Chapter 1381 (1/2)

”This drum can best play the rules of Ganges.” Ling Han holds the drum, which is too old. It seems that if you fall to the ground, you will be broken into pieces. ”However, in the hands of the star realm, it should not reach such a height, otherwise my heart should burst before, rather than be injured.”

”This should be the treasure of Anyuan. In front of the people in Baolin Pavilion, I'd better not expose it. It's just a few words written on my forehead. I killed Lin Zihong.”

”Strictly speaking, I didn't kill Lin Zihong. He blew himself up.”

”Ha ha, but as long as it is not in the cloud top star, this drum can be used at will. Especially when I go to the four star regions, I will step into the Ganges, which can play a wonderful role.”

”The most important thing is the immortal sword. It is worthy of being a fairy sword. As long as it is cut into the flesh, the vital part will die. If it is not, the injured part will be cut off immediately and self-protection can be achieved. Otherwise, evil spirit will spread and death will still happen.”

”This is a higher-level rule. Even if the magic sword has not been really used as an immortal tool, it is still above the ordinary artifact.”

Ling Han picked up the weapon and murmured in his heart.

He gave himself six days to wander around. On the seventh day, he had to rush to the hub of this floor. If it was the same as the word ”Taiyang hall”, which could make him resonate and absorb the power, wouldn't he be able to take another step forward?

This is the world of Shenyao, with infinite value, which makes Linghan harvest happily.

However, this layer is different from the first layer after all. The monster beast can't be put into the black tower if Ling Han says that he can harvest it. He has self-consciousness and must be defeated first. If he can be defeated, does he still need to be admitted into the black tower?

The monsters here are all associated with Shenyao. They don't feed on Shenyao, but absorb the power of the medicine overflowing from it, so that they can become powerful together.

Most of the monsters are at the level of the sun and moon. Ling Han can suppress them with one hand, but there are also those in the star realm, which needs a little bit of trouble. But when he meets the star state, Ling Han has to walk around. First, he will lead the monster away, and then he will go back to pick the magic medicine.

When there was no one, Ling Han tried the drum, which had limited lethality to the great perfection of the star world. It could hurt, but it also made the monster more crazy.

The most terrifying thing is that there is an old turtle in the Ganges River, which is as huge as a mountain, and on its back is a kind of thirteen level magic medicine, which is a tea tree, named Chan Dao tea.

Leaves can be put into tea - of course, it needs the alchemist's refining to refine the artistic conception and rules of heaven and earth - taste can help to understand the Tao, which is helpful to the martial arts in Ganges River and below.

Ling Han tried his best to face the existence of a Ganges River. He couldn't bear the breath.

This is still the old turtle who has been sleeping. Otherwise, if it takes the initiative to kill, there will never be any living creatures in the second layer.

Ling Han spent two days here. He even threw the Wuxiang sage out, but it still didn't work. The former sage was really good at frightening people, but the old turtle was sleeping and couldn't wake up. How could he be scared?

Moreover, if there was no hourglass on his head, he immediately began to feel empty as soon as he came out. He wanted to be ostracized by the medicine King cave. Ling Han quickly took back the Wuxiang sage and was inevitably cursed by the former sage.

”Forget it, a good man doesn't suffer from immediate loss, and a good man doesn't care about his little gain and loss.” He comforted himself, but his face was distorted and insincere.

Sigh, Ling Han went to a few valuable places, or there is no small harvest, finally came to the end of this layer.

The house of washing dust.

Ling Han looked at the three words above the palace and found that there was some kind of power sealed in it, but what made him depressed was that he could not resonate with it, so as to collect this power.