Chapter 2049

Mo Wen, who tasted the sweetness, continued to practice the second level two star skill of Ziling fire dragon. In his body, the evil spirit that changed from evil spirit instantly digested into his own body power. This process can be said to be very fast. Moreover, with the absorption of these evil Qi, Mo Wen's fire size became more terrible.

Originally, Ziling fire was purple. Now, under the purple flame, it is also mixed with the color of blood red. Everyone knows where the blood red comes from. Don't ask that it was originally a blood clan. In addition, after practicing Guimen skills, Mo Wen's purple flame has a little blood red color. This is also very normal.

As time goes by, the heads of the seven sub halls have been guarding the outside of the tower. Looking at the light in the training tower, the heads of the seven halls are very worried about whether there will be any accident.

The heads of several halls that were intended to make trouble for Mo Wen are now worried about Mo Wen. They can rush to the 12th floor in one breath. It can be said that among so many people in the ghost temple, there is no second one.

Mo Wen's identity as the new master of the ghost sect has been recognized by all the disciples of the ghost sect. From that moment on, every disciple of the ghost sect is paying attention to the changes in the cultivation tower, and everyone's heart is extremely heavy.

"Do you think he'll be safe?"

"It's hard to say. The 12th floor is in danger. Can he break through the 12th floor and enter the 13th floor? I dare not expect that he can leave the training tower safely now. That's enough. It's a miracle to walk to the 12th floor in one breath. "

"Yes, this young man is the most persevering young man I have ever seen... He has been cultivated to such an adverse state of cultivation at such an age. I'm afraid even the old master can't achieve what he has achieved today!"

"I'm afraid you don't know? This is the life of crape myrtle Ning Kun gives a cold smile, looks at several companions around him, and tells a news that everyone is shocked.

"What? Was he the Lagerstroemia emperor in his previous life Qi Ping was immediately frightened. She was standing beside Ning Kun. Hearing the news, she immediately sat on the ground and muttered to herself, "no wonder I thought this boy was different from ordinary people at the beginning. It turned out that he was the emperor of crape myrtle? Fortunately, he didn't make a big mistake, but... He... He won't have any accident in the training tower, will he? "

"Crape myrtle emperor should not be so easy to have an accident!" LAN Qingfeng shakes his head and looks at the training tower with purple light in front of him.

"Don't talk about it. Just wait. Even if something goes wrong, none of us can help him. In the training tower, we have to rely on him!"

Ning Kun is right. No one can help Mo Wen in the supreme cultivation weapon of the ghost Gate Temple. He has to rely on his own luck and his ability to go against heaven.

When Mo Wen had entered the 12th floor, the news spread all over the ghost gate.

Many disciples stopped practicing and came to watch.

Even the servants at the bottom of the ghost gate heard that Xing, the new leader of the ghost gate, once stepped into the 12th floor. In the ghost gate, the number of layers of the training tower represents the level of a person's cultivation strength. Don't worry, he entered the 12th floor. This is an unprecedented achievement, so every disciple of the ghost gate was shocked, When they really found that Mo Wen's breath was on the 12th floor of the cultivation tower, their faces were all surprised.

At that time, the most talented elder martial brother of Guimen was only on the eighth floor.

"Ha ha, the old master is right. This boy seems to be much more powerful than we think. Maybe he can go to the top of the tower in one breath." A ghost door elder's face shows happy color, ha ha of smile way.

A female disciple of Guimen, Wen Yan, also opened her lips slightly, with an incredible look in her eyes.

"This... How is this possible? How could he have the strength to go to the 12th floor and not die? Did someone deliberately release water

"Do you mean someone's doing it?" One of the leaders of the sub hall glared at the disciple who was releasing water.

"Well... I don't mean that. I just think it's incredible!" That ghost door disciple immediately flustered ground changes a mouth to say.

"This is the ghost gate. Even if the old master of the training tower is here, he can't change anything that belongs to Xing. Besides, if the old master is not here, how can he, a young man in his twenties, change anything that belongs to Xing? What's more, he's still a man who enters the training tower. He can eat things freely, but he can't talk nonsense. I tell you... If someone talks nonsense in the ghost house and slanders the new owner of the ghost house, I'll be the first to refuse... "

His words made all those who doubted Mo Wen shut their mouths. What kind of people can resist the impact of the power in the training tower?

From the fact that Mo Wen stepped on the 12th floor of the cultivation tower, his strength has proved everything.

Ning Kun didn't speak. He took a deep breath. His palms were tightly clenched. His nails fell into the flesh of his palms, and he felt a little pain.

