Chapter 288: The first floor of the palace tower

"It's Lu Bu, the leader of the Shaking Light Pavilion, the leader of Lu Bu is one hundred and four, could it be that he came to attack the top hundred of the palace pavilion this time?" Lu Bu's appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention. In the crowd, the scholar frowned slightly and looked at Lu Bu's back: "It's really a little tricky?" Liu Yan's beautiful eyes also looked at Lu Bu, "Do you have a conflict with this Lu Bu?"

"Naturally, there is a conflict, but today, the leader is in the Red Void Palace, personally picked his right-hand man, and squeezed tens of thousands of contribution points. The scholar chuckled and said with a little regret: "It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time, otherwise how could I miss such an opportunity." ”。

"Tens of thousands of contribution points?" Hearing this, Liu Yan's expression was obviously stunned, and at this moment she finally realized why Mu Hao had so many contribution points in her hands. A look of surprise appeared in the corners of his eyes: "What is the strength of those two disciples?"

"The fifth layer of the god and the sixth layer of the god. The scholar smiled and narrowed his eyes, and the corner of his eye swept over the disciples on the side: "If it weren't for the limited contribution points in my hands, how could I give up the rest of the bets to these people." ”。

The palace tower fell silent again, sometimes oozing with a depressing aura. Mu Hao only felt that there was endless darkness in front of him, and bursts of oppression were surging in all directions. This oppression was enough to stop the disciples below the Transformation God Realm, but Mu Hao walked forward leisurely.

"Click!" There was a cracking sound from time to time, like stepping on some weathered skeleton, and there was a kind of creepy coldness. Mu Hao didn't know how far he had walked, until the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, and a faint blood light appeared. Scarlet blood light filled Mu Hao's sight, this was a miserable battlefield.

Breaking the halberd and sinking into the sand, Mu Hao raised his eyes and looked, this was originally a piece of yellow sand, but the scarlet splashed blood stained this place with a piece of blood red. Countless corpses with severed hands and feet, as well as the corpses of demon beasts, lay around. Mu Hao looked down and saw that he was standing on top of a corpse that had lost its head and blood was flowing from its neck.

If ordinary people suddenly find themselves in such an environment, they will definitely be frightened, or they will lose their cool and fall into fear and madness. However, for Mu Hao, the scarlet scene here made this place extraordinarily calm.

Mu Hao's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked around calmly.

"This is the Palace Tower?" Mu Hao muttered softly. The smell of blood in the air was extremely choking, coupled with the shocking and tragic scene in front of him. If Mu Hao hadn't heard it before, the scholar would have been deceived by his sense of sight and smell, and the scene in front of him was not a real existence, but an illusion. The mystical formations are interlocked together, forming an illusion, but it also gives people an incomparable sense of reality.

"Illusion!" Mu Hao squatted down, his hands gently gripping the cold corpse and the scarlet blood. Whether it is the touch from the corpse or the temperature of the blood, it is impossible to question whether all this in front of them is fake, "It's really a fantasy that is extremely realistic." ”。

"It's like a holographic virtual scene from a previous life, but it's obviously more realistic. Sight, smell, hearing, and touch are all convincing. Mu Hao muttered softly, looking down at himself, still dressed in white, but Mu Hao didn't notice that the Shetian Ancient Sword behind him had disappeared, and even the storage bracelet on his wrist had disappeared. However, there is a red void palace card tied around his waist, according to the old man before, if he can't bear this palace tower, as long as he enters the mana into the palace card, he can get out of the palace tower.

"I'm not here as an entity. Mu Hao whispered, closing his eyes slightly, his heart moved, and the mana instantly surged out, flowing in his body, "However, the cultivation is still the fourth layer of the Yuanying, and even the degree of mana condensation has not changed at all, this is amazing!"

"What do I exist in this illusion?" Mu Hao pondered secretly, the moment his mind was slightly condensed, he could still see the number of his contribution points, as well as the magic skills he mastered, "It's terrible, to be able to use the formation to such an extreme, and even produce an illusion." The predecessors who arranged the palace tower at the beginning were too powerful. Mu Hao exhaled slightly, his eyes opened suddenly, got up, and looked towards the end of the yellow sand. The whole yellow sand suddenly shook violently, and blood splashed along with the sand.

"Bang!" like a roar of thousands of thunderclaps echoing, suddenly resounded, accompanied by the sound of horns that soared into the sky. Mu Hao raised his eyes and saw that at the end of the yellow sand, one after another iron horses shrouded in a blood-colored light curtain galloped out, extremely fierce, dragging the snowy giant knife, and the horses under the crotch swept straight like lightning.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The monstrous killing sound came like a tide, Mu Hao looked directly at the thousands of troops and horses galloping in front of him, and in an instant he sensed tens of thousands of terrifying breaths and locked them on his body.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The low roar was like the sound of the horn getting stronger and stronger, and several horses rushing to the front rushed towards Mu Hao like lightning, and its snow-bright giant knife dragged the terrible wind and swept directly towards Mu Hao. The blood flowing on the tip of the knife directly splashed Mu Hao's body.

"Sonorous!" Mu Hao instantly took out his sword, like Changhong's sword light soared into the sky, his body swept forward like thunder and lightning, and the blade shot up along the giant knife, instantly piercing the soldier's neck, and the soldier immediately flew upside down, and the blood wave spurted several meters high.

