"Master Zhou, this... will delay things. Let's wait until the ceremony is over!"
The disciple was a little embarrassed and couldn't help but remind him.
"Let's go and have a look. If the Master takes it out, it will be a great deterrent to these sects!"
Zhou Heng laughed out loud: "Let's go!"
"yes!"
The disciple couldn't persuade Zhou Heng and had to agree.
Then he took him to the back mountain.
Deep in the back, there is a tower.
The entire tower is pitch black and is divided into three floors.
"A three-story demon-sealing tower?"
After seeing this, Zhou Heng also felt a little more confident.
"There used to be seven floors, but then a few were cut off!"
The disciple quickly responded: "The Lingxiao Sword is now on the third floor. You have to pass the following test before you can go up!"
"In the past thousand years, we have invited many people to come, including people from outside the sect, but they all failed!"
"Even our sect holds a sword-drawing trial every three years! We invite experts to draw swords, but no one succeeds!"
"Oh? Is it so weird? I'm going to give it a try!"
Zhou Heng showed curiosity in his eyes, and then he walked straight to the door.
The disciples looked worried when they saw this, and then some of them went to call for help.
It was at this moment that Zhou Heng had already walked in.
As he entered, the entire tower made a buzzing sound.
Zhou Heng came to the center of the first floor and looked around.
Nothing.
"Here comes another one looking for a fight!"
It was at this moment that a vicissitudes of life voice was heard.
Zhou Heng looked over and saw a middle-aged man with a weathered face.
The strong back and broad waist give people an inviolable feeling.
His eyes widened as he looked at Zhou Heng: "Boy, come here and give grandpa a leg massage, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I'll grind your bones and scatter your ashes!"
"It's just a little demon, there's nothing to be so arrogant about!"
"I will go to the demon tribe tomorrow to have a meeting with your emperor!"
Zhou Heng didn't even look at him, and then continued: "I've seen a lot of trash like you! All you can do is yell! You don't have much ability."
"Stop bragging. You want to meet the Demon King! Who do you think you are?"
The middle-aged man heard what he said, and laughed as if he had heard a great joke. "You are really good at telling jokes. I am so amused!"
"Humph, I am also from the demon tribe! I am just here as an undercover agent!"
"Now that I have successfully gained their trust, as long as I get the Lingxiao Sword and prove my strength, then it will be a sure win!"
"If you want freedom, give me the chance!"
Zhou Heng looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and as he spoke he brought out his demon clone.
"This body is my clone, this is my real body!"
As Zhou Heng spoke, the Ang demon clan's 'true body' suddenly transformed into the appearance of a dragon.
"You...you are from the royal family!"
The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Heng and said repeatedly: "I never thought that one day I would see someone from our royal family again!"
"Please accept my greeting!"
As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and said, "I didn't know who you were just now. I'm sorry!"
"You're welcome, I'll come back to save you!"
Zhou Heng said, and asked again: "Who are you, and why are you locked up here?"
"I am the general of the demon clan! Wan Bingtian!"
"Many years ago, I was defeated by the first generation leader of Lingxiao Sect in a battle and was imprisoned here as a gate god..."
Wan Bingtian sighed helplessly: "I didn't expect that this level would take thousands of years."
"I see. Do you have a token? I'll go back and tell them so that everyone knows you're still alive!"
As Zhou Heng said this, he asked him for the precious token.
"That's my tiger claw. It's made into a brass knuckle that can break through the defenses of anything! Take it!"
"If they see me, they will definitely recognize me!"
Wan Bingtian took out the tiger claw and handed it to Zhou Heng.
"Okay, I got it. I will definitely send it over after it's done!"
Zhou Heng nodded and put away the tiger claws: "I'll go up!"
"Go ahead, be careful, there's an old demon up there!"
Wan Bingtian nodded, then pointed upstairs: "He's stronger than me!"
"Okay, I'll be careful!"
Zhou Heng didn't expect that he could pass the level without doing anything, just by relying on his eloquence.
After reaching the stairs, he walked straight in.
"call!"
As soon as I came up to this floor, a fishy wind blew in my face.
"Hey! Someone actually managed to get past that stupid tiger!"
Immediately afterwards, a light exclamation was heard.
"Senior! I'm here to give you a message!"
Zhou Heng also realized that this was an old demon.
It's a demon.
"Oh? Who are you? How dare you try to get close to me?"
After hearing what Zhou Heng said, the old demon showed some curiosity.
The murderous intent just now was also restrained a little.
"I am also a demon!"
As Zhou Heng spoke, he activated his true demon bloodline power.
The golden horn above his head suddenly appeared.
Then he directly absorbed the evil spirit.
"A real demon! I never thought I'd meet a real demon in my lifetime!"
The old demon looked at Zhou Heng and sized him up: "Yes, he is from my Heavenly Demon Clan!"
"That's right, senior. I'm here to get the Lingxiao Sword. With this sword, I can gain a foothold and stand firm here!"
"If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely rescue the ancestor!"
Zhou Heng has become more and more skilled at lying.
Without blushing.
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