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An hour later, Song Siming went down to the second floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

Unlike the second floor, it is much quieter here.

But there were constant whispers.

It seems to be cursing and begging for mercy.

The light is not as bright as on the first floor, and there is an inexplicable feeling of brightness and darkness.

On this second floor are three Pill Formation disciples and five Foundation Establishment disciples.

There are thousands of foundation-building demons guarding this place.

The magic circle was laid out layer after layer, reflecting a faint glow in the darkness.

Still an outer disciple, he led Song Siming to visit the second floor.

Unlike the disciples on the first floor, this disciple seemed very dull.

He simply introduced to Song Siming the many demons imprisoned.

And under his guidance, there are actually monks here!

“This is evil cultivation, and the method of cultivation is extremely vicious!

This guy threw the entire village alive into the cauldron in order to make alchemy! "

When talking about the monk in the cell, the outer disciple showed extreme disgust.

Song Siming looked at the person in the cell.

It was a woman with disheveled hair, broken bones and muscles, and covered in blood.

There were two terrible sword marks on her face.

His body and limbs were nailed to the wall alive with five magic swords.

The last one is inserted right into the chest.

At this time, she was drooping her head and actually licking the blood from her shoulder.

Realizing that Song Siming was looking at her, the evil nun raised her head with difficulty.

She opened her broken mouth and let out two weird laughs.

Like madness.

"This guy can't live for a few more days. When the magic sword absorbs her essence, blood and soul, there will be a few good magic swords to control the formation."

Too lazy to take another look at the dying man, the disciple turned around and spoke, motioning for Song Siming to follow him.

Song Siming took a deep look at the five magical swords that turned extremely bright red.

Quickly followed.

What Song Siming saw next gradually became more and more bizarre.

There are demons like Third Senior Sister, and there are also foundation-building demon cultivators who talk about what others say.

Among them, humans account for the majority.

Almost every evil cultivator staying in the cell has human life on his hands.

Use people to refine elixirs and weapons, or use people to practice evil methods.

The ugliness of human nature is infinitely magnified here.

The more Song Siming listened, the more silent he became.

It seems to blend into the atmosphere of the second floor.

An hour is fleeting.

Song Siming went down to the third floor under the watchful eyes of the leading disciple.

This is also the last level Song Siming can reach now.

As soon as he reached the third floor, Song Siming felt goosebumps on his body.

At the same time, the perception begins to slowly shrink.

If you use your spiritual consciousness to observe, you can see that the entire three floors of the Demon Locking Tower are covered with a faint black mist.

Affecting Song Siming's perception.

The evil spirits suppressed on the third level are all in the realm of pill formation.

Unlike the second floor, there are no outer disciples on the third floor responsible for suppression.

The five of them are all from the inner sect.

Two of them are Yuanying and three are Jiedan.

Song Siming just took two steps in the fog.

Immediately, someone strode forward.

He was wearing a ghost mask, and his cloudy eyes were staring straight at Song Siming.

He was clearly in the prime of life, but his body exuded an air of twilight that could not be concealed.

As if there is no soul.

If he hadn't been wearing the uniform of an inner disciple of the Sword Sect.

Song Siming thought he was an evil cultivator who escaped from some cell.

"New disciple?"

The visitor asked.

Just as Song Siming thought, there was no anger in his tone.

Like a forged puppet.

"Yes, brother."

Song Siming cupped his hands and replied.

Although this person is just an alchemy practitioner.

But for some reason, Song Siming always felt that this person was dangerous.

Sure enough, the further down you go, the higher the intensity becomes, and the same goes for the disciples.

"Come with me."

The man spoke concisely and concisely, then turned around and disappeared into the black mist.

Seeing that this man was moving quickly, Song Siming hurriedly chased after him.

The cells on these three floors are far from comparable to the first two floors.

To prepare, there are no cells.

A huge spiritual sword was standing in the middle of the third floor.

The sword is constantly exuding surging sword intent.

Activating the dense sword array on the ground.

And each sword formation suppresses an evil spirit.

It was different from the constant whispers on the second floor.

Except for the sound of their footsteps, it was eerily quiet.

"Junior brother, what did you realize when you came down from the second floor?"

Suddenly, the man walking in front asked.

Song Siming was stunned when he heard this, thought for a moment, and then replied: "It is our duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao!"

In fact, what Song Siming wanted to say was, "This world is too dangerous, so be careful when you go out."

I met those guys who could no longer be called human beings.

This was indeed Song Siming's first thought.

Moreover, there are several fellow disciples in that evil cultivator.

Goodness that is too extreme becomes evil.

"If this is your original intention, then senior brother, I will be very happy that there will be a successor to our Sword Sect.

But, obviously you are not. "

The man shook his head and exposed Song Siming's lie.

But he didn't care.

He only glanced at Song Siming and led the silent Song Siming to a sword formation.

What the sword array suppressed was a fat rat wearing a human woman's skirt.

She has white hair all over her body, is more than ten feet tall, and is as fat as a thousand-jin pig.

He was sitting cross-legged in the sword formation, with layers of fat on his body, slowly squirming tremblingly, as if alive.

And the thick tail was slightly flexed, catering to the low hum in her mouth.

Looking at Song Siming and Song Siming, her pair of dark green flat eyes suddenly showed a playful look.

