"There are many unstable factors in the Demon Refining Tower, please be careful."
The second round of trials of the Ten Dharma Conference began at noon on the next day of the Lantern Festival, in front of the famous Demon Refinement Pagoda.
As the representative of the elders, Tian Xianzi stood at the gate of the towering white tower, giving a speech like a final exam mobilization meeting.
While listening to him explain the rules, Ning Ning looked up at the tall white shadow not far away, feeling a little shocked in her heart.
The Demon Refining Pagoda is located on Lingtian Peak in Kunshan. The top of the peak is cloudy with clouds and mists rising. Occasionally, cranes croak past, and a line of fleeting shadows pass across the sky.
The sunlight passed through the layers of fog, as if thousands of golden swords were tearing through the smoke, making the giant tower gradually show its solemn figure.
The tower body is built of snow-white marble, tall and thin, straight into the sky, like a giant sword standing on the top of the mountain, showing a little golden light in the sunlight.
There are six corners on the eaves of the white pagoda, engraved with various talismans and spells.
According to Tian Xianzi, the Demon Refinement Pagoda was formerly a demonic realm where evil spirits and monsters are entrenched and often go to the human world to do evil.
Fortunately, the ancestors of Kunshan came forward to subdue the demons, and created a secret realm with all the strength of the whole body, and suppressed all the demons in the realm. The appearance outside the secret realm is a pure white tower.
Later, or out of habit, coupled with the strong repressive power of the tower itself, the descendants of Kunshan often imprisoned the evil spirits in the tower, called the "refining demon tower". prison.
"The Demon Refinement Tower has a total of 100 floors. The higher you go, the stronger the demon beasts are."
Tian Xianzi sobered up, stood upright and stood in front of the tower, quite high-spirited, and it was hard to think of the drunken dog who ran wild with horses that day: "You will be randomly sent to each tower floor, The number of floors will be marked at the entrance of the secret realm, if you feel powerless and unable to defeat the monster on that floor, you can choose to exit this floor and start the next random round."
"Doesn't that have a lot of freedom?"
Zheng Weiqi was gearing up, her eyes flashed with eagerness: "I thought I had to climb layer by layer. Since that's the case, there's no need to waste time on the lower floors."
If you want to fight, you have to fight the fiercest opponent. Senior Sister is indeed a typical sword cultivator in the Yuan Ying period.
Ning Ning sighed inwardly, and suddenly heard a disciple ask, "Elder Tianxian, won't the disciples of Jindan Yuan Ying be separated this time?"
"good."
Tian Xianzi curled his lips into a smile: "When you step into the real world of self-cultivation and fight against evil spirits, how can it care whether you are of the same rank? But having said that, this trial is different from the first round. There's another rule—"
"In the Demon Refinement Tower, no one is allowed to harm other disciples. You have learned how to compete before, and in this round, you should try to cooperate."
Some people wondered: "Since this is the case, wouldn't it be possible to collude with each other and let Yuan Ying bring Jin Dan to kill everywhere?"
"That brings up another very interesting rule."
Tian Xianzi smiled mysteriously, and the end of his eyes evoked a playful arc.
"The tower floors you enter are completely random. Teammates who fight side by side in a certain floor will definitely be separated when they enter the next floor."
He explained very patiently: "And the number of people that can be accommodated on each floor is limited, and the opportunity for each person to exit the floor and choose again is also limited. If you want to meet your fellow students in a random way, it's better to get rid of this idea as soon as possible."
In other words, this trial is very random.
Teammates and opponents can't choose by themselves. The only way to get more points is to constantly run in with the disciples of various sects and defeat the monsters in the white tower through cooperation.
"Each tower is a completely different illusion, with more than one demon in it."
Tian Xianzi was very interested, as if he could not wait to watch the progress in front of the mysterious mirror, so he spoke a lot faster: "When the demon dies, everyone on the floor can get corresponding points. The higher the tower, the stronger the demon is. The stronger you are, the higher the score you can get."
He raised his eyebrows and glanced at everyone present: "Do you understand? Is there anything else you don't understand?"
There was silence.
After a short silence, someone finally dared to raise their hands and asked, "Elder Tianxian, I heard that you and a monk danced a beautiful sword dance last night. What's the name of that dance?"
Tian Xianzi squinted his eyes, the blue veins on his forehead twisted into a "well" shape.
Tian Xianzi: "It's called 'I'll kill you if I ask again'."
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To be honest, Ning Ning was still a little nervous about entering the Demon Refinement Tower.
This tower has always only existed in the book of words used to scare people. Unlike the Buddha Tower of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, it is not an illusion. The demons imprisoned in it all exist. No matter which one is brought out alone, it can be called Xiaoer. night cry.
When she read the original text, one of the most impressive episodes was Pei Ji's experience in the Demon Refinement Tower.
