The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The two people who were at loggerheads just now were sitting together drinking and chatting happily in the blink of an eye. This strange scene stunned everyone present.

When did the Demon Lord become so kind?

Then do they also have the opportunity to go up and ask for a drink?

There were many people who had this idea, but when they met the unintentional gaze of the man in red, they all gave up those unrealistic thoughts.

Oh my god, they want to get out of the secret realm alive, so it’s better not to rush to seek death.

The four little ones who came panting and carrying the burden Lin Peian saw this strange scene as soon as they arrived. After seeing Yongye's face clearly, the four of them exclaimed in unison.

"Dark Night! You're not dead!"

"Night? Who is Night?"

Only Lin Pei'an was a little confused about the situation. He asked reflexively after hearing several people's exclamations.

After being dragged along and drinking the wind all the way, Lin Pei'an was still a little dizzy. After seeing Yongye clearly, he immediately pointed at him and loudly accused him:

"It's him! He's the one who kidnapped my little cousin!"

Lin Pei'an's words were destined to be ignored, and he was the only one who was shouting and jumping there with an anxious look on his face.

"It's noisy."

Yong Ye was getting a headache from Lin Peian's noise. He moved his fingers slightly, and a spiritual fruit flew accurately into Lin Peian's mouth. The world suddenly became quiet.

Lin Pei'an's throat was suddenly choked by a fruit. He covered his neck with his hands in fear, his handsome face flushed red, and he finally swallowed the fruit. Just as he was about to accuse the perpetrator, he suddenly felt a burst of heat in his body, and his innate spiritual flame burst out of his body, forming a barrier around him. It was actually a sign of advancement. Lin Pei'an did not care about anything else, and quickly sat down cross-legged, concentrating on digesting the vast divine power brought by the spiritual fruit in his body. After experiencing the destruction of his family and being hunted by others, he knew the importance of strength better than anyone else, and was more eager to increase his strength.

When the four little ones saw the changes that happened to Lin Peian because of a spiritual fruit, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they couldn't help swallowing their saliva as they stared at the spiritual fruit placed in front of Yongye. Although they were eager in their hearts, they still suppressed their eager hearts and stood around Lin Peian to protect him. There were many people here, so it was better to be careful, especially since Lin Peian had been hunted by the gods. The little ones did not ignore the unfriendly looks that fell on him after Lin Peian appeared.

Yongye curled his lips slightly when he saw this. The spiritual pets he had painted were quite good. He waved his hand, and a spiritual fruit appeared in front of each of the four little ones. The four little ones gave Yongye a grateful look, then quickly put the spiritual fruits away, preparing to find an opportunity to eat them after seeing their master.

The cultivators from the four regions gathered here saw this, with envy and greed in their eyes, but due to the cultivation level of the four little ones and the pressure from Yongye, they dared not act rashly and could only look away with difficulty.

If people are compared with people, they will die; if monsters are compared with monsters, they will be thrown away. It's my fault that I don't have the luck to have a master who is favored by the Demon Lord!

"Look, the wind chimes on the 58th floor are moving. Someone has made it to the 48th floor!"

Just when everyone was feeling jealous, a loud shout attracted everyone's attention.

The record of the Tower of Babel has been constantly refreshed in the past few days, climbing all the way up from the 33rd floor when Bai Qinghua just came here, and now it has reached the 48th floor, and is about to exceed the halfway point. Such records are rare in the history of the Tower of Babel. Every cultivator who can reach the 50th floor or above of the Tower of Babel becomes a powerful person after coming out.

"I wonder if this guy can make it through the last two levels."

Someone said expectantly.

Although they did not enter the tower themselves, it was a blessing to witness the birth of a genius. If they could find an opportunity to get along well with future geniuses, that would be an even greater fortune.

"I wonder which tribe has produced such an extraordinary figure this time."

"Tsk, that's not certain. What if this person dies at the next level? Wouldn't that mean he will die?"

Some people were envious while others spoke sourly.

But after this person finished speaking, he felt a creepy feeling for some reason. He looked around but found nothing. However, a monk would never not believe in his five senses, so he dared not stay here and left quietly.

Although the man left, he sneered in his heart. He was not wrong, because one could choose to leave or continue only when reaching an integer number of floors in the Tower of Babel. Every time the secret realm of Babel was opened, no one knew how many cultivators from the four tribes died in it. That was because the rewards of the Tower of Babel were generous enough, and every cultivator who could leave the tower alive would gain a lot. Otherwise, the number of people entering the tower would probably be reduced by half each time.

"I think this person still has a good chance of breaking through the 50th floor. After all, there are only two floors left. It would be great if this person was a cultivator of my demon clan. This way, the strength of my demon clan can be further improved."

A demon cultivator said with a longing look on his face.

"How can you be sure that the person who made it to the 48th floor is just one person? What if there are two or more people? Doesn't that mean every tribe has a chance?"

Someone echoed with a brilliant idea.

"You're dreaming. You can pass more than half of the Tianjiao in the Tower of Babel that day. Are they cabbages?"

Someone said with contempt.

As soon as this was said, someone nearby immediately responded by saying:

"Tsk, we are better off just dreaming than you guys who don't even dare to think about it, what a bunch of cowards."

"Hey, who are you calling a wimp? You want to fight?"

"I'll just fight, I'm afraid of you!"

……

Outside the Tower of Babel, people were talking about different things. Some monks who had just come out of the tower and were about to leave stopped when they saw this. They all wanted to see who could have gotten here, and they also wanted to know if this person could have made it all the way to the 50th floor and get the chance to choose.

In the Tower of Babel, Bai Qinghua swung her sword and shattered the last puppet. The Fire Phoenix pounced on it and skillfully dug out the crystal core from the puppet's head. She raised her little head and swallowed the crystal core directly into her stomach. Then she squinted her eyes comfortably and looked at the scattered puppet parts around her. None of them could stand up anymore. She felt a little regretful and reluctant, as she had not eaten enough.

Bai Qinghua knew what the Fire Phoenix was thinking when she saw it. She was a little embarrassed. That crystal core was not an ordinary one. It contained a trace of Chaos Power. The Fire Phoenix ate so many of them at once. Didn't you see that the feathers of the whole bird had become brighter? It was no longer the little chicken it was before. It had already become a phoenix. But she was still not satisfied.

"Don't be greedy."

Reaching out and tapping the little fire phoenix's head, Bai Qinghua said with a smile.

At the same time, she looked at her fingers which had become longer and thinner, and felt a little happy in her heart.