Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

"Do you have any objections to my martial arts ranking?

If you have anything to say, don't tell me. Go to the Tower of Babel and compare the levels you have passed. Then you will know the level of your own strength, right?"’

‘Still don't agree? In real life, if you get hurt or lose your life, it's not worth it. Why not try the Babel Arena?

Absolutely fair, no cheating...

What if you want to secretly test whether you can be the opponent's opponent?

You only need to pay two people's share of spiritual thoughts, and you can call up the strength when they broke into the Tower of Babel, and simulate a fight in the ring. '

Chang thought of the surprised and unbelievable expressions of the audience at that time, and now he is already a little excited.

Yes, in the Tower of Babel, there will be a list of floors, so that they don't have to ask me. Just go and see it yourself and it will be clear at a glance.

He looked at the Tower of Babel, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he almost hugged it to kiss it.

Sensing the consumption of his spiritual thoughts, Han Lian was not careless. He restrained the Tower of Babel and began to slowly restore his spiritual thoughts.

By the time he finished practicing, it was already evening.

Thinking of his achievements today, he couldn't help but turn over the Tower of Babel.

Looking at this small tower, Han Lian raised his hand and touched his chin, thinking.

Now that the design of this strange treasure is almost done, it is time to find a"victim" to experience it.

Who should I find?...

Various characters flashed through Han Lian's mind, and the first person he thought of was Leng Hanchan.

But considering that what happened before was still vivid in his mind, he suddenly felt that it would be better to change someone.

After thinking about it, he immediately had a candidate.

He originally wanted to open the door and go up the stairs, but just as he was about to open the door, he felt that it was a bit slow, so he turned over and jumped down from the window.....

Inside the gate of Tongtian Pavilion, there are gatehouses on both sides.

In one of the gatehouses, Nie Tong and Feng Zheng were setting up a table with food and wine, eating casually.

They didn't know when the two of them got together.

In addition, the two of them later became sworn brothers, and now they are just one pair of pants away from each other.

Han Lian used the formation to determine their positions, and in a few flashes he was outside the gatehouse.

He knocked on the gatehouse door silently, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

When the two saw Han Lian, they were slightly stunned, and then stood up.

In their impression, this seemed to be the first time Han Lian took the initiative to find them. As the saying goes, one does not visit a person without a reason. Han Lian came to find them, so there must be something.

Although they were still a little uneasy, they felt relieved when they saw a hint of joy on Han Lian's face. Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Lian opened his mouth, the two were startled.

"Don't worry, eat and drink well first."

‘There's nothing wrong with this, but I always feel like something is wrong....’

The two looked at each other, Nie Tong cleared his throat, and bowed:

"Mr. Han, since you are here, I will naturally listen to your reasons first. We have already eaten and are now drinking some wine."

Han Lian heard this and glanced at Feng Xiu. Seeing that he could not help nodding, his mind moved slightly and he took out the Tower of Babel.

It was looming in Han Lian's hand, and it was quite mysterious as it circulated.

"I have successfully refined this treasure, and I would like to ask you two to help me test its power."

"！"

Hearing this, Nie Tong was immediately shocked.

They knew Han Lian's strength. He was only at the fifth level of Butterfly Transformation, but he was able to suppress the number one prodigy Tongyou Jieju, and his skills were even able to kill the Purple Mansion master. If the two of them tried Han Lian's treasure, wouldn't that be a death sentence for them?

He glanced at Feng Xiu, and thinking of his own Blood God Son's skills, he vaguely"understood" what Han Lian meant, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of determination:

"Come on, Mr. Han, I can handle it!"

"..."

"You seem to have misunderstood me."

Han Lian looked at the other person with a slightly surprised expression, and then explained:

"This treasure has many wonderful uses, but it has no meritorious power. It is definitely safe to use this treasure."

No meritorious power?

Auxiliary spiritual weapon?

Nie Tong was surprised when he heard this.

Although this kind of spiritual weapon is useless, it is quite rare.

I just don't know what effect Mr. Han's spiritual weapon has.

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he made up his mind.

"bring it on!"

"Relax your mind and send your spiritual thoughts into the tower. You will see a light blue butterfly and bind your spiritual thoughts to it....."

Under Han Lian's guidance, with the world spinning in an instant, Nie Tong's spiritual thoughts appeared in the Tower of Babel.

He stood on the first floor, sensing the various thoughts in his mind, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Set up your own title?

Isn't this the name that Mr. Han mentioned?...He was called 'Blood God Son'.

After he finished setting it up, he looked around again. Hearing about ordinary, genius, evildoer, and martial arts, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Forget about ordinary. Martial arts is obviously a martial arts practice, so how can I be considered a genius?

The thought flashed through his mind, and in the blink of an eye, a hazy figure appeared in front of him.

The figure was only at the first level of Transcendental, and just counted down and shouted '3, 2, 1', and then attacked him.

‘Kill the enemy in front of you and you will enter the next level. The enemies on the next level are one level higher than the current one....’

Nie Tong sensed the consciousness coming from his mind, and his eyes lit up.

This is good!

As his thoughts flowed, he instantly grabbed the blood of the figure in front of him, and with a light squeeze, it disappeared.

The second layer, the third layer, the fourth layer....

At first, Nie Tong was calm and at ease, but when the celestial phenomena appeared on the 40th floor, his expression began to change a little.

Although he still easily killed him, that feeling made him take it seriously.

Because the power of the opponent's first-level celestial phenomena was stronger than his own.

He felt that if they were both at the same level, he might not be the opponent of the opponent.

‘It's getting interesting. '

A gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of seriousness in his expression.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the 54th floor after clearing all the levels.

Looking at the hazy figure in front of him, a little blood flashed in his eyes. Although his current state was perfect, his aura was still a little fluctuating.

It was only the 53rd floor, which meant that the other party's cultivation was at the third level of the butterfly transformation?

Who would have thought that it took him nearly two hours to kill the other party, and 90% of his spiritual energy was consumed....

He had just decided to start, but he saw the opponent's celestial phenomenon began to shake, and attacks came at him one after another.

Seeing that the opponent's attack methods were getting more and more fierce, his expression changed slightly, and he began to use his own taboo methods.

As the blood flowed, he finally exhausted his strength and successfully killed him.

Looking at the figure on the 55th floor, he hesitated for a moment, and still chose to confirm.

But the opponent's offensive, like before, became different again.

Half an hour later, he was unwilling to be wiped out by the celestial phenomenon, and his head was cut off.

As his spirit returned to the flesh, he stood up suddenly, his expression was a little uncertain. Is there anything wrong, he is now the seventh level of Butterfly Transformation, and he can't beat the fifth level of Butterfly Transformation?

Tianjiao? Is he really a Tianjiao?

"How?"

At this moment, Han Lian's gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Sir, let me try again."

He gritted his teeth and probed his mind into the Tower of Babel again.

This time, he thought about it and did not choose"Glorious", but"Demon".

He passed through level after level, and when he reached the 40th level, he was numb.

Two celestial phenomena?