Batian Martial Soul

Dream Tower
"Go away, or die!"

Ling Xiao had already given that person a chance, but not only did he not know how to cherish it, he even found a helper.

This made Ling Xiao's heart gradually turn cold.

This time, he won't let anyone go.

God's Tomb Realm is a life-and-death world. Maybe even a little kindness will lead to death.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

"on!"

However, the visitor didn't seem to realize Ling Xiao's anger.

He even waved his hand, and a group of people rushed into the Taiji Sword Saint pattern.

"court death!"

There was a murderous intent in Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Yin Yang Tai Chi, reverse yin and yang, the living die, the dead live!"

As his icy voice sounded, the Tai Chi Sword Diagram started to rotate.

Those people suddenly felt that the power of life in their bodies was rapidly disappearing, replaced by the feeling of death.

"Do not--!"

The person who first entered here screamed, and his vitality was completely exhausted.

But it's not over.

It's just the living die.

Next, is the life of the dead.

The so-called birth is not the real resurrection.

But undead.

The man opened his eyes like blue flames, let out a low growl, and then rushed towards his companion.

A terrible disaster happened.

But after a few minutes, everyone turned into hideous undead.

They are alive, but they are dead!
The Taiji Sword Saint pattern is so terrifying!
If it is equipped with the imaginary sword holy pattern, it can also prevent these people from escaping.

"Sixteen undead from the eighth god realm, the strongest has reached the eighth-level god emperor, not bad!"

Ling Xiao put away the Tai Chi sword drawing.

All the undead entered the black long sword.

Then, he saw a man.

"Your Excellency, do you want to try too?"

Ling Xiao looked at the person opposite, a woman, a woman in a blue robe.

Wearing a veil, but this does not prevent Ling Xiao from seeing her face.

On her face, there is a strange scar, like a blue lake.

The woman shook her head and said, "Little girl Ninth Dream!
He is a disciple of Menglou.

Your Excellency is really appreciative of performing the holy pattern of swordsmanship again.

Therefore, the special son was invited to the Dream Tower to narrate. "

"Dream House?"

Ling Xiao frowned and said, "Where is that place?"

"Menglou is a force in the God Tomb Realm."

Ninth Dream replied: "Menglou has existed in the God Tomb Realm for tens of thousands of years, and has formed a set of effective handling styles.

Our purpose is simple.

Those who join the dream building must pass the invitation of the people of the dream building.

Once you join, it becomes our family.

We share weal and woe and unite with the outside world.

What we are most taboo about is our own people's internal strife.

But if there is such a thing, kill it together! "

"I'm only a sixth-level realm king, Menglou invited me?"

Ling Xiao naturally wouldn't fully believe what this person said.

In this world, there is no power that is completely free from internal strife and privileges.

Even if there is, it is only the beginning, in the long years, there will always be changes.

Therefore, Ling Xiao will not pursue such illusory things, he is more realistic.

As long as the internal warriors of the Batian Empire live in harmony and are relatively fair.

Where is there a person who can level a bowl of water?
Even for him, those people in his heart have differences in importance.

"What we value is your talent and future.

Rather than the current strength! "

Ninth Dream smiled and said: "There are many people who come to the God's Tomb Realm and will never leave.

Practice hard here, as long as you are talented, under the protection of my dream building, you can naturally grow up. "

"Since that's the case, it's okay to go and have a look!"

Ling Xiao nodded.

Although he didn't fully believe in the purpose of Menglou, it would be good if he could achieve half of it.

He will now spend three months alone in the God Tomb Realm, so he must have some help.

Otherwise it's really a bit troublesome.

"Come with me!"

Ninth Dream smiled and rose into the air.

In the towering woodland, she didn't fly high, probably because she didn't want to attract too much attention.

Ling Xiao followed behind.

About an hour later, Ninth Dream came to a deep valley.

The dense fog here is like a natural maze.

"Follow me!"

Ninth Dream took Ling Xiao's hand and walked in a special path in the mist.

After walking for another half an hour, I saw a castle in the air.

This pavilion has no foundation, it is actually suspended in mid-air.

It looks like you should be able to leave at any time.

"All this is to prevent Menglou from being encircled and suppressed."

Ninth Dream explained.

"Dream Tower has existed for tens of thousands of years. It must be extremely powerful, but it will be besieged?"

Ling Xiao was a little surprised.

"That's because you don't understand the horror of the God's Tomb Realm.

This is only the edge of the God Tomb Realm, you should already feel the danger.

If it goes further inside, on the real battlefield, it will be called a tragedy, often tens of thousands against tens of thousands.

Even battles of hundreds of thousands against hundreds of thousands will break out.

That's really fate! "

When Jiumeng talked about this matter, there was a touch of sadness in her eyes. It could be seen that someone she was familiar with died on the battlefield.

Below the castle in the air is a valley with beautiful scenery, and there are many figures of people in it.

These are probably people from Dream Tower.

"Ninth Dream, who is this person?"

A figure appeared flickeringly, glanced at Ling Xiao and asked, "You know that I can't easily bring outsiders in in the secret realm of Dream Tower."

"I have already invited him to join Menglou."

Ninth Meng said: "This person's name is Ling Xiao, and he is good at the technique of holy patterns!"

"Meet the first dream!"

At this moment, a figure fell from the dream tower.

It is also a woman, and the figure is similar to the ninth dream.

But the breath is even more terrifying.

Also wearing a veil, indifferent and noble.

Like a queen.

In Menglou, there is no master.

All are listed in order of rank.

The stronger the strength, the higher the ranking.

First Dream has been in this position for hundreds of years.

In other words, she has been in the God Tomb Realm for hundreds of years.

"Would you like to join my Dream Tower?"

First Meng looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"I am very interested in hearing Ninth Dream mention your purpose.

If Menglou does not restrict my personal freedom, I would naturally be willing to join! "

Ling Xiao said.

"To join Menglou, you need to understand three things:
First, you must not fight with your peers;

Second, don't betray Menglou;
Third, while receiving the protection of Menglou, one must have achieved more than a thousand merits before leaving. "

Said the first dream.

"Achievement?"

Ling Xiao could understand the first two, but Ling Xiao was a little confused about the third.

"Complete the mission of Menglou, or the person who shelters Menglou, can be counted as merit.

Everyone in Menglou has a Menglou Token and will record these.

Don't worry, even if you are only a warrior of the sixth god realm, it is very easy to achieve a thousand merits. For example, you can get at least a hundred merits if you save a companion with the same level of cultivation. "

Ninth Dream explained.

"Okay, I'll join!"

Ling Xiao also understands that if you join a certain force, if you want to gain rights, you have to pay certain obligations.

(End of this chapter)