Song Yunge looked at it carefully again.

This peak is full of vitality, with dense green plants and lush forests, and even the trees are old and ancient, and have experienced the vicissitudes of time.

This is no longer a new mountain.

"Don't believe it?" Meng Yufang sneered.

Song Yunge said: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it."

"This peak is the White Jade Tower. If it is so easy to find, I wouldn't have spent so much time!" Meng Yufang snorted: "Can you get in? If you can't get in, then you're useless."

Song Yunge said: "Miss Meng, if I can let you in, I will be useless and I will be killed by you."

"If I could go in, maybe I would be in a good mood and I would spare you."

"Ha ha……"

"Another way, don't blame me for being so hard-working, I went to kill your little lover!" Meng Yufang said coldly: "I will do what I say!"

Song Yunge sighed, "Okay, I can only give it a try!"

He felt that it was most likely that Wu Youxue would open the White Jade Tower, and it was almost impossible for them to practice the Blood Demon Heaven-Swallowing Art.

"So that, Miss Meng, you hurt me hard like you did last time. Try to see if I can get in."

"That's the point!"

The two floated to the top of the mountain.

Meng Yufang pressed his palm on his chest and instantly drew blood and energy.

He felt his blood and energy leak out like a flood.

This time he didn't resist, and felt the changes carefully, trying to find a hint of inspiration from it to see what her mother's formula was.

After a moment, he was so weak that he couldn't lift his fingers and whispered: "It's OK!"

"Bang!" Meng Yufang spitted his palms, and he flew out of the sky and fell heavily to the ground, and the ground seemed to tremble.

But other than that, nothing has changed.

Song Yunge frowned and looked around, feeling the ground. This peak seemed to be a real mountain peak, and there was nothing else.

He looked up at Meng Yufang and said with difficulty: "Miss Meng, are you playing with me?"

Meng Yufang chuckled.

A smile like a flower, making people dizzy.

Song Yunge frowned and looked at her: "Miss Meng, is it the White Jade Tower here?!"

"Yes!" Meng Yufang said lightly.

Her ambiguous expression made Song Yunge unpredictable.

Song Yunge sighed: "Then the previous method can't be used again."

"Then you think about what else can you do." Meng Yufang said: "Otherwise, you will really die!"

She spread her jade hands and then held them up: "It's easy to kill you now!"

Song Yunge's thinking changed rapidly.

If it is really the White Jade Tower, then I should have a slight sense of it, why not?

Is it because of the Blood Demon Swallowing Heavenly Art? Because she practiced the Mother’s Art and the Son’s Art, she couldn’t sense the White Jade’s Art?

Or is it not because of the Blood Demon Heaven-Swallowing Art?

After a moment of thinking, he quickly rejected the Blood Demon Swallowing Heavenly Art and sensed the White Jade Tongtian Tower. If this were the case, the White Jade Tongtian Tower would have been destroyed long ago.

"Bang!" Meng Yufang beat him away with a palm again, spewing out a long blood arrow, as if a rainbow was passing through the sky.

Song Yunge's internal organs rolled, and fell to the ground with unbearable pain, and his face suddenly turned pale as paper.

"Not yet?" Meng Yufang frowned and knocked Song Yunge away with another palm.

Song Yunge blew blood in the air and landed heavily, his whole body felt as if it had fallen out of his body.

Every inch of the bone seemed to be broken, and the muscles on the face were squeezed together and collapsed into a ball.

"It's so ugly!" Meng Yufang shook her head and then her palm.

Song Yunge is extremely weak now, so I will ask for it.

The Demon Eye and the Thunder Moon God Sword were ready to move in the air, and they were almost unable to help it. They really couldn't do it and could only fight.

It seems that if you can't open the White Jade Tower, you will be beaten to death by her. The Blood Demon Swallowing Heaven Sword was restrained by her mother's Sword, and the power of resurrection was blocked.

"I don't believe it anymore!" Meng Yufang snorted and hit Song Yunge with another palm.

"puff!"

"Bang!"

"puff!"

"Bang!"

...

Blood arrows were spurted out and then fell heavily to the ground. Song Yunge felt that he had reached his limit and was extremely weak.

Maybe only one breath is left.

"Huh!?" He was suddenly surprised.

A black hole suddenly appeared on the ground and fell down involuntarily, just like the previous situation.

This time, Meng Yufang was prepared for a long time, turned into a red shadow and pulled him down, and fell down with him.

Song Yunge felt that he was falling into darkness again, just like before, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed it lazily.

The strange power slowly penetrated into his body and restored his weakness.

He didn't know the passage of time and recovered little by little, and his eyes gradually became clear. He saw the outline of the Baiyu Tongtian Tower and the statues on the tower body.

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized that the statues on these towers were not the same as those he had seen before.

His eyes widened.

This is too unexpected. Is there more than just a white jade tower in the world?!

He looked up and saw Meng Yufang floating in the air, like a red cloud, and said loudly: "Miss Meng?"

Meng Yufang said coldly: "Shut up!"

The tower is tall, but the inside is empty, and the sound echoes endlessly. Song Yunge's shouting sounds like thunder.

Song Yunge smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

"It's very good." Meng Yufang snorted: "Shut up!"

She stared at the statue on the tower body intently, but the paintings were the same person, a man in a wide robe.

This man is mediocre, tall and slender, and has slender palms. He is a good swordsman.

He made one move after another, and the movements were very simple, and he could not see any mysterious things.

Song Yunge breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

This time it was finally a man, no longer a woman.

That means that this is a practice that men practice, not women practice.

He came to Meng Yufang lightly and chuckled, "Miss Meng, this is the mental method I should practice, and it is useless if you practice it."

Meng Yufang turned her head and glanced at him. The cold light in her eyes seemed to be the essence, which was an extremely clear murderous intent.

Song Yunge knew that this time she would completely kill herself.

"Oh..." Song Yunge sighed: "Miss Meng no longer thinks about my proposal? Don't start over?"

"Shut up!" Meng Yufang stared at the statue on the tower, not even looking at him.

Song Yunge said: "Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Since you have to kill yourself, you don’t have to show mercy.

Meng Yufang chuckled and shook her head.

He had been beaten to death by himself, his mouth was so hard and his tone was so big, which was ridiculous.

As soon as her thought arose, she felt a pain in her back, and then darkness surged in front of her eyes, and she wanted to swallow herself like a tide.

She barely gritted her teeth and kept awake, turned her head to look.

Song Yunge was looking at her with a smile.

"You--!" Meng Yufang didn't expect that Song Yunge would dare to provoke her, instead of waiting for her to show mercy.

Song Yunge smiled and said, "Then we will see you again!"

He flashed in front of Meng Yufang like a ghost, and slapped it with another palm. Meng Yufang wanted to avoid it, but could not avoid it.
Chapter completed!