Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

Outside the Thousand-Layer Pagoda, all the important figures in Linxian City came.

That’s the seventh floor!

Zhou Yan's name was hanging high, but his identity had long been exposed.

An ordinary inner disciple of the Xuanshuang Sect.

He could never have accomplished this on his own.

So who?

What kind of monstrosity is this who has passed the seventh level before the age of 25?

Everyone is curious.

or...

Everyone wanted to win over the other.

Even though more and more people came, the Hall of Eternal Life still seemed secluded and divine.

The saint stood straight, like a sculpture.

The holy envoy next to him exuded an aura that said "keep away from strangers".

The Tianjian Sect and the Xuanshuang Sect had unknowingly stood together, discussing Zhou Yan.

Chu Aotian stood at the main entrance of the Thousand Layer Tower holding the Aotian Sword. The sunlight fell on him, shining brightly and blinding everyone.

Just standing here, one can feel an indescribable aura of dominance.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the guy who stepped on his name to get to the top.

He wants to compete with him!

So because of Chu Aotian's presence, more people came to watch the Thousand-Layer Tower.

One is the pride of their Linxian City.

One is an unknown mysterious genius.

Such a showdown is definitely worth their participation.

Ning Xiyuan was sitting in a rocking chair in the tower, chewing a spiritual fruit. At his feet were two half-dead corpses lying in a mess.

When the two suggested taking a break, Ning Xiyuan had no objection.

But when he raised his hand and saw his red and swollen wrist, he couldn't help frowning.

Tsk.

bother.

Zhou Yan and Liang Jue took the pills and stumbled to their feet from the ground.

They looked towards the last door with unusual determination in their eyes.

We have all come this far.

The final layer.

The eighth floor.

Fantasy.

Ning Xiyuan didn't expect, he really didn't expect that the Thousand-Layer Pagoda was such a vulgar thing.

The last floor!

It was another illusion.

Perfunctory and careless.

While Ning Xiyuan was complaining earnestly, the surrounding scene gradually became clear.

Purple-red land, tall black buildings, and magnificent yet grotesque reliefs.

this...

It wasn't like what she remembered.

Until she saw the young Yan Qian'an.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Otherwise, what about the Thousand Layer Pagoda?

Everything presented in the illusion has nothing to do with her, so what's the use?

Despite thinking this, Ning Xiyuan did not immediately come out of the illusion.

The girl looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, and was wearing a white dress.

With his hands and feet bound, he sat on the bed.

Her hair is as black as satin and her waist is slender.

One can already see stunning beauty on this young face.

Her skin was sickly pale, but her thin lips were painted with lip balm, making them startlingly red.

As quiet as the statues in the temple.

But she is beautiful like an alluring fairy.

Such opposite temperaments collide with each other, but it doesn't seem weird.

The female version of Yan Qi'an when he was a child, controlled Ning Xiyuan for half a minute.

When a group of people pushed the door open, the noise drove away the silence.

"So beautiful, just like his mother, tsk tsk."

"Hahaha, if you don't dare to covet the Demon Lord's woman, it's not bad to find a substitute."

"You are quite courageous. This is the Demon Lord's child."

"Children? Our Demon Lord has many children, the Demon Lord doesn't care."

"Little beauty..."

When the first pair of hands touched the boy's face, Ning Xiyuan's irritability had faded.

For some unknown reason, there was a murderous intent.

These people are disgusting...want to kill them.

Unfortunately, what the Sword of God-Slaying cut down was just a shadow.

Yes.

This wasn't her own nightmare.

So while I was distracted, those people had already pounced on him.

They were both men and women, but their eyes were full of desire.

The boy was thin and helpless, looking pitiful.

Ning Xiyuan frowned.

She didn't want to watch anymore.

It is not a good thing to accidentally pry into other people's privacy.

So Ning Xiyuan found a small dagger and stabbed it into his heart without hesitation.

but...

The sickening laughter continued, and aside from the sharp pain in his heart, there was no change at all.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

She turned her head, looked at the boy whose clothes were torn, and finally understood.

She has to...kill Yan Qian'an.

The blood dyed the white clothes red.

Before Ning Xiyuan could make a move, the young man who was pinned down by several men took action first.

Perhaps someone felt there was no threat, and untied the rope on the boy's hands.

So the golden hairpin on the woman's head was pulled out and became the sharpest weapon in the boy's hand.

The golden hairpin seals the throat.

Ning Xiyuan clutched the dagger in his hand and took several steps back.

She hates blood.

But he still watched with great patience as the young man fought back, standing barefoot in a pool of blood and slaughtering those who had just been so high and mighty and treated him as a plaything.

Only after the last man died did Ning Xiyuan thrust the dagger cleanly into the boy's chest.

The illusion shattered, covering up the girl's sigh.

She seemed to know why the little pervert didn't like being touched.

Ning Xiyuan opened his eyes and saw endless darkness.

And on the sky in the distance, her name was carved.

The three words Ning Xiyuan became the first name of the eighth floor.

Glitter.

She stood up, but the depression and irritability in her heart did not diminish at all.

The inexplicable hostility irritated her nerves.

Zhou Yan and Liang Jue were still struggling in the illusion.

Everyone has something they fear inside.

Whether you can overcome yourself depends on your own luck...

Well...

and violent interference.

Zhou Yan cried for his parents and didn't want to wake up, so Ning Xiyuan slapped him twice very decisively.

Then he did the same thing and woke Liang Jue up as well.

The two of them didn't even care about the pain on the side of their faces.

They were like fish out of water, struggling to breathe and sweating profusely.

Everyone has a vulnerable side inside.

The darkness was dispelled by the light as all three woke up.

The scenery on the eighth floor is really beautiful.

The distant mountains and nearby water are all clearly visible.

A blue rainbow hangs in the clear sky.

The colors are bright and refreshing.

The spiritual energy is rich and pervasive, seeping into every pore.

Then they rush into the body, nourishing every inch of the tendons and veins.

The fatigue and pain disappeared in an instant.

Several boxes landed in front of the men.

This is the reward given by the Thousand Layer Pagoda.

Zhou Yan and Liang Jue looked at each other and gave this precious opportunity to open the box to Ning Xiyuan.

After all, they are both counterfeit goods that have benefited from the favor.

Ning Xiyuan looked at the two people's expectant eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

no......

Why did she have to do manual labor in the end!

Outside the tower, the lights on the eighth floor lit up.

Even though everyone had a vague expectation in their hearts.

But at this moment.

Still, cheers broke out that were enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

This is a moment that will go down in the history of Linxian City!

And they...became witnesses of history.

The Xuanshuang Sect was the first to burst out with a strong voice, because the name hanging high was Zhou Yan.

He is a disciple of their Xuanshuang Sect.

Amid the continuous cheers, the smile on Chu Aotian's face became more and more arrogant.

He blocked the door with his sword.

Just want a fight!

The four words "youthful spirit" seem to be tailor-made for him.