No one knows who is imprisoned on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower.
I don’t know when the prisoner imprisoned on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower was imprisoned.
All I know is that before the contemporary Demon Emperor ascended the throne, there were already prisoners on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower.
Because the formation was destroyed, the Demon-Conquering Tower was already in chaos, but Monk Shenjing easily entered the forbidden area of the Demon-Conquering Tower, the seventh floor.
Even though the formation of the Demon-Conquering Tower was broken, the formation on the seventh floor was still intact because it was a separate formation.
This formation is connected to the Qi of Fu Modu. Even if the Fu Mo Tower falls, as long as Fu Mo is not destroyed, the formation here will remain intact.
The prisoners held on the seventh floor cannot live without it.
But even though the formation here was intact, Monk Shenjing walked on flat ground, as if the formation in front of him didn't exist at all, and he just strolled into the seventh floor.
The seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower is completely different from the other floors.
There were no cages or rooms on the entire seventh floor, it was completely empty.
Everything in front of me was hidden in darkness, not even an oil lamp.
The holy mirror monk stood there, with a faint Buddhist charm in his eyes, taking in everything around him.
Underfoot and around were valuable magic crystals. These magic crystals were pitch black, but they were engraved with runes as red as blood.
The divine mirror monk recognized it at a glance. These runes spread all over the seventh floor were used to suppress demons.
Somewhat ridiculously, the place where the demons kept their prisoners was engraved with demon-suppressing runes.
Looking up, he saw a white skeleton in the center of the blood-red runes.
The white bones were just scattered on the ground. Apart from the fact that the bones were as white as jade, there was nothing special about them, not even the slightest bit of life.
What was imprisoned on the seventh floor was actually a skeleton!
There was no life around him, and the skeleton lay alone on the ground.
As if he had died a long time ago.
But the moment Monk Shenjing saw the skeleton, his eyes suddenly became solemn.
Without moving a step, Monk Shenjing clasped his hands and lowered his head slightly towards the white skeleton, "Senior Buhuagu, a thousand years of transformation have passed, please return me the most precious Buddhist treasure."
The voice was loud and there was silence all around.
Monk Shenjing lowered his head again, "Senior Fugugu, a thousand years of transformation have passed, please return me the most precious Buddhist treasure!"
This time, there was finally movement on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower.
"Um?"
A clear and light voice, as if someone who has been sleeping for a long time has just woken up, with a hint of confusion and laziness.
The next moment, on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower, the blood-red runes began to tremble violently, and red light flashed continuously.
The entire Demon-Conquering Tower began to shake with these movements.
Then, countless white bones emerged from all directions on the seventh floor of the Demon-Conquering Tower like fountains.
Gulu gulu!
Like boiling water, like being thrown out, pieces of bones appear one after another.
All the runes, including the mirror monk, were drowned in the sea of bones.
The entire body of the Demon-Conquering Tower shook violently, and Wen Fang Beast, who was standing at the top of the Demon-Conquering Tower and roaring toward the sky, suddenly stopped roaring.
Then he lowered his head suddenly and looked at the Demon-Conquering Tower at his feet.
Two pairs of four huge ears twitched slightly. Wen Fang Beast seemed to be frightened and quickly left the top of the Demon-Conquering Tower, flying around the Demon-Conquering Tower at a leisurely pace.
His four ears were trembling constantly, and his expression was anxious and full of fear.
woke up!
He's awake!
Wen Fang Beast heard a cry of fear deep in his heart, no longer as powerful as before.
The seventh floor of the Demon-Fuming Tower is deeply feared by Wen Fang Beast.
In the space that had been flooded by white bones, the holy mirror monk had long climbed out of the wave of white bones. He did not dare to step on these bones, and the meridians were sealed by the seventh layer of seals.
He had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the wave of bones and apologized seriously.
In the center of this wave of white bones, a long, slender, jade-white bone hand stretched out straight.
Wow!
Amidst the sounds of countless bones being opened, the skeleton that was also buried underneath slowly crawled out.
I don't know if it has been lying there for too long. The skeleton's movement when it climbed up was a little stiff, as if it was rusty.
After climbing to the top of the pile of bones, the skeleton lay down without any image, and the bones behind it quickly built a bone throne like well-trained soldiers.
Then, the moment the skeleton lay down, he caught the opponent perfectly.
Immediately afterwards, four pale bone hands climbed up along the Bone Throne, and then landed on the skeleton's shoulders and legs respectively, massaging them with familiar and gentle techniques.
The bones are massaging the skeleton.
The scene in front of him was a bit unbelievable, but Monk Shenjing looked calm, and even spoke again happily, "Senior Fugugu, a thousand years of transformation..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the bones under his body, which were originally peaceful, suddenly crazily crawled onto Monk Shenjing's body, and one of the big bone hands slapped Monk Shenjing's mouth. on, successfully stopping what he said next.
"Noisy!"
The skeleton on the Bone Throne held his head with one hand, covered his mouth with the other and yawned.
Although he didn't speak, there was a sound.
Monk Shenjing was also very obedient. He didn't struggle at all, he just shut up and let the bones pull on his body.
"Has it been a thousand years?"
After a moment of silence, the skeleton, which seemed to finally wake up, stretched and stood up.
The moment the skeleton stood up, the four massaging bone hands dropped into the bone pile with great discernment.
And the skeleton slowly walked towards the mirror monk.
With every step he took, the flesh and blood meridians on the skeleton began to grow, just like enchanting and gorgeous red flowers blooming on the white bones.
The magic mirror monk lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the other person.
Until the other party came to him, he saw a corner of a red robe from the corner of his eye.
"This time, I slept well and was in a good mood, so I won't kill you."
This time, his voice became more solid, sounding very deep and sweet, with a hint of contented joy in his tone.
The holy mirror monk lowered his head and remained silent.
The non-transforming bone is a being that gathers the grievances of heaven and earth, takes the death energy and bad luck of heaven and earth, and is immortal. It is immortal, immortal, and immortal. It is abandoned by the three realms and six paths, does not enter reincarnation, and lives the same life as heaven and earth.
For tens of thousands of years, there has only been this one in front of me.
As for the one in front of me who has not transformed into bones, his strength was already in the realm of god transformation three thousand years ago.
Nowadays, it is even more unfathomable.
More than a thousand years ago, Fu Huagu was suppressed in the Demon-Conquering Tower, and even the Buddhist treasures on his body were imprisoned in the Demon-Conquering Tower.
If not for the Buddhist treasure, Monk Divine Mirror would not have taken the initiative to enter the Demon-Conquering Tower.
Bu Yan recently accompanied her best friend to look at wedding dresses. She planned to look at each house one by one. She is currently on the third house. The wedding dresses are so beautiful and the shopping is really tiring. Anyway, she is already too salty.
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