In Xiang Nan's eyes, there was a trace of clarity, fighting against the black air.
"Quicken the sun!" Mengdie screamed.
Xiang Nan shivered in a daze: "What?"
"I'll let you quench the sun! Hurry up!" Mengdie shouted: "Think of me, think of your master Xu Caiyue, think of you and your family!"
"Ah?" Xiang Nanru was struck by lightning, he hastily raised his right hand and shouted, "Sun God Art!"
A violent sunlight blasted down, and this time, the sunlight actually knocked Xiang Nan onto Jiaolong's head.
Xiang Nan let out a scream, and most of the black air in his body evaporated in an instant.
Xiang Nan's eyes flickered, he hurriedly got up and sat cross-legged, and began to run the Jiuqing Qiankun Kung Fu quickly.
Slowly, his mind became more and more clear, and the clarity in his eyes began to gain the upper hand.
At this time, the sword of the dead suddenly trembled, and a sword soul suddenly rushed into Xiang Nan's eyebrows, trying to capture Xiang Nan by force!
And in Xiang Nan's body, the god-grade thunder pulse talent was suddenly touched.
boom!
Divine grade talent directly crushed the sword soul of the sword of the dead to the "ground."
The sword soul was so frightened that he "flew out of his wits", and was not even an ant in front of the divine talent.
For the first time in his life, the Sword of the Dead felt the fear of being crushed. It had never seen this rare talent in all ages.
Xiang Nan frowned and said, "Get out."
The sword soul immediately fled and returned to the body of the sword of the dead.
"Huh..." Xiang Nan heaved a sigh of relief, finally fully awake.
And Mengdie patted her chest in fright: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous."
Xiang Nan looked at Mengdie apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, I was too complacent, and my consciousness was almost dominated by the sword of the dead."
"Fortunately, you are resourceful and tricked me into using the Jiuqing Qiankun Gong, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
Mengdie hurriedly grabbed Xiang Nan's wrist: "Although this sword of the dead is powerful, you are willing to use it, but your realm is really not enough. It is a bit too much for a returning warrior to use a mysterious weapon."
"Well, I know." Xiang Nan looked at the black sword in his hand, and said, "Just now it actually wanted to dominate me, if you want to, just destroy it."
The sword of the dead began to tremble in fear.
But Xiang Nan shook his head again, he found that he couldn't do this, he didn't have the ability to destroy a black soldier, and to be honest, he was somewhat reluctant.
"Take it with you." Mengdie said: "As long as you don't use it too much like today, if you use it a little at ordinary times, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"En." Xiang Nan nodded.
This time it was really used too much, so many monsters were revived at once, the harder you use it, the more people will be dominated.
Xiang Nan directly stuffed the sword of the dead into the ring, and at this moment, all the skeleton monsters disbanded, and the two of them also fell from the sky.
Xiang Nan put away the bone meal of the two dragons, and said, "I almost forgot about Xiaoque, go back and look for it."
The two hurried back to the eighth floor.
Snapped!
The little bird stood on Xiang Nan's shoulder, slapped Xiang Nan's face with the tip of its wings, and pointed at itself and the sky with the tips of its wings indignantly.
That meaning seems to say, the deity is looking for pages for you, but you leave the deity here and ignore it! Slap you to death, shameless.
Xiang Nan smiled wryly: "I'm sorry Xiaoque, there won't be a next time, I promise."
The bird narrowed one eye, flashed a sinister cold light, then turned its head and jumped directly onto Mengdie's shoulder.
Mengdie smiled and hugged Xiao Que in her arms, comforting her gently.
"This little guy has a grudge against me, forget it, let's go to the ninth floor."
That Dong Wushang didn't know where he fled, let alone whether he would find it again.
Xiang Nan didn't want to stay here for too long, so he carried Mengdie on his back and ran all the way to the entrance of the space-time passage, entering the ninth floor of the magic sea.
But as soon as he entered the ninth floor space-time zone, Xiang Nan felt his body sink suddenly, and the dragon blood knife sank into the ground with a whoosh, leaving only the handle of the knife still exposed.
Xiang Nan, on the other hand, lost all of his vitality, and sat on the ground when he was taken by the dragon blood knife.
"What's wrong?" Mengdie was startled: "Why did you fall all of a sudden?"
"My strength is gone." Xiang Nan clenched his fists curiously, and found that he was weak all over, no different from an ordinary person.
"Ah? Why is this happening? Is it a side effect of the Sword of the Dead?" Mengdie asked hurriedly.
Xiang Nan shook his head: "No, it's a problem on this floor. Look, there's a tall tower in front! There's a stone tablet here, let's see the stone tablet first."
There are four big characters written on the stone tablet: the original heart of martial arts.
The two looked at the high tower again, and found that the tower had twelve floors, and above the top of the tower was a space-time channel suspended.
"It seems that if you want to enter the next floor, you have to climb the tower, and I don't know what the rules of this floor are, so let's go and have a look first." Xiang Nan was in doubt, and subconsciously wanted to carry Mengdie.
Mengdie smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "You are an ordinary person like me, so you don't need to carry it, I will go by myself."
Xiang Nan was helpless, he tried to pick up the dragon blood knife, but the dragon blood knife was so heavy, he pulled it out several times, but the blade still didn't move.
"I can't even hold the weapon anymore." Xiang Nan sighed, he could only use the ring to hold the handle of the knife, and directly sucked the dragon blood knife into the ring.
This world is beautiful, with blue sky and white clouds.
Passing through the oppressive time and space zones on the previous floors, the two of them felt very dull. Now they came to this floor, and their moods became much more open.
The two walked curiously all the way, while chatting about the situation here, before they knew it, they came to the tower.
On the first floor of the twelve-story tower, there is the main entrance to the tower, and there is a huge plaque hanging on the tower body, with a big "Wu" written in gold letters on it.
Xiang Nan and Mengdie looked at each other, and they stepped into the tower.
This tower is not high, and each floor is only about ten meters long, but it occupies a large area. The diameter of the space inside the tower reaches about a kilometer, which is extremely open.
And in the tower on the first floor, there was actually a middle-aged man wearing plain training clothes.
Seeing this person, Xiang Nan and Mengdie subconsciously stopped.
Xiang Nan looked at the middle-aged man curiously, and found that he had kind eyebrows, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a Chinese-character face.
Although there was always a faint smile on that man's face, Xiang Nan felt a kind of respect from this man, which was a kind of unfathomable martial arts background.
"Are you..." Xiang Nan asked suspiciously, "Are you the passer-by, or the owner of this tower?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My humble Bai Wuya is the guardian of this martial tower."
"Bai Wuya!" Xiang Nan and Mengdie cried out at the same time, and the faces of the two of them showed the most shocked expressions ever.
"Are you really Senior Bai Wuya?" Na Xiangnan looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief.
"You... Are you a living person or a dead person?" Mengdie opened her mouth wide, and it took a long time before she asked such a sentence.
The name Bai Wuya is too resounding! People in martial arts, almost everyone knows everyone.
Because in the history of martial arts, Bai Wuya is considered to be the originator of martial arts and the pioneer of the entire martial arts.