"There are many unstable factors in the Demon Refining Tower. Please be careful."

The second round of trials of the Ten Dharma Conference began at noon the day after the Lantern Festival, in front of the famous Demon Refining Tower.

Tian Xianzi, as the elder representative, stood at the gate of the towering white tower and gave a speech like a mobilization meeting for the final exam.

Ning Ning listened to him explain the rules while looking up at the majestic white shadow not far away, and felt a little shocked.

The Demon Refining Tower is located on Lingtian Peak in Kunshan. The top of the peak is covered with clouds and mist. Occasionally, fairy cranes cry and pass by, drawing a fleeting shadow on the horizon.

The sunlight penetrated through the layers of mist, like thousands of golden swords tearing through the smoke, gradually revealing the majestic shape of the giant tower.

The tower was built of snow-white marble, tall and thin, reaching into the sky, like a giant sword standing on the top of a mountain, showing a little golden light in the sunlight.

The eaves of the white tower have six corners, carved with various talismans and spells, and each corner soared upward like a flying bird with its wings spread out, as if it was about to soar into the sky, unstoppable.

According to Tianxianzi, the former Demon Refining Tower was a land of demons where one could not escape death, where evil demons and monsters lingered, and often went to the human world to do evil.

Fortunately, the founder of Kunshan came forward to subdue the demons and used all his strength to create a secret realm, suppressing all the demons in the area. Outside the secret realm, there is a pure white tower.

Later, perhaps out of habit, and the tower itself has a strong suppressing power, the descendants of Kunshan often put the subdued evil spirits into the tower, which is called the "Demon Refining Tower". To put it bluntly, it is actually a prison for imprisoning evil spirits.

"The Demon Refining Tower has a total of one hundred floors. The higher you go, the stronger the demons imprisoned there will be."

Tian Xianzi sobered up and stood upright in front of the tower. He looked quite high-spirited, and it was hard to associate him with the drunk dog riding a horse and galloping that day: "You will be randomly teleported to each floor of the tower. The floor number will be marked at the entrance to the secret realm. If you feel that you are powerless and it is difficult to defeat the demons on that floor, you can choose to exit this floor and start the next round of randomness."

"Doesn't this give us a lot of freedom?"

Zheng Weiqi rubbed her hands together, with an impatient light in her eyes: "I thought we had to climb one floor at a time. In this case, there is no need to waste time on the lower floors."

If you want to fight, you have to fight the strongest opponent. The eldest senior sister is really worthy of being a typical Yuanying period swordsman.

Ning Ning sighed inwardly, and suddenly heard a disciple ask: "Elder Tianxian, won't the disciples in the Jindan Yuanying period be separated this time?"

"Right."

Tianxianzi curled his lips and smiled: "When you step into the real world of cultivation and fight against evil spirits, why would it care whether you are of the same level? However, having said that, this trial is different from the first round, and there is another rule-" "

In the Demon Refining Tower, no one is allowed to harm other disciples. You have learned how to compete before, and in this round, you should try to cooperate."

Someone wondered: "In this case, can't the fellow disciples collude with each other and let Yuanying take Jindan to kill everywhere?"

"This brings us to another very interesting rule."

Tianxianzi smiled mysteriously, with a playful arc at the corner of his eyes.

"The tower floor you enter is completely random. Teammates fighting side by side on a certain floor will be separated when entering the next floor."

He explained very patiently: "And each floor can accommodate a limited number of people, and each person's chance to exit the floor and make a new choice is also limited. If you want to reunite with your fellow disciples through a random way, you might as well give up this idea as soon as possible."

In other words, this trial is very random.

Teammates and opponents cannot be chosen by themselves. The only way to get more points is to keep working with disciples from various sects and defeat the demons in the White Tower through cooperation.

"Each level of the tower is a completely different fantasy world, with more than one evil demon inside."

Tianxianzi was very interested, as if he couldn't wait to watch the progress in front of the mysterious mirror, and spoke a lot faster: "When the demon dies, everyone on the level will get corresponding scores. The higher the level of the tower and the stronger the demon, the higher the score you can get."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and scanned everyone present: "Do you understand? Are there any questions you don't understand?"

There was silence.

After a short silence, someone finally raised his hand and asked, "Elder Tianxian, I heard that you and a monk had a beautiful sword dance last night. What was the name of that dance?"

Tianxian squinted his eyes, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Tianxian: "It's called 'I'll kill you if you ask again.'"

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To be honest, Ningning was still a little nervous about entering the Demon Refining Tower.

This tower has always existed only in the storybooks used to scare people. Unlike the pagoda of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, it is not an illusion. The demons imprisoned in it are real. No matter which one is picked out alone, it can make a child cry at night.

When she read the original text, one of the scenes that impressed her the most was Pei Ji's experience in the Demon Refining Tower.

