Chatper 216 (1/2)

"It feels so good, it seems that I can break through to the sixth level of the real astral realm after passing through the second floor!" Yang Xuan said with a smile, this Ancestral Witch Pagoda is indeed well-deserved. can be greatly improved.

hum!

Suddenly, the surrounding space distorted, and when Yang Xuan came back to his senses, he found himself in a small hall.

"This should be the second floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower." Yang Xuan whispered, and immediately found that there were many lichs around him. The number was twice that of the first floor. Needless to say, the strength was stronger, but Yang Xuan He is a monster, and his strength cannot be judged by his cultivation. Before these lichs could start, he attacked first, wielding a silver sword and slaughtering.

As the rabbits rose and the birds fell, a group of liches died tragically, and Yang Xuan also gained a lot of the power of the witch gods, and his cultivation base broke through to the sixth level of the real astral realm without any accident, and the real essence in the sea of ​​qi was even more concentrated.

"Haha, well, this is completely the good fortune sent to me, I must pass the ninth floor this time." Yang Xuan was ecstatic, the speed of this practice is too fast, I don't know how many times faster than meditating and practicing Qi. .

On the third floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower, the number of lich has reached hundreds, and the screams of some lich can make people dizzy, but Yang Xuan is determined and unaffected at all, he cast shadow escape, his body is like a ghost Usually rushing out, the silver long sword in his hand draws splendid sword lights, full of supreme killing will, beheading hundreds of lich like melons and vegetables.

Boom!

A majestic power of the witch god poured into the sea of ​​​​qi, and Yang Xuan felt that the real energy in the sea of ​​​​qi had grown a lot. If it increased a little, it would break through to the seventh heaven of the real astral realm.

"The power of the witch god is really strong. This is because my cultivation base is too high. If I only have the cultivation base of the fifth or sixth level of the condensed yuan realm, I would have broken through to the real astral realm when I reached the third floor."

In the flickering thoughts, Yang Xuan came to the fourth floor, started killing the lich around him, plundered the power of the witch god, and successfully broke through to the seventh heaven of the real astral realm.

In the following time, Yang Xuan was like a broken bamboo, breaking through the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors at an unparalleled speed.

When he reached the eighth floor, he finally encountered resistance.

The reason is very simple. There are too many liches, and the entire eighth-floor hall is crowded. Moreover, these liches have made a qualitative leap in both size and strength.

In particular, two of the giant lich were definitely at the level of a lich leader, and their strength was comparable to that of the warriors in the seventh and eighth levels of the Vientiane Realm.

Yang Xuan was attacked by many lich and two lich leaders, and finally had to unite with the war puppet.

For this reason, he also took some effort to clear the hall, obtained a large amount of the power of the witch god, and successfully broke through to the eighth heaven of the real astral realm.

However, something strange happened, Yang Xuan waited for a long time on the eighth floor and did not reach the ninth floor.

Just when he waited impatiently and wanted to crush the Ancestral Witch Jade Talisman and leave, the space in front of him was distorted, and a bloody light appeared in the void a few meters in front of him, and then slowly became solid, forming a shape. Bloody eyeballs.

This bloody eyeball was as big as a fist. Yang Xuan stared at it, and his mind trembled involuntarily. This eyeball was extremely strange, giving him an unspeakable terrifying pressure.

"Human, your strength is very strong. You are the second person who has stepped on the eighth floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower in ten thousand years." An indifferent voice came from the blood-colored eyeballs.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Yang Xuanqiang calmed down, doubting whether the blood-colored eyeballs in front of him were artifacts of the Ancestral Witch Pagoda.

All artifacts have artifact spirits, and artifacts are immortal. Unless they are destroyed by external forces, artifact spirits will not die out, and they belong to an immortal existence.

"Humans, don't be nervous, I am the artifact spirit of the Zuwu Pagoda, you can call me a blood spirit."

"I have seen Lord Xue Ling."

"Well, I'm not talking nonsense with you. Since your potential has not reached the heaven level, and you are not the descendant of my Lord Witch God, the ninth floor of the Zuwu Tower will not be open to you."

"If that's the case, then the kid will leave."

"Don't worry, don't you humans have a saying like this, the rule is that the dead are the living, I decided to let you enter the ninth floor."

"Oh, why is that?"

Hearing the words, the blood spirit was silent for a long time before saying: "My lord the witch god built the Ancestral Witch Tower, hoping to leave a little chance for his descendants, but no one has been able to break through the eighth floor for ten thousand years, and the Witch God in the Ancestral Witch Tower The power is almost exhausted, and by then, I will also fall into a deep sleep, and it will take a long time to wake up."

"I see." Yang Xuan nodded and asked, "I wonder if Lord Xue Ling will make it more difficult for me to break into the ninth floor?"

This is Yang Xuan's most concerned issue. If the blood spirit increases the difficulty, he is not sure that he will be able to pass through, and even pay the price of his life.

"Don't worry, I won't increase the difficulty of the ninth floor. As long as you can pass the ninth floor, you will not only get a lot of witch god's power, but also get a secret treasure left by my lord."

Having said this, Xue Ling paused and said: "Human, I have to remind you that the ninth floor of the Ancestral Witch Tower is completely different from the previous eight floors. It is a real killing field, and the Ancestral Witch Jade Talisman cannot be used in it. You have to get through, if you can't get through, you have to die inside, are you willing to go in?"

Yang Xuan looked serious and remained silent. He was not afraid of death, but he could not die because he still had to save Qin Lan and find his father and Uncle Fu.

"Why, don't you want to, yes, you humans have always been greedy for life and fear of death." Xue Ling said with a slight sarcasm.

"Lord Xueling's words are bad, not all human beings are greedy for life and fear of death."