"A rat has skin, but a human has no manners! If a human has no manners, what's the use of immortality?

Rats have teeth, but humans have teeth! There is no end to human beings, why wait until death?

Rats are physical, but humans are rude! If a person is rude, why will he die? "

She opened her arms full of tumors and sang loudly to Song Siming and Song Siming.

Song Siming didn't expect that this fat rat demon was quite literate in cursing people.

However, when he looked over the next moment, Song Siming's pupils suddenly trembled.

There is no figure of the fat rat demon in the sword formation in front of him.

An extremely familiar figure was sitting there.

He is full of immortal energy and has a calm confidence on his face.

If it wasn't his master Li Cheng, who could it be?

"Master, why are you there?"

Song Siming shouted anxiously.

Could it be that the Qinglian Sword Sect discovered the master whose strength has not yet recovered?

Have you kidnapped him here?

The more Song Siming thought about it, the more shocked he became.

"Lao Liu, I hate my teacher!"

Li Cheng looked annoyed and sighed.

When Song Siming heard this, his eyes immediately turned red.

At that moment, he couldn't care less whether this was the Demon Locking Tower of the Qinglian Sword Sect.

He suddenly mobilized his whole body's spiritual power and used the sword technique to smash this damn sword array into pieces.

But the next moment, Song Siming felt a pain in his waist.

Looking up, the inner disciple wearing a ghost mask was shaking his head slightly at him.

Listening to the "gurgling" laughter of the fat rat demon in the sword formation.

Only then did Song Siming realize that he had been tricked.

“This is a great evil, Xiang Shu.

Those who are bewitched by her will be robbed of their appearance.

In this way, he can transform into that person's face and take away his strength as well. "

The disciple opened his mouth to explain.

But his eyes kept falling on the Xiangshu.

Song Siming saw the look of infatuation in his turbid eyes.

Reminiscent of his appearance that is different from ordinary people.

A crazy idea was growing in Song Siming's mind.

"You are right, I have been taken away by the Xiangshu.

I am the Rat, and I am the Rat.

I... can no longer get out of this Demon Locking Tower. "

This man saw through Song Siming's thoughts and took off the mask on his face.

Song Siming's heart trembled when he saw it.

It actually has a rat face on it!

The Xiangshu in the sword array seemed to be responding to him, and gradually turned into a man with a resolute expression.

The smell of the two is almost identical.

"There are such absurd things in the world!"

Song Siming's heart was shaken and he backed up slightly.

The great evil sealed under the Great Black Mountain appeared in front of me again.

"He can attract heavy fog, and anyone who enters the fog will have their life span robbed."

Xuangui's words were recalled in due course.

As the saying goes, a turtle lives for thousands of years.

Xuangui's life is about to end, and I'm afraid he can't do without that battle with the great evil.

Song Siming could no longer imagine how Master Xuanshan and Xuangui sealed away the great evil in the same realm thousands of years ago.

It seems that what the boy from Xuanshan Sect said that day was true.

The founder of the Xuanshan Sect is truly a man of extraordinary powers.

“This is great evil, transformed by the evil thoughts of heaven and earth.

Some people worship him as a god.

Among them, the longevity religion is the most rampant in Yunning Prefecture. "

Brother Shu, who put on his mask again, calmly explained the great evil to Song Siming.

What you seek in cultivating Taoism is immortality.

Therefore, there is the evil sect called Changsheng Sect.

They worship the legendary immortal evil as their god.

It has been established for hundreds of years and has been looking for news about the great evil in Yunning Prefecture.

As a result, the great evil named "immortality" was not found.

Instead, he found the legendary evil that could plunder reincarnation.

But the Immortality Sect is still not satisfied.

All he wants is to find eternal life.

So I searched desperately in Yunning Prefecture, where the Great Evil of Immortality finally appeared.

After hundreds of years, nothing has been found.

As time goes by, the Immortality Sect has become an unstoppable force.

At the beginning, everyone shouted for beatings, and gradually penetrated into various sects.

In just a few hundred years, a process of questioning, understanding, and becoming has been completed.

Even the Qinglian Sword Sect may have an inner ghost.

After all, people are inherently greedy as they live more.

"This Immortality Sect should have nothing to do with that great evil, it should..."

When Song Siming heard the word longevity, he was inexplicably shocked.

But he soon comforted himself, the two shouldn't be so coincidental, right?

"If you were caught in a phase just now, your fate would be the same as mine."

Brother Shu recalled Song Siming's desperate look before, shook his head and said.

Maintaining your state of mind is the best way to deal with great evil.

If it were like what Song Siming did just now, if he hadn't woken him up, Song Siming would have fallen prey to the phase-change rat junior brother.

By then, the Sword Sect’s Twin Rats will also be a legend.

"..."

Song Siming could not refute this.

As soon as he sees Li Cheng, a strong desire for protection will surge in his heart.

Whoever dares to touch him, Song Siming will risk his life with that person!

"Let's go, there are still some big evils on the third floor, I'll show you.

The key point is to come to the third level of great evil. "

Brother Shu looked affectionately at the fat-faced Shu who had returned to his original state, and said in a gentle tone.

Song Siming felt a chill in his body.

What exactly has this person been through?

……