The young people who were still sneering at by the six headmen yesterday broke the "record" today, which shocked everyone's eyes. As a branch headman of the ghost gate, Ning Kun was also a disciple of the ghost gate. The ghost gate had been sealed for so many years. As soon as the new owner came, so many disciples of the six headmen and the ghost gate doubted his strength, As a result, he had to break into the training tower to succeed as the leader of the ghost sect. In case of some accidents, wouldn't they become the sinners of the ghost sect? Under such circumstances, how can Ning Kun not feel uncomfortable.

Ning Kun suddenly turned and walked towards the back mountain. A leader of the sub hall responded and cried: "head of Ning Kun Hall... Please stay."

"Well?" Ning Kun stopped, turned and looked at the man, squinted and asked, "what can I do for you?"

"Head of ningkun hall, you are the oldest disciple among the disciples of Guimen. You are also the first among the seven sub halls. In your opinion, can he walk out of the training tower safely?"

"What do you mean?" Ning Kun smell speech, the facial expression suddenly changes of very ugliness.

"In the ghost gate, no one can step into the 12th floor at one time. This young man, when he reaches the 12th floor, should not be able to walk out. You know, this is a training tower with entrance but no exit. Even the old master didn't come out, let alone a young man in his twenties?" The guy said slowly.

"Yes, the power of the 12th floor is enough to destroy everything. It's so powerful that it's hard to imagine. If he doesn't come out, his body may be crushed by the pressure of power, and he can't leave the training tower alive." Another disciple also said.

But while they were talking, Mo Wen's breath had reached the 13th level.

The crowd was shocked again, and the scene was as silent as death.

"Hum, the master is the life of crape myrtle. He will never disappoint any of the disciples of Guimen." When Ning Kun saw this, his face showed pride.

It's true that Mo Wen would never give up such an exercise opportunity. Even when he reached the 12th level, he felt very uncomfortable under the pressure. After all, the array and the formula of cultivation were too attractive. If he didn't continue to practice with his body's permission, he would be very sorry to Zhong Weizi.

The cultivation array laid by Zhong Weizi and the seal of the cultivation tower are designed to lock the mother spirit stone. The cultivation of the tower layer by layer is also to prevent traitors from appearing in the ghost door. It's very good for ordinary people to enter the seventh or eighth floor, but don't ask to step on the thirteenth floor, which is enough to shock the whole disciples of the ghost door.

Don't ask biting white teeth, eyes with ordinary people can't imagine tenacity, pupil out with a touch of stubborn.

But when it came to the 13th floor, Mo Wen just stepped in, and his clothes were pressed into powder by the sudden pressure. He could clearly see the full blood on his skin, and his bones were also pressed with invisible pressure to make a clucking sound.

Now he felt that he was carrying a weight of ten thousand jin, and every muscle seemed to be crushed by the pressure from all sides.

Unlike the 12th floor, the air here seems to have been emptied. There is no air available for Mo Wen to breathe. Mo Wen can only use Zhenyuan to protect his heart and master his breathing, so that he can barely stand on the void of the 13th floor.

However, this is just the beginning. When the power empties all the breath, the pressure formed is enough to destroy a master above the realm of divine cultivation.

However, Mo Wen didn't care about these, his eyes still didn't change, he began to cross legged sit down, for the next step of cultivation, but the action seems to be more slow.

I don't know how long it took for him to reach the fourteenth level until his movement and speed returned to the normal level.

As soon as he stepped into the fourteenth floor, Mo Wen's muscles, blood vessels and internal organs began to burst, and his whole body was covered with blood, like a bloody man.

"It's the fourteenth level. I can still persist now. I can't give up at this critical time... Besides, my second level purple Ling fire dragon has reached four stars. If I persist, I may break through five stars..."

However, in every level of cultivation, Mo Wen has to endure the torture that life is worse than death. In every step, Mo Wen has to break more than 40000 meridians and recast them. This process is very painful. Few people can bear such a degree of pain.

At this time, Mo Wen's face showed a painful expression, gritted his teeth hard, and began to slowly practice the next step.

Since his body sent out the smell of purple Ling fire, he began to repair the cracked muscles and broken blood vessels. This is the effect of his practice of purple Ling fire. Although the process is painful, once he is advanced, don't ask every meridian of his body, he will also strengthen his physical quality with the progress, which is in the process of repair and destruction, Don't ask, I feel like I've been cut open by tens of thousands of knives. Even people with great perseverance can't bear the pain.

Outside the ghost Gate Temple, several dark shadows passed like night owls.

Then he stopped at the entrance of the ghost gate.

"Haha, as expected, the power of Lingshi comes from here. It seems that someone has found the ghost temple. Haha... It's exactly the same as the boss's guess. It's called: there's no place to find when you break the iron shoes. It doesn't cost you any effort. Ha ha ha... "

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