Chapter 832 Self-rescue
The sword light bloomed in the eyes like a white streak.
Meng Zhi opened his eyes suddenly.
The consciousness spreads and the breath steams.
He found that he had returned to the temple.
Surrounded by tall stone pillars with seals and talismans carved on them.
The formation suppressed the surging spiritual energy.
Meng Zhi did not absorb the spiritual energy, but frowned suddenly.
Recalling the strange things that happened in the Tower of Babel just now.
Mengzhi always thought that the Tower of Babel was an illusion created by Master Fox, specifically used to train his spiritual consciousness and ideas.
However, after hearing the words of the mysterious man, the Tower of Babel was cast into a layer of mystery.
"Fooled?"
"What did you fall for?"
"Is it about the acquired body, or something else?"
Meng Zhi pondered for a long time, and instead of relaxing, his brows became more and more frowning.
If you want to know why, it's best to ask the person directly. However, once he opens his mouth, it might completely expose something and make him fall into a more passive situation.
Even people who are close to him have to have their own sense of proportion, not to mention that now he is seeking advice as an apprentice, hoping to gain the inheritance of the elders and step onto a higher level.
Their identities are not on the same level.
It is he who needs inheritance.
Resources are needed.
That's why there is this trial.
If he asked, it would not only be questioning, but also rude.
It is true to say so, but when it comes to matters of wealth and life, one must be cautious.
Meng Zhi concentrated his mind and breathed in and out, and then his turbulent mind gradually calmed down.
After the Great Zhoutian movement, Guanfa sat down in the sea of consciousness. Meng Zhi's frown slowly smoothed away, and the look on his face became much calmer. He told himself over and over again that this was the path he had chosen, even if it meant going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, he had to go through it.
What else?
Is it possible to stay in the realm of golden elixir all your life and become a handful of loess hundreds of years later?
He was not willing to do this.
…
"Uneasy?"
The gray-haired old man sat under the locust tree and glanced at the young man who was practicing Dharma.
"Maybe he was injured by the sword light in the Tower of Babel." Meng Zhi recalled the swordsman in blue shirt he faced at that time.
Surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
He really didn't expect that there was such a person. He used his sword to chase the stars and the sun. When it fell, the rivers seemed to be cut off by the ethereal sword light.
But such a swordsman only has the aura of foundation building.
So he smiled and said: "Those monks in the illusion are all differentiated by your spiritual consciousness, Mr. Fox. No wonder they are so powerful."
Speaking of this, Meng Zhi's eyes flashed with a look of anticipation.
He seemed to be waiting for the old man to say something about the illusion.
The old man just said calmly: "This person was originally a disciple of Qingyun Temple in Xiaohuangyu. He was transformed by demons and later fell into my hands. He is also a good young man."
Saying this, he pinched it with a snap of his fingers.
Mengzhi suddenly found himself back in the Tower of Babel.
Inside the Babel Tower, he didn't know the specific passage of time. The last time he fought on the hill until dusk, it seemed like a moment had passed outside. This made him couldn't help but sigh at the power of Master Fox's methods.
Let him have extra practice time out of thin air.
Meng Zhi, who stepped onto the hill, pondered: "It turned out to be... and then I fell into..."
"What does it mean?"
"Could it be that these monks or monsters I saw were once living creatures?"
Meng Zhi was shocked.
"You...guess..."
A majestic and ethereal voice came from afar, and seemed to be whispering softly in the ears.
I don’t know why it sounds so out of frame, and I have to guess every sentence.
"Don't panic...your consciousness is too weak...get on...the highway...and come quickly"
The voice became weaker and weaker, turning into the breath of wind and disappearing in my ears.
Mengzhi pieced together the message.
He felt that he was too far away from the other party to hear clearly.
Then he looked up.
If it is said that the higher up the Babel Tower, the more powerful the monks are, then the strength of the person who can transmit messages to Master Fox without even noticing him must be unfathomable.
If the other party was like the blue-shirted swordsman, he was once an outsider and later fell into the Tower of Babel, he should still be on top of the tower.
"More than two years."
Mengzhi muttered in his heart.
He doesn't have much time.
When the temple comes two years later, he will enter it to refine the soul of the Tiger Demon Saint.
Master Fox only asked him to hone his spiritual consciousness and improve his cultivation, but did not ask him to do anything else.
Maybe whether it's the secret of the Babel Tower or the question about the soul of the Tiger Demon, you can get the answer you want from that ethereal voice.
Compared to Master Fox's detached status, the person who sent him a message in this situation must have wanted him to do something.
In this way, he can talk to them on a more equal footing.
"Ascend higher!"
Mengzhi raised his head and looked at the upper floors of Babel Tower.
His eyes were firm.
…
The end of the long bridge.
In front of the high platform of the dance pavilion, the middle-aged man in a robe moved his mouth slightly, but his expression was still calm as he stared at the Jinghu in front of him. Only the fish float had faint ripples.
The hanging cloud is like a clay and stone sculpture, motionless.
He still needs to wait for an opportunity.
Venerable Chuiyun lowered his eyes.
Sighing the horror of returning to ruins without a shore.
With his sub-sage realm, it is impossible to open the realm of Guixu from the inside.
Tu Shanjun, an old thief, was very cautious and did not use the Guixu Realm to recruit the second God-Transforming Lord.