He never seemed to feel timid, and even when he reached a high level, he would still draw his sword without hesitation to meet the enemy. Even with the protection of the protagonist's halo, he was still covered in blood every time, grasping the last chance of life in desperate situations.

This distracted her and she thought seriously:

Is there anything in this world that makes Pei Ji afraid or hesitant? Will he shrink back at certain times like other people?

Ning Ning couldn't think of it.

He seemed to be fighting desperately forever and never stopped.

She walked to the main entrance of the Demon Refining Tower with a confused mind.

The pure white tower gate was wide open. Although the sky outside was clear and the sun was shining brightly, the inside of the gate was dark and gloomy, as if it was filled with ink, without any light.

Or rather, that space seemed to not exist at all.

Ningning gripped the hilt of the sword and stepped forward. The moment her right foot stepped into the door, in just a blink of an eye, the scenery in front of her changed.

The first thing that invaded all her senses was the bone-deep cold.

As far as her sight could reach, there was a vast expanse of white, and the sky was full of goose-feather-like snow. In the silver-clad world, as soon as she lowered her head, she saw the stone tablet beside her.

Ice and snow condensed on the stone tablet, and the rime swirled and spread like a spider web. She looked closely and finally saw the number engraved on the tablet.

Fifty.

A number that is neither good nor bad, and just right in the middle.

But it was also because of this that it was difficult for her to judge the difficulty of this level.

The howling wind was like the howling of a wild beast, accompanied by bursts of cold gnawing on the earlobes. Ning Ning subconsciously covered her cold arms and looked around.

The dead branches of the trees were like skeletons crawling on the ground. It was all white as far as the eye could see. There was no other sound except the howling of the winter wind, which reminded her of the long mourning at the funeral.

The entrance to the illusion where she was was a decaying open space, which should be a safe area that would not be invaded by demons. To go to the more open main venue, she had to cross a single-plank bridge that spanned two cliffs.

In front of the single-plank bridge, there stood a very familiar figure.

Ning Ning was startled and called out the man's name: "He Zhizhou?"

Hearing her voice, He Zhizhou suddenly turned around, showing an excited expression that was about to cry: "Ning Ning!"

Fate! It was destined! There were so many disciples participating in the Dharma Assembly, and being able to meet the most reliable one in the sect was simply a blessing for him to cultivate for three lifetimes!

"Should we go over this bridge?" Ning Ning said as she stepped forward and looked down at the cliff.

It was dark and oppressive, and there were faint strange and low howls. No matter what, she definitely didn't want to experience it herself.

It was at this moment that she finally understood why He Zhizhou hesitated in front of the single-plank bridge.

He was afraid of heights.

Because of his severe fear of heights, this person's sword flying skills are still at the kindergarten level. He once threw Xu Ye directly onto the sword in Xiaochong Mountain.

The sword flying is not allowed in the Demon Refining Tower. Now that he is facing this cliff, he must be timid and dare not take a step forward.

"This is too scary."

He Zhizhou used all his courage to look down, and soon took a step back: "This bridge looks very suspended. It won't break when we are halfway up, right? Even if it doesn't break, it's snowing so heavily, and the bridge must be full of water and ice. If we happen to touch it, we will slip and roll down - too scary!"

This is the mental process of people with acrophobia. No matter what, they can always think of countless ways to die while standing on a high place.

Although what he said was exaggerated, it did make sense. Ningning was inexperienced after all, and she was also a little scared of the abyss in front of her. After thinking for a moment, she had an idea: "I thought of a way - you follow me."

He Zhizhou looked at her blankly.

The elders outside the black mirror also stared at her every move.

"What do you think she would think of?"

Ji Yunkai laughed and said, "This bridge looks particularly fragile. If you use swordsmanship, it might break immediately."

Zhenxiao answered honestly, "There is no other way except to walk across the bridge. If there is any other way... maybe you can hang your body in the air, hold the bridge with both hands, and swing across like you are holding a rope."

"Isn't this more difficult than simply walking across!"

Tian Xianzi glanced at him, "If you ask me, based on Ning Ning's habit of not taking the usual route, she might lift He Zhizhou over her head - you have all seen acrobatics, right? Use him as a wooden pole to balance the force, and it will be easy to get across."

Ji Yunkai rolled his round eyes upwards, and the scene he mentioned instantly appeared in his mind.

Ning Ning was like a loving old mother, lifting the disabled but strong-willed body of the idiot with her frail shoulders. When she stepped onto the single-plank bridge, He Zhizhou's upright body trembled in the wind, along with his extremely evil facial expression.

The title on the painting: "Heroic Mother".

Oh, so weird.

Ji Yunkai: "It's a bit like the butterfly dance of Elder Tianxian last night."

Tianxianzi: "Get lost!"

Tianxianzi cursed and lowered his head, keeping his eyes on the black mirror.

