"Shan Cang, go to the Tower of Fury."
Suddenly a voice sounded, coming from the other side a long distance away.
It should be a message from the supervisor who is not here.
"Did you see the sword-like mountain in front of you on your left? The Tower of Wrath is in that direction."
The supervisor's message continued to come. Lin Tian nodded and walked over there without hesitation.
He remembered what the Immortal Venerable said to everyone before coming to the Holy Land.
The immortal clan left a foreshadowing for the most critical genius in the land of holy calamity.
Lin Tian made himself so outstanding because he actually wanted to compete for that foreshadowing.
Now it seems that the supervisor is protecting himself and telling him to go to the Tower of Exposure.
It is estimated that he has also been taken seriously in the Immortal Clan.
[Psychic power: eighty-five thousand five hundred and seventy-one]
[Qi and blood: 184,535]
The mental power is 85,000, and if you get another 15,000, you can be promoted to level five.
As for qi and blood, although it is more than twice as strong as mental power, it is still a long way from level five.
When Holy Tribulation IV said that it gave Lin Tian an ocean, it really gave him a sea of spiritual consciousness, directly doubling Lin Tian's mental power.
This is a gift from Wu Wanjie.
Bang bang bang...
Behind Lin Tian, thousands of meters away, there was a sudden sound of objects colliding.
Lin Tian looked behind him, and the Castle of Envy, which had been transformed into a square, returned to its original state.
Inside the iron gate, the butler in a black suit was half-kneeling, not facing Lin Tian.
Boom!
From the top of the sky, a black thunder struck down and transformed into the appearance of Holy Tribulation Four.
With the steward kneeling respectfully, Sheng Jie Si walked into the castle.
Holy Tribulation IV and Castle of Envy are resurrected.
Lin Tian was a little stunned.
No, it’s the new Holy Tribulation Four that has appeared.
He will stay in this dark castle forever, waiting for challengers one after another.
In the manor, the housekeeper slowly stood up.
Thousands of meters away, a pair of eyes looked at Lin Tian, with his right hand on his chest, he bowed deeply to Lin Tian.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and then he quietly disappeared into the gray fog that shrouded the castle.
Under the purple-red sky, the chains protruding from the dark cracks were still dripping with blood and slowly retracted into the cracks.
The scarlet sun is imprinted on the sky, but it has no temperature.
Suddenly there was a haze, like a blood-stained cloud slowly condensing with grand sadness and intensity.
The blood clouds piled up and were suppressed.
The patter of bloody rain came down, soaking the entire earth.
With a kind of sadness, like the desolate sadness that comes from ancient times, there is a depleted will that is inexplicably wailing and mourning.
In another world upside down in the distant sea of immortals, cry.
It killed its own teammates.
The rain hit Lin Tian's body, and the rain falling from his clothes became scarleter.
It should be with Lin Tian's blood.
The qi and blood in the body are thicker, and the injuries are also very serious.
Lin Tian took out two more healing elixirs from the storage ring and poured them into his mouth.
The ground was soft and soft, and Lin Tian would leave footprints every step he took.
People will get tired, and Lin Tian is not a god. After all, he fought with the Holy Tribulation Four for a long time, and relied on his survival instinct to force himself out of a coma and kill Zuo Chenfeng.
After finding a quiet cave, Lin Tian lay down in it, ignoring the mess and passed out again.
In his mind, a memory belonging to Wu Wanjie was captured.
"I heard that you are Liu Zihua's dog. Do you want to teach me a lesson for your elder brother today?"
Wu Wanjie smiled ferociously, his eyes cold.
"He is indeed dazzling, but I am not inferior either. I am Wu Wanjie, and I am not inferior to anyone, even if he is Liu Zihua."
Yanjing Military Region, competition venue.
Looking at Liu Zihua sitting in the audience, Wu Wanjie kicked a young soldier named Li Baiyi off the stage.
A pair of angry eyes were locked on Liu Zihua.
"Trash, why are you pretending to instigate others to challenge me without taking action yourself?"
