Chapter 211: Tower of Babel (6)

The Dream Glass Sword slashed a purple light and slashed straight towards the forbidden aura.

The forbidden aura flashed violently, and it was easily slashed by the Dream Glass Sword, but it was intact after the sword passed, as if it had not been attacked at all. The attack of the Dream Glass Sword was skillfully unloaded.

Zhao Di shook his head helplessly, the prohibition here is really a mysterious anomaly, and it cannot be broken by brute force. In terms of attack power alone, the Dream Glass Sword combined with the slash of the Mixed Yuan Divine Light was Zhao Di's most powerful attack method. If the monk of the Yudan period were to receive such a blow head-on, even if he was protected by a defensive magic weapon, he would probably be more than lucky

Since he couldn't get a few more treasures, he didn't waste any more time and prepared to enter the adventure of the fifth layer of difficulty

Feng Qingyun had already informed him of the general test content of the first four layers, but he didn't know anything about the situation after the fifth layer.

In the past 10,000 years, there have been very few monks who have entered the fifth layer, and this valuable information will naturally not be spread too widely, even the great elders of the Thousand Machine Sect have no way of knowing.

Zhao Di sacrificed the dream glass sword in front of him, wrapped in a layer of purple qi, and then his body shook and entered an arch.

At this time, Zhao Di was in a stone cave of hundreds of zhang in size. The light in the cave is dim, and the top of the cave hangs down with sharp stone milk ranging in size from several feet to several zhang. There are a few yellow-green phosphorus fires burning in all directions, and occasionally a gust of wind blows, these phosphorus fires will flicker brighter and darker, and even faintly hear some ghosts crying, which makes the situation in the stone cave even more weird.

"Hey, the yin and underworld qi here is extremely heavy, but it is a very suitable place for our sisters to practice" Youlan and Youruo came out, and immediately felt the rich yin qi around them.

Zhao Di took out a fist-sized moonstone and wanted to illuminate the entire stone cave, but the light of the moonstone actually weakened rapidly after taking it out, and it completely lost its light after a while.

"There should be a Nether Array here, except for the ghost fire and yin fire, other lights can't last here for a long time. Youruo looked at the dim moonstone floating in front of Zhao Di, and analyzed with a frown.

Zhao Di took off the black gauze hat and put it in the storage bracelet with the moonstone, and slowly looked for a way out in the stone cave with the faint light of the phosphorus fire.

His divine sense was still extremely limited, and he could only go to a few tens of zhang away.

There are two or three passages connecting this small stone cave, and it is impossible to see where it leads. Zhao Di chose one of them and leaned forward.

At this time, in the difficulty of the fourth layer, Xiao Yihan, the last middle-aged monk who broke through the level, was "standing" in a muddy wetland, and all the parts below his waist were stuck in the quagmire. And he was too exhausted to climb out of this quagmire. Although the exit was only a few miles away, he had even seen the brilliant light ladder leading to the fifth floor, but at this time, the time of twelve hours had been exhausted, and the Heavenly Order in his hand stimulated a faint white light, and after a while, the white glow flashed, and Xiao Yihan, who was unwilling, disappeared here.

The next moment, Xiao Yihan appeared in the sky over a certain sea area hundreds of miles away from the Tower of Babel, he flew for a while, came to the vicinity of the Tower of Babel, and was greatly surprised to see the seven-story golden pagoda that was still spinning.

"The Tower of Babel has not disappeared, which means that there are still monks in the tower, and I have almost exhausted all the time before finally coming out of the first four floors, and the people in the tower are breaking through the difficulties of the fifth layer? Is it really illusory, this person really has the magical powers as the legend? He is also a monk who has been famous for many years, and I have such a big gap with him?" Xiao Yihan, who has always regarded himself very highly, muttered to himself. He looked at the Tower of Babel in a daze, and then left with a long sigh.

In the difficulty of the fifth layer of the Tower of Babel, a monster with a middle-aged man, demented eyes, but with a lion beast demon body, covered with golden lion hair, and a body length of more than three zhang jumped up in the air, and swung a claw vigorously towards a handsome young man under him from a distance of more than ten zhang.

A huge claw-sized shadow appeared in front of the young man and grabbed at his body fiercely.

The young man's figure flickered, flashing one after another afterimages, changing into exactly the same teenager, unable to distinguish which one was true and which was false

Claw Shadow grabbed one of the teenagers hard, and the "teenager" immediately transformed into a little spiritual light and returned to the other "teenagers".

"If you are an eighth-level demon beast that has transformed into a shape, this son will naturally avoid your edge, but it is only a half-transformed demon beast, although it is much more powerful than a seventh-level demon beast, but it is far inferior to a real eighth-level demon beast, how can this son be afraid of you"

Several "teenagers" spoke exactly the same words at the same time, and their expressions and movements were exactly the same, and there was no difference at all. As soon as the words fell, two figures flickered, and two young monks, a man and a woman, appeared beside the young man, but these two people looked dull, their faces were like ashes, and they did not look like living people. Looking at the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the two of them, they were all at the level of the early stage of the Yudan.

