The fortieth layer is a white and vast void space, with no underground and sky, no southeast, northwest, up and down, left and right. Whether the monk stands upright or flipped, he sees the same scene.

But at this moment, the entire white space is illuminated with golden light. The white tiger's sharp claws swung out a Dao attack, and the domineering Jin Ling carried the power of space, sometimes dazzling like the scorching sun, sometimes faint as moonlight.

Zi Xuan communicated with Lingguang and did not retreat, he was split into a prototype of alien fire by the golden light again and again, and condensed in the air again and again, and the golden flames that erupted filled the entire space, burning everywhere he looked!

Hanguang is like a dark light that wanders in the night, lurking in the golden light quietly, and once it senses an opportunity, it does not hesitate to slash and pick thorns. The blazing sword intent entangled the white tiger's body like life, and over time, it finally made its tough fur mottled.

You Xuan couldn't exert her strength, but she was able to activate the defensive aura to wrap Zixuan, so that she could relieve some of the pressure a little, at least she didn't need to activate the hand aura again.

Zi Xuan dodged across the space distance, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the right rear of the white tiger, and shot out with light, like nine flying stars with long tails, about to crash into the white tiger and turn it into powder.

In the other direction, Lingguang's body suddenly became larger, his head was bigger than the white tiger as a whole, and his tail had extended dozens of miles away. It let out a sharp and long roar, and the echo penetrated the spatial barrier and drilled into the White Tiger Consciousness Sea, and then spewed out several golden flames half a mountain thick, turning the entire space into a sea of fire.

If someone was here, they would not be able to open their eyes, and even Zixuan herself felt the hot flow spreading in all directions, making it difficult for her to see.

Roar, roar, roar

The white tiger was sandwiched between the sword intent and the alien fire, and the Vermilion Bird True Sound lingered like a maggot on the tarsal bone, causing it to finally erupt into a roar of horror and anger. The coercion that was close to the god spread out violently, shaking Zixuan's meridians and his heart and intestines.

The space vibrated wildly in several powerful attacks, as if it could completely collapse at any moment. Fortunately, the Phantom Demon Tower was a combination of several major clans, and there were no large cracks in the seemingly turbulent space.

However, aura vortices and small spatial cracks were everywhere, forcing Zixuan to slow down the speed of dodging across the air. She increased the output of spiritual power, which made the power of Hanguang and Lingguang skyrocket, and exerted the extreme that can be played now!

Except for the golden light, the white tiger was gradually defeated in the two sides, and the roar turned into a cry of pain and screams, and the snow-white and heavy fur had long since turned to charred ash, revealing a large area of flesh and bones.

When Lingguang suddenly shrunk his body and turned into a golden light that disappeared in the air and rushed towards the center of the white tiger's eyebrows, Hanguang also merged into nine at the same time, and the darkness flashed, and it swirled towards the middle of its back wings.

Boom, boom, boom

The impact of the two forces caused the white tiger to explode, and the conjured flesh and demon pill were all shattered into small pieces, and then turned into powder in the impact of the aftermath, and disappeared along with the dim golden light.

The fortieth layer quickly recovered into a white void space, and only Zi Xuan, who had only one percent of spiritual power, turned pale, recalled Hanguang and Lingguang, and took a healing pill and began to refine it.

Zixuan's meridians and lungs were all shocked out of the injuries, and it took two pills to get better, and the rest had to recover after a period of time. She felt like she was back to her peak, but she opened her eyes and saw no teleportation, still in the white space.

The only difference was that two teleportation arrays glowing with blue light appeared in the distance, with "Out" written on the left and "Forty-one Layers" written on the right.

"Can you still continue to break through?Xiaoxuan, shall we go or not?" You Xuan was so excited by the battle just now, and when he saw that he could continue to move forward, he was a little eager to try.

Zixuan felt that he was in a good state, but he was already struggling to face the white tiger who was similar to the god of transformation, and it was impossible to win against the real god demon cultivator. She first wanted to forget it, the means of transforming into a god and true monarch were not something she could comprehend.

But then she thought that it was also very attractive for her to finally encounter this kind of opportunity to face the god directly, and not have to worry about actually killing her, and to risk being injured to try how long she could stay under the god.

After only struggling for a moment, she made up her mind. "Let's go to the forty-first floor!"

In You Xu's excited exclamation, Zixuan stepped into the blue light teleportation array, and as soon as she saw a flower in front of her, she saw that she appeared in a beautiful valley, and in the distance stood a beautiful woman in white clothes, looking over with a smile.

A loud sound that almost deafened her echoed in Zhihai, and her ears obviously didn't hear anything, and it seemed that even people and spirits were surrounded by this sound, and hot blood flowed out of the seven orifices at the same time.

This is still the fact that she and You Xuan activated all the defenses at the same time, otherwise a glance from the white-clothed true monarch would have allowed her to directly teleport out with serious injuries.

Zixuan's whole person seemed to be pressed at the foot of the giant mountain, and he couldn't move at all, let alone sacrifice Hanguang and Lingguang to attack. The nun in the distance didn't move, she just stood there quietly, and her hand was never raised.

However, the pressure on Zixuan's body suddenly increased, and the pulling and twisting force in the space made her squirt out a mouthful of hot blood, and then, the familiar sense of teleportation came, and it was the Phantom Demon Tower that decided that she could no longer bear it.

"Eleven breath ......" Zixuan was teleported outside the tower, held on to a wooden pillar and took a breath, slowly exhaled for a long time, and then took several pills one after another before he felt relieved.

"Little friend, please bring the token to me. ”

At this moment, the old man's voice came from the distance, and it was a rumor to Zixuan. She raised her head and looked into the sky, and a white-haired old man in the clouds nodded at her, one of the life-saving spirit monarchs who opened the Phantom Demon Tower.

She raised her eyes again to look at the tower-shaped light curtain suspended in the mountain peaks in the distance, there was a circular token representing the Yuanying Monk, which had crossed the fortieth floor and entered the forty-first floor, and next to the token was the number seven thousand two hundred.

Zi Xuan hurriedly retracted his gaze, and walked into the air with the token in the envious, jealous and hateful gaze, and there were already two male cultivators standing next to the white-haired old man, who also had a round token hanging from his waist.

"The three of you are the top three in the Yuan Infant Stage, wait here with me, and when the Phantom Demon Tower closes, you will receive the rewards you deserve. ”

After speaking, the old man pointed to the two behind him and continued: "This Zhou Xiaoyou is the first to break through the thirty-ninth floor, although he has not passed the forty floors, but he has persevered in it long enough, and he is the third in this session. ”

"This Wu Xiaoyou broke through the fortieth floor and gave up entering the forty-first floor, thinking that he was second. You insist on eleven breaths in the forty-first layer, which is the first of this primordial infancy. ”

Zixuan greeted Zhou and Wu, and after a few polite greetings, he honestly stood aside and stopped talking, waiting for the Phantom Demon Tower to close. 2k reading web