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Feng Linglan and Su Xiaohan's life in the Tower of Babel was not as easy as that of Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu.

The two of them finally defeated the two phantoms and entered the first floor of the Tower of Babel. They were forced to fight with the Mingdao Masters to compete for the crystal stones in their hands.

Several people died during this period.

Not everyone can take off the crystals on the back of their hands in time and leave the Tower of Babel.

More people didn't have time to take off the crystals on the back of their hands until they were killed.

Because there are many opportunities in the Tower of Babel, no one is willing to give up the temptation brought by these things.

"I wonder how the ancestor and his uncle are doing?" Feng Linglan sighed softly with a faint tone.

Since entering the Tower of Babel, she has not seen the shadows of Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu.

There are only two explanations. One is that Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu have already left the Tower of Tongtian, and the other is that the two of them have made faster progress and have gone to a higher level space in the tower.

Feng Linglan didn't believe the first possibility.

Because she felt that Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu were definitely not that weak.

The more reliable guess now is that Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu are making faster progress in their exploration and have already left her and Su Xiaohan behind.

"Don't worry, Sister Linglan, uncle and the others will be fine for sure." Su Xiaohan's eyes were still searching for the location of the teleportation formation in the maze.

She and Yi Zhiyu must leave here as soon as possible.

Because the crystal stones in their hands are no longer enough.

The crystal that Feng Linglan is lighting up now is the last crystal for the two of them.

If this crystal was gone, the two of them would be trapped here.

Of course, two people can also choose to take off the crystals on the back of their hands and leave here.

But this is obviously not the result the two want to see.

It was not their style to leave in such a dejected manner.

The space inside the fourth floor tower.

Feng Lingqiu and Yi Zhiyu waited here boredly, and the so-called tower spirit did not give any further hints.

Feng Lingqiu guessed that this should be due to the insufficient number of people in the fourth floor of the tower.

Moreover, he was also worried about why the crystal on the back of his hand disappeared.

This means that he and Yi Zhiyu cannot leave the Tower of Babel at any time.

For some reason, there is always a lingering sense of uneasiness in his heart now.

"Master, why are you frowning all the time?" Yi Zhiyu asked curiously when he noticed that Feng Lingqiu was frowning and looking down in thought.

"I always feel that this Tower of Babel is a bit strange, and I don't quite understand it." Feng Lingqiu shook his head and said.

"Oh." Seeing that Feng Lingqiu had no intention of continuing the conversation, Yi Zhiyu closed his mouth angrily.

The space inside the third floor tower.

All the Mingdao Venerables who entered this place began a carpet-like search.

Master Mingdao who can enter the space in the third floor of the tower so quickly is basically a person who has the power of the family and sect behind him.

They have more information than casual cultivators.

Among them was Yu Baifeng, who wanted to win over Feng Lingqiu to join the Yu family a while ago.

At this moment, Yu Baifeng had a hideous bloodstain on his chest. The bloodstain was so deep that he could even see his bones. The bright red blood dyed most of his clothes red.

His face was pale, his breath was dying, and he looked like he was about to die soon.

Yu Baifeng leaned against a rock, and in front of him was his accomplice who was in the same miserable condition.

Yu Baifeng and his party of four are now hiding here and there.Tibetan.

The protector of the ninth-grade Mingdao Venerable is not here, otherwise Yu Baifeng wouldn't be in such a mess.

As for why his old protector is not by his side...

Yu Baifeng couldn't help but blush when he thought of this.

Because the protector was defeated by his own shadow before he entered the Tower of Babel.

It's not that the protector is weak, but that the protector was tricked by his matching teammates.

"Brother Feng, how is your injury?" The woman in the purple skirt looked at Yu Baifeng with a distressed look on her face, and whispered concerned.

"It's okay. Fortunately, I have Rou'er's elixir, otherwise I would be in danger." Yu Baifeng said with lingering fear.

"Well, this is all thanks to the alchemist we met a few days ago. If it weren't for the top-quality healing elixir he gave me as compensation, I could only watch Brother Feng die. "The woman in the purple skirt has a deep affection for Yu Baifeng and gently shook her head.

Ah Fu, who had dark skin, remained silent.

He pressed a big hand on Yu Baifeng's shoulder, and continuously poured the power of Qi and blood into the opponent's body, speeding up the opponent's refining of the elixir.

Ah Fu is a physical practitioner and has extremely strong energy and blood. It is not difficult for him to assist Yu Baifeng in refining the elixir.

With Ah Fu's help, Yu Baifeng's pale face gradually improved and became more rosy.