At the edge of the stage, Liu Zihua stood up and looked at Wu Wanjie with a pair of cold eyes.
There was a boom.
Wu Wanjie's body burst with strong energy and blood.
"You dare to come up, you dare to come up, if you don't dare, kneel down!"
He looked at Liu Zihua with stern eyes.
Everyone watched this scene in silence, wondering why the two military heroes who were once good friends suddenly became enemies.
"Wu Wanjie, you have gone too far. Brother Liu has given in to you everywhere, but you still do it!"
In the audience, Li Baiyi stood up holding his stomach and shouted in a low voice.
"Leave me alone, let him tell me personally what he gave me!" Wu Wanjie shouted in a low voice.
Everyone's expressions changed and they looked at Liu Zihua.
Liu Zihua looked solemn, and with a bang, he fell onto the battlefield and looked directly at Wu Wanjie.
"If you want to fight, then I'll satisfy you."
Wu Wanjie smiled, his expression becoming more and more ridiculous.
After a fierce battle, Wu Wanjie punched Liu Zihua out.
"You lost, trash, tell me, what do you deserve?"
He drank in a low voice and looked at the downcast Liu Zihua below the stage.
For a moment, Junwu was in an uproar.
Wu Wanjie defeated the disciples of Old Saint Lingwu, and the news spread throughout the human race.
In an instant, Liu Zihua became the object of ridicule, and all his halo was taken off by Wu Wanjie.
"Father, is this the apprentice you chose?"
"Is this the future pillar of humanity?"
"Stop being funny!"
"Hahaha."
Wu Wanjie laughed, he became the new sun.
Liu Zihua is just a street rat, an ant who has been praised.
But he still didn't get the attention of the old saint Lingwu.
Until a month later.
In the video, Liu Zihua, wearing military uniform, walks quietly in the dark universe.
His black hair was flowing, his aura was deep and powerful, and the stars became his background.
Space warships belonging to the Blood Demon Clan surrounded him, under his terrifying eyes that swept across the sky.
The warships shattered and exploded, unable to stop his pace, and became debris and garbage in the universe.
In the human territory, on the screens of buildings.
Liu Zihua's figure stood in everyone's sight.
One month after Liu Zihua was defeated by the sixth-level master Wu Wanjie.
The youngest seventh-level grandmaster in the human race was born!
"This is the great day of the human race chosen by my disciple, Old Saint Lingwu!"
A loud voice resounded, and the old sage Lingwu led the human legion to stand outside the human realm, welcoming the triumphant return of the great sun.
A video conveys humanity in an instant.
Powerful appearance, desperate qualifications, the recognition of the Martial Saint...
Everything indicates that the clown is Wu Wanjie.
"Ha ha ha ha."
In the military camp, Wu Wanjie laughed crazily, and his blood continued to flow out.
"That's it, that's it. You Liu Zihua is so upright, but I, Wu Wanjie, am an extremely dark villain, hahaha."
He roared, endless anger resounding throughout the world.
Boom!
There were blood thunders falling from the sky, and terrifying thunder tribulations fell, surrounding Wu Wanjie.
His strong unwillingness and fighting spirit made him chase Liu Zihua again.
Refreshed Liu Zihua's record.
Another great military master was born!
His eyes were fierce, and under everyone's gaze, his whole body burst into blood and turned into blood yang.
"Liu Zihua, how dare you fight me to the death!"
Endless murderous intent erupted.
"war!"
A low shout echoed from dozens of kilometers away.
A golden sun rises slowly along the edge of everyone's sight.
Across mountains and water from Wu Wanjie, fighting spirit broke out.
The human race is trembling, as only one of the two extremely proud people can survive.
PS: Chapter 5.
It was not updated yesterday, four chapters, plus the rules set by the gift, the author please pay back slowly.
I don’t worry about whether the number is below eighty-three at the end of the month, and I don’t want to think about it.
Write more and think more to write better stories, which also improves me
Of course, try your best to guarantee a minimum of four chapters.
