Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

The top of the tower hangs high in the sky, leaving only three floors of red buildings located inside the gate of the mansion in Xuanmang Ancient City, becoming one of the many buildings.

Nan Xiao silently recited the Qing Ling Sutra, used the residual method of the Tao Sutra, calmed down the surging sea of ​​suffering and boiling divine power, and sat quietly cross-legged.

A girl with a temperament like a young green bamboo, but also has a lot of resilience without even realizing it.

It's rather crispy and has a softer tenacity.

After being ravaged by the strong men on the third floor, Nan Xiao's depression due to the difficulty in breaking through the realm was relieved.

The vain ambitions were knocked down and they were no longer radical.

The mountains are ahead, and we will go further towards the mountains.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Nan Xiao was completely happy when she took some time off and counted the bets she had won previously in the two-story building.

There is nothing better than this in life.

This time, the qualification battle to go upstairs was full of rewards.

In addition to the few elixirs given to Nian Ranran, there are still the "Dragon Transformation Deduction" that is unique in the legend of the Yaozai Yaozu, one source and one meteorite that are not pure, and more than ten other elixirs, which can be directly used by Nan. Xiao's strength skyrocketed.

The first thing to do is to repair the broken Sikong sword.

Meteorite, a material so precious that it can be used to refine psychic weapons, will be one of the most critical materials.

Ice floes surged from the clear blue sea of ​​bitterness, the wheel of life was nailed to the sky by an ice pick, and clear springs dripped from the ninth-order divine bridge.

Thousands of water drops all have the true meaning of smelting iron.

Xiao Qianye, who has a good reputation, is now clanging in the small building, constantly bombarding meteorites the size of half a basin.

Every time there is water evaporation, the meteorite becomes smaller.

The five hundred divine patterns were given the image of a butcher by Nan Xiao, and the killing nails were embedded in the bone marrow due to the giant hammer.

The cold light can be absorbed into the meteorite, and the extreme collision of cold and heat creates the risk of explosion almost every time.

If Nan Xiao hadn't continued to extract the not-so-pure source and the life essence in the Yunling Pill, I'm afraid he would have fallen short.

It was already halfway through the night, the essence of the Origin Stone had long been squandered, and the Meteor Fire Stone had only been created into a prototype by Nan Xiao.

The Sikong dagger turned into iron juice, poured on the rough material, and turned into a cold glow.

It was midnight again.

When the sun rises, the Sikong sword is completed.

The sword is three feet long. It is still white, but not the color of frost or snow. It is now more dignified. If you look closely, you will only feel that there is a black hole under the white light, which attracts people's attention.

Nan Xiao's eyes were soft. Although he had been busy all night, he was in high spirits.

Military training is also a kind of cultivation, and she is not tired.

However, the meteorite has been a rare treasure in the earth's veins for tens of thousands of years. If there is a higher level of flame or other source of divine power than the earth's veins, it may be difficult to truly use the meteorite for one's own use.

Nan Xiao has achieved the ultimate that she can achieve at this stage.

Sikong's long sword seemed to have intelligence, and the frosty snow that gained weight made a clear buzzing sound.

If it were to face the giant ax of the Dwarf King Dongfang Xu next time, the Sikong sword would definitely not be so fragile that it could be vulnerable to a blow.

Putting the long sword into the wheel sea, Nan Xiao opened the door and went to the red building where the Demon Locking Tower was located.

The bright morning sun coats the Red Building with a layer of golden light. It is sacred and brilliant, worthy of the name of Lock Demon.

Climbing up the stairs without any hindrance, Nan Xiao saw that there were people on the second floor of the red building who had arrived earlier than her, and they were all ascetics.

Either they are fighting, or they are trying to activate the divine power in their bodies to cleanse the secret weapon of the wheel and sea.

They didn't stop until the sea of ​​suffering dried up, the spring of life bottomed out, the sacred bridge became dim, and the other shore was lost.

He sat cross-legged and quickly recovered his divine power with the help of the spirit gathering array on the second floor, and then continued with the next round of practice.

It was difficult for Nan Xiao to describe her mood at this time in words.There are always people working silently in places you can’t see.

