Zhao Ming's face was full of solemnity, and his mind controlled the three-color light, forming a network of light, which exploded towards the black airflow.

The black air flow instantly became irritable from the obedient state, and an unusually violent aura spread out, it seems that it still doesn't want to be refined like this, the violent air flow transforms into a hideous fierce soul, the form of this fierce soul is consistent with the shape of the fierce beast in the sixth layer of space, the fierce soul is formed, and it does not resist, seeing the three-color light shrouded in, a trace of fear flashes in his eyes, and he wants to escape.

How could the light network allow him to escape easily, like a hungry wolf, enveloping the murderous spirit.

"Snort!"

The light network composed of three-color light, when it touched the body of the murderous soul, suddenly made a sneering sound, the body of the murderous soul seemed to be boiling, the body continued to emit black mist, the fierce soul continued to struggle, in the struggle, a thick black mist was also constantly surging to block the erosion of the three-color light.

"Humph!"

Seeing the resistance of the fierce beast, Zhao Ming's eyes also flashed a cold color, and as soon as the handprint changed, the three-color light net suddenly began to slowly shrink, and as the light net continued to shrink, the volume of the murderous soul in it also decreased.

Zhao Ming's heart moved, and a stronger vitality erupted from Yuan Dan, and immediately, the vitality was injected into the three-color light network, with the injection of this energy, the light network became brighter and brighter, and on the other hand, the black murder soul in it was under the erosion of the light network, constantly emitting angry screams, but no matter how he struggled, he still couldn't break through the shackles of the three-color light network.

Although the fierce soul is not simply resisting, but it has not achieved much effect, with the continuous injection of vitality, the fierce spirit's resistance is getting weaker and weaker, although this change is very slow, but it still expressed a message to Zhao Ming, that is, the fierce soul is about to be unbearable, in this process, Zhao Ming vaguely felt that the fierce soul came out of a faint message, making Zhao Ming feel that this black air flow seemed to be begging for mercy.

"Hmph, are you begging for mercy? When you destroyed the meridians of my body, why didn't you see your subordinates showing mercy, if it weren't for the mysterious three-color light in my body, I'm afraid I'd be finished at this moment. ”

"Keep it up!"

Zhao Ming was not shaken by the black airflow's begging for mercy at all, and the pure vitality of his mind controlled the pure vitality to form a stream of vitality and burst into the three-color light network, as more and more vitality was injected, the power of the three-color light network became stronger and stronger, and finally, the fierce beast let out a miserable howl, burst open, and once again turned into a black air flow, wandering in the light network.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ming also breathed a sigh of relief, and the next thing was to slowly refine, and the handprint changed, but the process of refining was very troublesome, and there was no time of four or five days, I am afraid that I couldn't even control the most basic things, let alone refining.

But there are still two days before the Tower of Fantasy opens, if you can't control it, you can't act at all, will it take you fifty years before you can get out?

There is no time to refine the black airflow, so he can only try to fuse it with the other three kinds of light, so that the black airflow can be integrated into the body to the greatest extent, so as not to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, Zhao Ming fused the three-color light with the black airflow, but at the moment of their contact, there was a low sound, Zhao Ming's body trembled suddenly, the pores of the whole body instantly contracted, and cold sweat flowed.

After this failure, Zhao Ming did not give up, because he had no time, he endured the convulsions of his body and kept fusing them.

"Poof!"

With the passage of time, a subtle sound suddenly came out of Zhao Ming's body, and he found that the black air flow in the three-color light net condensed into a drop of dark viscous liquid, at this moment this drop of liquid was warm and peaceful, no longer had the slightest violent breath, and its ontological consciousness completely dissipated, at this moment, Zhao Ming's heart trembled, because he found that in the corner of the three-color light covering the black liquid, a trace of dark black liquid had merged with the nearby three-color light network.

"Have you started to fuse?" Zhao Ming said with a happy face.

At this time, Lin Bo beside him was anxious and panicked. It's the second day.,The Tower of Fantasy space has been opened.,If Engong hasn't recovered today.,Then the Tower of Fantasy space will be closed tomorrow afternoon.,How can this be good.。

When the sky was bright, the space here was covered with dark clouds, and the rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell. The rain changed from small to heavy, and soon turned into a gray patch, and the sound of rain was everywhere, shrouding Zhao Ming and Lin Bo in a mist, looking lonely and desolate.

The rain hit the surrounding rocks, grass and trees, and there was a ticking sound, and raindrops kept passing through the stone cave in the distance, forming a curtain of water, which fell down like pearls and fell on the ground, splashing water particles like pearl chips.

There was wind in the rain, blowing in the rain flowers, with a faint moisture.

Lin Bo's body was drenched by the rain, standing in the rain and looking at the continuous rain sky, in such a cold time, it seemed that only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground was wafting between heaven and earth.

Lin Bo glanced at Zhao Ming, as if he had made up his mind, bowed to Zhao Ming, and then set up his sword, instantly turned into a shock, and rushed straight to the sky, disappearing into the sky after a while.

