In the attic on the eighth floor of the Demon Sealing Tower, the few remaining people were covered in wounds. Eight of the eleven representatives from small sects who had entered the Demon Sealing Tower had died. The only two men and one woman left gathered together, looking dejected.
The people from the five holy places all had means to save their lives, but they were also seriously injured. Even they had to fight with all their might when facing ten great demons at the initial stage of the Heart Illumination on the seventh floor.
Only Nezha and Xuanzang, master and disciple, had rosy faces and were almost uninjured.
"It's over, it's over. Half of them are already dead after just passing the eighth level. There's no chance at all for the ninth level..." The old monk was jumping around anxiously.
"What should I do? Something's happened outside. Even if I leave the Demon Sealing Tower, I'm not sure I can get out of the Demon Garden alive. I shouldn't have joined in on this fun..."
On the contrary, the young monk Xuanzang, who was sitting in meditation with his hands folded and reciting Buddhist scriptures, did not change much.
Nezha patted his bulging belly contentedly, burped, and cleaned up the dishes with a happy look on his face. It didn't look like he was attacking a tower at all, but more like he was camping.
At this moment, Zhuangzi, who was meditating to heal his wounds, suddenly jumped up, flew over ten feet like lightning, and grabbed Nezha's neck.
The three hooligans were startled, and before they could react, a flying sword swept over and knocked Zhuang Zizhen away.
"Zhuang Zizhen, what are you doing?"
Zhuang Zizhen's attack failed and he retreated to the side with a gloomy face.
"Humph, haven't you noticed that the monsters on top of this monster tower don't attack Nezha at all?"
Chi Ning and Zong Ting frowned slightly, staring at Nezha and Zhao Zhuo who were standing in front of them.
When they first entered the Demon Sealing Tower, the monsters of lower levels were easily dealt with by them, and Nezha had no turn to take action at all. But gradually, the levels of the monsters in the Demon Sealing Tower became higher and higher, and their numbers gradually increased. Inevitably, there were monsters that were difficult to take care of, and they had the opportunity to rush towards Nezha and others.
But they soon discovered that these monsters ignored Nezha at all, and even if they accidentally bumped into Nezha, they would subconsciously avoid him.
This is totally unscientific.
From the first to the eighth floor, eight people died and the rest were all seriously injured. Only Nezha was strolling leisurely in the garden. Not only was he not hurt, he also ate and drank to his heart's content all the way.
This is very difficult to understand.
"Perhaps Nezha's cultivation is too low to attract the attention of the monsters?" Chi Ning asked.
Zhuangzi sneered, "All the monsters in the Monster Garden have been stripped of their intelligence, retaining only their most primitive desire to attack. How could they deliberately choose their opponents?"
"I've lured the monsters towards Nezha several times, but each time they retreated before I could get close. Doesn't this explain the problem?"
Zhao Zhuo had a gloomy face and his eyes flickered.
"I suggest that we capture Nezha and have her take us to the ninth floor of the Demon Sealing Tower."
"Okay, me too!" Ao Hai was the first to jump out and respond. He hated and feared Nezha. Now that he had finally encountered such a thing, he had to seize the opportunity.
The other two wandering cultivators frowned and walked behind Song Gongyang.
Chi Ning and Zong Ting did not move.
"Let's see who dares to touch my Taixuan disciples!" Zhao Zhuo's eyes were like swords, sweeping across the three people. "Anyone who dares to attack my Taixuan disciples is my Taixuan enemy. You better think clearly."
Zhuang Zizhen chuckled, "Taixuan? Do you really think you're the Holy Land of Northern Continent? You're just an upstart. After this Holy Land meeting, you can't even protect yourselves, and you still want to threaten me?"
Zhuang Zizhen finished speaking and turned to look at Chi Ning and Zong Ting. "You two, if we don't capture Nezha, there's no way we'll make it past the ninth floor. Have you forgotten your respective missions?"
Immortal treasure, immortal spirit!
Chi Ning thought about it, stood up and walked to Zhuang Zizhen's side. Although he despised Zhuang Zizhen, what he said was not unreasonable.
Zong Ting snorted coldly and walked to Nezha's side with the Fire Scale Sword in hand. "My Chaoyang Ancient City disdains such despicable tricks, and it is even more impossible for us to kidnap a little girl."
Zhuangzizhen's face was gloomy.
"So, Chaoyang Ancient City is going to stand with Taixuan Sect and become the enemy of the three holy places like us?"
"hehe……"
Zong Ting threw him a mocking sneer, and in an instant, the situation became tense.
"Nezha, go to the ninth floor, quickly!" Zhao Zhuo stood in front with a sword and reminded.
Nezha glanced at Zhao Zhuo and pulled the little monk Xuanzang towards the stairs.
“Stop them!”
Zhuang Zizhen flew out first, a ray of fire lit up in his palm, and smashed towards Nezha fiercely.
The sword in Zhao Zhuo's hand flashed, and a sword energy several feet long shot out, and he and Zong Ting stopped Zhuang Zizheng on the left and right.
With a brief collision, Nezha disappeared at the stairs and entered the ninth floor.
“Damn it, damn it!”
…
After the three hooligans successfully entered the ninth floor, they randomly chose a direction and headed in.
They knew in their hearts that Zhao Zhuo and Zong Ting were definitely no match for the other six people. Even if Zhuangzi Zhen would not kill Zhao Zhuo, Zhao Zhuo would definitely not be able to stop Zhuangzi Zhen and his six men.
If that guy catches up to us, we will be lucky to survive, let alone get a place in the trial.
So what they have to do now is to find a way to pass the ninth level as soon as possible and end this trial.
The old monk looked at Nezha innocently and muttered, "Young benefactor, you have caused us trouble this time. When we go through the level later, you must give in to us, master and disciple."
Nezha ran while looking back, looking at the old monk with a puzzled expression.
"Master Bald Donkey, are you sure it wasn't you and your disciple who implicated me?"
The old monk's eyelids twitched slightly.
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