Chapter 580 Lingbao
In a vast white space where nothing could be seen, Song Qingming was struggling to fly forward on the escape light.
Suddenly, a black spot appeared in the white mist ahead, which caught Song Qingming's attention. With a hint of joy on his face, he quickly accelerated his escape speed and headed straight for it.
A moment later, when Song Qingming approached the black spot, he saw clearly that in front of him was an octagonal stone pavilion standing alone in the white mist.
There is a dark red guardrail with a stone table and two small round stone benches placed in the middle. There are some wind chimes hanging on the crossbar above that sway in the wind, making soft and pleasant sounds from time to time.
"Why are you back here again!"
Looking at the very familiar layout in the stone pavilion, Song Qingming muttered to himself, frowned slightly, and then sat down on a stone bench with a look of helplessness.
After killing Du Yucheng before and escaping from the first level of the "Tongtian Pavilion" trial area, Song Qingming was chased by Ma Wuchen who used a spiritual object left in Du Yucheng's storage bag. On.
Song Qingming, who was only at the third level of Jindan, naturally knew that he was no match for Ma Wuchen, a late-stage Jindan demon cultivator. Facing Ma Wuchen's suppression of strength, Song Qingming, who was in crisis and thinking about how to escape, suddenly remembered the previous fire. The black iron plate that Feng had used in front of him.
Anyway, he was in a desperate situation. No matter where this iron plate would take him, it was better than falling into the hands of the demon cultivator Ma Wuchen. In order to save his life, Song Qingming did not hesitate too much and followed Huofeng before him. The method used before was to directly pour one's own mana into the "Tongtian Token" held tightly in his hand.
Just like this, under Ma Wuchen's shocked gaze, Song Qingming was brought into this empty space by a white light.
Song Qingming didn't know how long he had been here. Except for the stone pavilion in front of him, he couldn't see anything in this space, and no matter which direction he flew, he would be back here soon.
Song Qingming, who had tried several times, saw that he seemed to be unable to get out for the time being, so he simply sat down in the stone pavilion.
Although he used the "Tongtian Order" out of desperation, Song Qingming was still mentally prepared that he would encounter Huofeng or others here.
Unexpectedly, when he got here, he found that it was exactly the same as he had imagined. After searching for a long time, he didn't see even a single stone except for this ordinary-looking stone pavilion.
"No matter what, as long as my life is saved, even though I can't get out for the time being, as long as I stay patiently in here, I should be able to get out directly when the Tower of Babel is closed."
According to the information previously obtained from Huofeng and Longfeng, before the Tower of Babel is closed, anyone who is still alive will be forcibly expelled by the restrictions inside. Although the environment here seems a bit special, logically there will be no exception. .
Entering Tongtian Pagoda this time, Song Qingming has already obtained a lot of treasures. He has also successfully passed the trial on the first level of Tongtian Pavilion and gained the complete training experience of a Nascent Soul monk. It is already a worthwhile trip.
After experiencing a life-and-death pursuit by Ma Wuchen and almost losing his life, Song Qingming didn't have too many thoughts in his mind now. He just wanted to go out safely and return to Weiguo.
In the final analysis, his own cultivation strength is too low. It's okay to be a gangster on the lower floors. Entering a place like the ninth floor, without Huo Feng and the others, it would be difficult for Song Qingming to resist any master of the late Jindan stage. Not to mention trying to compete for spiritual objects in their hands.
Being able to grab a treasure from Du Yucheng's hands was purely a coincidence. Song Qingming would not believe that he could have such good luck after going out.
After deciding not to look for the exit, Song Qingming took out Du Yucheng's storage bag, spent a little time opening the restriction on it, and poured out all the contents.
Just as he glanced at the contents inside, a small wooden sign that had broken apart immediately caught Song Qingming's attention.
After picking up the wooden sign and feeling a trace of aura coming from it, Song Qingming chuckled softly, and suddenly a fierce elixir fire appeared in his hand, which quickly burned the wooden sign into ashes. .
At the same time, Ma Wuchen, who was outside the "Tongten Pavilion", looked at the wooden plaque in his hand that had turned into charcoal. He sighed angrily and threw it aside.
"Where did this kid come from? He is just an early-stage Golden Core cultivator. How could he possess such a thing as the Heavenly Token?"
After Ma Wuchen thought for a moment, he still had no clue. He could only shake his head and turned into a black light and left the place.
