Sword God

The Tongtian God Tower on the second floor does not seem to be much different from the first floor. It is still so dim and so desolate. You can still see the corpses, the corpses of giants and the beasts, but Chen Zong is also keen It was found that the remaining breath of the corpse on the second floor was stronger than the remaining breath of the corpse on the first floor as a whole.

But again, the giant corpses and monster corpses on the second floor seem to be older.

At this level, Chen Zong did not create any living creatures, but found a spiral staircase, a spiral staircase that kept going up.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong continued to climb the stairs, also into the darkness, and also when he climbed to a nearly exhausted level before he reached the new level, let's call it the third level.

Next is the fourth floor, and then the fifth floor.

Chen Zong discovered that although he couldn’t feel his self-cultivation in this celestial tower, his powerful strength seemed to be lost as a result, and his physical strength became very limited, but he didn’t feel thirsty nor Feel hungry, or you might die of thirst here.

Find one spiral ladder after another, climb continuously, and climb to the next level.

As if there is no end.

"How many floors are there in the Tongtianjin Tower?" When Chen Zong climbed to the sixth floor, he was breathless, and the whole person seemed to be tired and paralyzed. He could only pause to rest, restore his strength, and think about it.

"Is it the so-called becoming a god, is it the summit?" Chen Zong came up with such an idea suddenly.

Ascent to the top!

This is quite possible. After all, the Tongtian God Tower is so attractive, attracting countless powerful moths to pour into it, there must be its great mystery.

But so far, Chen Zong has already climbed to the sixth floor, but he hasn't encountered anything. Wouldn't it be easier if the summit could become a god?

Even if the Tongtianjin Tower has one hundred or even one thousand or even ten thousand floors, as long as there is no danger encountered, it is just climbing, nothing more than spending some time.

Compared with becoming a god, it takes hundreds of years and thousands of years to count.

A cultivator from mortal continuous cultivation to the holy order, how much suffering and setbacks and dangers, how many people fell on the way, how many people stepped on the peak to impact the holy order and failed, if only continuous, there is no danger Climbing can become a god, no one wants to.

Such a price is undoubtedly the smallest.

Walking becomes a god!

This is undoubtedly the case, but is it possible?

Anyway, Chen Zong wouldn’t believe it. What a huge price the Lord Mo Jianshan paid. It was a plan at the cost of Mo Jianshan, and it spanned over a million years. This plan was planned to Chen Zong's head came up, and after several twists and turns, he eventually died.

No, maybe there is a follow-up, but at least it has nothing to do with yourself. At least, I have suffered a lot of setbacks. Even if I want to continue, it is not so easy.

What I have seen before is that many giants and beasts rushed into the Tongtian God Tower in order to become gods.

But did they eventually become gods?

It seems that there is no body. What Chen Zong saw is a corpse. So far, there have been thousands of corpses traversing every layer of Tongtian God Tower.

It can be seen that how difficult it is to become a god, just climb to the top?

Probably, there is no top floor.

All in all, Chen Zong didn’t know. Anyway, it’s searching. Constantly searching, you will see some text on each layer, but unfortunately, most of them don’t understand, and a few can understand. As of now, Chen Zong's understanding of the Tongtian God Pagoda is still relatively simple. Coupled with the limitation of thinking ability, it is difficult to guess how much at a time.

Find, then climb.

"It should be the ninth floor." Chen Zong panted, staring like Venus. Although he can eat without eating or drinking, but the feeling of physical exertion is still very strong.

Tiredness swept through like a tide, and Chen Zong had to withdraw his previous thoughts. If there are thousands of tens of thousands of layers in the heavenly pagoda, it is really not an easy task to reach the summit.

After self-joke, Chen Zong took the time to recover his physical strength, maintained his breathing rhythm, and recovered his physical strength quickly.

After climbing layer by layer, Chen Zong clearly remembered how many times he climbed the spiral ladder.

"Eighty-ninth floor!" Chen Zong was still panting, only feeling weak all over, limbs weak, and had to rest longer.

Stopping around and climbing the 89th floor is also an eye-opener for Chen Zong. In addition to seeing the corpses of giants and beasts, Chen Zong also found the corpses of gods and demons and the corpses of human races, which were filled with decay. I don’t know how long it has been since I died.

In addition, I also saw some corpses that are not gods, demons, giants, or beasts, nor human races. They are nearly human races but different from human races. They have different characteristics and more than one kind.