The figures of the two teenagers suddenly burrowed into the bodies of these two people, and the expressions of the two suddenly changed, and their eyes showed a fierce look. The man held a banner painted with a white dragon, and the woman held a sharp cone that shone with a slight arc of lightning, and the two launched a fierce attack, attacking the human-faced lion-like monster. At the same time, the "boys" also took out a brilliant half-moon-shaped blade plate and slashed towards the monster one after another.

At the same time, Zhao Di is in a stone cave, commanding a puppet and a dream glass sword, fighting a tiger-headed demon that is more than three feet in size.

A puppet holding a golden long knife in his hand, waving the high-grade spirit tool in his hand, waved at the evil ghost, and under the flash of golden light, a golden light blade with a length of a foot slashed at the evil ghost.

The demon did not dodge, allowing the light blade to easily pierce his gray-black body. However, there was no blood flowing out of its wounds, but a large amount of gray-black yin qi came out and condensed and formed here again, and its body instantly returned to its original state.

This evil ghost is formed by the condensation of yin qi, and is not afraid of physical attacks such as knife cutting and sword slashing, and the yin qi in this place is extremely heavy, even if it is injured, the evil ghost can quickly replenish a large amount of yin qi and restore the body.

The demon roared, opened its mouth wide, and despite the puppet's attack, it rushed straight towards Zhao Di, wanting to swallow Zhao Di into his stomach. The demons in mid-air also waved their claws from time to time, and one after another gray and black claw shadows attacked Zhao Di.

Zhao Di manipulated the Dream Glass Sword to slash at the claw shadow, and a purple sword light flashed out, after the gray and black claw shadow was hit by the purple light, it instantly collapsed into a faint yin qi, and the Dream Glass Sword did not change its direction, wrapped in a layer of mixed yuan divine light, and faced the evil ghost that rushed in the air.

The evil ghost's spiritual intelligence was extremely low, and he didn't know the power of the purple sword at all, so he continued to bite at Zhao Di himself without paying attention to it.

In mid-air, the purple sword easily split the evil ghost into two, and the latter was about to call on the yin qi in his body to recondense and restore his body, but found that a faint layer of aura at the wound made the yin qi so frightened that it could not be dispersed and fused for a while. At the same time, Zhao Di's puppets also hit the two halves of the demon's body one after another, and for a while, the demon's body was full of holes, and it was difficult to recover.

There was a soft sound of "pop", and under the slash of the Dream Glass Sword, the evil ghost's yin qi dissipated, turning into a green transparent spar the size of a walnut, and falling to the ground.

"There's another soul crystal," you exclaimed with joy.

Zhao Di pointed his hand towards the green spar, and the latter flew into his hand on its own, and after a little inspection, it was put into the storage bracelet.

This was already the fourth soul crystal he had harvested in the large and small stone caves on the fifth layer.

This kind of evil ghost, the monks of the ghost sect have a special name for it, called the curse spirit, which is made of the soul, flesh and blood of a demon beast or a human monk who has cultivated at least the level above in the Dan period, flesh and blood, and some auxiliary materials, and uses spells to hold the body, and in a special way, it is sacrificed. After that, the spell spirit must also cultivate for a period of time in a place where the yin qi is extremely heavy, so that it can give birth to something like a soul crystal, and gather yin qi with the help of the soul crystal to condense the body. The soul crystal in its body is the core of the spell spirit, which is equivalent to the inner pill of the demon beast.

This kind of soul crystal is also a treasure that is very useful for ghost cultivation, because the spell spirit can only perform its skills in places where the yin qi is extremely heavy, and the spell spirit itself cannot recognize the master and cannot be manipulated by the monk, so the use of the spell spirit itself is not large, and the ghost monk has spent a lot of time to refine the spell spirit, most of which are to obtain the soul crystal. The soul crystal contains sufficient soul power, which is necessary for the monks of the Ghost Gate to perform certain spells and secret arts, and it is also one of the necessary raw materials for making certain dark treasures.

Along the way, Zhao Di has encountered several spell spirits, although they are all at the level of the early stage of the Dan, but because the yin qi here is extremely heavy, the strength of these spell spirits has increased greatly, and they almost ignore the attacks of swords, so it is not easy to deal with. However, the Dream Glass Sword in Zhao Di's hand is made of the best Buddhist Seven Treasures, which naturally contains powerful Buddha power, and is the most restrained by evil things such as yin ghosts. Even if Zhao Di didn't know how to use it, the purple sword light inspired by this dream glass sword was still the nemesis of the spell spirit.

The spell spirit that was hit by Zhao Di's sword light was difficult to recover for a while, and Zhao Di was able to take advantage of this gap and use the puppet to attack, just like the scene just now, to defeat and disperse the yin qi of the spell spirit's body, and the spell spirit also lost its vitality, leaving only a soul crystal.

Zhao Di had been wandering for several hours in this gloomy fifth-layer difficulty, and had traveled for dozens of miles through the passages and stone caves, but he still hadn't found an exit.

He felt that the yin qi around him was getting heavier and heavier, and he actually needed to keep using his sword light to cleave one path after another before he could continue to move forward.

"Well, finally someone has come here and the deity hasn't tasted fresh flesh and blood for many years. Two deep voices rang out, saying exactly the same words.

"Spell Spirit King" Zhao Di was shocked, it was rumored that only the Spell Spirit King, who was equivalent to a Yuan Infant Stage monk, could have a high level of spiritual intelligence and be able to speak

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