Thinking of this, Feng Ling sensed it carefully. When he noticed that there was a trace of magic jade aura fluctuation here, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Sure enough, this is the eighth ring area!"
A strange light appeared in Feng Ling's eyes. The test of the nine rings was actually set in the eight rings. If you successfully break the game, you can descend from the void and go to the next level of the barrier to accept the test. If you fail, you will start all over again!
"The mixed layout of five feng shui secrets, is this the test of the nine-ring barrier? Maybe it is a bit difficult for people in this continent to break the game, but for me, this game is in vain!"
Looking at the bloody scene below and listening to the shrill screams below, Feng Ling sneered. Now he finally understood that the intruders were the chess pieces, and the breaker was the chess master to break this endgame.
Of course, some powerful chess pieces can reach the end of the game, but chess pieces are still chess pieces, and the meaning of their existence is to present strange phenomena to the chess master, but they miss the final opportunity of the Nine Infants Land.
"Fire Divine Spear Technique!" Feng Ling raised his brows slightly, and with a wave of his hand, large tracts of ivy turned into ashes in the flames, like winter snow meeting the bright sun.
On the other hand, those corpses that had fallen for thousands of years did not dissipate like ivy. Instead, they gradually melted under the burning fire and turned into strange light spots with dim golden light.
The light spots were densely packed, and after breaking through the corpses, they quickly rose into the night sky, like thousands of dancing fireflies, and the scene was spectacular.
"Have a good journey..." Looking at this scene, Feng Ling felt quite emotional in his heart. He could detect their activity and excitement, and even slight fluctuations in emotions. It seemed that after enduring thousands of years of pain, they finally finally arrived today. Be liberated.
"Thick Earth Heavy Attack Technique!" The scene changed as he thought, and ripples appeared in the black clouds under Feng Ling's feet, carrying him strangely to the top of the tower.
This tower is called Tongtian, and it is a thousand feet high. It is rusty and weather-beaten. It resisted Feng Ling's full blow, but only a "clang" sound was heard. The entire tower body was like a pointer under the firm foundation of the tower. It swayed from side to side and made a deafening roar, but it did not collapse or collapse.
"Hmph! Even if you really had the power to reach heaven a thousand years ago, but you are unlucky enough to meet me today, you will have to break it!" Looking at the Tower of Babel, Feng Ling's eyes gradually turned cold, and he suddenly threw out the fire-tipped spear, with dragon-shaped patterns on it. Its color changed from red to white, turning into a majestic silver-white dragon.
This is the White Dragon, the true form of the weapon spirit, summoned by the Fire Spear itself under Feng Ling's instructions.
"Ang——" A dragon roared and the color of the world changed. Under the fermentation of this tyrannical momentum, strong winds blew up in the ruins area, causing the entire Tower of Babel to tremble.
"Sisi!" Suddenly, a faint sound came from the Tower of Babel, and then a black snake with a cockscomb pattern on its head finally couldn't hold it back and shot out from a door halfway up the Tower of Babel, along the body of the tower. Winding upwards at extremely high speeds, a huge body a hundred feet long was finally revealed.
It has obviously noticed that this attack that is preparing to go out is completely different from the previous attack "Thick Earth Heavy Attack Technique".
"Twelve-turn snake-shaped weapon spirit!" Looking at the Baizhang black snake below, which raised its head and issued a warning message, Feng Ling and the white dragon weapon spirit's eyes lit up at the same time, and their joy was beyond words.
Previously, when he failed to collapse the Babel Tower with one blow, Feng Ling guessed that there might still be a weapon spirit in the tower, but he could not tell whether it was the original weapon spirit of the tower or the one that occupied the magpie's nest.
Now that he has witnessed its true appearance and felt the strength of its aura, Feng Ling can conclude that this spirit is the latter!
"Go and swallow it!" There was no place to find it, and it took no effort to get it. Feng Ling's white dragon weapon spirit was also in the new stage, and it was in urgent need of swallowing a large number of weapon spirits to complete its growth and transformation.
"Ang——" Before he could finish his words, the white dragon weapon spirit shot out with lightning speed. For it, the effect of swallowing the snake-shaped weapon spirit is the best and the most delicious. How can it not be excited?
"Boom——" A shrill roar was heard, and the black snake weapon spirit was swallowed by the white dragon. Immediately, the earth rumbled and shook, and the entire Tower of Babel, which had lost its protection, turned into powder in an instant.
