Chapter 285

The eighth floor!

Ascension Tower, eighth floor.

This is where the Mahayana masters gather, and where the top cultivators from the entire Tianxuan Continent gather.

Except for Shengtian who has become a remnant soul, no one in Tianxuan Continent has advanced to the level of tribulation for a long time. Under Shengtian, Mahayana is the most respected.

Or perhaps, it is because Sheng Tian is the only one in the Tianxuan Continent who is a great Tribulation Crossing Stage master, and he has reached the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, so the status of the Holy Academy is so high.

Inside the guiding channel, Yan Qingyan put all her energy into refining the gift from heaven and earth. Her cultivation in the early stage of Mahayana rose steadily, and she quickly consolidated her newly promoted momentum, with a tendency to move towards the next level.

The same goes for Ling Mochen.

When she opened her eyes again, Yan Qingyan was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Similar to the mysterious inheritance place in the Beast Soul Secret Realm, what came into view was the vast and misty starry sky. She was clearly standing on flat ground, but she could not see any place to step, as if she was walking on flat ground in the starry sky.

Not far away, there are large and small balls of light floating around, as if they were born from the beginning of chaos, full of mystery.

Above her head, a beam of light shone directly on her, like a makeshift stage, and she was the dancer about to perform, shining in the spotlight.

However, such light is scattered everywhere, like a stage where many heroes gather, and she is not the only protagonist.

Even the light that fell on her was not as strong as that of other monks.

Yan Qingyan seemed to be in a trance for a moment, until her shoulder was wrapped by a familiar palm, and then she came to her senses.

Ling Mochen's face was pale, and the light in his eyes was dim under the colorful light around him.

"Another Taoist friend has arrived."

"Who are these two people? Why have I never seen them before?"

"I do know a thing or two. They are cultivators from the surrounding continents, not native to Tianxuan Continent. These two are also geniuses."

"Yan Qingyan? I remember this person appeared on the wanted list of the Holy Academy. At that time, he was just a junior in the Void Refining Stage. How did he advance so quickly?"

"This promotion speed is worthy of being called the Ascension Tower."

"No, it must be something that Sheng Tian did. The Ascension Tower in the past did not have such a powerful gift from the Heavenly Dao."

"Perhaps the Heavenly Dao is also helping..."

“…”

Faint sounds of conversation came to their ears, Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen looked at each other and remained silent.

As they had just arrived, they kept a low profile in front of so many 'seniors'.

Yan Qingyan half-closed her eyes, and heard Ling Mochen's concerned voice in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Qingyan, are you injured?" Ling Mochen asked in a voice transmission.

Yan Qingyan nodded imperceptibly, "When I was going through the tribulation, I was struck by several lightning strikes, and my soul power was somewhat depleted."

Yan Qingyan sighed inwardly. As expected, she couldn't hide it from Mo Chen's eyes.

No one knew what had happened to the thunderbolt that ignored all defenses and struck directly at her soul. If she hadn't had the crystal core from her previous life to help block it, wouldn't she have been seriously injured?

Yan Qingyan looked depressed. She felt that the thunder was targeting her because she discovered that the thunder of those who were undergoing the tribulation, when it came to striking at their souls, had different strengths for different cultivators!

Why? Doesn’t God love your own daughter anymore?

"Take the pill quickly to heal your soul." Ling Mochen took out a porcelain bottle, looking a little anxious.

Ninth-grade soul-nourishing pills, ten pills in a bottle.

Yan Qingyan poured out all ten pills and drank them all in one breath.

Gudong——

The pill melted in the mouth, and Yan Qingyan felt as if she had swallowed a mouthful of orchid-flavored honey, and her throat felt super sweet.

A cool feeling was transmitted to the sea of ​​consciousness, soothing the turbulent waves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yan Qingyan clearly felt that her soul was recovering at an extremely fast speed. Not only did it heal the injuries left by the thunder, but it also made her mind clear, as if she had eaten a ball of mint candy.

The two of them chatted as if no one was around, not noticing that the atmosphere around them had changed.

The eyes of the Venerable who was hiding in the dark flashed slightly. If he was not mistaken, the bottle of elixir just now was a ninth-grade soul-nourishing elixir!

The ninth-grade soul-nourishing pill was made with extremely precious medicinal materials. Even if all the ingredients were collected, there were very few alchemists in the Profound Tian Continent who could make it. It was extremely valuable.

Even those powerful people who have lived for thousands of years have only eaten the eighth-grade soul-nourishing pill.

Did I see it wrong?

Is that a fake ninth-grade soul-nourishing pill?

Yan Qingyan didn't care what those people thought. She had all the medicinal materials needed to refine the ninth-grade soul-nourishing pill in her space. Before coming, just in case, she had prepared all kinds of pills, and they were all the best.

These soul-nourishing and healing pills were usually made by not only Mo Chen, but she also privately sought out all the top alchemists in the Profound Sky Continent through the 'trading list'. She provided the herbs and they provided the craftsmanship, and in a short period of time, they had gathered a large number of pills.

No regrets eating it.

"Qingyan, how do you feel?" Ling Mochen asked worriedly.

"Very good, wonderful!" Yan Qingyan's eyes lit up. "The damage to the soul is as painful as it is when it is injured, and it feels great when it is healed. It is completely different from the feeling of physical injury."

Yan Qingyan had just arrived at the eighth floor of the Ascension Tower and became one of the few Mahayana masters in the Tianxuan Realm. The first thing he did was not to make friends with fellow Taoists of the same realm, but to talk about the "differences and similarities between spiritual injuries and physical injuries."

Ling Mochen laughed helplessly. Qingyan's ideas were always different from those of ordinary people.

There is not much difference between the eighth floor and the seventh floor. The most obvious difference is that the pressure of the laws here is much stronger than that of the seventh floor.

Yan Qingyan was a little uncomfortable at first, and so was Ling Mochen.

Perhaps this place is close to the core area and the pressure is stronger than other places?

"Mo Chen, we..." Yan Qingyan was about to speak, looking around, when a strong pressure filled with murderous intent came straight towards them.

The murderous intent was integrated into the evil aura, as if it were real. Even before it got close, it gave the two men an extremely strong pressure.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

Yan Qingyan suddenly stretched out her hand towards the man in front of her.

The enemy was not coming for her, but for Mo Chen!

who? But what about the ancestor of Yinhuang Sect?

"My son, if you dare to come here, you will die!!!"

A hoarse and eerie voice echoed in the two people's sea of ​​consciousness. Yan Qingyan felt a headache. Her spirit, which had just recovered a lot, was seriously injured again.

Boom——

Yin Xing's eyes were cold. He moved to Ling Mochen's side and grabbed him.

In his other hand he held an unidentifiable magical weapon. With a quick press, the two of them disappeared in plain sight of everyone.

This is the core area of ​​the Ascension Tower. There are too many cultivators at the same level as him, and he also has many enemies.

If you want revenge and kill this damn ignorant kid, you should stay away from this place.

"Mo Chen!!!"

Yan Qingyan's hand grabbed nothing.

The medicinal power of the ninth-grade soul-nourishing pill has not yet been completely consumed, and Yan Qingyan's sea of ​​consciousness is quickly repaired, bringing a feeling of coolness.

Yan Qingyan's face looked grim, and anger was burning in her chest.

What a shady guy he is. He didn’t even bring me along for the fight!

Destroy you! ! !

Suddenly, Yan Qingyan took out something and crushed it without hesitation.

Buzz——

Positioning teleportation, space teleportation tool!