Half a day later, Xiao Qinglong carried everyone back to Pearl Island. (Good Novel)

However, there was one missing man from the crowd.

The Nine Princes of the Elven Clan.

He Wuxian has completed the task assigned by the nameless old man, and there is no need for the Nine Princes to lead the way.

The Nine Princes have always been thinking about the Elven Kingdom and his parents and brothers.

Therefore, he let him go back without hatred.

However, before leaving, he had a secret conversation with the ninth prince and handed him a piece of jade slip.

No one knows what the conversation between the two was, or what was recorded in the jade slip.

After returning to Pearl Island, He Wuxian settled Yue Ling and Xiao Qi in the Yanhuang Sect.

The beautiful scenery and beautiful Pearl Island, although it is not a holy fairyland, but it also has a unique charm.

At least, Moon Spirit didn't dispute this, nor did she have any thoughts of disappointment.

After settling the two daughters, He Wuxian greeted his grandfather He Yaotian and went straight to the Tower of Babel.

Re-entering the bottom of the sea and returning to the Tower of Babel, He Wuxian went straight to the fifth floor.

This time, nothing is needed to open the spatial passage.

The nameless old man had long been in the fifth layer of space, waiting for his arrival.

When He Wuxian saw the nameless old man, he was standing on the surface of a clear lake, as if he was closing his eyes and recuperating.

When He Wuxian flew closer, the nameless old man opened his eyes and showed a smile of relief.

"You're back within a year, good, good. ”

A year ago, when the nameless old man handed over the task to He Wuxian, he did not specify the time limit.

After all, it is very difficult to find the end of the world, the spring of life, and collect the remains of the twelve martial gods.

If you are unlucky, I am afraid that you may not be able to complete the task in ten or eight years.

And He Wuxian completed the task in only one year, which is indeed commendable.

He Wuxian handed over the remains of the twelve martial gods and the twelve drops of the fountain of life to the nameless old man from the wrapped space.

The nameless old man waved his hand and sent out a divine light, taking all these things.

An inexplicable smile appeared on his face, and he asked He Wuxian.

"Boy, what's the gain in the Martial God Tower?"

He Wuxian knew with a guess that the words of the nameless old man must be related to the Twelve Martial Gods and the Human Emperor.

"I got several pieces of divine weapon equipment, but they were all weapons of those martial gods. In addition, the Human Emperor joined forces with several martial gods to cast the Four Elephants into One Divine Array, leaving a wisp of divine soul, saying something to me, and giving me ten thousand years of skill. ”

The nameless old man nodded, and said with great satisfaction: "Well, yes, now you should know something about the Ancient War." Read the full text of the latest chapter, you have to refine it as much as possible. ”

He Wuxian nodded, thought of one more thing, and asked.

"Old man, the Emperor of Man calls you a servant of the gods. I want to know, is your master the owner of this Tower of Babel, and what kind of big man is he?"

Hearing this, the nameless old man's face remained unchanged, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

The old and withered face showed a hint of a smile but not a smile, and it looked a little mysterious.

"The Tower of Babel is a treasure of its owner, and it has also been a powerful part of the world. Master, he is one of the supreme powerhouses of Megatron. As for who he really is, though, you'll find out later. ”

He Wuxian couldn't help but pout, thinking to himself, this dead old man was playing mystery again.

But he hid this thought in his heart and said with a solemn face.

"Old man, I was out this time and met two martial saints of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and the Nether came to find the Shura Blade......"

He Wuxian told the story of encountering Lu Dian, killing Lu Dian and Senior Brother Tu, and the cross-border attack of the extraterritorial demon gods.

The nameless old man's eyes suddenly showed a solemn expression, and he muttered in a low voice: "The Heavenly Demon Clan has actually gone to the lower realm, it seems that we have to speed up the progress." ”

"Boy, how is the Jade of Heaven collected?"

"I saw that time was pressing, and it was difficult for one person to collect all of them, so I entrusted this task to the Eight Holy Lands of the Human Race. ”

The nameless old man suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Is it reliable?"

Collecting the jade of Tongtian and recasting the road to heaven is a matter of importance.

The nameless old man waited for thousands of years before he finally waited for the opportunity.

If the news is leaked and something bad happens, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

He Wuxian nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, no problem." ”

"That's good. ”

The nameless old man was relieved at this time, and said to He Wuxian: "Okay, you go back and work hard to cultivate, and strive to refine that 10,000-year-old power within three months." ”

"The old man is also going to revive the twelve martial gods and plan for the future. ”

After that, the nameless old man was leaving.

"Wait!" He Wuxian hurriedly stopped him, and said with a smile: "Old man, you seem to have forgotten something, right?"

"I worked hard for a year to get the job done. Aren't you going to open the sixth and seventh layers and give me some rewards?

The nameless old man didn't look back, and his figure flickered away in a few flashes.

His voice still echoed in the heavens and the earth.