He never seemed to feel timid, and even when he reached the top, he would still draw his sword to meet the enemy without hesitation. Even with the protection of the protagonist's halo, he was still wounded and covered in blood, and he seized the last chance in the desperate situation.
This made her heartbroken and thought seriously:
Is there anything in this world that makes Pei Ji fear or hesitate? Will he, like everyone else, cringe at some point
Ning Ning couldn't think of it.
He seems to be working hard forever, and there is no time to stop.
She walked to the main entrance of the Demon Refining Pagoda with confused thoughts in her head.
The pure white pagoda door was wide open. Although the sky outside was bright and the sun was shining brightly, the inside of the door was murky and dim, as if it was filled with ink, and no brilliance could be seen.
In other words, the space seemed to not exist at all.
Ning Ning grabbed the hilt of the sword and stepped forward. The moment he stepped right inside the entrance, in the blink of an eye, the scene changed in front of him.
The first thing that invades all the senses is the cold that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
As far as the eye can see, there is a vast expanse of whiteness, and the sky is full of goose feather-like snow. In the silver clad, as soon as she bows her head, she sees the stone tablet beside her.
Ice and snow were condensed on the stone tablet, and the smog swirled and spread out like a spider web. She looked closely and finally saw the numbers engraved on the tablet.
Fifty.
A number that is neither good nor bad, just right in the middle.
But it is precisely because of this that it is difficult for her to judge the difficulty of this layer.
The howling wind roared like a wild beast, and with bursts of coldness biting on the earlobe, Ning Ning subconsciously covered her cold arm, raised her eyes and looked around.
The withered branches of the trees looked like skeletons crawling on the ground, and they were all white, except for the whimpering of the winter wind, which reminded her of the long mourning of the funeral for no reason.
The entrance to the fantasy world where she is located is a decadent open space, which should belong to a safe area that will not be invaded by demons. If you want to go to the more open main field, you must cross a single-plank bridge that spans the cliffs on both sides.
In front of the single-plank bridge, a very familiar figure stood impressively.
Ning Ning was startled and called out the man's name: "He Zhizhou?"
Hearing her voice, He Zhizhou suddenly turned his head, showing an expression that was so excited that he was about to cry: "Ningning!"
it's fate! God is doomed! There are so many disciples participating in the Fa conference, and meeting the most reliable one in the sect is simply a blessing that he has cultivated in three lifetimes!
"Should we go over this bridge?" Ning Ning said, stepping forward, looking down at the cliff.
In the darkness, there were a few strange low-pitched howls, and in any case, she absolutely did not want to experience it in person.
It was at this moment that she finally understood the reason why He Zhizhou was hesitating in front of the single-plank bridge.
He is afraid of heights.
Because of his severe fear of heights, this person even stayed at the kindergarten level in Yujian Fei.
Yujian was not allowed to fly in the Demon Refining Pagoda, and now facing this cliff, he must be timid and dare not take a step forward.
"This is too scary."
He Zhizhou used his best courage to look down, and quickly took a step back: "This bridge looks very overhanging, won't it break midway when we climb halfway? Even if it continues, it snows so hard. , the bridge must be full of water and ice, and if we happen to touch it, we will have to roll down after slipping - it's horrible!"
This is the mental journey of people suffering from acrophobia. In any case, they can always make up for the countless ways to die while standing at a high place.
Although he exaggerated, he also had some truth. After all, Ning Ning is still young, and she is also a little terrified of the abyss in front of her. After thinking for a while, she has an idea: "I think of a way - you follow me."
He Zhizhou looked at her blankly.
The elders outside the mysterious mirror were also watching her every move.
"What do you think she will think of?"
Ji Yun said with a smile: "This bridge looks particularly fragile. If you want to use swordsmanship, it might shatter immediately."
Zhen Xiao answered honestly: "There is no other way but to walk across the bridge. If there is anything else... Maybe you can hang your body in the air, hold the bridge board with both hands, and swing over like a rope."
"Isn't this more difficult than simply walking over!"
Tian Xianzi glanced at him: "If you want me to say, according to Ning Ning's habit of not taking the usual way, maybe he will lift He Zhizhou over his head - have you seen acrobatics? It's easy to regard him as a wooden pole for balancing strength. can pass."
Ji Yun's round eyes rolled up, and the image he mentioned instantly appeared in his mind.
Ning Ning, like a loving old mother, used her thin shoulders to lift up Chi'er's body, which was disabled and strong. When she stepped on the single-plank bridge, He Zhizhou's upright body also trembled with the wind, even with his hideous face. expression.
Screen inscription: "Heroic Mother".
Aw, so weird.
Ji Yunkai: "It's a bit like Elder Xian's butterfly dance last night."
Tian Xianzi: "Go away!"
