obviously this person has urged this magic weapon to the extreme!

The other person is also the black net in his hand sacrificed, the black net is good in the wind, and it has reached the size of several zhang in an instant, and the ghostly light on it flashes, seeing this, this person has not stopped, his left hand patted the Qiankun bag, and then wiped from the mouth of the bag, the white light flickered, and a delicate jade bottle appeared in his hand!

The jade bottle is almost transparent, and the liquid with a faint demonic purple light can be vaguely seen rippling slightly, carefully holding the jade bottle in his hand, the monk's face is full of pain, and then his face is ruthless, gritting his teeth and throwing the jade bottle in his hand, the jade bottle flies to the huge black net floating in the air, when it reaches the black net, this person drinks in a deep voice, and the jade bottle immediately bursts open, and the purple liquid in it bursts into a purple mist, followed by a huge black net wrapped in!

The purple mist was all adsorbed by the black net, and the ghostly light that flickered on the black net was suddenly dyed with a layer of faint purple, which was extremely strange, and with a wave of the man's palm, the net that turned into purple and black immediately flew out, and shrouded the wild wheal above his head!

Liang Yi's expression, which had always been plain, finally changed slightly at this moment, his gaze was slightly solemn, and his gaze turned to the black net with a faint purple light, Liang Yi could see at a glance that the bottle of purple liquid that this person took out must be an extremely rare poison!

And its toxicity is definitely not low, Liang Yi sniffed out a faint sense of danger from the strange purple light, the toxicity of this poison, I am afraid that even the monks who have built a perfect foundation will not be good if they are contaminated!

Liang Yi glanced at Yin Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, and sure enough, the latter's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint solemn color appeared on his face, and he also saw the danger of this purple liquid!

The two of them each sacrificed their own smug magic weapons to attack the cyan blurred figure above their heads, looking nervous and a little ruthless, but the figure in the wheal sneered again.

With a wave of his robe, the wind around him was removed, revealing the true face of the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi who held the magic weapon in the shape of a cover, which was the Zhongmen master of the Wind Gate, and the thing in his hand was the proud treasure of the Wind Spirit Cover!

At this moment, seeing the magic weapon attack of the two of them coming in front of him, the corners of his mouth sneered, and a touch of disdain swept through, and at that moment, the Zhong Sect Master took a deep breath, and the spirit yuan in his hand quickly converged, and pressed down fiercely towards the first tiger, one Jiao, two ink shadows, and one palm!

The palm of the Lingyuan hand formed instantly, and it collided with the tiger Jiao between the falls, and the next moment, two mournful roars suddenly came out of the tiger Jiao's mouth, and even if it was pressed by a palm, it burst and dissipated!

The landscape ink scroll in his hand trembled violently, and then suddenly broke into a pile of fragments and scattered, and the magic weapon he refined was broken, and the owner of the ink scroll spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then his body flew out upside down, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness, and directly fell unconscious!

A touch of sarcasm appeared in his eyes, and he didn't look at the figure that fell to the ground and didn't know whether it was dead or alive, his expression was disdainful, and he raised his hand to sacrifice the wind spirit cover held in his palm to the purple-black net!

The previous palm had already shocked everyone, but at this moment, seeing that the master of the Zhong Gate directly sacrificed his proud magic weapon, everyone was immediately shocked, their expressions were nervous, and their eyes stared at it and did not dare to move away for half a minute!

However, this time it was even more brutal and direct, and the storm in the wind spirit cover surged out, during which countless wind blades refracted sharp cold rays, but in an instant, they were on top of the purple-black net, and in only a moment, the purple-black net was cut and crushed into pieces and scattered!

His expression was shocked, his face was incredulous, he had been invincible in the past by relying on this magic weapon of the net, and it was his proud treasure, but today it was easily broken, looking at the fragmentary nets falling in the air, the light in the eyes of the monk Zhuji suddenly became dim, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out!

Seeing this, Liang Yi shook his head slightly, and then slowly closed his eyes, this was already expected by him, although the magic weapon of the two of them and the purple liquid were indeed good, but the gap between their cultivation was too big......

With a move of his palm, he withdrew the wind spirit cover, and the corner of his mouth sneered, and the Zhongmen master glanced at the frightened early monks under him, his eyes seemed to be looking at a group of ants, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, and looked up at the entrance to the bottom of the tower that was close at hand, his eyes were full of essence, his face was excited, and his body suddenly turned into a streamer and swept upwards quickly!

Everyone looked nervous, their eyes were fixed on the flying streamer figure and they didn't dare to move away for half a minute, and they didn't notice the slight movement of the Yin Xiu figure sitting cross-legged in the square, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose with a strange arc.

His expression moved slightly, his eyes slowly opened, and he glanced at the direction where Yin Xiu was sitting, and a faint condensation crossed Liang Yi's eyes.

Yin Xiu's figure trembled slightly and suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment, a presumptuous laughter as arrogant as before suddenly resounded throughout the square!

"This Fuling Pagoda, my Yin family has taken it!"