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Jiang Luo looked at the shining Pojun star in the sky, feeling a little uneasy. He knew that Pojun star represented disaster and war, which meant that the Zhuoer group's attack might be more fierce than they expected.

Just when Jiang Luo thought that the formation would cause a catastrophe, the area around the ghost town suddenly became quiet. Then, countless vines and branches quickly crawled over the city walls and fortifications like spirit snakes, wrapping the entire ghost town tightly.

Jiang Luo was just feeling surprised when a familiar voice came: "Lush branches and leaves, towering magic!" He turned around and saw that it was Taoist Qingyi. Taoist Qingyi waved his whisk and summoned the body of his thousand-year-old sacred tree. The huge sacred tree covered the entire area within a ten-mile radius of the ghost town under its branches and leaves.

The residents of the ghost town were all excited when they saw this scene. Baiquan jumped onto a branch and asked in surprise: "Where did this tree come from? It's so big! Is this really a tree?"

Jiang Luo waved to Taoist Qingyi, who said with a smile, "Don't worry, don't worry. The roots and trunk of the tree are buried in the soil. They won't affect the foundation, nor will they block your sunlight. These branches and leaves are only outside the city. I avoided the areas inside the city. I know you are going to deal with the big devil today, so I'm here to help you."

Jiang Luo clasped his fists and thanked him: "Master Qingyi, thank you so much!"

Taoist Qingyi waved his hands and said, "Alas, you saved my life, so I had the chance to recover. Now that I have this tree of life, it's just a small matter to use it to help you resist the enemy. Please don't be polite to me, otherwise I will be unhappy!"

Jiang Luo knew that Taoist Qingyi was a man who would repay his gratitude, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then I will lend you a helping hand."

With the help of Taoist Master Qingyi, Old Nie's work of repairing the formation became much easier. He picked up the weak Nie Xiaoqian and said with relief: "Great! This formation was originally a borrowed power, which might disturb the surrounding evil spirits and even attract their attacks. Now with the Taoist master's sacred tree suppressing it, all these side effects have been suppressed."

Nie Xiaoqian leaned in Old Nie's arms. Although her face was pale, there was a trace of relief in her eyes. She said softly, "Grandpa, I feel much better... The breath of this tree makes me feel very comfortable."

Qing Yi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Little girl, just take a good rest under this tree. The power of this tree can help you recover your vitality."

At this moment, the branches and leaves of the sacred tree suddenly trembled slightly, and a huge light mirror appeared on the top of the tree crown, reflecting the scene of the black pyramid in the north.

Inside the tower, there was an eerie black mist and there were faint ghosts flying around. It was so densely packed that it was unclear how many there were, but they should all be the slave ghosts or blood demons imprisoned by the drow.

These scenes were guided by Nie Xiaoqian's blood and energy, because the formation was drawn based on Xiaoqian's blood and energy, and many Taoist methods between heaven and earth were borrowed to forcibly pull the battlefield over. Zhuo Erqun obviously discovered their purpose, so he built this attack tower, preparing to confront them from the north and south.

Old Nie said, "Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. I can help you observe the situation inside with the help of Xiaoqian's blood. Who among you is willing to go in and find out?"

Huo Yancheng said: "I'll do it..."

Jiang Luo stopped him and said, "Let me do it! Only when I know its details can I arrange the next formation."

Huo Yancheng knew that Jiang Luo was the coordinator of this war and he could not replace him. After all, his cultivation was still shallow, so he could only nod.

Old Nie said: "Ready!"

After saying this, he cast a complicated spell, making and releasing his hand seals, and attached Jiang Luo's consciousness to the rune on Xiao Qian's heart by burning a talisman.

The next second, Jiang Luo's perspective became a trace of spiritual power, blood and qi, which slowly floated into the strange pyramid.

As you walk into the black pyramid, you are hit by an overwhelming chilly and cold air. In the dim light, the walls are engraved with strange runes, as if telling an ancient and evil secret. A thick black liquid flows on the ground, emitting a pungent and foul smell.

Walking along the narrow passage, one could hear bursts of shrill howling from time to time, which was creepy. One could see huge sarcophagi arranged in an orderly manner, and the coffin lids were engraved with hideous ghost faces.

In the center of the pyramid, there is a huge altar, on which a faint blue flame burns, and faces with twisted pains faintly emerge from the flame. Surrounding it are countless bones, on which traces of blood still remain, as if a bloody massacre had just taken place.

Going further in, there is a huge cave with countless stalactites hanging from the top of the cave. Each stalactite is dripping with black liquid, which drips on the ground and makes a "tick-tick" sound. The cave is filled with thick fog, making it difficult to see the road ahead. Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past, mixed with the cries of countless ghosts, as if to devour people's souls.