Quickly retracting his sword, Mu Hao dragged the remnants of the Dao, did not retreat but advanced, and took the initiative to meet these rampaging iron horses, like a bamboo, like a sharp blade, fiercely inserted into this army. The cold blade dragged the scarlet blood light, and the dark sword shadow spread out. All the soldiers who appeared in front of Mu Hao's sword blade, none of them were spared the fierce sword qi, cut off the waist, the blood rained, and the two pieces of the body were thrown out several meters fiercely, Mu Hao was like a bloody killing god, the more he killed, the more brave he became.

"Sure enough, it's an illusion, these are not lifeforms, even if you kill these generals, you won't have any contribution points. Mu Hao wandered around, squinting his eyes slightly, thinking calmly, but Mu Hao noticed that his footwork and sword skills proficiency had improved.

And under the oppression of these iron horses, Mu Hao can be said to have done his best, whether it is foot skills or swordsmanship, it is faster than usual, "According to the scholar, this should be the challenge of the palace tower." The more creatures I kill, the more points I earn. ”。

However, feeling that he was becoming more and more proficient in footwork, the corners of Mu Hao's mouth provoked a smile. In the Tower of Atonement, Mu Hao used demon beasts to hone his footwork, but compared to the Tower of Atonement, the scene in front of him is more suitable for honing footwork, and even practicing swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Mu Hao immediately gathered his mind and threw himself into the battle, his emaciated figure wandering in the army like a breeze, sometimes like a warm spring breeze, sometimes sweeping everything like a hurricane. Mu Hao rushed into the army, as if he was a fish in water.

Mu Hao was completely immersed in the killing, and it was not until he rushed into the depths of the army, and countless snow-bright sword lights crisscrossed him, that Mu Hao felt a trace of oppression, and he lost his previous elegance when he walked. There were even several knives on both arms, and the pain was so hot that it reached the nerves. It's not just the illusion that is so realistic, even the pain is so realistic.

Mu Hao fought fiercely for a few moments, and the whole person completely turned into a bloody person, until the end, there was a slight stagnation in his movements. In an instant, the raised giant knife swept over, directly cutting off Mu Hao's waist, and the pain swept like a tide. Mu Hao lowered his eyes slightly, watching his body separate, and the intestines and stomachs that were sprinkled all over the ground were extremely eye-catching.

"Dead?" Mu Hao quietly looked at the scene in front of him, even if his body was separated, he seemed to have his own thoughts, witnessing the iron hooves of the war horse crushing his body and head, this kind of horror made people's hearts feel cold. Even Mu Hao, who was accustomed to blood in the past, felt a little sick to his stomach, until in the end, Mu Hao only felt that a white light flickered, and he stood in the battlefield intact again, and the army in the distance rampaged again.

It was an endless battle, and Mu Haowei held his long sword and rushed into the army again. In the dazzling sword shadow in the sky, Mu Hao's emaciated figure was like a lonely boat in the angry ocean, ready to be destroyed at any time. Even if his footwork is used to the extreme, he can't avoid it, the ubiquitous giant knife. Mu Hao once again witnessed the scene of the giant knife separating his body, and the blood rose to the sky like a pillar, and thousands of horses crushed it, turning into flesh and mud.

This terrifying scene, and the pain it brings, is enough to make people crazy, but Mu Hao finds that he doesn't seem to have any fear, but is a little accustomed to it.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that you have to enjoy death countless times, and even enjoy the pain that death brings, the kind of pain that is more unforgettable than heartbreaking. This is definitely a major shock to a person's spirit, and can even turn a person into a madman.

After dying dozens of times in succession, Mu Hao knew why the old man told himself that if he couldn't support it, he would go out. This palace tower is simply not a place that ordinary people can bear. However, Mu Hao enjoyed it, enjoying the fear and pain of death here.

The killing continued, and Mu Hao had quietly watched his body, which had been cut to pieces by hundreds of knives, and had also witnessed being trampled to pieces by war horses. There were even times when Mu Hao's legs were cut off, and Mu Hao could only look down at his chest, and then plunged the long sword into his heart without any hesitation. Experiencing the baptism of killing, and then the constant death, this is the horror of the palace tower.

The taste of death is unforgettable, and countless palace leaders who have entered the palace tower cannot withstand this psychological and spiritual destruction and become madmen. The palace tower has several floors, the first layer is said to be the only one to block a thousand armies, thousands of killing iron horsemen who have experienced slaughter to hell, crushing everything.

The terrifying shadow of the sword appeared like a tide, densely packed, and filled every corner of the heavens and the earth. A white-clothed figure floated in the shadow of the knife like a breeze, and the scarlet blood pillars that were set off from time to time were dazzling.

Jian Mei crossed slightly, Mu Hao didn't know how long he had been in this palace tower, and he didn't remember how many times he had died. The terrifying giant knife, the moment it swept over, Mu Hao's mind appeared, countless ways to dodge, and he stepped on it like a leisurely stroll. In the most palpitating way, he narrowly avoided this giant knife, and the long sword in his hand splashed with a brilliant sword rainbow, shooting out like a swimming dragon.

"Poof!" The war horse at the forefront was immediately overturned, and Mu Hao drew his sword and habitually rushed into the army. Mu Hao didn't know how many iron horses there were here, and these iron horses were like a torrent, and they couldn't be killed.

Under the oppression of these iron horses, Mu Hao's proficiency in both footwork and sword skills is soaring wildly, especially the fourteenth style of killing the sword and the heavenly thunder flash footwork, Mu Hao's gestures have a natural charm.