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Boom!
As if a divine dragon was born, the surface of Lingjing Lake surges.
Then, a silver-white white tower roared out, flying very fast, straight into the sky.
This scene was so shocking that almost all the monks at the scene opened their mouths involuntarily and could no longer close them.
Because the aura coming from this white tower is too mysterious and vicissitudes of life, even if they are far apart, many foundation-building monks can feel the oppression from their souls.
At the same time that the white tower appeared, two streams of light flew out from the Qianling Sect and flew straight towards the direction of the white tower. Nascent Soul monks from the Beast Control Sect and the Puppet Sect also flew out and headed here. Shoot out.
From the depths of the Qianling Mountains, strange sounds of beast roars and bird songs rang out. A fish, dragon and a green luan flew out side by side, flying towards the White Tower at high speed.
They are all sub-divine beasts with a trace of dragon and phoenix blood flowing in their bodies. Even without training, they can possess the strength of twelfth-level monsters when they reach adulthood.
The twelfth-level monsters correspond to the high-level strength of the human Nascent Soul, and because of the bloodline of the mythical beasts, they have the power to fight even against the great monks in the early stages of becoming gods.
"Ancestral dragon, I smell the aura of the ancestral dragon. If I can obtain the bloodline of the ancestral dragon, I can transform into a true dragon."
The ichthyosaur spits out human words, its whole body is glowing with gold, its front half is a fish head, and the second half of its life is a dragon body. At this time, it relies on the deepest sense of its bloodline to feel that there is what it desires most in front of it.
"If the aura of the immortal phoenix can be integrated into my body, I can break through and become the body of the phoenix. There is hope for overcoming the tribulation."
Qingluan is several hundred feet tall and speaks the same language, with undisguised desire in his eyes.
For big monsters like them, being able to break through the shackles of blood is the most important thing in the world.
The Nascent Soul cultivator can escape light at an alarmingly fast speed, almost traveling thousands of miles in an instant.
In less than half a minute after the White Tower appeared, there were seven figures floating next to the White Tower.
These seven figures exuded strong coercion, causing many foundation-building monks in the valley to kneel on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
"Qinglian old drunkard, five hundred years have passed and you are still alive."
¡°Get out of here, if that tiger dragon you raise dies, I won¡¯t die.¡±
"Fellow Taoist Huangfu, I didn't expect that in just a hundred years, you would shed your elixir and transform into an infant. There is hope for the great road."
Most of these Nascent Soul cultivators know each other, and their grievances and grievances are entangled.
But usually, they are all cultivating separately, and there is nothing that can bring them together.
Of these seven Nascent Soul cultivators, there are two from the Qianling Sect and only one from the Beast Control Sect. However, the tiger dragon he raised was a twelfth-level monster, but he did not take it out.
"The Puppet Sect also has two Yuanying monks, but these two Yuanying monks have transformed themselves into golden armored warriors, able to explode the high-level power of Yuanying.
As for the remaining two high-level Nascent Soul beings, they are Yulong and Qingluan. They are on the same level as the human race. Now that they meet, they have nothing to say.
"Okay, everyone, please be quiet. We are here to compete for opportunities. This White Tower should be the trial tower of the Celestial Clan. It has appeared several times in the long years, but those few times have always appeared in the center. Territory, there was a bloody storm."
The old Yuanying monk from Qianling Sect coughed, his expression seemed to be lost in memories.
"Oh, the Celestial Tribe's Trial Tower? What can you say?"
Seeing that someone actually knew the details of this white tower, the Nascent Soul cultivators present couldn't help but look at the old Nascent Soul cultivator of Qianling Sect, their eyes were filled with surprise and a hint of awe.
This old Yuanying monk from Qianling Sect has lived for nearly a thousand years and can be called an antique.
????????? The lifespan of a Yuanying Stage monk is at most a thousand years, which means that this old Qianling Sect monk has only a few years to live.
If he cannot break through to the state of transformation before the end of his lifespan, even if this old monk in the Nascent Soul stage steps into the realm of transformation, he will still turn into a handful of loess in the end.
"The Celestial Race is an extraterrestrial race. They are powerful, greedy, and full of aggression. Thousands of years ago, the Celestial Race invaded our world. Hundreds of white towers descended, and all life was devastated. Later, some immortals took action, paying a heavy price to obliterate the Celestial Race, and destroyed the White Celestial Race. The tower was transformed into a trial tower.¡±
"There are nineteen floors in the White Tower, and treasures are placed on each floor. However, throughout the ages, even the most geniuses can only break through to the fifteenth floor of the White Tower, so the sixteenth, seventeenth, eighteenth, and tenth floorsNo one has ever set foot on the first floor. It is said that there is a supreme creation inside that can make people become immortals. "
The old Yuanying monk¡¯s voice was not loud, but his last words were deafening to the ears of the other six Yuanying monks present.
Throughout the ages, there have been so many talented people, but those who can truly become immortals are all rare and stunning beings.
¡°After all, after the Nascent Soul Stage, there are also the Transformation Stage, the Tribulation Stage, and the Mahayana Stage¡ These three great realms are like a chasm in the sky, and I don¡¯t know how many talented monks have been trapped.
Therefore, since ancient times, there has been a saying that it is difficult to become an immortal, and it is even more difficult to reach the sky.
And the highest pursuit of monks is naturally to achieve immortality, not to be affected by cause and effect, and not to fall into reincarnation.
At this time, when I heard the old Nascent Soul monk say that there was an opportunity to become an immortal in the white tower, the breathing of the Nascent Soul monks on the scene suddenly became heavier.
¡°In that case, let¡¯s go in and look for opportunities without further ado.¡±
Not long after the old monk spoke, Yulong and Qingluan, the most fiery personalities, could not wait to get into the white tower.
"Two Taoist friends, please be patient."
The old monk stood in front of Yulong and Qingluan, his tone a little helpless.
"What? You want to stop us? Steal the opportunity? The two of us are different species of mythical beasts. Although you have the strength to become a god in half a step, if you dare to stop us, you will be killed."
Looking at the old monks standing in front of them, Yulong and Qingluan were filled with murderous intent, causing changes in the sky, strong winds and dark clouds, making the foundation-building monks below look horrified.
"Don't dare, it's just that this White Tower is a little special. It completely restricts cultivation. Even if we are Nascent Soul monks, we may not be stronger than those Qi Refining monks, so"
"Do you think I believe what you say? You're childish, get out of the way."
Before the old monk finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Yulong.
And after feeling the killing intent of Yulong Qingluan, the old monk had no choice but to give up his position.
The White Tower was currently active, but only the first floor had an entrance. Yulong and Qingluan looked at each other and got in from the first floor.
At this moment, on the 19th floor of the White Tower, Zhao Dabao, who had fallen into a coma before, also faintly woke up amidst the harsh sounds. He looked confusedly at the projection of the magic circle in front of him, which clearly showed something. Two huge monsters have entered the trial tower. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com