"You retreat!"
This sentence was said to brothers Xuan Ming, Xuan Ku and Xuan Hong.
Their practice is considered advanced in the origin world, but it is still not enough in front of those big demons in the Demon Town Tower.
"The junior will bid farewell!"
After Xuanhong saluted, he took his senior brothers and left reluctantly.
The Demon Suppressing Tower has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is as long as the Great Xia. It is one of the most mysterious and terrifying areas in the origin world, and it has caused countless good and evil monks to talk about it.
How about the scene in it.
Xuan Hong was also a little bit curious.
However, they also know that the secrets in the Demon Suppressing Tower are not something people like themselves can pry into now.
Several people left obediently.
The Buddha breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, said the Buddha's name, and walked forward silently.
Jiang Zirou followed behind.
Soon, the two arrived at the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, and in front of them was a thick stone gate with ferocious statues of Venerable Arhat on both sides, holding a demon subduing pestle in their hands, and stepping on little ghosts, tigers and leopards under their feet, looking quite powerful.
The old man stretched out his hand, and gently placed his slightly skinny palm on the stone door.
Not long.
He turned around and warned Jiang Zirou earnestly: "Be careful, benefactor, don't let the demons in it escape..."
"Senior, don't worry."
Jiang Zirou nodded, waved his hand, and in an instant, the surging spiritual energy gathered.
"Roar!"
There was a deafening dragon chant.
A thunderbolt fell, the scales were shiny, and a huge real dragon was formed, entrenched around the Demon Suppressing Tower. At the same time, there were waves rippling in the lake, fallen leaves fluttering in the wind, and even flying swallows passing by from the sky.
They all fell into absolute silence.
like a statue.
"What a clever formation!"
This Lord Buddha is also the top formation master in the world.
The 108 Bronze Man Formation and the Demon Suppressing Tower in front of him are both his masterpieces. He naturally saw the mystery in Jiang Zirou's waving.
"Unexpectedly, the benefactor also has such attainments in the way of formation!"
The old man sighed.
Of course he can do the same formation, but it requires a lot of preparation, time and rare materials in the early stage, but Jiang Zirou can form it with a wave of his hand, and the gap between them is naturally clear at a glance.
Such formation technique attainments.
Even in the new world, I am afraid that no one can surpass him.
"Senior's reputation is too high, it's a small trick that doesn't matter."
Jiang Zirou nodded slightly.
Seeing the formation of the formation, the old man finally felt relieved and began to open the Demon Suppressing Tower in front of him.
Not long.
"Crack!"
The sound of gears turning came from the huge stone gate, and the eyes of the two arhats outside the gate glowed red.
"laugh!"
A black devilish aura with a strong smell of blood came from the crack of the door. The Buddha's originally slightly peaceful eyes tightened instantly, his aura was horrifying, and the golden light lingered behind him, as if a giant Buddha was about to walk out of it.
Jiang Zirou was tall and tall, her aura became more and more ethereal, and the double pupils were surrounded by runes, and she had also entered a fighting state.
The door is fully opened.
However, the scene in it was unexpected.
The Demon Suppressing Tower was pitch black, except for a few oil lamps burning in the corners. Under the dim light, the space as far as the eye could see was filled with sticky blood, broken limbs, and demons who were dying.
"Slap!"
The stone door opened, and a corpse fell to the ground.
This is a middle-aged demon cultivator. Judging from the residual demonic energy on his body, he is about the cultivation level of a master, so he is obviously not weak.
But the look on his face was extremely terrifying.
His face was twisted ferociously, his fingers left deep bloodstains on the stone gate, the bones of his fingers were snapped abruptly, his lower body was nowhere to be seen, and the organs in his body were splashed everywhere.
"What happened here..."
Jiang Zirou covered her mouth and nose, and looked around with agile eyes, "Most of the blood has been solidified, these people should have died for a while!"
Just as he was about to continue talking, he saw the veins on the head of the old man beside him stretched out. At some point, a broom appeared in his hand.
She just thought of it.
This Buddhist disciple has obsessive-compulsive disorder in tidying up.
"Senior! Now is not the time to make these things, go and have a look at it first!"
Jiang Zirou grabbed Fozi's cassock and said helplessly.
"you are right!"
The old man reluctantly put down the broom in his hand, and brought Jiang Zirou to the end of the first floor.
In order to prevent the demon heads in the Demon Town Tower from fighting and devouring each other.
There are seals between the first floor and the first floor of the Demon Suppressing Tower.
But now.
The seal between different floors was broken.
"It was broken open with brute force... what a powerful force!"
Even Buddhists are well-informed.
When he saw the hole where the gravel splashed, he couldn't help but change his face slightly.
The Demon Town Tower was built by him himself.
Some of these places are so mysterious that even Jiang Zirou's double pupils can't see through. How strong this tower is, no monster can escape from it for thousands of years.
But now...
But he was smashed open with his fist alive.
"Fortunately, benefactor, you came in time... Otherwise, the Demon Suppressing Tower may really be broken, and at that time, it will be a real catastrophe!"
There was a trace of cold sweat on the old man's forehead.
He said with some fear, and at the same time, the little grudges in his heart were completely let go.
"These damages may have been caused by my apprentice..."
Jiang Zirou gently stroked her chin, and the originally worried mood gradually calmed down, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that he has a good life these days."
Jiang Zirou smiled and continued: "Let's go, let's go see him."
"This is truly amazing."
This Buddhist disciple still has some impressions of Ling Xiao, but when he was suppressing Ling Xiao outside Daonan City that day, although Ling Xiao's demonic energy was strong, his realm was not high, he was only in the middle level of the master realm.
Therefore, he did not intervene much.
Even if those disciples imprison him at the bottom, of course, there are some selfishness in this.
He knew that Ling Xiao was fighting for the people in Daonan City, and he was imprisoned at the bottom of the Demon Suppressing Tower. With Ling Xiao's own cultivation, he could easily live for a long time, and he could even use the formations in the Demon Suppressing Tower to Fa, slowly regain sanity.
It's just, never thought... Ling Xiao's power is much stronger than he imagined.
Actually broke the seal in different floors.
The two of them went up all the way, and the more they went up, the more frightened the Buddha was.
Up to the ninety-ninth floor, the Buddhist disciple saw the tattered corpse of the three-headed demon fox and the skull covered with brains.
"This demon is also dead..."
The old man clasped his hands together with compassion on his face:
"This demon fox was originally a pitiful person. If he didn't still have a trace of humanity, and took the initiative to disperse all his magic powers and catch him without a fight, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to imprison him. It's a pity..."
"Sorry, when people are old, they always like to recall some past things."
The old man had a slight apology on his face:
"Let's keep going. It's the last floor. I don't know if it's the inner demon or your disciple who is suppressing it."