"Dong dong dong..."

The swordsman, after being swept away by Yu Wuya's kick, fell to the ground like mud and rolled several times on the ground.

Then he lay on the ground, motionless.

He was not dead, not even seriously injured, but at this moment, all his thoughts were gone. This was a kind of despair that could never be greater than death.

It's like.

A person who has been proud all his life suddenly discovers that no one actually respects him. Everyone is just acting with him and treating him as a clown!

"Why is this...the swordsmanship that I am proud of, my undefeated swordsmanship...why is it so fragile..."

"It's not true, it's not true!!"

Finally, he stood up suddenly, and then stumbled towards the distance as if he had lost his mind.

At this moment, thousands of swords screamed mournfully between heaven and earth.

He's crazy.

For a returned ancestral god, even the wounds on the soul will be repaired automatically with the passage of time.

However, when he began to escape from reality, he was immersed in a dream. If he was unwilling to wake up, then he might never be able to wake up...

"This this……"

"Why……"

The old man and the woman looked at this scene with complex expressions in their eyes. Such a magnificent swordsman could be so lonely.

Maybe his sword will never appear again in this world.

And that huge creature in the sea of ​​blood was trembling even more at this moment - even the evil swordsman who almost killed it had such an end. If the Wuya Saint Lord wanted to kill him, what would be its end?

…

At this moment, it was so uneasy that it didn't even dare to speak. It just hoped that this man would be ruthless enough to stop caring about its previous rudeness.

"Why bother when you're humiliating yourself?"

Yu Wuya watched the crazy swordsman run away, shook his head sadly, then looked at the three ancestor gods and said lightly: "Today's matter ends here."

"From now on, no matter what I do, you are not allowed to spy? You are not allowed to interfere, otherwise... you will die!!"

Words and consequences? Murderous and terrifying.

Even if these three people are powerful ancestors, they still feel cold all over their bodies, and they quickly nod their heads, and then exit cautiously.

At this time, Yu Wuya walked out of the broken void, and the power of space and time around him quickly filled it up, as if the seawater was pouring in.

Soon, that time and space returned to its original state.

"This world is as huge as the ancestral world. Even the power of my spiritual thoughts is far from being able to completely cover it, so we can only act separately."

He thought for a moment, and then his body emitted a bright white light, and figures exactly like him separated from his body.

Astonishingly, they are all clones.

These clones set off in different directions and disappeared with one step, while his body also chose a direction and flew away.

…

The Tower of Babel in the Source Realm is located in a vast sea of ​​magma.

And where it stands? The magma with a radius of millions of miles has all cooled and solidified, turning into a dark rocky island.

Above the magma sea? There are practitioners coming and going all year round in an endless stream? They all come for the Babel Tower.

As we all know, there is a vast world inside the Tower of Babel, which contains countless opportunities, and many people have risen up in it!

At this time, people were coming and going on the dark rocky islands.

Some people came from outside and rushed into the tower. Some people came out of the tower and seemed to have received a lot of benefits and were ready to leave quickly. And some people silently stared at the people coming out of the tower and planned to

Let's do some robbery on the way...

At this time, next to the gate of Babel Tower.

Many people secretly smeared their blood on the Tower of Babel by pretending not to be aware of it.

Then he left without stopping at all, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Recognize the Lord of Babel Tower by dripping blood!

Although such a thing seems like wishful thinking at any time, even if you tell it, you will be laughed at.

But of all the people who come here, who can resist not giving it a try? Anyway, there is nothing to lose, so I would not be willing not to give it a try!

In fact, everyone firmly believes that they are different, and they also look forward to becoming one of the lucky ones among millions.

And at this time.

A young man in white clothes came to the tower.

After seeing those sneaky people, he smiled interestingly, and then squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips, preparing to drip it on the wall of the Tower of Babel.

That is, just for fun.

Similar to "so-and-so came here for a visit".

But his action was so blatant that it instantly attracted the attention of many people, and suddenly, a series of joking looks came to him.

"Haha, there is someone who openly and openly admits his master with blood. How confident is this person?"

"Hush... This person looks like he has an extraordinary temperament. He doesn't look like a simple person. Maybe he is some old monster."

"What happened to the old monster? Since ancient times, how many old monsters have wanted to conquer the Tower of Babel? Who has succeeded? It is impossible to succeed!"

The man who was mocking obviously lowered his voice a lot, but he still kept chattering: "Maybe this thing is not a magic weapon at all, but a different kind of creature."

"It is even possible that it is more advanced than us. Maybe in its eyes, we are similar to ants and crickets. Do you think that an ant is the master?"

"Everyone has the idea of ​​conquering the Tower of Babel, but if you show it blatantly, you are overestimating your capabilities."

"I didn't mean to belittle him. What I said was the fact. What the fact is, that is...it is..."

The man wanted to continue speaking, but as he spoke, his eyes widened, his mouth trembled violently, and he could no longer speak.

"Rumble--"

An indescribable terrifying aura erupted from the Tower of Babel. The entire Tower of Babel was trembling violently, emitting immeasurable divine light, and seemed to be cheering for joy.

All this happened just because...a drop of blood fell on it.

"this?!"

Not to mention other people, even Yu Wuya himself was shocked. What was going on? He just gave it a try, how could he really succeed?

He could feel that in his mind, he was quickly sketching out the outline of the Tower of Babel, layer after layer.

It seems that the aura belonging to him is constantly spreading on the Tower of Babel, and it is completing the recognition of its master. However, it is too high and too big, and this also requires a process.

This means that he really succeeded.

However, he still couldn't believe it!

Because he knew very well what level this Tower of Babel was and what its weight was. He had even suspected before that it was simply a great creature!

Cultivators, even if they are Guizhen Ancestral Gods, are extremely insignificant in front of it, so what qualifications do they have to become its master?

But this time, he really succeeded.

This made his mind confused and even a little overwhelmed.

At this time, the Tower of Babel was still glowing, and the golden light spread from bottom to top, layer after layer, seemingly endless...

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist, for conquering the Tower of Babel and creating an unprecedented feat. You are truly magnificent and enviable."

At this time, an old and kind voice sounded.

Yu Wuya turned around and saw a familiar figure standing not far away. This man was wearing a Taoist robe and had an immortal air.

The appearance of this old man is exactly the same as that of the previous Master Hun Dan and Master Hun You, but the feeling is different.

If those two guys were very shameless and looked like two charlatans, then the person in front of them was a real master.

Those eyes were so profound that they seemed to be able to see through everything.

"What do you call the old man?"

Yu Wuya raised his hand and asked, naturally he should treat different people in different ways, old liars should be beaten violently, and masters should be treated with courtesy.
Chapter completed!