The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Bai Qinghua, completely unaware of the situation, was still working diligently to break through the tower. Except for the first level which was a fantasy realm that tested one's mind, Bai Qinghua's cultivation was suppressed from the second level onwards. She seemed to have returned to the beginning of her cultivation, growing step by step from a small spiritual cultivator, level by level. Each level faced different tests, and when she reached the tenth level, her cultivation had barely reached the foundation-building level.

There was not the slightest impatience. Unlike the desire and eagerness for strength after just waking up from Bai Qinghua's body, at this moment Bai Qinghua truly felt the control over spiritual power at every stage of cultivation. Many areas that were previously neglected were seen. When his cultivation level rose to the foundation-building stage, Bai Qinghua felt unprecedented stability and peace of mind, so when the selection panel appeared, Bai Qinghua chose to continue almost without hesitation.

It was at this time that Bai Qinghua realized that although she had experienced two lives, although she always felt that her state of mind was sufficient, and although she always felt that her cultivation was solid; but because she advanced too quickly, she still laid hidden dangers. In the past, she was too eager for strength and thus ignored this point. Now she has a chance to start over and a way to consolidate her foundation, she must cherish it.

Bai Qinghua felt that even if there was no reward for entering the tower this time, just retracing the path of cultivation would be a great opportunity for her. The Tower of Babel was worthy of its reputation!

Little Bai Qinghua was still training in the Babel Tower. When she felt the difference of the Babel Tower, she released the Fire Phoenix that she had previously stored in the ancient jade space, and let her train with her. At this time, Bai Qinghua had not yet discovered that in addition to the growth of her cultivation, her and Fire Phoenix's bodies were also changing little by little. The unique mysterious aura in the Babel Tower entered her body little by little through each of their spiritual power circulation and each spiritual power absorption, changing their bodies imperceptibly, and her body gradually matured with these changes. What is the sign of maturity? Naturally, it is growth.

Outside the Tower of Babel, Yongye chose a location with the best view and placed a very large chair on it. In front of the chair was a square table, on which were placed various spiritual fruits and fine wines. Yongye leaned diagonally on one side of the chair, holding a white jade wine pot in his hand, taking a sip from time to time. The rich aroma of the wine wafted away, and many people were quietly swallowing their saliva, stealing glances in the direction of Yongye from time to time, but no one dared to get close to him within a five-mile radius. Many demon monks who came to break into the Tower of Babel recognized the Demon Lord Yongye, and they all spontaneously stood around him to protect him. Even though many people looked at the rare spiritual fruits that Yongye placed on the square table with greed in their eyes, no one dared to really step forward to snatch them.

The power of Lord Demon is unpredictable. Even in the Tongtian Secret Realm, where his cultivation is suppressed, people like them dare not provoke him at will, not to mention that there are so many demon cultivators who volunteered to protect them and are standing around with a covetous look in their eyes. In the eyes of the demon cultivators, it is their great honor to have the opportunity to serve Lord Demon, and it will be a capital for them to show off when they return to the demon clan.

Just when Yongye was feeling leisurely and drowsy, a ball of golden flame came straight towards him from afar. Some demon monks stepped forward to stop it, but were burned by the flame. Seeing the flame about to hit his face, Yongye narrowed his eyes slightly. Without him making any movement, a barrier appeared in front of him, blocking the flame. The moment the demonic energy came into contact with the flame, a sound that stung the eardrums was heard, causing the monks who had not yet entered the Tower of Babel to involuntarily step back a little. At the same time, they all looked over curiously, wanting to see who was so desperate that he dared to attack the Demon Lord openly.

The flames dissipated, and a tall and graceful figure appeared in front of everyone. Although they couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, his back alone was enough to make people feel amazing. He had an amazing aura and was not at all inferior to the Demon Lord.

"Hand over my sister!"

Looking at the enchanting man in red in front of him, Yu Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then he thought of something, his face became even colder, and he spoke with gritted teeth.

"Sister? You are not her spirit anymore?"

Hearing Yu Wushuang's address, Yong Ye raised his eyebrows, but after seeing the changes in Yu Wushuang clearly, he understood in his heart that this weapon spirit had actually merged with the First Divine Flame and then reshaped its physical body. With the tyranny of the Pure Lotus Divine Flame, it was possible to burn the contract between this weapon spirit and the spiritual weapon. The fact that this weapon spirit did not disappear in the process was also a powerful and fortunate one.

"Where is she?"

Yongye's words confirmed Yu Wushuang's guess. Heiye had seen him when he appeared next to Bai Qinghua, so it was not surprising that he could recognize him now. However, whenever he thought of this guy taking Xiao Qinghua away without permission, anger surged in his heart.

Damn it, if it weren't for the connection between the contracted beasts and Bai Qinghua, he would have almost lost Xiao Qinghua. Thinking of the great panic of losing Bai Qinghua's trace, Yu Wushuang wanted to burn the person in front of him to ashes.

"This is the Tower of Babel. She is naturally training in the tower, and I don't think she will be able to come out for a while. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?"

Yongye waved his hand, and an exquisite wine glass appeared on the square table. Following his thoughts, the nectar in the wine pot seemed to have life and turned into a line of water, falling into the wine glass. When the glass was full, Yongye pushed the wine glass towards Yu Wushuang, looking at the murderous man in front of him with a smile.

However, he couldn't help but complain in his heart that his temper was really getting better and better. He was able to resist taking action when someone showed murderous intentions towards him, and he was even able to generously invite the other person to drink his spirit wine. When the painting was finished, he must make sure she praised him well.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved, and the smile on Yongye's lips became more sincere.

Looking at the man in front of her with a bright smile on his face, Yu Wushuang could not vent her anger. The saying "don't hit a smiling person" may be true to some extent, but the depression in her heart was not something that could be easily eliminated. Yu Wushuang looked down at the spirit wine that Yongye pushed over to her. In the wine glass carved with intricate patterns, the wine looked like a cluster of burning flames. It was obviously spirit wine, but it gave people a feeling of burning.

Yu Wushuang picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He felt so comfortable that he couldn't help but squint his eyes. After merging with the Pure Lotus Divine Flame, the faint feeling of rejection in his reshaped body actually miraculously dissipated a little under the influence of this glass of spiritual wine.

"Good wine!"

Even Yu Wushuang couldn't help but praise.