"Why, is this to release the Palace of Life? Hmm, so am I!"
Seeing Wu Feiyan release the Longevity Palace, Ziyun Fei also released the Longevity Palace.
On the other side, Heng Zhan and Bao Xue were entangled with the heart of the dance.
It turns out, the power of Dance Qingxin was slightly higher than these two people.
But now, under their attack, Wu Qingxin was completely under pressure.
The third battle circle was Man Zuo and Yan Hong.
The beautiful posture was supported by Ziyun Fei’s one-handed attack. Due to Wu Feiyan’s blocking, he finally had a chance to breathe.
But at this mont, Yan Hong found him.
Although Yan Hong’s physical strength was slightly inferior to Ziyun Fei, he was still confident when dealing with the fierce posture.
Yan Hong’s longsword was in his hand. He didn’t use Heaven and Earth Qi. Instead, he had to fight like a beast.
He always refused to accept soone else’s posture. Seeing Yan Hong wanting to fight this way, his mad thoughts imdiately awakened.
So in the next mont, a knife and a spear began to collide wildly.
Every collision seed to shake the hall. Accompanied by a spark shooting, he was shocked to step back.
Took 40 steps, even the beast sitting and cleaving the thunder light was forced to the stone wall.
It must be said, Yan Hong as the leader of the Red Alliance, indeed had extraordinary strength.
If he didn’t release the Palace of Life, he wouldn’t be his opponent.
Despite stimulating the power of blood, he was still attacked by Yan Hong, making his muscles and bones tremble and ache.
If he hadn’t persisted in fighting while wounded, he would have lost now.
Outside of Qitian Tower, no one knew what was happening inside.
Now the entire Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School was focusing on one thing. Who was the first to climb to the seventh?
In the past eight years, Ao Cangsheng had been searching for the world’s crisis, or rather the test.
But frustratingly, in the past eight years, Ao Cangsheng had traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, yet did not find anything beyond him.
As if in the wilderness, there was only sand and himself.
Moreover, after eight years of walking, Ao Kang found a problem, that is, this strange wasteland seed to have no boundary at all.
Eight years later, Ao Kangsheng finally stopped searching and began to sit down and think.
Another year passed.
A year later, Ao Kangsheng seed to realize sothing.
He started to stop looking for the so-called test or exiting the wilderness.
But he began to calm down and focus on Martial Arts.
Two years later, on the basis of the Illusion Sword Technique, Ao Cangsheng created a set of swordsmanship.
Because this set of swordsmanship was realized in dreams and wilderness, he nad it "Secret of the Wilderness."
This set of swordsmanship was faster and more imposing than Phantom Swordsmanship. In addition, each sword was very strange. It could be said that this move shifted the sword aside.
After recognizing this set of swordsmanship routines, Ao Cangsheng spent another six months to fully understand this set of "Wilderness Routines."
After another two years, Ao Cangsheng thoroughly understood the secret of the mysterious Vulcan.
Tens of years seed to pass in a flash, but it seed like nothing had changed in the wasteland.
At this ti, Ao Cangsheng began to consider how to leave here.
He couldn’t be trapped in the illusion forever, otherwise, even if he doesn’t collapse now, he will collapse.
So, for the remaining ti, Ao Cangsheng spent a full two years starting to ponder the significance of the seven stories.
Finally, Ao Cangsheng suddenly woke up. On the ninth floor of the Seven Days Tower, the test was eternal ti.
If he couldn’t understand the significance of ti in this illusion, I’m afraid he would be trapped in it forever.
Understanding this layer, Ao Cangsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he hadn’t left the mirage yet, at least he knew the way out.
In the rest of his life, Ao Cangsheng began to understand the significance of ti in the wilderness and tried to leave this illusion at the sa ti.
Every year, Ao Kangsheng would give it a try.
But ten years passed, Ao Kangsheng still hadn’t broken this illusion.
Black and white alternated, ti passed. In the blink of an eye, the temples of Ao Cangsheng began to turn white, but the world in front of them was still the sa as before.
Gradually, Ao Cangsheng didn’t know how many tis he had tried it and couldn’t break free from this illusion.
The originally calm state of mind, because of emptiness and loneliness, Ao Cangsheng began to beco restless again.
At this ti, he suddenly thought of death.
In these decades, he had tried dozens of tis, but all had failed.
Only death, so far, he hadn’t tried.
Thinking of this, Ao Cangsheng’s heart couldn’t help but stir.
Perhaps, the way out of this illusion is really death, isn’t it?
Ao Cangsheng thought so much, jumping up with excitent.
In Ao Cangsheng’s view, if death can’t break this illusion, it doesn’t matter.
This ti he gave up the test and returned to the hall.
In his heart, Ao Cangsheng couldn’t help but tremble. In an instant, he mustered the courage, and all his internal organs shattered.
"Wow—"
Sure enough, right in front of Ao Cangsheng’s eyes, there was a strange sound in his ears.
Then, Ao Kangsheng opened his eyes.
However, when he saw the scene in front of him, the smile on his face froze in an instant.
Because in front of him was still an endless wilderness, and under his feet was still gray-yellow sand.
"Putong—"
With extre disappointnt in his heart, Cangsheng fell to the ground powerlessly.
He really didn’t understand why he was wrong? More importantly, why couldn’t death break the illusion?
This kind of loss troubled Ao Kangsheng for a month.
A month later, Ao Cangsheng regained his confidence, cald down, and once again realized his dream.
This ti, Ao Cangsheng sat for 50 years.
In the past 50 years, he observed the dust and thus understood his own little principles.
He observed the sky, and although the sky was gloomy, he understood the infinite universe.
He listened to emptiness, felt nothingness, and gradually understood the way of nothingness.
These 60 years left indelible marks on his head and face.
At first, the young green onions, but in a flash, they turned into a white-haired old man.
However, the sand under his feet was still gray-yellow, and the world in front of him was still desolate.
As ti passed, as Ao Cangsheng’s understanding of the wasteland deepened.
He gradually felt that the originally desolate wasteland began to have a breath of life.
He also gradually understood that the last level of the ninth level was actually for him.
"Can’t?"
Ao Kangsheng stood still, but was asking in his heart.
"If the Seven Days Tower has ten layers, how terrifying is the tenth layer?"
Ao Kangsheng furrowed his brows, thinking.
The ninth floor of the Seven Days Tower had reached its limit.
Evil Spirit was like a proud Cang Sheng. Before it could escape, it had been trapped in it for a hundred years.
In this way, the tenth layer must be stronger than the ninth.
Ao Kangsheng walked in. If he can’t co out, everything would be over.
However, now that Ao Kangsheng had reached the ninth floor.
In front of him, there was only one layer left. If he stopped here, Ao Kangsheng would be truly unwilling.
Just like a mountaineer. When he climbed to the last step, he suddenly felt tired and wanted to stop.
But could he stop?
The answer, of course, is no.
Ao Kangsheng was the sa. Looking at the final layer in front of him, of course, Ao Cangsheng didn’t want to give up.
Moreover, after seeing the environnt of the previous nine layers, Ao Cangsheng was also curious. What is the illusion of this last layer?
With unlimited reluctance and curiosity, Ao Cangsheng finally gritted his teeth and walked towards the stairs.
After 30 steps, Ao Cangsheng stood on the 10th floor.
But at this mont, his expression was very strange.
Because the mont Ao Kangsheng stepped into the tenth floor, he didn’t see the long-expected hall.
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