At this moment, the two magic weapons behind him had already hit Xiang Sheng from behind.
But with a "swish", the cloth was torn, revealing a white and smooth back, without a single scar.
Xiang Sheng turned around and grabbed the two magic weapons. With a little force, the magic weapons made a cracking sound and were immediately scrapped.
The two blurry figures were immediately hit back, vomiting blood and retreating.
"Still too weak..."
Xiang Sheng shook his head slightly, and swung his finger forward like a sword. A wisp of sword intent swept across the two figures in an instant, neatly dividing them into four parts, which turned into light points and disappeared.
This process may sound long, but in fact it only takes a few breaths from beginning to end.
The void space returned to calm again.
Xiang Sheng stood in mid-air, watching the blood droplets floating in the air slowly dissipate. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Geng Qi, are these figures real people?"
"Fellow Daoist, did you find out so quickly?"
The female voice laughed and said, "As Daoist friend said, although these figures are simulated, they are all real cultivators without exception.
Lord Tower Spirit has collected the projections of many cultivators from ancient times to the present, including ordinary cultivators, geniuses and evildoers.
"It is no different from a real-life battle for a Taoist friend to overcome obstacles, and this can achieve the best training effect."
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Sheng smiled, but his smile was a little cold: "So, if I fight here, will it also be recorded by the tower spirit?"
"Geng Qi was negligent in not informing fellow Daoist of this matter in advance."
Geng Qi's tone immediately became somewhat panicked. "But don't worry, fellow Daoist, the Sword Tower operates according to its own rules! Before you die, we will never create a projection of you for others to train with."
"Yeah?"
Xiang Sheng glanced around at the emptiness and suddenly asked, "Geng Qi, you seem afraid of me? Someone like you shouldn't need to worry about my attitude."
"You don't know, fellow Daoist."
Geng Qi gave a bitter laugh: "Although we are the divine consciousness emitted by Master Ta Ling, we were once living people.
Lord Tower Spirit once promised that if we can guide him well and cultivate a generation of strong people, we will be blessed with the ability to become ghost cultivators.
On the other hand, if the guidance is inappropriate and the cultivator is dissatisfied, their mind will be wiped out and they will have no chance to cultivate again."
Having said this, Geng Qi's tone became somewhat flattering: "Daoyou are so young, and with such a high level of cultivation, you must be a person who has been reincarnated and cultivated again. It is Geng Qi's fortune to meet you.
If you have any dissatisfaction in the future, please feel free to raise it. Geng Qi will do his best to help you practice."
"So you are a monk from ancient times?"
Xiang Sheng looked slightly surprised. "I wonder what your status was in ancient times?"
"I don't know who I am either."
Geng Qi's tone was filled with confusion as he lamented, "My spiritual consciousness is weak, and I can't even condense the body of nothingness. My memory is even more fleeting, only a few decades.
Perhaps one day, when I become a ghost cultivator, I will be able to remember the past."
Xiang Sheng listened and remained silent.
The Sword Tower has survived from ancient times to this day, and it must contain many unknown secrets.
Geng Qi's existence might just be the tip of the iceberg. Her cultivation was still weak, so there was no need to delve too deeply into it.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng calmed down and asked, "Are there any detailed records of the cultivation levels of those three people just now?"
"Wait a moment, fellow Daoist."
Back to business, Geng Qi's tone suddenly became more energetic, and then he controlled the void space, wisps of white smoke floated over, and soon a line of white words condensed in front of Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng glanced at him and understood.
These three are brothers from the same mother. Although they have reached the Perfect Nascent Soul stage, they are casual cultivators. No wonder their true energy strength, means of dealing with enemies, and body movement speed are all average.
The two magic weapons that she had deliberately blocked just now were only high-grade spiritual weapons, not even treasure weapons. No wonder they didn't hurt her at all when they hit her body, and couldn't even break her defense.
It seems that if she only considers her true essence, her strength is already far beyond that of an average Nascent Soul. Continuing to train at the third level will not have much effect.
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng waved his sleeves to clear away the white smoke, "Geng Qi, go to the fourth level."
Geng Qi controlled the light wheel without saying a word. He had already seen that the cultivator he was guiding was extremely extraordinary. Cultivation was a private matter, so it was best for him to keep his mouth shut.
After a moment, the wheel of light turned to the word "四壹", revealing a door. A row of hanging ladders extended from the door and pointed directly to the upper level.
Xiang Sheng climbed up the ladder without hesitation, and his figure quickly disappeared into the door.
The fourth-level training space is still empty, but compared to the third level, it is a little bigger.
He took a look at Xiang Sheng, and just as he landed, a purple light suddenly appeared in the void in front of him, and a female cultivator with a blurred face walked out of the purple light.
The female cultivator's cold eyes were like lightning, instantly locking onto Sheng Qi Ji. The blue true energy around her body surged like a wave, and the overwhelming pressure swept over her.
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