But she also saw that the opportunity in Xietian Tower was not suitable for her.

"Sorry, I have to move on. This is what Senior Sword Master meant."

Mo Dongyao responded calmly.

The broken sword of the ancient god in her hand emitted a layer of hazy light green sword light, guarding her whole body.

"All right."

Zhao Feng did not force it.

After the little sword master gave up his body and soul and transformed into a soul sword and fused it with the ancient artifact, his realm and swordsmanship reached an incredible height.

Ta-ta-ta-ta

In the Xietian Tower, only Zhao Feng and the other three were left, advancing slowly.

During this process.

The purple blood mark between Nangong Sheng's eyebrows and the bright red glaze flashed frequently; his hair completely turned into purple blood color, distinguishing it from Zhao Feng's dreamy purple.

Buzz

Nangong Sheng's body surface glowed with a layer of purple blood and silver, and the power inside his body was restless, with a look of eagerness and excitement on his face.

Among the three, Nangong Sheng walked in the front.

Because, the evil and terrifying "divine" power aura in the Evil Sky Tower did not have much suppressive effect on him.

On the seventh floor.

"Nangong Sheng, stop first."

A cold voice came from behind, coming from the purple-haired boy with golden lines floating all over his body.

"Zhao Feng..."

The excitement on Nangong Sheng's face suddenly cooled down a bit, and he felt a chill that pierced his soul.

at this time.

The left eye of the purple-haired boy was like a blue pool of cold water, and the cold power of ice penetrated and frozen Nangong Sheng's heart and soul.

"How is it possible that he can still use blood eyes in the Evil Sky Tower?"

Mo Dongyao couldn't believe it.

Under the pressure of the power of the Evil Sky Pagoda, it was impossible for her sword will to leave her body.

Many other forces are even more difficult to mobilize.

However, in this case, this young man can still open his blood eyes.

Under the gaze of Zhao Feng Bloodline's left eye, Nangong Sheng's body and mind trembled, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

call

Nangong Sheng took a long breath, sweating profusely, and immediately sat cross-legged, concentrating and meditating.

"Zhao Feng, thank you just now..."

Nangong Sheng's expression was complicated, with a hint of gratitude.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's bloodline left pupil opened, his purple hair danced wildly, and he exuded an aura of the ancient era, where gods and demons were transformed.

That aura, not even the aura of divine power remaining in the Xietian Tower, could not be suppressed, and they did not even dare to get too close.

"Eternity was shattered, the ancient gods died, and turned into billions of dust..."

Faintly, there seemed to be an empty and desolate sigh that resounded in Zhao Feng's mind.

pounding

At that moment, Zhao Feng's divine eyes were beating frequently, and the evil and terrifying aura around him was faintly trembling and uneasy.

At the same moment.

On the highest floor of the Evil Sky Tower, a twisted and transparent purple-blooded figure lost his voice in shock: "What does the blood pupil of the ancient god's breath have to do with the eight divine eyes?"

for a while.

The ghastly and terrifying pressure within the entire Xietian Tower has been reduced sharply.

The seventh floor.

Nangong Sheng's eyes gradually became clearer, his face became calm, and he nodded solemnly.

"Set off."

The three of them still went together to go deeper into the higher levels of the Evil Sky Tower.

Dazzling.

Two days have passed.

After walking no matter how many floors, Zhao Feng and the others finally reached the top.

The top floor of Xie Tian Tower was completely empty, with only a black futon visible to the naked eye and no one around.

The pressure of the divine power on this top level has reached an extreme level.

Zhao Feng's body felt stiff and heavy, almost unable to move, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

fine.

His divine eye is the only restricted area that is not affected by suppression.

"careful"

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, sensing a huge spiritual body. Even his own divine eyes were immune to the soul level, and he felt a bit cold and uneasy.

Immediately.

His bloodline left eye began to penetrate and search, but his senses were cut off by the remaining power of the evil god.

Ta-ta

The purple blood mark between Nangong Sheng's eyebrows started to beat with a burning sensation, and an extremely intense and cordial call drove him step by step towards the black futon in the middle of the top floor.

Zhao Feng activated his bloodline secret technique and tried to stop it, but was blocked by the remaining power of the evil god.

He and Mo Dongyao watched helplessly as Nangong Sheng walked to the black futon and sat on it like the masters here.

Boom~

The moment Nangong Sheng sat on the futon, the remaining power of the god in the entire Xie Tian Tower shook with a bang, and there was a sense of crisis that the space was collapsing.
Chapter completed!