It was at this moment that he finally couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Ning Ning moved her frozen hands and feet, turned around and gave He Zhizhou a thumbs up.

Then without hesitation...

he lay on the ground?

The elders of Xuanxu Sword Sect held their breath, staring at the black mirror intently. As Ningning moved, the tremors in their pupils grew bigger and fiercer.

No words could describe her state at this moment.

Ningning's hands and feet twisted into a weird right angle, and her whole body suddenly shrank to the left front, while her left hand and left foot moved forward at the same time.

Then in the next moment, as if flowing like clouds and water, she repeated this movement with the right side of her body.

Her movements became faster and faster, and her two sides of the body kept moving forward alternately like a twitching toad, crawling rapidly on the single-plank bridge, with her whole body tightly attached to the wooden board, which was extremely weird.

And Ning Ning herself actually raised the corners of her lips when she was about to reach the finish line, and laughed wildly in the cold wind with the attitude of a winner.

It was so scary that her mother cried in horror, it was so scary.

This is definitely not a move that a human can think of.

Tian Xianzi almost thought that his good disciple was possessed by the octopus spider spirit.

"It's actually--"

The eyes in front of the black mirror were extremely shocked. Only He Zhizhou's voice resounded through the snowy plain, inexplicably carrying a bit of emotion and the crying tone of Nian Jia, and he spoke every word with full force: "Military training article 5, crawl forward!!!"

Tian Xianzi and others did not know what "military training" was, let alone what "crawl forward" meant. They could only watch the two people cross the bridge in this posture one by one with different expressions. When they came to the other side of the cliff, they saluted in tacit understanding.

Although they were now in the snow, they seemed to have returned to the midsummer that had passed.

The two of them knew nothing about this tower, and every step forward was risky.

Ning Ning was planning to discuss the next battle plan with He Zhizhou, but at the moment this thought came to her mind, she heard a sudden loud noise from the boundless snow not far away. The

surroundings were silent, and this loud noise was particularly prominent. Ning Ning's heart was alarmed, and she looked for the source of the sound, and couldn't help but tighten the Star Mark Sword in her hand.

Two figures rushed from afar, seemingly fleeing in a panic without caring about anything; and behind them was an extremely huge snow-white skeleton, and its fleshless palm waved forward, causing the mountaintop to tremble violently and snow to fly.

"That's a dead spirit demon. It's said that it can determine the location of its prey by its breathing. It can sense any breathing creature—"

He Zhizhou paused, his tone a little more shocked: "Wait, the one running in front...isn't that Xu Ye! What's his posture?"

Ning Ning looked at him intently and frowned slightly.

Xu Ye and another strange disciple she had never seen before walked side by side. Although their bodies were facing forward, their heads were looking in each other's direction, like two crooked trees that had become spirits, running desperately in a very twisted posture.

And in their mouths, there was a hollow bamboo tube.

After roughly guessing the two people's thoughts, Ning Ning's expression was slightly stunned, and she suddenly realized.

So that's it!

Because everyone can breathe, as long as they connect their mouths with a bamboo pole, they can achieve continuous oxygen exchange. In between, they can always keep breathing smoothly, but there will be no oxygen leakage.

In this way, even if they keep breathing in and out, they will never be noticed by the evil spirits!

Well-deserved perpetual motion of breathing, to be able to come up with such a clever plan, is simply the dragon and phoenix of the cultivation world, making people bow down to them!

- What a stick hammer!!!

Isn't this just sucking the carbon dioxide in each other's mouths!

Help! The movements of these two people running wildly with their necks tilted and their hands shaking are really weird and scary, like they are performing "Revenge of the Conjoined Twins"! Moreover, Xu Ye's face had turned the color of pig liver, and he started to roll his eyes while running!

He must be dead, absolutely, absolutely dead! Both of them had started to feel weak in their limbs and twitched all over, and were about to die, so who on earth came up with this bad idea!

One of them dared to think, and the other dared to do, and they were the well-deserved silkworm chickens in the world of cultivation, and a perfect match in the world.

Before Ning Ning could help, Xu Ye rolled his eyes and leaned back crazily in a heart-wrenching posture like falling flowers, and his pig liver-colored face seemed to have been fried and dyed a shocking red.

He spat out the bamboo tube, which suddenly poured into the mouth of another disciple under the thrust. The two bodies were like two blooming flowers, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, and they fell to the sides.

Outside the Xuanjing, there was silence.

The trial had only started for less than a cup of tea, and the elites of each sect showed their skills, shocking all the sects.

First, the Xuanxu disciples transformed into human toads and crawled across the bridge. Then, the Wanjian Sect was not to be outdone and performed suicide in public under the pursuit of evil demons. What a life is in my own hands!

I don’t know what kind of tragedy will happen next. The Ten Dharmas are so terrifying!