The Demon Emperor of Lingfei Qingtian Has Been Captured

It was as if someone was beating a drum, and the drumbeat sounded rhythmically.

That rhythm actually vibrated with the heart, one strong and one weak.

If an ordinary person stepped into this place, he would be forced to burst his heart to death by the sound.

Also at this time, suddenly!

Jun Muqian only felt that there was a strong force coming from all directions, and the space seemed to be squeezed, leaving her with no strength left to support her, and her knees were about to kneel on the ground.

Do not kneel!

boom!

There was a loud sound, but it wasn't the knees that fell to the ground, but the wrists.

Jun Muqian gritted her teeth slightly, put her hands on the ground, her slender body trembling slightly under the huge and powerful force.

And the sound of Boom, Boom, Boom is still going on, as if it is deliberately disturbing the nerves of the trainee, it will never stop.

Jun Muqian could clearly feel that this force was specifically squeezing her bones and skin, but her dantian did not suffer any damage.

However, once the body is too seriously damaged, the dantian meridian cannot be preserved.

I see!

Junmu's light eyes are dark, no wonder her spiritual power, spiritual power and soul power are sealed from the very beginning. The biggest purpose of this black tower is to exercise her body!

Generally speaking, there is no spiritual society that can train the body, but the physique of spiritual practice must be stronger than that of ordinary people.

The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the body will be.

However, it is precisely because of this that the physique of middle and low-level spiritual practitioners is not as good as that of the lowest-level ethnic groups such as the Longbo ethnic group.

Even Jun Muqian, who has now been promoted to the sixth-level Lingzun, can't compete with pure flesh.

Long Bo could trample her to death with one kick.

No wonder... No wonder Feng Yimo said that the Black Tower is a place where a person can make a qualitative leap.

Here, although the power of spirit, spirit and soul cannot be improved, the strength of the body can be raised to a terrifying level!

Jun Muqian recalled that in the imaginary world, there are practitioners who specialize in body training.

The skeleton of that cultivator is comparable to a magic weapon.

Even if the spiritual power bombarded him, he was unscathed.

However, body training is not only very harsh for practitioners, but also depends on whether it is suitable or not.

good chance!

A light flashed across Jun Mu's shallow eyes, she came to the right place for this black tower.

Boom, boom—

As if she had already guessed what she was thinking in her heart, the drumbeat was a bit hasty at this time.

With the sound of the drums and the pressure, Jun Muqian's body was soon covered with scars.

The skin breaks!

This proved that with her current ability, she couldn't even resist the pressure of the first layer.

Jun Muqian's eyes changed slightly, she endured the large and small openings on her skin due to the pressure, and began to calm her breathing.

Although the pressure is part of the reason, but more important is the sound of the drums.

With her spiritual power sealed off, she couldn't isolate the outside voice, so...

Jun Muqian inhaled slowly, and in the next second, she turned herself over with great effort.

It was also this movement that, with a swish--, another opening was opened from her chin, which spread directly to the collarbone.

What's strange is that this pressure is used very cleverly, it only targets people, but the clothes are not damaged.

By the time Jun Muqian sat cross-legged on the ground, he had already become a blood man.

Blood-red flesh and blood vessels can be seen faintly, and even the skin is still being torn.

Pressure... she whispered, a strong belief burst out in her eyes, and she paused word by word, It's also motivation!

Buzz!

Jun Muqian directly chose to enter the practice. Although her spiritual power was sealed, it didn't mean it didn't exist.

Moreover, once untied, the spiritual power in her body will increase dramatically.

If you want to calm down, then the only way is to settle down!

Boom, boom, boom!

Seeing that the woman in purple had fallen into a samadhi so quickly, the drum sound became even more urgent, as if to wake her up.

However, Jun Muqian still sat there steadily, even though the pain was piercing and heartbreaking.

Up to now, it is no longer a simple tearing of the skin, the pressure has penetrated deep into the body, and the bones and internal organs have also begun to become unstable.

Crack!

A crisp sound came, and Jun Muqian snorted.

A bone is broken!

The first floor is already extremely terrifying!

If you want to successfully break through the first floor, then you need to be able to withstand this pressure and break through your own limit with physical strength!

Jun Muqian is very calm, she doesn't care how embarrassed she is now, and continues to practice.

Just follow the steps of Nine Turns of Good Fortune, one round after another.

And until... an entire hour passed, a shocking scene happened.

The gap on the woman in purple is actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a crackling sound, and the bones that were broken before were also connected at the same time.

Boom...!

When the drum hit the last sound, it stopped instantly!

Shua— The darkness dissipated at this time, and the original brightness was restored.

It's done.

Jun Muqian slowly opened her eyes, she stood up, felt her body, and then slowly clenched her fists.

Her physique is indeed stronger than when she first came in.

Jun Muqian took out the sign and looked at it, and found that the number on it had changed from one to two.

And at this time, there was a sound of clang, and a staircase appeared in the closed room, leading to the top.

Jun Muqian thought for a while, then walked up.

After her figure disappeared, the stairs also disappeared, and the room returned to darkness, waiting for the arrival of the next tester.

No one knows how big the Black Tower is, only that it is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Once, a certain small race brought thousands of warriors from the clan into the black tower trial, but the black tower still hadn't reached its maximum load.

As time passed, the intelligent creatures in the hall of the black tower all showed expressions of astonishment.

No way, that human being has been in for three hours, and he hasn't come out yet?

Could it be that she didn't even bear the pressure of the first floor and died directly?