Tian Xianzi lowered his head cursingly, and continued to keep his eyes on the profound mirror.
It was at this moment that he finally couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Seeing Ning Ning's frozen hands and feet, he turned around and gave He Zhizhou a thumbs up.
And without hesitation...
Lying on the ground
The elders of the Xuanxu Sword Sect held their breaths and stared at the mysterious mirror. With Ning Ning's movements, the earthquake in their pupils became bigger and bigger and more ruthless.
No words can describe her state at this time.
Ning Ning's hands and feet twisted into a weird right-angle shape, and the whole body shrank sharply to the left front, and at the same time, his left hand and left foot moved forward at the same time.
Then, in the next instant, he repeated this movement with his right body as if moving like a cloud.
Her movements are getting faster and faster, her body seems to be twitching toads moving forward alternately, crawling fast in the posture of lying on the single-plank bridge, her whole body is tightly attached to the plank, which is very strange.
And Ning Ning himself actually raised the corners of his lips when he was about to reach the end, and laughed wildly in the cold wind in the attitude of a winner.
It's really scary fucking cry with horror, horror is dead.
This is definitely not an action that people can think of.
Tian Xianzi almost felt that his scoundrel had been raped by an octopus spider.
"Actually, it is—"
The eyes in front of the mysterious mirror were extremely shocking, only He Zhizhou's voice resounded through the snowfield, inexplicably brought a bit of moving and Nianjia's cry, every word, full of strength: "The fifth military training, crawl forward!!! "
Tian Xianzi and the others didn't know what "military training" was, let alone what "creeping forward" was. They could only watch the two of them cross the bridge in this posture with different expressions. When they came to the other side of the cliff, they felt very There was a tacit salute.
Although they are in the snow and ice now, they seem to have returned to that lost summer.
The two of them knew nothing about this tower, and every step forward was a risk.
Ning Ning had planned to discuss the next battle plan with He Zhizhou first, but at the moment when this idea emerged, he heard a sudden loud noise in the vast expanse of snow not far away.
There was silence all around, and the loud noise was particularly prominent. Ning Ning's heart rang loudly, looking for the source of the sound, she couldn't help clenching the star-marked sword in her hand.
Two figures rushed from a distance, as if they were fleeing desperately; and behind them was a huge snow-white skeleton, and a wave of their fleshless palms caused the mountain top to tremble and snow to fly.
"It's a necromantic demon. I heard that it can determine the location of its prey by breathing. Any species that breathe can be sensed by it—"
He Zhizhou said for a while, with a little more shock in his tone: "Wait, the one running in front... Isn't that Xu Ye! What is his posture?"
Ning Ning looked at it intently and frowned slightly.
Xu Ye walked side by side with another unfamiliar disciple she had never seen before. Although their bodies were facing forward, their heads were facing each other, like two mature trees with crooked necks, maintaining a very twisted shape. The posture is desperately running.
In their mouths, a hollow bamboo tube was attached.
After roughly guessing the thinking of the two, Ning Ning's expression was a little stern, and he suddenly realized.
I see!
Because everyone can breathe, as long as the bamboo poles are used to connect each other's mouths, the continuous exchange of oxygen can be achieved. During the back and forth, the breathing can always be kept smooth, but there will be no oxygen overflow.
In this way, even if you keep inhaling and exhaling, you will never be noticed by the demon!
A well-deserved breathing perpetual motion machine, to be able to come up with such a wonderful plan, is simply a crouching dragon and phoenix in the world of self-cultivation, making people willing to bow down and fall into the ground!
- A great hammer! ! !
Isn't this madly sucking the carbon dioxide in the other's mouth!
Help! The movements of these two crooked necks and shaking hands are really weird and scary, like they are playing "The Revenge of the Siamese Baby Ghosts"! Moreover, Xu Ye's face has turned the color of pig liver, and he started rolling his eyes while running!
Don't be mad, absolutely absolutely mad! Both of them have already started to twitch their limbs and they are about to die, so who the hell came up with such a bad idea!
One of these two dares to think, and the other dares to act. They are well-deserved lying silkworm chicks in the cultivation world, and they are peerless partners.
Before Ning Ning could help him, Xu Ye rolled his eyes and leaned back crazily in a heart-wrenching posture like falling flowers. His liver-colored face seemed to have been stir-fried and dyed a shocking red.
And the bamboo tube was spit out by him, and suddenly poured into the mouth of the other disciple under the thrust.
Outside the mysterious mirror, there was silence.
The trial started less than a cup of tea, and the elites of various sects showed their skills, shocking all the sects.
First, Xuanxu disciples incarnated human toads and crawled across the bridge. Later, Wanjianzong did not fall behind, and actually performed suicide in public under the pursuit of demons. Well, my life is up to me!
I really don't know what tragic things will happen next, the ten-way meeting is so terrifying!