Chapter 3737

As soon as Wang Fan rushed into the tower, he felt a huge pressure.

In the dark, he seemed to hear a Sanskrit sound, and the vibrating eardrum was buzzing and trembling.

Wang Fan's face changed slightly, and he became alert instantly.

He forced himself to take two steps forward, but with only two steps, he felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, trying to crush his body.

"What the hell?" Wang Fan whispered, and his body was slightly bent.

But soon, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he straightened his waist.

He took another step ahead, but just one step, his head hummed and his mouth spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What the hell is this place? How can it be like this? It's only after winning 100 games in a row that I have the qualification to enter here. But I just entered, and I can't bear it. How can I get to the top? "

Wang Fan was puzzled and tried to keep going.

The shaking Sanskrit sound became louder and louder, and his body began to tremble.

At the corner of his mouth, the blood spurted out, and his face turned pale quickly.

"No, with my strength, not to mention taking advantage of the summit, even if I step on the first level, I will die."

"I'd better quit first, not to mention that I haven't seen the chance yet. Even if you see the chance, it's useless to enjoy life. "

"As for Murong Xian, I can only apologize to her."

Wang Fan murmured and soon made a decision.

He turned back and planned to walk out.

But, as soon as he looked back, his face changed.

Behind is a space surrounded by golden light, as if endless. As for the door just now, I can't see it for a long time.

Looking at this scene, Wang Fan really wants to curse his mother.

Is this a pit for yourself?

If he had known that, he would not have come in.

Wang Fan tried to take a step towards the rear, but every step was no different from taking a step forward. Alexander would still vomit blood without saying it.

Wang fan is about to collapse, he can only continue to look back.

Because only by looking back can he see the ladder to the second level, hope and goal.

"It's said that there are three powerful emperors who fell on the Guishan mountain. Did they fall here?"

Wang Fan said, walking towards the stairs with difficulty.

Two steps, just two steps. The sound of a click came, and his leg bone broke.

"Ah

With a scream, Wang Fan's eyes turned red.

At this moment, perhaps because of anger, the blood in his body roared in an instant, like boiling water.

The blood vessels are activated autonomously, Wang Fan's legs heal in an instant, and he feels much less pressure.

Not only that, a ray of light suddenly from his body, crazy toward the front of phagocytosis.

In Wang Fan's gaping eyes, the golden light was swallowed up more than half in an instant.

"Blood? Mixed grain mark

Wang Fan was shocked.

This is the first time that he saw that the mixed grain road mark can swallow things.

"Ah, mixed grain road mark, no, no!"

Vaguely, Wang Fan seemed to hear a sharp scream.

Then, in a roaring sound, accompanied by the disappearance of the golden light, the first floor of the tower began to collapse from the outside to the inside.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, did not dare to hesitate, raised toward the stairs collapsed in the past.

Outside.

Murong Xian and the monks also vaguely felt the vibration of the tower.

At the same time, a very powerful pressure diffused from the tower, shaking the sky.

Under that pressure, these monks felt great pressure.

Even a lot of friars could not help kneeling down and kneeling down.

They feel that in front of that pressure, they are so small and ridiculous.

It's as if the other person needs only one thought to take their lives.

Although Murong Xian's face was pale, her delicate body was upright and she resisted the pressure.

Her heart was murmuring, "what's the matter? He won't have an accident, will he?"

Inside the tower, Wang Fan quickly ran to the entrance of the stairs.

Here, he saw a dead bone.

The whole body of this withered bone is golden. I don't know how many years it has been dead. In his hand, he is wearing a space ring.

Wang Fan glanced at the withered bone. He had a strong feeling that the previous authority, the faint Sanskrit sound and the scream were all caused by the withered bone.

Think of this skeleton almost to his life, he instantly anger from the heart, directly kick on the skeleton.

With a roar, the dead bone fell to the ground. At the same time, an angry voice came out, "little beast, dare you!"With the sound, an illusory soul body emerged from him, and it was about to fly to his mind.

Wang Fan looked at the scene, but also angry.

I don't know how many years old the tortoise has lived. He wants to give up himself.

He didn't even have the mind to talk nonsense at all. He directly called back the mixed grain trace and rushed to the soul body.

"Ah, no, no!" Seeing the mixed grain trace, the soul screams in horror, but it disappears under the impact of the mixed grain trace.

Wang Fan put away the space ring on the withered finger, did not look at the withered finger, and rushed to the second layer.

As soon as Wang Fan rushed to the second floor, he saw a lot of immortal veins.

The second layer is not as golden as the first layer, but full of fairy Qi.

In the space, it is full of rich spirit, which gives people a very comfortable feeling.

Wang Fan wanted to sacrifice the space ring to put these immortal veins away, but he soon found that his spirit could not be used.

Even if the mixed grain trace has returned to the body, it is not good to sacrifice the mixed grain trace.

"What is this place?"

Wang Fan whispered in his heart, sat down on the ground with his knees crossed, and began to practice.

The taixuan sutra was running wildly, and the immortal spirit turned into a mist and poured towards his body, but it didn't penetrate into the elixir field, but began to harden his body.

I don't know how long after that, all the immortal pulse dissipated, and Wang Fan also saw clearly everything in the second layer.

On the second floor, there are dozens of dead bones, but there is no space left.

Obviously, it's all the people who died here.

Wang Fan went on to the third floor.

As soon as he got to the third floor, his face changed.

"Whoosh!"

A sword suddenly broke through the air and cut directly at his head.

Wang Fan felt the scene and his face changed greatly.

He didn't care about his image at all, so he ran away.

The sword split on the ground, raised a roar, but there was no so-called crack.

After Wang Fan stabilized his figure, he looked up and saw a man in a black robe who could not see his face. He was staring at him with a simple sword in his forehand.

"Living people?"

Wang Fan's face changed.

Is this guy trapped here after winning 100 games in a row or the original owner?

"You are not welcome here, son of Xiuling pulse. Get out of here!"

Wang fan is thinking, that person suddenly opened a mouth, the voice is gloomy, ooze a person matchless.