It's impossible. It's not like you don't know that under the sixty-sixth floor, if life is in danger, the Black Tower will automatically send the practitioner out.

I think it's probably still on the first floor. Someone sneered, She'll give up before long.

Just when these words fell, suddenly, a black light flashed, and an extra figure appeared in the hall.

Look, did you see, the person came out, she... The person who spoke came from his own speculation, but when he saw the woman in purple, he was so stupid.

She...has no injuries?!

That's impossible, she's just a sixth-level spiritual master!

Quiet! Seeing this, the old man shouted again, Don't stay here if you make any noise.

As if nothing had happened, Jun Muqian walked over, shook the sign in her hand, and asked, I'll just go in next time, okay?

The old man was still a little drowsy, but when he saw the number on the sign, he suddenly woke up.

He stared at the woman in purple: That's right, just go in.

Realizing that he was a little excited, the old man eased his tone: And, no matter what you consume in the black tower in the future, it will be free.

As soon as these words came out, other intelligent creatures were also stunned.

Jun Muqian nodded, put away the sign and walked out.

And when she walked out, there was still a beep.

...

There was a moment of silence in the hall before the intelligent creature said in a trembling voice, Have you seen it...there is a seventh-level spiritual master!

There was another silence, and at the end, a voice sneered: It's just a fluke, I think she definitely didn't go to the tenth floor.

After the tenth floor, is the real black tower.

**

Jun Muqian did not expect that the black tower could bring her such great benefits. In just three hours, she relied on pressure to force herself to reach the seventh-level spiritual master.

Since I entered the Black Tower for the first time, I was not very familiar with it, so I spent more time on the first floor.

After that, she broke into the ninth floor directly.

And just as she thought, the pressure on each floor is increasing.

Jun Muqian retreated after successfully breaking through the ninth floor.

Because she very keenly discovered that if the black tower is only for body training, passing the ninety-ninth floor will not be so difficult that no one will be there.

Well, it's better to slow down.

When Jun Muqian was passing by the temple, he took a special look at the feather.

When she found that there was still no change, she returned to Mu's house with regret.

On the second day, Mu Ying arrived as scheduled.

The Mu family's ancestral grave is not far away, it is in Muwang City.

But not all the Mu family can be buried in the ancestral grave, either they are geniuses, or they have made great contributions to the Mu family.

Actually, I originally wanted to bury my father's remains elsewhere. Mu Ying took a deep breath, Because the Mu family treated my father really unfairly!

When he said this, he didn't shy away from the tomb guards at all.

Jun Muqian sighed softly: Brother, there is no such thing as completely fair in this world.

Xiao Qian, you don't know. Mu Ying shook her head, My father didn't have to die, but he went to Ice and Snow Silver Field.

There was a wry smile on his lips: Ice, snow and silver, that is the place of death.

Jun Muqian was silent.

She already knew these things from Feng Yimo's handwriting.

No one knows what is the secret of Ice and Snow Silver Field, and why did Mu Chenbai go there because he is so good.

Mu Yingping retreated from the cemetery guards and led her towards the depths of the ancestral grave until they came to a small hill.

From a distance, Jun Muqian had already seen the extremely prominent tombstone.

It was not the ordinary tombstone she had seen before. This tombstone gave people a very grand feeling, like a towering green mountain, resolute and upright.

On the tombstone, there is a line of some crooked words engraved on it.

——Father, the tomb of Mu Chenbai!

Jun Muqian immediately realized that this tombstone was actually made by Mu Yingli.

Moreover, when he was three years old, he was under extreme grief.

Mu Ying stepped forward, lifted her clothes, and knelt down facing the tombstone.

He kowtowed first, and then slowly said: Father, I'm here to see you again, the child is not filial, and he hasn't come for so long.

But this time, the boy brought someone here. I have been telling you and my mother before, I want a younger sister, so that when I grow up, I can protect her, just like you protect your mother.

Mu Ying said softly: But I'm not as powerful as you, and I can't leave the Mu family until now, even...

He clenched his palm into a fist and pressed heavily on his heart, his voice was almost hoarse: I even lost my mother.

Seeing Muying like this, Jun Muqian's heart suddenly soured.

She also silently raised the hem of her skirt and knelt down slowly.

No matter what her background was, Mu Chenbai could stand her kneeling down.

A long time ago, Jun Muqian had already regarded Muying as her own brother.

My younger sister is very powerful and beautiful. Her name is Mu Qian. Mu Ying paused before continuing, I brought Xiao Qian here today just to show you, Father.

The surrounding area is very quiet, with a slight breeze blowing.

However, as if he was really facing Mu Chenbai, Mu Ying was still talking there.

Jun Muqian listened, but didn't know what she should say.

After all, she can't feel this kind of emotion.

Turning her eyes slightly, Jun Muqian saw a small piece of jade in front of the tombstone covered in mud, and she raised her hand to wipe it.

The soil is scattered, and the jade is bright again.

But Jun Muqian's attention was no longer on the tombstone. She saw a corner of some kind of paper exposed in the dirt she brushed off, and it was stained grayish yellow.

She quickly lowered her head, pushed all the dirt away, and saw a complete piece of paper and the words on it.

Jun Muqian's pupils shrank slightly, this word... This handwriting was exactly the same as the one she had seen in the Fengjia Library Pavilion.

From Feng Yimo!

She didn't stop, and started to read, it was still the familiar beginning.

Thirty-four thousand and nine years of the Wanling calendar, May, the first day...

Remember to collect paperwork~