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

"I'm so stupid, really...."

Nie Tong came back to his senses, raised his lifeless eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

"I had already guessed that there would be a certain gap between the evildoers and the geniuses, but I still chose to challenge them.

But I really didn't expect that the gap between the evildoers and the geniuses would be so big...."

At this time, he almost lost his fighting spirit. He didn't even look at Han Lian. He picked up the wine on the table and drank it down suddenly.

He drank so hard that the strong wine went down his throat, but he didn't feel any taste.

Yes, he was defeated again.

The Tongtian Pavilion set up by Han Lian, the so-called monster, was planned based on his own strength.

At first, Nie Tong broke through to the 47th floor and retreated unwillingly.

Then he tried several times in a row. Seeing that Feng Xiu next to him was getting more and more curious, he never gave him a chance to try.

Until he attacked five times in a row, he finally passed the 48th floor, and then he was"tyrannized" by the monster version of the 48th floor, and the whole person began to doubt his life.

He thought he was very talented, and his strength was now ranked ninth on the Tianjiao list.

But who could have thought that even with his strength, he would fall on the 48th floor after trying his best.

The evildoer is indeed an evildoer. Under the Twin Celestial Phenomena, he has extraordinary strength. He is only at the eighth level of Celestial Phenomena, but he can defeat the seventh level of Butterfly Transformation, a genius.

Moreover, this kind of defeat is not a back-and-forth fight, but a near-crushing one.

In this battle in the Tower of Babel, the spiritual weapon that is transformed cannot exceed the current realm of the individual.

If he holds a spiritual weapon of a higher realm in his hand, his combat power will naturally increase a lot, and he will naturally have the confidence to defeat the opponent.

But if the opponent is also like him,....When he thought of this, he felt his whole body trembling.

Although the pain in the Tower of Babel could be reduced, he still had to endure at least 30% of the simulated pain.

After being beaten over and over again, even though his body had no scars, his mind was greatly traumatized.

"How is it? How about this thing?"

At this time, Han Lian was sitting at the wine table, picking up small dishes and eating them.

Sensing that Nie Tong had been disconnected from the Tower of Babel, he asked casually.

Boom!

Hearing Han Lian's voice, Nie Tong also came back to his senses. He took a deep breath and bowed to Han Lian with an expression full of admiration:"This thing is so magical that I have never seen it before. I am convinced!"

"Come, let me have a look!"

After hearing this, Feng Xiu, who had been impatient for a long time, came forward and looked at the exquisite eight-treasure tower in front of him with some curiosity.

Under Han Lian's urging, it had now become the height of a man. Feng Xiu circled around it, but the shape seemed mysterious.

After seeing the three words"Tower of Babel" on it, a little doubt appeared on his face.

"Is it really that good?"

In his opinion, a treasure that can be called"Babel Tower" must be a rare killing treasure. He didn't know that his cheap brother seemed to have changed into a different person in just a quarter of an hour.

"The method of use is just like what I just said, Feng Xiu, you can also try it yourself."

Han Lian looked at the other person's expression and spoke with a faint smile.

Just now, Nie Tong entered the Tongtian Tower and provided him with a lot of spiritual thoughts.

Han Lian found that although he could not mobilize all of them, it was still no problem to draw some from them.

Although this kind of spiritual nourishment is not very useful to him, if it spreads and more people use it, it will be a different story.

"Let’s give it a try."

Feng Xiu held the wine jar, sat down cross-legged carelessly, and drew out his spiritual thoughts, wanting to explore the Tower of Babel.

At this time, Nie Tong came back to his senses.

He looked at Feng Xiu, the scene of being beaten before was vivid in his mind, and hurriedly reminded him:"Don’t choose the monster!"

"Monster, what monster is not a monster..."

Feng Xiu was confused after hearing this, as he had never entered the Tower of Babel. When the scene in front of him changed, he could not help but be stunned.

By passing the levels, one can judge his own strength, and also hone his own skills in finding the capital?

Sensing the description, he rubbed his hands excitedly: Mr. Han is really a great talent, he has such a rare treasure in his hands.

He looked around and suddenly saw the choices of ordinary, genius, and monster. He was slightly stunned.

‘I was wondering what Nie Tong was talking about just now, it turns out to be this....’He said this to himself in his heart, then he smiled and chose the evildoer and clicked on it.

"Come, let me see what this level-breaking means, and what the evil spirit is."

After a cup of tea,

Feng Xiu's spiritual thoughts were cut off from the Tower of Babel. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and then he reconnected and entered it.

After several cycles, his expression was also slightly absent-minded.

"I'm stupid, really...."

