Chapter 3737: Cultivating the soul

As soon as Wang Fan rushed into the tower, he felt a tremendous pressure.
In the dark, he seemed to hear a Sanskrit sound, and the vibrating eardrums were buzzing and trembling.
Wang Fan's face changed slightly, and he became vigilant in an instant.
He resisted the discomfort and took two steps forward, but with just two steps, he felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, crushing his body.
"What the hell?" Wang Fan murmured, his body slightly bent.
But soon, a look of hideousness appeared on his face, and he forcibly straightened his waist.
He stepped forward again, but with just one step, his head buzzed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"What the is this, how could this be? I have won a hundred games in a row to be eligible to enter here, but I have just entered, and I can't bear it, so how can I reach the top?"
Wang Fan was puzzled and tried to move on.
The trembling Sanskrit sound became louder and louder, and his body began to tremble.
At the corner of his mouth, blood spurted out desperately, and his face quickly turned pale.
"No, with my strength, let alone getting to the top to gain benefits, even if I take steps on this first level, I'm afraid I will lose my life."
"It's better to withdraw first, let alone that you haven't seen the opportunity yet. Even if you see the opportunity, it is useless to enjoy life without life."
"As for Murongxian, I can only be sorry for her."
Wang Fan whispered and made a decision soon.
He turned around and planned to walk out.
However, his face changed as soon as he turned his head.
Behind is a space surrounded by golden light, as if it is endless, as for the door just now, it has long been invisible.
Watching this scene, Wang Fan really wanted to scold his mother.
Is this a pit of yourself?
If he knew this, he wouldn't come in.
Wang Fan tried to take a step towards the rear, but every step he took was no different from a step forward. Alexander would still vomit blood without saying anything.
Wang Fan was about to collapse, so he could only continue to look back.
Because only when he looks back can he see the ladder leading to the second level, hope and goal.
"It is rumored that there are three great emperors who have fallen on the creepy mountain. Could it be that they have fallen here?"
Wang Fan said, walking towards the stairs with difficulty.
Two steps, just two steps, a clicking sound came, and his leg bones were broken.
"what!"
With a scream, Wang Fan's eyes instantly turned red.
At this moment, perhaps due to anger, the blood in his body roared instantly and began to churn in his body like boiling water.
The bloodline was activated autonomously, and Wang Fan's legs healed instantly, feeling a lot less pressure.
Not only that, a ray of light suddenly spread from his body, swallowing frantically toward the front.
In Wang Fan's stunned eyes, most of the golden light was swallowed in an instant of kung fu.
"Bloodline? Mixed pattern Dao Mark?"
Wang Fan was shocked.
This was the first time he saw that the mixed pattern Dao Mark would even swallow things.
"Ah, mixed pattern Dao marks, no, no!!!"
Vaguely, Wang Fan seemed to hear a sharp scream.
Then there was a rumbling sound, accompanied by the disappearance of the golden light, the first floor of this tower unexpectedly began to collapse from the outside to the inside.
Watching this scene, Wang Fan didn't dare to hesitate, lifted up and collapsed towards the stairs.
outside.
Murongxian and the monks also vaguely felt the vibration of the tower.
At the same time, an extremely powerful coercion diffused from the tower, shaking the sky.
Under that coercion, these monks all felt tremendous pressure.
Even many monks knelt down and surrendered involuntarily.
They felt that in front of that coercion, they were so small and so ridiculous.
As if the other party only needs a thought to take their lives.
Although Murongxian's face was pale, but his delicate body was straight, resisting the coercion.
She was whispering in her heart, "What's the matter? He won't have an accident, right?"
In the tower, Wang Fan quickly rushed to the entrance of the stairs.
Here, he saw a dead bone.
The whole body of this withered bone was golden, and he didn't know how many years he had been dead. In his hand, he was wearing a space ring.
Wang Fan glanced at the dry bone, and he felt a strong feeling that the previous coercion, as well as the faint Sanskrit sounds and screams, were all made by the dry bone.
Thinking that this dry bone almost killed him, he instantly became angry from his heart and kicked it directly on the dry bone.
With a bang, the bones fell to the ground, and at the same time, an angry voice came out, "Little beast, dare!"
Accompanied by the sound, an illusory soul body appeared in front of him, and the teeth and claws were about to fly towards his mind.
Wang Fan was also angrily watching this scene.
I don't know if it is an old tortoise who has lived for many years, but he wants to take away himself.
He didn't even have the thought of nonsense, and he directly summoned the mixed pattern Dao Mark back, and rushed towards the soul body.
"Ah, no, no!!!" Seeing the mixed pattern Dao Mark, the soul body screamed in horror, but under the impact of the mixed pattern Dao Mark, the smoke disappeared.
Wang Fan put away the spatial ring on the dry bone finger, and rushed to the second floor without even looking at the dry bone.
As soon as Wang Fan rushed to the second floor, he saw a large expanse of fairy veins.
The second layer is not like the first layer, surrounded by golden light, but immortal energy.
The space is full of rich fairy aura, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling.
Wang Fan wanted to sacrifice the space ring and put away all these immortal veins, but he soon found depressed that his mental power could not be used.
Even if the mixed pattern Dao Mark has returned to the body and sacrificed the mixed pattern Dao Mark, it will not work.
"What the is this place?"
Wang Fan whispered in his heart, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice.
The Supreme Profound Sutra ran wildly, and the immortal spirit gas turned into a spiritual mist, rushing towards his body, but it did not penetrate into his dantian, but began to temper his body.
I don't know how long it took, all the fairy veins dissipated, and Wang Fan could see everything on the second layer clearly.
On this second level, there are dozens of dead bones, but there is not a single spatial ring left.
Obviously, they are all people who died here.
Wang Fan continued to walk towards the third floor.
As soon as he went to the third floor, his face changed.
"Wow!"
A sword light suddenly broke through the air and slashed directly at his head.
As Wang Fan felt this scene, his face changed drastically.
He didn't care about his image at all, and he rolled around suddenly and avoided it.
The sword light smashed to the ground, causing a roar, but there was no so-called crack.
After Wang Fan stabilized his figure, he looked up and saw a man dressed in a black robe and unable to see his appearance, holding a simple long sword, staring at him coldly.
"Living?"
Wang Fan's face changed.
Is this guy trapped here after a hundred consecutive victories, or the original owner?
"You are not welcome here, you guys from the Xiuling line, get out!"
As Wang Fan was thinking about it, the man suddenly spoke, with a gloomy and incomparable voice.
If you like Super Grade Soldier in the city, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) Super Grade Soldier has the fastest literary update in the city.