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Fang Xiaowu finally saw the real Bai Yulou clearly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a nine-story building made of white jade, and every inch was perfect, so perfect that it did not belong to the earth, but should appear in the sky.

No wonder everyone wants to take a look at the appearance of the White Jade Tower, and even after entering the White Jade Tower, they have the feeling of being an emperor.

Sure enough, it is the best in the world, unparalleled in the world.

Fang Xiaowu raised his head and glanced at the building twice, then straightened his clothes and walked to the door of the first floor.

The gate on the first floor is nine feet high and nine feet wide, which seems to contain the number of ninety-nine.

Fang Xiaowu didn't care, and after walking to him, he walked in directly.

The legend is true, everything in the White Jade House is made of white jade, which looks more precious than gold, more valuable than jewelry, and more stylish than antiques.

Fang Xiaowu took a deep breath, and his gaze quickly swept over, there was no one on the first floor.

So, he left the first floor and went up the white jade stairs to the second floor.

There was no one on the second floor either.

Later he found out that there was no one on the third floor, no one on the fourth floor, and no one on the fifth floor.

Until the sixth floor, there was a person standing in a seat in front of him.

This person is already dead, and he can't tell how high his cultivation was during his lifetime, but looking at his dress, he is by no means an idle person.

"People from the Xiao family?" Fang Xiaowu thought.

Circling around the dead man, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

In an instant, the dead man was gone, leaving only a pile of ashes on top of the white jade.

And the next moment, even the ashes could not be seen, it seemed to have been absorbed by the white jade floor, and no matter how powerful the eyes were, they couldn't see the slightest trace.

Fang Xiaowu couldn't help but gasp and began to realize the horror of Bai Yulou.

The strength of this white jade tower, I am afraid that even if it is the Tianmen Tower, it may not be able to compare with it.

Who built it?

After a slight hesitation, Fang Xiaowu decided to continue walking, even if it was the Longtan Tiger's Den upstairs, he would break through.

As soon as he stepped on the seventh floor, Fang Xiaowu was a little stunned.

The number of people on the seventh floor was beyond his imagination.

But whoever it is, it's been out of breath for a long time.

These people were standing or sitting, as if they had been killed in an instant, and they all died in the same way, apparently at the hands of the same person.

Fang Xiaowu counted and found that there were sixteen people, old and young, male and female, and even a Taoist aunt.

Fang Xiaowu didn't know any of them, but he could feel that these sixteen people should not be a group of people, but each of them was a top master in his lifetime.

Even if the cultivation of these sixteen people was the same as that peerless powerhouse of the Xiao family, they were all in the late stage of the Unity Realm, but any of them had the strength to compete with three peerless powerhouses with the same cultivation.

In other words, they may not have the strength of the Demon Sect Ancient Demons to sweep through the powerhouses of the same level, but they have at least half of the strength.

What happened here?

How could so many top masters die here?

Who killed them in one person?

Who has such a great ability?

Suddenly, Fang Xiaowu heard hurried footsteps.

In an instant, a burly figure rushed up to the seventh floor, but it was a strong man six feet five inches tall.

"Fang Xiaowu!"

As soon as the strong man came up, he asked loudly, "Have you ever seen a middle-aged man in purple clothes who is a head shorter than me?" ”

Fang Xiaowu's heart jumped slightly, and said, "This ......"

The strong man was anxious and shouted: "Tell me quickly, I am the deputy owner of the Xiao family's Tianxiang Building, named Xiao Ba." ”

Fang Xiaowu was stunned and said, "I saw that purple-clothed man, but as soon as my finger touched him, he disappeared. ”

"Damn it!"

Xiao Ba roared angrily and wanted to rush to the eighth floor to find the murderer, but his gaze swept over the sixteen dead people and froze.

He didn't dare say he knew all of them, but he knew at least half of them.

With his strength, he was enough to sweep away each of these people, but if these sixteen people joined forces to deal with him, he would only have the life to escape.

Fang Xiaowu guessed Xiao Ba's thoughts, and couldn't help but think, "This guy should be scared." ”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ba was a little weak-hearted, but Xiao Ba was the deputy owner of the Celestial Planet Building after all, and the true disciple of the Xiao family, even if there was a peerless powerhouse at the peak level of martial arts on the eighth floor waiting for someone to go up and send him to death, Xiao Ba would rush up.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Ba rushed to the bottom of the stairs and stepped on the stairs.

Xiao Ba's footsteps looked extremely heavy, as if he was pressed against a thousand-mile-high mountain, forcing him to breathe.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-step......

When Xiao Ba's figure disappeared from Fang Xiaowu's sight, he suddenly heard a "bang", Xiao Ba, who had just gone to the eighth floor, didn't know if he saw who the murderer was, so he rolled down like a falling gourd, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Fang Xiaowu walked over and saw that Xiao Ba's face was like gold paper, and he still had a breath left, but he wanted to wake him up, unless he had a magical power at the peak level of martial arts.

"Who the hell is the murderer?"

Fang Xiaowu's gaze shifted from Xiao Ba to the upstairs, but he couldn't see anyone, only the white jade roof on the eighth floor.

In the past few years, Fang Xiaowu has encountered many dangers, but this time, he has a sense of fear that life and death are uncertain after going upstairs.

Fear is not the same as fear.

Everyone will have times of fear, and fear refers to those who are afraid of death, and those who are afraid are not necessarily afraid.

Fang Xiaowu thought about it and decided to wait and see first.

So, he stepped back and walked up to take a closer look at the sixteen dead figures.

He knew that these people couldn't be touched with their hands, otherwise, they would be like the man in purple and disappear immediately.

He wants to see some clues in the dead.

However, he looked at it for a while, but he could not see anything.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he released his divine sense, intending to use his divine sense to investigate how these dead people died.

Kiss~

In an instant, a dead man who had just been inspected by Fang Xiaowu with his divine sense was actually wiped out.

Fang Xiaowu sighed secretly, and said, "Brother, don't blame me, I didn't expect that divine sense would not work, sin, sin." ”

Kick, kick, kick, kick......

There was a rhythmic sound of footsteps downstairs.

After a while, a white-faced scholar came up on the seventh floor.

This white-faced scholar is not handsome and chic, and even his eyes look quite cold and intimidating, but he has a kind of momentum that is unbeatable and unique in the world.

The white-faced scholar is more conceited than the son of Mowgli, more cold than Zhong Yuanying, and more desperate than the dead Huangquan.

If someone can still be compared with the white-faced scholar, then there is only one person in the whole capital, and this person who can be compared with the white-faced scholar is Prince Zhu.

Fang Xiaowu saw this white-faced scholar for the first time, but the moment he saw the white-faced scholar, he couldn't help but think of someone.

Xiao Yuhan!

It had to be him!