Today is the day when the Tower of Fantasy space closes, and if he doesn't go out yet, I'm afraid it will be fifty years later.

Outside the Tower of Fantasy space.

"Why hasn't Brother Ming come out yet?" Qiu Shi'er looked at the exit of the Fantasy Tower Space with a worried expression.

"Yes, according to Senior Brother Xiaoming's cultivation, it should come out now. Yi regretted that the chamber also said in an urn voice.

"There are more than 60 people who entered the fantasy tower space this time, and nearly 20 people came out, which is the largest number of people who have come out alive in the past, and it stands to reason that Xiao Ming's cultivation should be fine. Elder Lin frowned, Zhao Ming is a disciple of the sect that the sect is cultivating, there must be no mistakes!

The faces of everyone in the Izumo Sect were very solemn.

"Whoosh!"

Another figure galloped out of the Tower of Illusion space, and then slowly fell.

"Is it Xiao Ming?" Elder Lin muttered.

"Could it be Brother Ming?" Master Qiu's eyes were fixed on the person who came out.

Soon they were disappointed, the person who came out was not Zhao Ming, but this person walked towards them.

This person bowed to Elder Lin and said, "May I ask if you are Elder Lin of the Izumo Sect?"

"That's right, you're it?" Elder Lin asked suspiciously, looking at the person who came.

"Meet Elder Lin Bo in the Xiahua Cloud Sect. ”

"Huayun Sect, are you looking for me? I don't seem to know you. ”

"Zhao Ming, do you know?" The person who came out was none other than Lin Bo, and he was now looking for Elder Lin, because only Elder Lin might be able to help Zhao Ming.

"Do you know Xiao Ming?" Elder Lin stared at Lin Bo.

"Zhao Ming'en Gong once saved his next life, and we have been together for the past few days. ”

"Since you have been together all the time, you have already come out, so why hasn't Senior Brother Xiao Ming come out yet?" Min Luhui looked at Lin Bo and asked suspiciously.

"Because Eun Gong is in trouble. ”

"What's the trouble?" asked several members of the Izumo Sect in unison.

"We found a pagoda in the space of the Fantasy Tower that is extremely suitable for cultivation, with our cultivation, we can't even get through the third layer, but Engong is not affected at all, I don't know how many layers he entered, just when we were cultivating in the tower for eighteen days, the pagoda shook for a while, and finally disappeared. ”

Hearing Lin Bo say this, everyone was shocked.

"All of us fell out of the tower, and after we landed, Engong fell from the upper level of the gray tower, and the body of Engong who fell was severely eroded by the cold, and the whole body was cold, and the specific situation was not very clear to me, I guarded in front of Engong for three days, and in these days, Engong's condition has been getting better, but it is not enough to recover, so the juniors have the courage to ask Elder Lin to extend the days when the space of the Tower of Fantasy is closed!"

"This..."

Elder Lin looked bitter and said, "You don't have to make this big gift, Xiao Ming is a disciple of my Izumo Sect, I will save him, but delaying the closure of the Tower of Fantasy space is not something I can say, and I can't tell you some of these things, but don't worry, I will do my best to extend the closure of the Tower of Illusion space." ”

After speaking, Elder Lin waved his robe, and with a flash, he came to Gu Lingtian's side.

Gu Lingtian saw Elder Lin coming up, and said in confusion: "Why did Elder Lin come up, the matter of this closed space is left to the old man, Elder Lin is not at ease?"

"Sect Master Gu said something, just a reluctant invitation below. ”

"Lin Lao might as well say it directly. ”

"Okay, I won't beat around the bush, Lin wants Sect Master Gu to delay the closing time of the Tower of Illusion space. ”

"What, Elder Lin, aren't you kidding?" Gu Lingtian looked at Elder Lin in surprise and said suspiciously.

Seeing that Elder Lin didn't look like a joke, he immediately said: "You must know that the medium has been open to the Tower of Illusion space for three months, but it has to absorb fifty years of mixed element essence to be able to support it, and extend it backwards by one day, not to mention the physical vitality we have lost, just the mixed element essence that we need is a huge number." ”

"The mixed essence that the medium needs to consume is produced by my Izumo Sect, and I hope that Sect Master Gu can help. Elder Lin said solemnly.

"Why are you doing this?" Gu Lingtian was still puzzled.

"Because there is still one disciple of this sect who has entered the space of the Tower of Illusion and has not come out. Lin Lao said truthfully.

"Is it the disciple who won the first place in this martial arts?"

"Exactly. ”

"Are you sure he's still alive? After all, life and death in the Tower of Fantasy space are unpredictable!"

"Well, I heard that Xiao Ming is still alive, this person has received Xiao Ming's favor, saying that Xiao Ming is in trouble inside, and it will take some time to come out. ”

"This, Lin Lao, you must know that this is not my sole decision, I have to ask the other two. ”

"I know this, I'm bothering Sect Master Gu. ”