my dignified devil

Still big? "

"Senior Senior Sister started earlier than your master, but well, calling her Senior Sister has nothing to do with this. The oldest senior brother in my generation is at least a thousand years old this year. Calling her Senior Sister is entirely out of my personal admiration. "

"Ok?"

"She is the most monk-like monk."

There are dense incantations engraved on the body of the gray-white tower, and Qi Ling took the initiative to explain: "This Yingying tower was originally a toy made by my master. Formation formations are forbidden and arranged in the seven-story pagoda. On the top floor are the formation diagrams and experiences written by him."

There are no stairs in the tower, and the circular corridor surrounds the seven floors. Each floor is covered with restrictions full of cipher texts, which cannot be attacked by force, but can only be cracked.

The most monk-like monk, Jinghu Peak chief Nanmen Biyu sat on the corridor on the sixth floor, with his eyes closed, he was muttering something, his fingers were like flying, and he was trying his best to deduce it.

There was only one person on the fifth floor, an old woman in coarse linen clothes, with an unfolded scroll on her knees.

The old woman was what Fan Luo said was a casual cultivator, and she already had a mid-Yuanying cultivation base.Casual cultivators who can reach the Nascent Soul stage are either blessed by heaven, blessed by heaven, or their fate is harder than the stones in the latrine.

It is also an unwritten consensus in the cultivation world not to team up with high-level casual cultivators, and many major disciples were overcome to death by them.

The first layer of restriction is very simple, there are many people sitting at the bottom of the tower, the four of us entered easily and found an open space to sit down.

"Uncle Nanmen is really too strong." Fan Luo is still in a nympho.

Fu Zixi passed through the restraining light curtain with his hand, and said to me: "The master of this place has a very high attainment in formation, and you can also learn about it."

"Yes, Master."

"I always feel like I forgot something important." He sighed softly.

46. Chapter 46

It never hurts to learn more, although I've always hated arithmetic.

No, it's annoying.

It's just that the old woman who is a casual cultivator makes me feel a little uneasy. On the surface, she is the most powerful person here.

Seven days later, I entered the second floor. The number of people on this floor was reduced by nearly half, and the restriction was much more difficult.

The Nanmen Biyu at the top is still undergoing endless deduction. She is older than Fu Zixi, and her aptitude is not bad. A real monk is probably one who can be strong without desires.

The forbidden light curtain in front of her turned into golden lines and drilled into her body bit by bit, slowly but surely.

The old woman from the lower class suddenly opened her eyes, her face was like orange peel, but her eyes were shining brightly.Glancing upward, she continued to crack the restraint.

I have a bad feeling.

It's not that there are benevolent people in the world of comprehension, but most of the benevolent people are dead.

Especially the old woman is a casual cultivator. I don't discriminate against casual cultivators, but wolves raised in the wild are always more vicious than sheep raised in pens.

The seventh layer of light curtain gradually weakened, the jade slip suspended in the center of the top of the tower gradually revealed its true face, and the speed of the formula in Nanmen Biyu's hands accelerated. Seeing that, the inheritance of the highest level was already in her pocket.

At this moment, the old woman of Sanxiu successfully broke through the sixth layer of restriction, and stood opposite the jade jade at the south gate in the blink of an eye.

"Little girl, I advise you not to waste your energy fighting with me. I think you are talented. If you don't want to kill you, you should do it yourself." The old woman said in a dark voice.

Everyone in the tower was in an uproar, and some low-level monks had already quietly stood near the exit. If the timing was not good, they immediately fled. Even if there was a fallout from the attack of the Nascent Soul stage monks, ordinary people could not bear it.

Nanmen Biyu didn't respond, Fan Luo jumped out first: "Old witch, don't be rude, the person opposite you is the chief of Jinghu Peak of our Tianyao Sect, if you want to kill her, first ask our uncle Fu if he agrees!"

He is a fool.

Fu Zixi glanced at him.

Calm down, Master, don't try to murder your fellow disciples.

The old woman narrowed her eyes, as if confirming the authenticity of his words.

When the monks present heard Fan Luo's words, the few who hadn't made up their minds started running out without saying a word.

However, the old woman snapped her fingers, and a thick layer of restraints wrapped the entire tower. She showed some cruel meaning: "Kill you all, or no one will know."

Following her words, more than a dozen young monks in the pagoda who were in the period of seclusion quietly turned into blood mist and died miserably.

Everyone was in danger for a while.

Zhang Lingshu, who was in the foundation building period, was going to be scared. He had never killed a chicken, and the killing scene was beyond his experience. I suspect that the only dead person he had ever seen was his dead father.Maybe it's not a real father, but a cheap father.

Fu Zixi propped up the protective mask and protected me behind her: "Xingliu, don't be afraid."

I don't care if a furnace is afraid of what to do, is it possible that the willing dual cultivation of the furnace will have a bonus effect?

I replied in a low voice, "I'm not afraid."