Speaking of which, although Ma Wuchen and Song Qingming did not know each other, they still had some connections. In order to investigate the unprovoked murder of his junior brother Hong Qijun, Ma Wuchen once tracked the place deep in the Fuyun Mountains where Song Qingming tried to retreat and form elixirs.
However, seeing that Long Feng was not hostile at that time, Huo Feng personally took action to scare him away. Song Qingming only heard from Long Feng that a demon cultivator was following him, and did not directly meet Ma Wuchen.
In Du Yucheng's storage bag, except for the two damaged magic weapons, the rest were exercises and elixirs that were often found in demon cultivators. These spiritual objects were all contaminated with demonic energy, and for Song Qingming The words were basically useless, so they had to be burned on the spot.
After spending a lot of time carefully selecting, Song Qingming found less than two thousand spiritual stones, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
"I thought that as a Jindan cultivator, I was already living a relatively tight life, but I didn't expect that someone was even poorer than him!"
After dealing with Du Yucheng's storage bag, Song Qingming took out the small wooden box that he had finally snatched at the cost of his life. It took almost half an hour to finally completely remove the upper restriction.
Song Qingming was still very much looking forward to this wooden box that so many Jindan cultivators in the "Tongtian Pavilion" were fighting for. He slowly opened the cover of the wooden box with a happy face.
What came into view was a very delicate green jade bottle. Song Qingming picked up the jade bottle and opened it carefully to find that it contained a bottle of grass-green liquid spiritual water.
Although he could feel the rich spiritual energy coming from the bottle and knew that it was not a vulgar thing, Song Qingming still couldn't find a name that matched the spiritual water in the bottle in his memory for a while.
After thinking for a long time, there was still no answer. Just when Song Qingming put the bottle stopper back on and was about to put away the small jade bottle in his hand, a voice suddenly came into his ears out of nowhere, scaring him so much that he immediately stood still.
"You still don't seem very happy. Could it be that this Cuiling True Water is not worthy of your attention?"
The moment he heard this voice, Song Qingming's mind instantly tensed up, and he quickly searched the area around the stone pavilion, only to find that there was nothing around, without any change.
"Who is here? Can you come out and see me!"
Song Qingming shouted calmly, and then he carefully observed the surroundings of the stone pavilion, waiting for the other party's response.
A moment later, a white light lit up, and a man in white suddenly appeared out of thin air opposite the stone table in front of Song Qingming, and looked at the small green bottle he was holding tightly in his hand with a smile on his face.
Seeing the man in white who suddenly appeared in front of him, Song Qingming felt a chill on his back, and a trace of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. For a while, he couldn't even move his feet.
Being able to suddenly appear in front of him without any sound, it means that the cultivation level of this man in white has at least reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Moreover, when Song Qingming's consciousness just accidentally covered him, it was like a drop in the ocean, and he could not sense the breath and pressure of the other party at all. This also indirectly proves that this person's cultivation level is still higher than that of the Nascent Soul early stage cultivators such as Huo Feng and Li Mu.
The moment he saw the man in white, Song Qingming's face suddenly showed a trace of helplessness. Sure enough, there was a master of the Nascent Soul stage hidden here. He just thought too much.
"Senior! I participated in the trial in Tongtian Pavilion and triggered a ban. I accidentally entered this place. I don't know where this place is. Please give me some advice."
With Song Qingming's current third-level Jindan cultivation, facing such a powerful man with a deep cultivation level like the man in white, there is no need to think about escaping. He can only honestly step forward and salute, and put on a respectful attitude first.
"Haha! Don't worry, my friend. The reason you came here is not just because you used the Tongtian Order, but I sent you here on purpose." The man in white saw the nervousness on Song Qingming's face and immediately smiled and explained.
"I really didn't know about this. I didn't expect that it was you who sent me here. What's your name, and why did you call me here?"
The man in white waved his hand after hearing this, then walked forward and sat down at the stone table, and slowly said: "My friend, don't be too anxious, how about we sit down and talk slowly?"
Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry, Song Qingming didn't dare to say much. After nodding slightly, he sat directly opposite him.
Seeing the expression on Song Qingming's face, he relaxed a little, and the man in white continued to explain:
"If you ask me my name, it may disappoint you. I am not a cultivator as you imagined, so I naturally don't have any Taoist name or taboo. Just call me Xuantian here."
Hearing the answer from the man in white, Song Qingming frowned, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his face. When he looked at the man in white, a trace of disbelief soon emerged in his eyes.
"You guessed right, my real body is just a spiritual treasure in this Tongtian Tower, and I have been in this tower for countless years!"
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