Those who can climb to the second floor are considered to be good enough regardless of their own cultivation, background or combat power, but they are constantly surging due to various obsessions in their hearts.

Nan Xiao's eyelids jumped when she saw Xu Zheng, the barbarian king who could summon the bloodline of the barbarian ancestors, wielding a large ax as tall as him, breathing heavily and hacking at steel stakes.

Sure enough, those who were able to win at least two out of three matches based on their own strength and finally succeeded in climbing to the second floor had at least equal parts talent, hard work, and opportunity.

Nan Xiao did not disturb the Barbarian King who was having a heated fight with the steel stakes, but instead woke up Jing Hui who was practicing silently at the edge.

At the same time, Li Menghuai, who was lying by the window pretending to be a water lily, yawned and came closer when he saw Nan Xiao coming.

First, he flicked the non-existent bangs on his forehead very coquettishly. Li Menghuai proudly said that he found the demon clan's technique "Dragon Transformation and Filling the Void Deduction" in a corner of the library.

Jing Hui held the relic orb with one hand and his eyes were filled with anticipation.

Although he has entered the Taoist palace now and possesses various inheritances, he has fought against the demon clan with spiritual wisdom several times, and he increasingly feels that the demon clan is uniquely endowed with a powerful physical body and natal magical powers, which are of the same level as ordinary ones. Cultivators are not the enemy of the demon clan.

While sighing with emotion, Nan Xiao frowned and took out the small booklet from his arms, which was the demon clan's technique "Dragon Transformation and Filling the Void Deduction".

"I watched the content yesterday. It was too obscure. I can vaguely guess that it consumes the flesh and blood of strong men to stimulate the inheritance of distant ancestors in the body. And if you really want to transform into a dragon, you still need to find dragon seeds in exchange for blood. In short, at this stage, there is really no way. Suitable for human cultivation."

Li Menghuai scratched his head, a little embarrassed, but still insisted: "The Dharma is interoperable, otherwise the ancestors of Luohe Blessed Land would not have solemnly hidden it in the pavilion! Moreover, I think we can't understand it now, It's because the level is not enough. Rumor has it that the owner of the Demon Emperor's Palace, the Demon Emperor millions of years ago, was a mortal rabbit who mastered the method of transforming into a dragon and ascended to the sky..."

Jing Hui shook his head and looked through the book carefully.

During this period, the relic orb in Jing Hui's hand glowed with misty colored light.

After a long time, the relic orb dimmed.

Jing Hui gave a long sigh, returned the book to Nan Xiao, and shook his head.

"The orbs will not become dusty."

Nan Xiao chuckled, with mountains and rivers gathering and dispersing in his eyes, which was profound.

Afterwards, Nan Xiao exchanged some moves with Jing Hui, who had been hiding from the public.

Jing Hui is protected by the colorful light of the relic orb, and the sky is filled with lotus flowers.

All of Nan Xiao's moves were useless, and it was even more difficult to get close. With the Golden Light Sharp Slash blessed on Sikong's sword, he could barely cut open a lotus.

I had to take the initiative to admit defeat.

"Miss Nanxiao, you are very strong. I have the blessing of treasures. Otherwise, I would not be able to defeat you. On the third floor, I have tried -"

Jing Hui's mouth turned bitter and he said, "You persisted longer than me."

Nan Xiao nodded and thanked Jing Hui for his kindness.

How can there be any fairness in a life-and-death struggle?

Fighting without weapons?
How can there be such a good thing?
Nan Xiao faces her failure head-on, and will not make excuses to comfort herself.

She is not discouraged.

It strengthened my determination to enter the other side.

Although the road ahead is far and the edge is in sight, we must cross the chasm step by step.

So Nan Xiao looked up, and she, who was qualified, finally saw a demon-locking list hanging in the air of the red building.

The golden light is shining, and the rules are strict.

There are a lot of tasks, and the rewards are relatively generous.

Once the task is completed, all you can see is climbing the ladder to the sky.

At that time, it will no longer be a fantasy to break through the shackles of one's own body and reach the other shore.

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