At least until now, I have climbed to the 89th floor. The bodies of strong men of different races that Chen Zong has seen are at least hundreds. Hundreds of races are incredible.

Where do so many races come from?

The human race comes from the ancient Profound Realm, and the devil comes from the God Demon Realm, so what about those giants and beasts?

Are there other races that look like humans and gods?Never seen it.

Chen Zong increasingly felt that the universe was extremely mysterious.

It seemed that there was a veil covering it, making it impossible for me to see through the mysteries. The more so, the more Chen Zong wanted to uncover that veil and see through its mysteries.

It's just a pity that it can't be done at present, at least with its current level, it's still not enough.

For a time, Chen Zong had an urge not to break through the mysteries of the Tongtian God Tower and not to leave, but reason reasonably contained the urge in a timely manner. Who knows what the mysteries of the Tongtian God Tower are, and has anyone ever cracked it.

It is better to find a way to leave this place first, but it is a pity that he has not found a way to leave, but instead climbs up.

After the rest, as soon as his physical strength was completely restored, Chen Zong acted again and continued to search.

Not far away, he saw the corpse again, but this time it seemed that there were a lot of corpses.

The corpses I saw before were scattered. At most, there were two or three. However, there are as many as dozens of corpses at present, scattered around and constantly moving forward.

Chen Zong looked a little dignified. After careful observation, he concluded that these powerful men were killed in battle, and although their corpses were somewhat decayed, they were not damaged.

All are sword wounds.

In other words, all of these powerful men died under the sword, and Chen Zong can also infer that they died under the same sword, which means that they died under the same sword.

Holy Order!

These dozen corpses, but all of them are Holy Order strongmen.

Moving forward, Chen Zong again saw a dead body, with different postures, but the wounds were the same, and the wound was still a sword.

More than a dozen, twenty or thirty.

All are holy orders, there are giants, gods and demons, and other races. The remaining breath is amazing. Even Chen Zong also saw a giant 15 meters high. The powerful gods and demons and other strong races were also killed, and all died under sword wounds.

Chen Zong couldn't help closing his eyes, making inferences based on the positions and postures of these strong men's corpses falling to the ground and the sword wounds on his body. A battlefield suddenly appeared in his mind.

Dozens of small saints and big saints of different races teamed up to siege an unknown sword repair. That sword repair alone and dozens of strong men of all races, they would not fall in the slightest. When Jianguang passed by, he penetrated a small holy realm and killed one of the swords.

Kill kill!

Continuously, one strong man after another died under the sword of this mysterious sword repair. It was terrifying to the extreme. Even the strong men at the level of the Great Holy Realm could not resist his sword, and were eventually killed one after another.

Chen Zong's eyes opened, his body trembling unconsciously, and there was a terrifying shock in the depths of his eyes.

What a terrible sword repair, what a terrible sword skill.

Fighting dozens of saints with one sword and one sword alone, or even killing them all, what a sword skill is, how terrifying.

That kind of swordsmanship, just thinking about it, Chen Zong felt a trembling feeling.

Later, Chen Zong saw it and saw a figure, not a giant, nor a beast, nor a demon or other race, but a human race.

This human race is an old man. A broken robe seems to be an old man with a rag on her body. Her long hair is scattered and off-white. It looks like a boring weed. Her face is thin and covered with wrinkles. It is the same as old dry bark that lacks moisture.

Such an old man, if he changes a place, such as a street or a bridge hole, and gives him a broken bowl and a branch as crutches, it is a figure of a beggar.

Is it a beggar?

Of course not, even if you think about it, it makes people feel horrified and trembling. Yes, Chen Zong can be sure that this old man is the powerful sword repairer, which killed dozens of saint-level strongmen of all races Sword repair.

Why is it so certain, only because of the sword in the opponent's hand.

This old man stood upright as if standing on the ground, but his right hand was holding a long sword, slantingly pointed at the ground, and the whole body was still filled with a remnant of amazing sword power.

This sword, after careful observation by Chen Zong, is sure that it is in agreement with the deadly sword wounds on the dozens of sage-level strongmen of various races, and one-on-one. This shows that dozens of sage-level strongmen of various races , All died under this sword.

A tyrannical existence that killed dozens of sacred rank strongmen with a sword in his hand, what a magnificent generation, and what level of strength did it reach?

Not only the Great Holy Realm, but perhaps the level of the sword master, equivalent to the level of the Holy Patriarch level.

But such a strong existence, nowadays, is also like those corpses, always in silence, standing here.