Life Script: Looting the Ancient Eucharist at the beginning

Fengdu.

Eighteen floors of hell.

The flames soared into the sky, and the screams of ghosts became one.

There are ruins everywhere.

Ghost hunters and ghosts have almost gone mad.

But no one flinched.

This is a war between the two clans, and it can only end if one side completely disappears.

In the distance, the [-]-story tower continued to glow with light.

Those ghosts looked at him with horror at first, but they soon became numb.

They never expected that someone would be able to rush all the way to the No.17 floor in such a short period of time.

Not even half an hour.

"The person in the third space has almost reached the No.18 floor."

"The people in the first space, the fifth space, the ninth space and the No.13 space are not slow! They will catch up soon!"

"too frightening!"

As ghosts, they naturally know how difficult the challenges inside are.

Ghosts below the fourth level dare not go in to challenge them at all.

But now there are many human beings rushing up at a speed beyond their cognition.

How can you not be shocked!

inside the tower.

No.17 layers of hell.

Lin Bei wiped out the last kid casually, leaving the entire floor empty.

All opponents were wiped out by him.

And his realm was also raised to the ninth level of moving blood at this time.

It is only one step away from the Faxiang Realm.

In front of him, a rolling yellow river lay across the middle of the road.

Above, a bridge pierces the water.

Lin Bei walked slowly.

A strong breath of death came from the river below, and countless corpses flowed slowly above, including human beings and alien beasts.

Lin Bei glanced at it, then continued to walk forward.

After walking a few hundred meters, they came to a big iron gate.

On the side of the iron gate, there are ox heads and horse faces carved with statues.

When Lin Bei approached, the two statues trembled slowly.

There was a rustling sound, showing signs of waking up.

"A ghostly road ahead, strangers..."

"Stop!"

bang——

Lin Bei raised his spear and directly penetrated the two stone statues, and then his spiritual power exploded and stirred violently.

The two stone statues instantly turned into ashes.

"Stop the ghost."

Lin Bei stepped forward, but after thinking for a while, he returned to the original place.

He uses the spear as a pen, stirring the air.

After a while, the fragments of bull's head and horse face were gathered by Lin Bei into a few words on the ground.

"It's here, don't worry."

"Lin Beiliu."

After leaving the handwriting, Lin Bei kicked open the door and walked in.

Walking through the gate, the appearance of the No.18 floor is in front of you.

Very different from the previous [-]th floor, the [-]th floor is obviously much quieter.

Even a little silent.

There was no sound at all.

But it's normal to think about it, there are not many ghosts that can come here, and they are all lured out at this time, so it will naturally be very quiet.

"Where is the transmission channel...?" Lin Bei closed his eyes and felt it, but he didn't notice anything strange.

He looked around, and there was a huge stone in the center of the eighteenth floor, with a long sword stuck above it.

Many runes that Lin Bei didn't recognize were engraved on the surrounding walls.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Bei took the ring out of the system space.

"Old Yan? Can Old Yan hear you?"

After a while, Yanlao's soul came out of the ring.

"Why did you call me again so quickly? I haven't recovered much yet." Yan Lao stretched his waist, his soul and body were still a little vain.

He glanced around and couldn't help but let out a slight snort.

"What is this place? Why does it feel so gloomy, with such a heavy death air!" Old Yan frowned.

"It's a long story, and I won't be able to explain it for a while." Lin Bei said immediately: "Old Yan, I want you to do me a favor."

"Well, tell me."

"Yan Lao, your perception ability is stronger than mine, can you detect if there are any transmission channels around you?"

Lin Bei did not forget his main purpose of coming here.

"Spatial channel? I'll look for it." Yan Lao agreed, and then closed his eyes, perceiving the surroundings carefully.

After a while, Yan Lao opened his eyes.

He pointed to the stone in the center and said, "This is it."

"This?" Lin Bei was puzzled.

He stepped forward and tapped the stone lightly, but found nothing special.

"Old Yan, are you sure?"

"Of course." Yan Lao stroked his beard and said confidently, "How could I make a mistake."

"This stone is not ordinary. It contains enormous energy. Have you seen the runes around it? They are engraved specifically for this stone. suppress."

"Presumably they are constantly borrowing the power in the stone to carry out long-distance space transmission."

"And Shitou's sword is also not bad, I feel a little fairy breath on the sword."

"Immortal?" Lin Bei was startled: "True or half-immortal?"

"Of course it's a half-immortal." Yan Lao said: "How can there be a real immortal in this world? And whether the real immortal is real or not, after all, no one has ever seen it."

"Then Yan Lao, if I want to destroy this teleportation channel, should I just destroy this stone?" Lin Bei asked.

Yan Lao shook his head: "No, if you make a rash move, I'm afraid it will cause a huge explosion. At that time, the space channel will indeed be gone, but I'm afraid you will be gone too."

Old Yan's spiritual body slowly floated around the stone.

Only then slowly said: "If you really want to destroy the transmission channel, you just need to pull out the long sword from the stone."

"Besides, there is an immortal aura above, maybe you can get some benefits from it." Yan Lao said.

Lin Bei nodded and walked forward.

"As far as I guess, this may be a weapon used by an immortal. The immortal breath should be the spirit in the weapon. If your talent is recognized, there is a high probability that you can achieve a little inheritance from that immortal." Yan Lao stared This long sword: "This immortal is not simple. During his lifetime, he was definitely a strong man who suppressed an immortal realm."

"call--"

Lin Bei took a deep breath, then grabbed the long sword with both hands, gathered all the strength in his body, and pulled it out with all his strength.

But the long sword remained motionless, not even trembling once.

"This..." Lin Bei was a little shocked, this was the first time he encountered a completely helpless weapon.

But it aroused his competitive spirit.

"I don't believe it anymore." Lin Bei yelled, holding both hands, and his blood burst out instantly.

Old Yan shook his head lightly: "Sure enough, how can mortals afford the weapons of immortals?"

But the next moment, Yan Lao's eyes shrank suddenly.

Suddenly, there was a huge sound on the boulder.

The long sword was pulled out inch by inch by Lin Bei.

Looking at Lin Bei's body again, a faint white gas, like smoke, shrouded his body.

"Xianyuan! How could he have such a thing!"