Chapter 239: The Marriage Contract

"The first layer of the Atonement Tower can get four hundred and seventy-six third-level demon pills, which can be converted into four thousand five hundred milliliters of treasure liquid composed of Hongmeng Qi. Then the next two layers of the Tower of Atonement will inevitably get more treasures. Of course, only if I survive this Tower of Atonement. But since the beginning of cultivating immortals, I have gone all the way, and I am a second human being, how can I die easily!".

Exhaling slightly, Mu Hao sat in the farthest place from the three iron gates, his eyes slightly closed, and the energy transformed by his Hongmeng Qi flowed in his body like a tide, this long-lost feeling made Mu Hao a little intoxicated. Although it was only a fierce battle for an hour, it seemed easy, but the consumption of physical strength, mana, and mental power was very large, because once there was a slight mistake, it would cost you your life.

Now, what Mu Hao has to do is to adjust his state to the best state in the shortest possible time, and five hours is enough. In the dead silence and closed tower of atonement, Mu Hao is like an old monk sitting in meditation, but he is always vigilant around, especially the three pitch-black iron gates, he is not sure if there are any demon beasts in them.

Behind the dark iron gate, the young man looked at the emaciated back in front of him with some distraction, and struggled to get up, his feet were a little numb because he had remained motionless for a long time. But he didn't know it, and with a shocked look on his face to this day, he retreated down the narrow corridor and returned to the room he had been in before.

"Crunch!" The heavy iron door was pushed open, and the old man sitting on it opened his eyes, looked at the young man who was a little distracted, and said lightly: "Dead?".

"Dead!" said the young man, a little numb.

"With the cultivation of a half-step Yuan Infant as a support for an hour, this peerless qualification, it's a pity!" the old man slowly closed his eyes and said to another law enforcer who was closing his eyes and recuperating: "After a while, the big array will be opened, and you will go and clean up the mess." ”。

"No!" the enforcer stood up, said with a respectful face, and was about to take a step, but the young man suddenly lost his voice and said, "Old Jing, that guy is not dead, but those brute blood lions are all dead!"

In the empty room, the young man's high-decibel exclamation was a little sharp and piercing. Suddenly, the eerie silence in the private room was terrifying, as if it had been quiet in vain after an earthquake. On the altar, the old man stood up suddenly, his eyes also opened suddenly, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a little surprise: "Not dead?"

The young man was a little distracted and said: "Jing Lao, can you imagine the scene of a thin body like him, rushing towards the Brute Blood Lion? He is like a madman, unscrupulous, without any dodge, but takes the initiative to attack, like chopping vegetables to harvest the lives of those Brute Blood Lions, his sword is outrageously accurate, and his footwork is elegant, making people feel like they have seen a ghost." ”。

The more the young man spoke, the more energetic he became, as if he wanted to reconstruct the previous scene. Spitting at the mouth, describing the previous scene, at the moment when his words just fell, the corners of the young man's eyes were still a little shocked, and the corner of his eyes looked quietly, the old man and another law enforcer. And the latter's eyes gradually flashed with shock, and the other law enforcer glanced at the young man with some suspicion, "Wu Qingfeng, are you sure, you are awake now?"

"Add oil and vinegar?" The young man known as Wu Qingfeng raised his sword eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the tone of this law enforcer, and his tone was a little cold, and he asked rhetorically: "Although I, Wu Qingfeng, am usually not serious, how can I deceive Jing Lao in this matter!"

"Alright!" the old man interrupted the two of them, walked to the altar, and hurried towards the corridor, with a little impatience in the corners of his eyes. Looking at the old man who had always been indifferent, there was such a moment of urgency, Wu Qingfeng picked the corners of his mouth, and said a little proudly: "Sun Shuwei, if you see that kid's masterpiece, you won't suspect that my words are exaggerated", as soon as the words fell, Wu Qingfeng also followed closely behind the old man.

For these words, the law enforcers known as Sun Shuwei were a little scoffing. In the dead corridor, several rapid and powerful footsteps gradually rose, and the old man walked like flying, and then the whole person lay tightly on the iron door. Through the hole, I could clearly see the bloody scene, and I also saw Mu Hao, who was cultivating, and secretly smacked his tongue: "This scene was made by this little guy?"

With the old man's eyesight, he could naturally see that these fallen brute blood lions were basically killed with a sword, "To do this in such a short period of time, this guy's swordsmanship is indeed outrageously accurate." There are thousands of magic skills in the world, only fast and not broken, only offensive and not defensive, I didn't expect this kid to have three flavors, good, very good!".

"Interesting little fellow!" the old man stood up, his eyes glowing with a little shock. Sun Shuwei saw the old man get up, and then he also leaned on the iron door, and after witnessing this scene, he turned his head to look at Wu Qingfeng, "Wu Qingfeng, today, it seems that you are the first time, it is rare to be so serious, and you have not fooled people." ”。

Hearing this, the corners of Wu Qingfeng's mouth twitched slightly, and his gaze turned to the old man and said, "Elder Jing, you said that with this guy's strength, can he survive six hours in the second layer of the Tower of Atonement?"

"It's hard to say, after all, the strength of the second-layer demon beasts is by no means comparable to the first-layer demon beasts. The old man said without thinking, and then added again: "But with his performance in the first layer, as long as he doesn't fight head-on, but chooses to dodge, there may be a little chance!" Speaking of this, the old man's face flashed with anticipation: "For more than a few years, there are few people who have supported the second layer of the Tower of Atonement for six hours, so as to ascend to the third layer, maybe this kid will break this dead end." ”。

"It's really a good show that people are looking forward to!" Wu Qingfeng also said softly with some expectation.