If Fa Hui's Yang Shen stepped into this place that day, he was confident that they could break through it from the inside with the combined strength of the two. What made his hope come to nothing was that the main soul would rather let go of a genius than give him a chance.
In fact, Chuiyun didn't know that it wasn't because the main soul was cautious, but because Fahui and the main soul had similar cultivation levels. Once they fell into the Ruins Realm, they would be sucked into the soul flag.
There is simply no chance for the two of them to join forces.
Yang Shen did not receive the favor simply because he did not want to expose his powerful ability to improve his cultivation.
There is a huge crooked-necked tree not far from the valley hall. The main soul is sitting under the tree, holding up the tea bowl in front of him and looking at the book in his hand.
It is still the biography of the Holy Lord.
However, this is not the Holy Lord Guhun from the ancient city, but a Holy Lord from the Northwest Demon Sect. It is said that this person's descendants appeared in the ancient city.
There was a lot of commotion a few years ago. If he remembered correctly, that person should be called "Mirror".
Kagami Demon Son.
The Northwest Hidden Heaven Demon Sect, the true disciple of the Dark Master.
"This person has appeared in the ancient city. Could it be that he also has information about Taoism?"
The main soul holding the scroll included this person on the chessboard.
There are more than a dozen jade flags placed on the chessboard placed horizontally on the low table. There is no distinction between black and white. There is only a faint stream of light flowing above, with different words written on it.
If you look carefully, you can see that it's either a person's name or a Taoist number.
Each one has its origins.
Either he is a prodigy, or he is a Qilin son from a famous family.
No matter how bad he is, he is still a young talent who has been famous for a long time.
The main soul weighed the jade chess piece in his hand: "It's only possible to come. Some people are born with Taoism, and some have great expectations. How can it be possible to take risks here."
"The road to refining holy objects... a narrow escape from death."
People choose Taoism, and Taoism chooses people.
Strong strength alone is not enough, it also requires a certain amount of luck.
Anyway, no Holy Lord will come to this opportunity.
In the third step, the monk's own physical body is already a relatively perfect existence, and being compatible with others will only drag him down.
Speaking of which, the most malleable ones are the monks in the first step.
Mengzhi's luck may be good or bad.
If his cultivation level is too low or too high, the main soul will not guide him on this path.
"I hope I can make it in time."
The main soul whispered softly.
…
Mengzhi couldn't hear what the main soul said, he only focused on climbing to the higher Babel Tower.
With a desire for the truth about the Babel Tower and a cherishment of his own life, Meng Zhi attacked the monks guarding the gate with a crazy attitude. His almost selfless practice and tempering allowed him to quickly reach the 31st floor.
"not enough."
"not enough!"
"..."
thirty-one.
capture.
Thirty-two,
Thirty-three,
…
thirty-nine
…
forty!
Standing on the fortieth floor.
Meng Zhi touched his thin chin and stared at the figure walking in the distance with his sharp eyes.
It was a monk whose face could not be seen clearly.
The realm of Nascent Soul.
On the other hand, Meng Zhi himself was only in the late Jindan stage.
In the later stage of Jindan, he can indeed dominate small places, but in the ancient city, he can hit several big masters with one stick.
The man said softly: "You are finally here!"
Mengzhi's pupils narrowed: "Is it you?"
"Yes and no."
The monks in the realm of Nascent Soul gradually gained appearance.
"I just borrowed this body to talk to you."
"Where is your true self?"
The figure slowly raised his head.
Meng Zhi also looked.
"Higher level?"
The figure shook his head and said: "The end of the sky."
"What do you mean, senior?"
"To save myself, I also want to save you."
"help me?"
Meng Zhi said doubtfully.
"good."
"This Babel Tower is like a prison, where every living soul is imprisoned."
"I am no exception."
"Why did Mr. Fox do this?"
"He only trained you to swallow souls, refine souls, and increase his own cultivation. Can't you still see that you are a pure devil?"
Mengzhi remained silent and asked, "What should I do?"
The figure said: "As long as you can find an opportunity, release me."
"When the time comes, the devil will definitely have nothing to worry about, and you will be able to survive."
"How to rescue senior?"
The figure continued: "This world has two sides."
"You only need to lead the holy objects into the Tower of Babel when you are refining them. The old devil would never have thought that you would do this at such a critical moment."
"When the balance is broken, I will be able to walk out of here!"
…
Mengzhi did not agree rashly, but held up his hands and said, "Young man, I have heard of such a story."
"I was about to ask senior for advice."
"explain."
"Legend has it that there are 1,200 righteous powerful men who chased the devil to the Falling Abyss."
"Why can't it be 1,200 demons chasing and killing the leader of the righteous path?"
The figure didn't rush to answer.
This guy doesn't seem to be as honest and easy to deceive as he thought.
Then he laughed dryly and said: "I don't pretend to be righteous, but I just save lives and protect myself."
"Believe it or not, it's up to you."
"Bah bang bang."
There was a round of applause.
An ethereal voice with a hint of hoarseness resounded.
"Old guy, his ghost lingers even after he dies."
"Donghaijun couldn't find a way even after racking his brains, but you gained insight in just a few decades."
"You can actually use your own skills to vibrate with Kunpeng Nascent Soul."
"sharp!"
late.