Chapter 76: Heavenly Tower

The air was pulled into a void.

Xu Weizhou didn't even have time to think about what this was before that mountain-like majestic figure crashed before his eyes. Frost, fire, and electricity stained his skin at the same time. In an instant, three different kinds of severe pain made him want to spring away, but his body remained motionless.

A giant scaly claw covered his head, and the deep blue seeped down from the top of his head like candle oil.

Suddenly, Xu Weizhou's body stiffened, and then from head to toe, it turned into that viscous and pure liquid, which was sucked into the scaly claw.

Only a blue robe and a sword dropped to the ground with a "clatter."

The last thought remaining in his brain was: Didn't that Immortal Lord already pass by?

A vigorous, sharp, hard giant claw covered with beautiful scales stepped on the top of the city tower. The bricks and stones shattered under His feet like thin paper. The Immortal Lord looked down at this tiny county town.

It had been more than seventy thousand star-cycles since He had seen these pitiful creations.

Piling up fragile things like sand, stone, and grass into fragile shapes, connecting them piece by piece, and then surrounding them with a layer of equally fragile barriers.

Then happily hiding their fragile bodies, which would shatter at a touch of natural wind, water, thunder, and fire, thinking they had isolated danger.

So much time had passed, and these little things were still so simple and delicious.

They were so smart; when eating those small things named snails, wouldn't they see their own shadows from above?

Still so obediently gathered together... the beautiful memory of swallowing such a city of creations in one bite seventy thousand star-cycles ago surged up.

The golden pupils lifted slightly. These eyes did not view all things from a human perspective. In the dragon pupils, the entire city was dismantled into several different layers, stripping away all secrets.

On the other side of the city, there was a servant body, and on its shoulder, there was still a bit of delicious residue, the remainder of last night's beautiful feast.

Some little things at His feet looked up and saw Him, paused for a moment, then scrambled back into their little shells, while making some interfering sound waves.

And the only thing that made Him solemn was that the sharp thorn from the future was still very ethereal. Generally speaking, five "lines" were absolutely enough to pull out the real target, but this time it was a bit different, they... branched out.

Two lines stretched in one direction, the other two stretched in another, and one was swaying.

But it didn't matter much.

After the dragon meat was spread, He would have hundreds or thousands of "scouts," and this fog would soon be uncovered.

And even if this entire creation were destroyed together, it wouldn't take much effort.

He gently lifted His hand—

Suddenly, a brightness appeared in the dragon pupils' field of vision.

That was the level at which He observed "energy." This level was like a sea of stars, scattered with many light points, some bright or dark, some large or small.

And now, among the stars, a ray of light was rushing straight toward Him.

Right... among them, there were always some such fellows.

From a human perspective.

Ming Qitian swept over Fenghuai, like a white shadow passing by in a flash, the residual True Qi left behind slowly dissipating, like white feathers drifting.

And then a sword stirred up a violent wind.

Ming Qitian's sword was always ethereal and stunning, like a gray heron, like white clouds, like a long rainbow, and rarely had such a grand and whistling momentum.

The air of half the city seemed to be swept over by her, squeezed and entangled into a violent wind column, rushing straight toward that tall body.

The "Wind Uncle Rain Master Sword Sacrifice Chapter" she learned from asking about the sword in the Big and Small Yun Mountains half a year ago, controlling the wind and rain, was not really relying on praying to these two non-existent gods, but relying on the mobilization of heaven and earth mysterious energy to influence nature. To some extent, it could be considered as touching the threshold of the Heavenly Tower Realm.

At this moment, Ming Qitian used this sword technique, not intending to kill, but to force this creature that exuded dangerous pressure away from the county town and change the battlefield.

The violent wind swept over from above, and the aftermath lifted countless tiles, knocked over jars and shook trees, as if the small city were placed in the waves.

However, facing such violent whistling, the Immortal Lord did not retreat, but rushed up to meet it.

The wind column, condensed like a solid, was directly shattered. The speed at which that body crashed into the wind column was even faster than the speed at which the wind rushed toward Him!

No matter how violent the wind was, how could it move a hill? No matter how condensed, how could it be harder than steel?

The grand wind momentum was destroyed, and the majestic body crashed over, showing His own strength to the other side without any cover at this moment.

The human realm could never define Him, but if one had to make a division for this power, it was "Heavenly Tower."

The wind column shattered section by section, and at its end, the woman with immortal wind and divine posture stood on the wind, she held her sword behind her with one hand, pinched the formula with the other, and lifted her bright eyes to look at Him levelly.

Four eyes met, one pair high and indifferent, one pair calm.

And then, as if a scroll unfolded from behind the woman in front of him, both sides entered the painting.

The Immortal Lord's field of vision was all white. At this moment, the dragon pupils were no different from human eyes.

【Sword Realm · Tai Bai】

When Xing Zhi asked her if she had a way to deal with the Heavenly Tower, her negative answer was not a lie.

When her pulse tree was at the Fourth Life, she could fight and defeat an Eighth Life opponent head-on—not some old experienced traveler found anywhere, but a senior brother of the same sect who had honestly obtained the qualification of "Immortal Tree Hanging Sword" on Yunlang Mountain.

And when her pulse tree was at the Eighth Life and about to step into the Mystic Gate, many masters on the first layer of the Jade Staircase were no longer her opponents.

But now, even though she was at the peak of the peak of the Mystic Gate Jade Staircase realm, she could not challenge that higher layer of realm.

The refinement in the Mystic Gate realm was like climbing a mountain. You climbed to the top of the mountain, it didn't matter, there were always higher mountains in the world for you to continue to progress.

And when you progressed bravely and climbed the highest mountain in the world, and even jumped onto that strong pine growing on the high stone at the top of the mountain, looking around, where was the next layer of realm?

In the sky.

The gap between the Mystic Gate and the Heavenly Tower was the gap between the mountain and the sky.

Even if you stood on the highest mountain in the world and jumped with all your might, how could you reach the sky?

So Ming Qitian said "No."

But this didn't mean she couldn't make any attempts.

In fact, before she went down the mountain to test her sword against the world this time, the Sword Master had talked to her about this problem.

"You have faced opponents several times stronger than yourself since you were a child. Now that you are standing on the peak of the Mystic Gate, how can you expect all your opponents to come from under your feet?"

"Of course, I know, that is not an enemy you can defeat. But the real world is not Yunlang Mountain, and no one will specifically pick opponents for you who you can just happen to win against by trying your best." The man said, "What if you just happen to meet one?"

"Die." Ming Qitian said honestly and calmly.

"Try not to die." The man smiled faintly, "Today I will pass on one of the Seven Luminaries Sword Realms to you, hoping that if you happen to face such an enemy, you will have a one-in-a-thousand chance of winning." ===== CHAPTER 77 =====