What I should be afraid of is him. If I didn't have Ben Wu, I wouldn't be sure of winning against the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul when I was in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Fan Luo dragged Zhang Lingshu to hide behind the defensive mask.

At such a time, Nanmen Biyu calmly stopped analyzing the restriction, silently recited a formula, quickly landed on the second floor, and stood silently behind Fu Zixi.

"Elder sister! Can you undo the restriction she set and let us escape!" Zhang Lingshu was about to burst into tears.

Nanmen Biyu spoke very slowly. She didn't know whether to praise her for her calmness in every major event or to say that she is heartless and not afraid of death: "I... have... resolved...."

Not only a few of us, but the rest of the dozens of monks who did not die ran to our side one after another, and someone shouted: "The Tianyao Sect has always helped the needy, but we must not abandon us."

Saying this to other elders may be a little bit useful.

There are quite a few words in the above content, and it takes only a moment to happen.

"You go now, there is still time." Fu Zixi held the sword in his hand and raised his head to face the old woman.

"Hmph, it's too late for you to go now." The old woman grabbed the scroll with one hand and shook it in the air. The scroll was blank, and a girl in yellow clothes holding a qin suddenly appeared in the tower.

"This treasure scroll of mine is a picture of a senior who has transformed into a god. Although it can't retain all its power, it is enough to kill you." The old woman said proudly.

Good stuff, I want it.

Zhang Lingshu said dreamily, "Why does she explain like an NPC?"

Empysay?

"Maybe I want to show off." I replied.

The girl in yellow put the piano horizontally, and put her slender fingers on the strings. After a stroke, a wave of sound waved like water waves, and the monks outside the protective cover immediately vomited blood.

A welt-like mark appeared on the protective cover, and then disappeared.

This is just the first wave of tentative attacks.

Zhang Lingshu shouted: "Nanmen Biyu, are you alright?"

"Soon...it's ready." Nanmen Biyu continued to deduce under Fan Luo's protection.

Those monks also know that everyone is now a grasshopper on a rope, and those who can still move will use their spiritual power to strengthen the defensive mask.

Fu Zixi came out with a sword in hand, and took the initiative to attack the girl in yellow. When the second sound of the zither came, his sword was like a shooting star, and he caught it abruptly.

"Uncle Nanmen, can you lift the restriction in the tower?" I asked.

She glanced at me lightly: "Wait a moment... finish this first... this."

I seem to understand where Zhang Lingshu's admiration comes from.

Finally, before the third wave of attacks by the girl in yellow came, Biyu of the Nanmen opened a hole like a dog hole at the entrance: "It's ok..."

A few monks who were close to the opening got out first, almost fighting.

Seeing this, the old woman's eyes were about to burst, but she had already used all her strength to push the scroll, and she was at a loss at the moment, so she could only threaten: "None of you can escape!"

On the one hand, she stepped up her attack and ordered the woman in yellow to fight fiercely with Fu Zixi. On the other hand, she forcibly repaired the holes in the formation, and confronted the Nanmen Biyu.

Fan Luo said to Biyu at the south gate, "Get out quickly."

Nanmen Biyu said unhurriedly: "I...must...be inside to...expand...restriction."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll contact the sect as soon as I get out." Fan Luo didn't hesitate, and got out of the hole, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Zhang Lingshu's legs and feet were weak, and he crawled towards the entrance of the cave, not forgetting to grab me: "Xingliu, go!"

Biyu at the south gate finally couldn't bear the old woman's pressure, and the entrance of the cave shrank suddenly.

At this critical moment, I kicked Zhang Lingshu and kicked him out. I can't leave. Once I leave, Fu Zixi may really be here.

At this moment, apart from those monks who don't know whether they are alive or dead, there are only me, Fu Zixi, Nanmen Biyu and the old woman left in the tower.

47. Chapter 47

Nanmen Biyu: "Oh... Huo."

The aftermath of the occasional attack flowed to the hiding place of the two of us. There were fewer people protected by the protective shield, and fewer people maintained the protective shield, so the protection was still weakened a little.

"Quickly release the restriction in the tower." I stood in front of Nanmen Biyu and said to her, supporting the precarious cover alone.

Only by unlocking the internal restriction, can I go up and deal with the old woman.

The battle between Fu Zixi and the girl in yellow was in full swing. The girl in yellow's hands flowed freely, and the sound waves seemed to have substance. When they collided with the light of the sword, they made the sound of gold and iron. Fu Zixi's body skills were not inferior to his sword skills. While flashing and moving, he slowly approached the girl in yellow.

The old woman who controlled the scroll couldn't help but feel anxious. She was very confident that she would win, but if it was delayed for too long, trouble would happen.

One of her great advantages is that relying on the restraint inside the tower, she can't get close to her in ordinary attacks, so she locked her attack target on Nanmen Biyu.

The figure of the girl in yellow disappeared as if being erased, and then appeared in front of me. The sound waves turned into arrow rain and continuously impacted on the