"Go up to the second floor, this time I'm going to see this kid in action!" the old man flicked his sleeves and walked to the end of the corridor. Wu Qingfeng and Sun Shuwei followed closely behind, with a few traces of expectation on their faces. In this dark tower of atonement, Mu Hao's appearance seemed to make their boring life a little interesting.

As if to watch a feast for the eyes, the three of them stood in the corridor on the second floor, which was not an iron door like the first, but a skylight. Through the skylight, the three of them could see all corners of the second layer, and at this moment, the dead silence of the second layer was terrifying, like the eve of a storm, and under the oppressive calm, a violent storm was brewing.

Sitting quietly on the ground in the first floor, Mu Hao's dark eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing seemed to be extremely even.

"Tick-tock!" Blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell on the pools of blood, splashing pools of blood. In an enclosed space, the extraordinary silence can always make ordinary people irritable and even a little crazy. Mu Hao, on the other hand, enjoyed the silence here, and his mood was not only not irritable, but like a peaceful dead lake.

The energy transformed by Hongmeng's qi was integrated into all corners of the body, relieving the fatigue left over from the previous fierce battle. Mu Hao's mind was slightly condensed, quietly controlling the operation of the Eight Scenes Picture Recording Skill, and at the same time comprehending the amazing sword killing and swordsmanship. Every sword rippled in Mu Hao's heart, like a movie replay, Mu Hao was completely immersed in it, as if he was in a sea of clouds, and sometimes saw a touch, a sword waved away the amazing sword light of thousands of clouds.

In the vast sea of clouds, the abrupt mountain peaks are like a lonely boat. The glazed sunlight rendered a halo of light, enveloping the top of the cloud peak. Shi Qinghan is standing on the rugged mountain rocks, with a different temperament of posthumous and independent, under the picturesque willow eyebrows, there are clear and cold eyes like ice and snow.

Shi Shuo stood in front of him, a tall and straight figure, standing in the clouds like a god, and his voice rose in the misty clouds: "Although you didn't take him out of the Tower of Atonement, at least you didn't disappoint me, otherwise you would have told me in such a hurry that he had entered the Tower of Atonement!" Then he turned around slowly, Shi Shuo looked at Shi Qinghan's clear eyes, and chuckled: "Although you are very indifferent and cold on the surface, you actually still care about him in your heart, don't you?"

Shi Qinghan looked at Shi Shuo's eyes without hesitation, his willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said softly: "If you don't go to the Tower of Atonement now, maybe he will die in the Tower of Atonement." He, Shi Qinghan never mentioned Mu Hao's name, as if he didn't want to mention it. The cold voice echoed, making the wind seem colder.

Shi Shuo's sharp eagle eyes stared at Shi Qinghan for a while, but he smiled: "Are you so sure that he will die in the Tower of Atonement?" Qinghan, you said that he and you are two completely different worlds, and it will be unfortunate for the father to tie you to his fate. But have you ever thought that you and he have been in the same world since the beginning, and they were, were, and will be!".

"Young eagles need countless flapping of their wings to spread their wings and soar in the wind. He is just waiting now, and one day, he will spread his wings and soar to 90,000 miles. ”。

Shi Qinghan stared at Shi Shuo's cold face, and she could feel the expectation and trust in Mu Hao in these words. Looking at Shi Shuo, who looked indifferent, Shi Qinghan's willow eyebrows frowned deeper, "But I have never heard of how a young eagle that has lost its wings can overcome the storm and soar above the nine heavens." ”。

Listening to the words that competed with him, Shi Shuo saw the stubbornness in Shi Qinghan's eyes, this girl's surname is still so stubborn, "Then how about we make an agreement? If he can overcome this storm unharmed and walk out of the Tower of Atonement, you will marry him, if he dies in the Tower of Atonement, this marriage will be canceled, how about it?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and Shi Qinghan's indifferent pretty face rarely showed a suspicious look, and he glanced at Shi Shuo up and down: "This is not like your temperament in the past, which would make him take such a big risk." ”。

"If you refuse to prune a sapling because you pity it, the sapling will never grow into fruit!" Shi Shuo said softly.

Hearing this, Shi Qinghan was a little silent, she knew that some choices would affect her lifelong fate, no matter how she looked at the situation in front of her, Mu Hao would not have a chance to get out of the Tower of Atonement. She knew that Mu Hao had just formed a primordial god in advance, giving people the illusion that he was in the realm of a half-step god, and his actual strength was just a half-step primordial infant.

As we all know, if you don't have the strength of the Transformation Stage, how can you get out of the Tower of Atonement, let alone just a low-level monk with the strength of a half-step Yuanying. But a habit developed all year round, Shi Qinghan always takes any details into account when making an important decision.

Shi Shuo looked at Shi Qinghan with a smile, and did not break her silence, "Has it been decided?" The cold mountain wind seemed to drain the air between the two, and even the misty clouds stopped churning.

After half a ring, Shi Qinghan said lightly: "Then make this agreement, but I still advise you to take him out of the Tower of Atonement." There is nothing more fragile in this world than life, and if something happens to him, I'm sure you'll feel guilty for the rest of your life, my lord. As soon as the words fell, Shi Qinghan turned around quickly, taking lotus steps, as if walking towards a fairy in the clouds. Immediately, the fluttering white dress and flying green silk soon disappeared at the end of the mountain road.