"You just need to work hard to cultivate, and after the old man completes the great cause of recreating the twelve martial gods, he will send you to the ninth floor of the Tower of Babel to meet the master. ”

"You are the only heir to the Tower of Babel, and this Tower of Babel will be yours in the future. As for the secrets in the sixth, seventh, and eighth layers, you will know it by exploring it yourself in the future. ”

When the words fell, the nameless old man had disappeared.

No matter how much He Wuhate shouted, he never appeared again.

In desperation, He Wuxian could only leave the Tower of Babel and return to Pearl Island.

Although I didn't get the reward, I still have many questions in my heart, which have not been answered.

But He Wuxian believed that when the road to heaven was recast, the nameless old man would sue him for everything.

Moreover, the Tower of Babel will also be his in the future, and the secrets of the sixth, seventh, and eighth floors can be left for later to explore slowly.

When he thought about it this way, his heart was much more balanced.

After returning to the Yanhuang Sect, He Wuxian went to say hello to Yue Ling and Xiao Qi.

He let the two girls play around on the island at will, and he also had to go to retreat and practice.

The Moon Spirit also knew that it would not be long before the Extraterritorial Demon God would come to him for revenge.

Therefore, she nodded in agreement very understandingly, and encouraged He Wuxian to work hard to cultivate.

Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu stayed by Yue Ling and Xiao Qi's side, and they could also accompany them to relieve their boredom and not be bored.

In the most secret room of the Yanhuang Sect, He Wuxian was sitting cross-legged.

The light in the secret room is dim, very quiet, and the aura is also abundant to the extreme, which is the most suitable for cultivation.

His eyes were closed, his expression was solemn, and he was sensing the 10,000-year-old power sealed in his mind.

It didn't take long for his divine sense to detect that in the depths of his mind, there was a fist-sized cloud of multicolored divine light.

Although the size of that multicolored divine light was not large, its power was extremely terrifying.

His divine consciousness felt a powerful sense of oppression just by touching that divine light.

He had no doubt that if he detonated this divine light, it would be enough to blow him to pieces.

Moreover, even the entire Pearl Island will be destroyed and turned into dust.

This shows how powerful the power in this divine light is.

In the face of this divine light, He Wuxian was cautious and very slowly covered it with his divine sense.

Fortunately, when the Emperor of Man gave him ten thousand years of skill, he had already used some small means on this divine light.

In this way, the multicolored divine light would not repel He Wuxi's divine sense, which would be convenient for him to refine and absorb.

Three hours later, when He Wuxian mastered the method of extracting the power of the divine light, he began to refine this divine light.

The power of divine light is too majestic and powerful, if it is refined too much at one time, the body will definitely not be able to withstand it, and it will definitely be supported and exploded to death.

Even if He Wuhate had the body of the Heavenly Emperor, he would not be able to withstand the power of that divine light at this stage.

So, he carefully used his divine sense, stripping a trace of power from the divine light.

When that trace of power traveled from the mind to the meridians of the whole body, He Wuxian's face suddenly changed drastically.

There was a pinprick and tearing pain in all his limbs, and he suddenly turned pale as paper and sweated profusely.

Rao is no matter how cautious he is, he only refined a trace of strength, and his physical body was almost unable to bear it.

Fortunately, he endured the severe pain, and immediately ran the Yin and Yang Creation Technique, dispersing that trace of power throughout his body, and quickly refining it.

In this way, the danger was averted, and the severe pain in the body dissipated.

He Wuxian let out a long breath, and only then did he feel a little relieved and continue to refine the power of divine light.

Another trace of power was stripped out and swam to the meridians of the whole body, making him feel the heart-rending pain again.

With the experience of the past, he was mentally prepared this time, so he endured it stubbornly.

As a result, after refining this trace of strength, he clearly felt that his strength had improved a lot.

This kind of strength improvement that can be clearly sensed makes him feel shocked and excited.

That divine light, he only refined one ten-thousandth of his strength, that is, a year's strength, and he could feel a significant increase in strength.

From this, he speculated that if the entire group of divine light was refined, it would definitely be able to increase several levels.

In an excited mood, he could no longer care about the pain of his body, and began to quickly refine the power of divine light.

Time passed quietly, and He Wuxi's whole mind was immersed in refining skills.

Although his body was still suffering from severe pain, his strength was growing rapidly, and his mood was extremely excited.

This is probably the legend, pain and happiness.

Before you know it, five days have passed, and He Wuxian has already refined six hundred years of skill.

Although he has been suffering greatly for five days, the harvest has been enormous.

He has been promoted from a first-level martial saint to a second-level martial saint, and his strength has increased by five times!

Not only that, every time he refined the power of divine light, his body was in great pain.

This is actually tempering the physical body, making his Heavenly Emperor body stronger and stronger.

With such a huge gain and a rapid increase in strength, He Wuxian almost forgot the pain of his body and continued to refine his skills.

Twelve days later, he had risen to the rank of a third-level Martial Saint.

Twenty days later, he upgraded again and reached the realm of a fourth-level martial saint.

But that multicolored divine light was only consumed by one-third.

There are still more than 6,000 years of skill, waiting for He Wuxian to refine.