area51novel Chapter 690
Chapter 690
In the flood era of the great world before the Great Collapse, the powerhouses of the ancient giant level were all strong people with the qualification to become saints, so every figure who can become an ancient giant is measured in trillions, among the ten trillion trillion creatures, Only a strong person can appear, and it is only possible to achieve it if he has both natural fortune and luck.
It can be imagined that every ancient giant powerhouse is such a powerful existence.
Step by step, Yang Ming walked into the depths of the Lock Demon Tower.
The entire Lock Demon Tower is full of heaven, with many dense floors, and there is a huge amount of weirdness in each floor.
The weird strength of the bottom layer is the weakest, and the higher the floor, the stronger the weird strength becomes, and even when it is close to the top floor, many weird strength is already comparable to the gods.
When these strange people, who had been locked in the Lock Demon Tower for countless years, saw Yang Ming's visit, no matter who it was, they were ecstatic from the bottom of their hearts.
"Human! Oh, my God! I thought I would never see anyone in my life! "
Kill him, eat him!"
"Steamed, braised or grilled, grilled, or fried?" No matter how much it is, I want it! These
weirds rushed up and tried to split Yang Ming's five horses.
But no matter who it was, as long as it was close to Yang Ming's body, it would be shattered into slag by the shock shield.
One layer is emptied, and the next layer continues to be emptied.
Every time Yang Ming stepped on a new layer, he would encounter a similar scene, surrounded by countless strangeness, and then these strange moths rushed up like a fire, all dead.
Yang Ming's eyes moved, and he fell on the powder scattered on the ground.
After these strange deaths, all the essence was absorbed by the Lock Demon Tower, and it seemed that in some way, it was transmitted to a certain existence at the very top.
That's interesting.
You know, after every weird death, there will be at least one weird thing left, condensing a weird essence, if it is absorbed by another weird, it can improve the weird strength.
Along the way, Yang Ming didn't know how many weirdness he killed, and even the weirdness that was comparable to the gods killed a lot.
Such a huge amount of the essence left after the strange death was actually absorbed by a certain existence, and I don't know if the other party will be held to death?
Finally, after some trekking, Yang Ming finally came to the top floor.
In front of him is a ghost-faced copper door, with torches standing on both sides, burning with ghostly soul fire.
When Yang Ming arrived here, the ghost-faced copper door opened silently, as if to welcome his arrival.
Yang Ming walked in without any psychological burden.
The top floor is surprisingly narrow, only equivalent to the size of a study, compared to other towers with hundreds of thousands of acres of space, it is too outrageous, without the slightest sense of atmospheric high-end.
On a skeleton bronze throne, a tall figure sat at the end.
He has bright red blood-like hair, a pair of horn-like horns snake out, a deep abyss on his body, and a strange skull shoulder armor on his shoulders, even if he sits on the skeleton copper seat, he can still see that he is extremely tall, and his body is full of a deep magic power like a mountain.
"Here you are."
"I'm coming."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here for Jiuding."
The mysterious man and Yang Ming asked and answered, and their words were mixed with blades and sword shadows.
Yang Ming's expression was solemn, the other party's strength was definitely not below him, and even gave him the feeling, even above the ancient giant, but the breath was ethereal, and it seemed that it would escape in the next moment.
The mysterious man suddenly turned around, allowing Yang Ming to see his face clearly.
This is a very domineering-looking man, a pair of horizontal eyebrows obliquely inserted into the clouds, under the thick and colorful makeup, a pair of scarlet eyes reveal the light of seeing through the red dust.
"You're a little late."
"Wutian has already killed the King of Jizo to the point of dispersion, and now he is coming in this direction."
"The Buddha-figure absorbs the massive strange energy of the Lock Demon Pagoda, and it can only maintain the combat power of the saint for a week, after which it will no longer be able to stop the lawlessness, you must collect the rest of the nine dings within a week."
Hearing the other party's words, Yang Ming's heart suddenly tightened.
The strength of the King of Jizo, Yang Ming knew.
Don't look at the Jizo King is just the strength of the ancient giant, but in the main venue of the Difu, with the six reincarnations of the reshaping as a battle, the Jizo King can exert the combat power of the saint, and he can deal with the Lawless Buddha for such a long time.
Saying that, the mysterious man spread his hand, and a small bronze ding appeared.
"This is Yanzhou Ding, take good care of it."
Yang Ming took Yanzhou Ding, with a hint of confusion between his eyebrows, and asked, "
May I also ask His Majesty?"
"This deity does not change his surname or his name, and the demon respects the building!"
The demon tower suddenly stood up on the skeleton bronze throne and looked up in a certain direction, as if he could penetrate the void and detect the arrival of a certain being.
As soon as the demon tower raised his hand, the top of the Lock Demon Tower was lifted, revealing a gloomy sky.
But I saw that above the 10,000-meter firmament, there was a huge black lotus, 49 petals formed a pedestal, and on it sat a monk with black hair and a shawl and wearing a simple black Buddhist robe.
This black-clothed monk had a peaceful face and a kind and kind look, like a high-ranking monk, not at all like a frightening weirdness.
The black-clothed monk looked down condescendingly on the earth, one eye was the blood-colored moon, the other eye was the dim sun, and the light seemed to penetrate the epoch.
In front of the other party, Yang Ming seemed to feel that he had no secrets to speak of, and even his identity through the era was exposed under the eyes of the other party.
"Heavy building, long time no see, don't come unharmed?"
The monk in black flicked his fingers with one hand, as if greeting a friend he hadn't seen for years.
The demon aura on Lou Hun's body was open, his whole body was tense, and he seemed to have entered a state of readiness, and said:
"Wutian, you are still the same, you still like to be embarrassed so much, obviously more like to kill and destroy the world than me, the demon lord, but pretend to be a miserable and compassionate monk, it is really disgusting!"
"Now, since you are willing to become a dog leg of nightmares and chaos, then don't blame me for ignoring old feelings!"
Hearing the words of the demon who was angry with Lou, the Heavenless Buddha sighed.
"How is reality, how unreal is it, it's just a dream!" Do you think you are a demon building, but you don't know that you may just be a fantasy character of someone else? I wait for the sentient beings, it seems to be in a four-dimensional space, but who can guarantee whether there is a five-dimensional space above us, and the big people above us see us laughing? "