Jiang Luo was about to step forward, but his consciousness was suddenly forced back. After regaining consciousness, Jiang Luo frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Old Nie sighed, "This old monster is really amazing. He found it so quickly! How is it? Did you find anything in there?"

Jiang Luo gloomily recounted what he saw inside. No one knew much about the details of this tower. Only Taoist Master Qingyi said, "This is... the Nine-Layer Hell Tower!"

Jiang Luo suddenly looked at Taoist Qingyi and asked, "What? Nine-layer Hell Tower? What...what is the relationship between it and the Nine-layer Torrent Tower?"

Qingyi's face was solemn, and he said, "They... are actually similar to the relationship between us two brothers, one good and one evil, one yin and one yang. Although both have the meaning of the passage of time, but... the Nine-Layered Torrent Tower is positive, while the Nine-Layered Hell Tower is negative. Like my brother, they must be imprisoned in hell forever in order to ensure the normal life of thousands of lives in this world. Wasn't it destroyed in the catastrophe eight thousand years ago? Why is it here?"

Everyone gathered around and began to listen to the Taoist priest telling the story about the Nine-Layered Flood Tower and the Nine-Layered Hell Tower.

Ever since Pangu, the father, passed away, the world was created, yin and yang were out of balance, and disasters occurred frequently in the world. In order to maintain the order of heaven and earth and save the people, two mysterious powers came into being.

These two mighty men are also brothers. They are gifted and have amazing skills. The elder brother is compassionate and takes it as his responsibility to save all creatures; but the younger brother, whose heart is eroded by dark desires, embarks on a completely different path.

My brother spent countless efforts and went through many hardships, and finally gathered the righteous energy between heaven and earth and built a nine-story torrent tower.

This tower is radiant with light, and each floor contains a strong positive force, representing the positive passage of time, and symbolizing vitality and hope. It can absorb the evil air between heaven and earth, purify the filth of the world, protect thousands of lives, and allow all things in the world to live and reproduce normally.

Whenever a disaster strikes, the Nine-story Flood Tower will shine with brilliant light, dispel darkness, and calm disasters, becoming the guardian artifact of the world.

The younger brother sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of darkness. He used all evil means, drove countless resentful spirits, and cruelly constructed the Nine-Layer Hell Tower.

The tower is completely black, exuding a chilling and eerie atmosphere. Each floor is filled with negative energy, representing the reverse flow and decline of time.

It is the source of evil, capable of unleashing endless disasters and wars, dragging the world into an abyss of pain and despair. Countless ghosts are imprisoned in the Nine-Layer Hell Tower, and the shrill screams they emit seem like a curse on the world.

The two towers, like the yin and yang poles, one good and one evil, are opposed to each other. Their existence has triggered a war that shocked the world and made ghosts weep. In the end, the elder brother, with his firm belief and the power of justice, sealed his younger brother and the Nine-Layer Hell Tower in the endless abyss, bringing peace back to the world.

It was exactly eight thousand years ago that my brother led a group of righteous immortals to destroy and seal the Nine-Layered Hell Tower. It was also because of this catastrophe that many immortals who were born at the beginning of the world died.

The Nine-story Torrent Tower was also severely damaged in the catastrophe, and its power gradually dissipated, but its legend still circulates in the world, inspiring generations of heroes to fight against the forces of evil in order to protect world peace and justice.

It no longer has the righteous spirit it had when its brother was still alive, and only has the ability to speed up the passage of time. However, for ordinary cultivators, it is still a magical weapon.

Jiang Luo understood. He looked at the Nine-Layer Hell Tower in front of him, shook his head and said, "No, it only has seven floors, not nine!"

Qingyi's eyes became more gloomy, and he said, "Because...if it reaches the ninth floor, it will be time for it to start attacking."

Jiang Luo looked up at the Nine-story Hell Tower and saw that the tower was rising slightly. The tower hidden under the black fog had already begun to grow an eighth floor. At this rate, within twelve hours, before Zhuo Erqun completely recovered his strength, the tower would grow to nine floors.

At that time, the Nine Hell Tower will launch a full-scale attack on the Ghost Town.

At this time, the residents in the ghost town didn't know whether they heard some rumors, which caused a series of riots. Obviously, they also noticed the unrest in the ghost town in recent days.

At this time, Chu Jianglan hurried over. He said angrily, "Someone in the city is inciting the ghosts to riot, saying that we want to sacrifice 200,000 ghosts to the gods! Xiao Shuai can't control it now!"

Jiang Luo stood up suddenly and told Huo Yancheng and Yuan Haokun, "You two keep an eye on the situation here. I have to go over there!"

The two men nodded heavily, indicating that they would take care of everything here and let him go.