He looked around, reached out and snatched the wine jar from Nie Tong's hand, and began to drink heavily. He began to doubt his life.

"I already knew that Nie Tong reminded me not to go there for a reason, but I just wanted to go and see it. It's all my fault that I'm too weak...."

Yes, Nie Tong came up and challenged the list of evildoers. As a martial artist, his skills and methods were several times stronger than Nie Tong. He could barely get through the 48th floor, but he couldn't get through the 49th floor no matter what.

Although it seems that his record is one level higher than Nie Tong, this is normal.

Because Nie Tong is strong in his Blood God Son method.

But in this Tower of Babel, why do you keep resurrecting as the Blood God Son and keep getting beaten?

I am a martial arts genius who has reached the eighth level of butterfly transformation. I have no way to deal with Nie Tong's Blood God Son method. Can I not beat an evildoer in the realm of celestial phenomena?

At first he thought so, but as he thought about it, this question became certain.

Perhaps this is the difference between evildoers and geniuses.

Because he was too resistant, Feng Xiu became addicted to this kind of fighting from the beginning, and later he had a toothache when he saw the Tower of Babel.

The pain from deep in his heart had made him numb.

He drank strong liquor and felt that it had no taste. Suddenly he understood Nie Tong's words and poured the wine on his head for a while.

"Good brother, I regret not listening to what you said just now!"

After hearing this, Nie Tong felt better.

He wanted to say something, but as a genius, he was defeated by the Tianxiang realm, so he really couldn't open his mouth.

For a while, he just shook his head and drank the wine silently.

Seeing this, Han Lian knew that they were deeply shocked. He knew that he would not listen to anything he said to comfort them now, and they would only regard it as a sarcastic remark. So he just chuckled and asked knowingly:"Looking at the expressions of you two, I think you are going to challenge the monster list, right?

When Han ranked the younger generation of Luoyu Realm, he was only talking about the geniuses, not the monsters. The meaning of this is not aimless.

Don't mind being separated by the realm of monsters. This is normal.

Just like geniuses like you, can't you defeat ordinary cultivators?"

Hearing this, the two were still somewhat listless, but Feng Xiu still gave Han Lian a face and responded:"Sir, we two understand your reasoning, but we have always been the ones to cross borders and fight others, how could we be so aggrieved today?

Sir, mark out the evildoers alone.....What is a demon?

If there are such people in the world, wouldn't it be..."

He paused for a moment and did not say the rest.

"Isn't he invincible and unstoppable?"

Han Lian listened to the other party's words and continued casually, drinking the wine slowly.

He tasted the taste and smiled:"The monster itself is a genius among geniuses. It can be said that he is truly intolerable by heaven and earth. There are so few such people. In ten thousand years, there are only a handful of them.

Zhong Shenxiu, who lived about nine thousand years ago, Guanzizai, who lived five thousand years ago, and Xuantian Zhenren, who lived three thousand years ago, are all real monsters. They defy heaven to change their lives and go against yin and yang. Which one of them is not a person that heaven and earth fear?"

"It seems that Yun Liuyuan, the founding emperor of the Xunfeng Dynasty, and Leng Hanchan, the current number one prodigy, can barely be considered as monsters with 70% or 80% accuracy.

And people like Youhuang and Duxing should be considered half.

As for the remaining seven geniuses behind you, if you put them together, I think they can be considered a monster."

Han Lian said this lightly, but it made Nie Tong and the others change their expressions slightly.

They didn't originally have a thorough understanding of the distinction between geniuses and monsters. Perhaps when Han Lian was telling the story, he occasionally mixed in the word"monster", but it was just for emphasis and should not be taken seriously.

But now, what Han Lian said, although they didn't know much about these characters, but the"ten thousand years are only the number of fingers" alone was enough to make them uneasy.

But Han Lian didn't care about them anymore, but saw him raise his hand, and the Tower of Babel���It shrank and reappeared in his palm.

Han Lian looked at the Babel Tower. After the test just now, he felt quite satisfied. Then he looked at the two people and said,"This Babel Tower not only has three choices: ordinary, genius, and monster. In order to compete in the martial arts list, I have opened a martial arts Babel Tower.

In addition, there is also a Babel Arena with various wonderful uses. I will forget about it today.

When I sacrifice it in the future, you can experience it again."

After saying this, Han Lian picked up a jar of wine and walked away slowly.

Feng Xiu and Nie Tong stayed in the gatehouse. They looked at each other, leaving behind an indescribable expression, and everything was self-evident.

Han Lian gave the example of monsters, but there was one missing, and that was Mr. Han himself.....