Seeing this, the woman in the purple skirt finally relaxed her heart.

"Brother Feng, the aboriginal people in this third dimension are really powerful. They all have the ability to fight beyond the level. If we want to get enough souls to leave here, we can only unite and kill the lone ones." Wearing a black shirt The ordinary young man spoke.

"It is important to go to the fourth level of space, but the opportunity of this third level should not be missed." Yu Baifeng took a deep breath and shook his head.

He was in no hurry to leave the space on the third floor of the tower.

"From ancient times to the present, many of the most beloved members of families and sects have fallen into this third dimension. As long as we find their storage devices, we can make a fortune."

"In addition, on the ground under this gray sky, there are also many gathering places and heritage sites for aboriginal people. Our target should be these two places."

"No one wants to leave empty-handed, right?" Yu Baifeng took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Our Qiu family's information has also recorded that there is a magical hot spring in an aboriginal gathering place. As long as you soak in it for a period of time, you can increase your own qi and blood power by [-]%. It is a treasured cultivation place that countless body practitioners dream of. ." The woman in purple skirt said slowly.

She paused and continued: "This news was brought by an elder in our family in the year 3000. He was not a physical practitioner before he came to the Kuxian Mansion, but after coming out of the Koxian Mansion, his strength has been able to match that of his colleagues. The level of physical cultivation is comparable."

Hearing this, Ah Fu, who was sending Qi and blood power to Yu Baifengdu, his eyes lit up and he said, "Master, I want to go to this place."

"But this third level space is so big, where should we look for it? And it's too dangerous here. It's better to leave as soon as possible." The man in black shirt said with a distressed look.

In fact, he also has a lot of information about the third dimension. For example, in an aboriginal gathering place, there is a stone tablet called the Sword Tablet.

As long as you can leave a trace on it with your sword, you will have the supreme power to cleanse your sword intention and improve your swordsmanship. This is an opportunity that countless swordsmen dream of.

but!

The man in black shirt is now scared.

He was frightened by the aboriginal sword cultivator on the opposite side who slashed him with a sword.

Everyone is a swordsman, and there is no way to compare his sword with the sword across from him.

The attack he was most proud of was easily defeated by the opponent.

"If you want to leave, just take off the crystal in your hand." Qiu Rou said unceremoniously.

"..." The man in black shirt was silent.

Although he was afraid of the aborigines in the third dimension, he still couldn't do it if he were to leave in such a dejected manner.

Moreover, he also knows very well that compared to the opportunities on the third level, the opportunities behind him cannot be missed.

There is even a secret to becoming an immortal!

The realm of immortality is the realm that all warriors from the Xiaoyu Realm dream of reaching.

Because even a powerful person in the Three Tribulation Realm will die one day.

If you want to get rid of this shackles, you can only achieve the body of an immortal.

Yu Baifeng closed his eyes and quietly adjusted his breath.

With the help of the top-grade seventh-grade healing elixir refined by Feng Lingqiu, it only took more than half an hour for the bone-deep blood mark on Yu Baifeng's chest to recover as before.

The newly grown flesh and blood are white and clean, no different from Yu Baifeng's original flesh and blood.

"This seventh-grade elixir is very effective." Yu Baifeng said in surprise.

How long has it been before his condition has fully recovered?

If it were Yu Baifeng's own healing elixirs, Yu Baifeng's current injuries would not be completely healed in less than ten days and a half.

"It's a pity that there is only one such elixir." Thinking of this, Yu Baifeng sighed with regret.

"Rou'er, after we go out, we have to find a way to get in touch with that senior Feng." Yu Baifeng looked at Qiu Rou and said slowly.

Qiu Rou thought for a while, nodded and said, "I think I can take out my flying spiritual weapon and let Senior Feng's spiritual pet vent his anger."

"It's just that if this happens, Rou'er, your flying spiritual weapon will be gone." Yu Baifeng said.

"If we can establish a relationship with that alchemist, let alone a flying spiritual weapon, it doesn't matter even if it is ten or a hundred." Qiu Rou's attitude was very firm.

After all, if it weren't for the healing pill that Feng Lingqiu had given her as compensation before, Yu Baifeng would probably be dead by now.

Although the flying spiritual weapon was precious, it became nothing compared to its relationship with Feng Lingqiu.

Even if Feng Lingqiu, as the ancestor of the Feng family, cannot become the guest minister of the Yu family, it is still beneficial to be able to make friends with an eighth-grade spiritual alchemist.