In the story, Yin and Yang Xuandao mentioned Selan's eyes to Wu Gongyao several times. In other words, the key to whether the Selan Holy Tower can be opened lies in his eyes.

"Wow... so amazing! It turns out that the ancestor... actually lived nearly 300 years old? Wouldn't that be even better than Zhang Sanfeng? He would break the Guinness World Record, right?" Lan Caidie slapped the slap.

"You girl, you're just listening to these things. Is that what I mean?" Wushuang asked gently patted her forehead.

"Eyes?" Professor Monalou meditated with his chin, then raised his head and shone the top of the Saint Tower with a flashlight.

This sacred tower is not as high as expected, and its function is only used to store Thran coffins, so it is not as high as the nine-level coffin tower. It looks like a pagoda from the outside. In addition, it belongs to the style of West Asian Arabic architecture and does not have several layers of hair, so it should not exceed seven or eight meters high at most.

The professor looked up and shouted, "Look, look at the top of this tower!"

Everyone looked up and said, "Oh, that's right?" He didn't pay much attention just now. Professor Mo Nalou shook his flashlight and the beam of light was placed on the circle of copper bells hanging at the top. He saw that there seemed to be two light spots in the middle of the circle of copper bells. The light emitted by the two things was not a reflection, but a spirit, and looked like the eyes of some kind of creature.

"I'll go and have a look." Lan Caidie volunteered.

"Don't go, you are all waiting below." Wushuang grabbed the reckless girl and said, Wang Qian jumped high, and his whole body hung upside down on the side wall of the Holy Tower. There were many edges and corners on the side wall, and many Arabic words were carved on it, most of which were Quran scriptures. Only he could see his feet and toes hooked the protruding edges and corners, and his whole body was pressed down on the wall with his hands down, supporting himself upwards little by little with his powerful waist and abdomen.

"Tianyue, have your boss practiced light skills? Oh, it's really amazing. If you fall down from the big head, will it be okay?" Professor Mo Nalou was frightened.

"I don't know when our boss will have this ability, so I really can't underestimate him." Chu Tianyue knew that Wushuang knew some martial arts skills, but she was also three-legged cat kung fu. She probably couldn't even beat her. She rarely saw Wushuang using light skills, thinking that this was a unique skill that the boss had secretly spread.

"This is called gecko climbing upside down, not light skills, but a skill used by the thieves in the old society." Lan Caidie explained.

The person below looked at Wushuang's big head hanging downward in the sky and was frightened, but there was no insurance measure at all. But it was strange. This book of kung fu is specially used for climbing. Look, when did the gecko fall off when crawling on the wall at a 90-degree angle? First, there is a suction cup on the limbs, and the coordination of the little guy's body's center of gravity. This long-lost old craft emphasizes the adjustment of the human body's center of gravity, and also requires strong waist and abdomen.

Wushuang's back was tightly attached to the wall, using only the strength of his waist and abdomen and hands to support every character raised on the wall little by little, and then slowly climbed up. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the top of the tower.

He hooked his feet on the edge of the tower, and his waist suddenly exerted force, folded his whole body, then thrust and jumped up.

Cry... Cry... Cry... The copper bell on the top of the tower was heard.

Before he could stand firm, he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from the circle of copper bells. He looked closely and saw two small meat balls hanging in the circle of copper bells. The meat ball was blood-red, and the little blood-red meat ball was black eyes. The eyes were dripping, and no matter where Wushuang went, it turned and kept staring at Wushuang.

This thing is a living thing, it has been two thousand years since it was dug out of Thran's eye socket, which shows that it is a sign of its evil spirit.

Two cold lights suddenly appeared, and Wushuang pulled out the sharp ancient evil blade from the scabbard behind him. According to the story my grandfather told him when he was a child, these evil eyes can only be destroyed by the evil blade outside the sky. What is the evil blade outside the sky? Isn’t it the two treasure swords in his hands?

"Ah!" Wushuang roared, holding the double blades in his hand and stabbed them into the two eyeballs in the copper bell.

Just as the sharp blades pierced into the demon's eyes, the entire holy tower suddenly shook, and there seemed to be a powerful force inside that was about to break through the constraints. The powerful force exploded suddenly, Wushuang was unable to defend, and was thrown out by the force.

"Boss! Be careful!" Chu Tianyue shouted in her eyes and anxiously.

Wushuang has no light skills. His three-legged cat skills are far inferior to those of the ancestors of the Thieves. If this holy tower about eight meters high falls heavily from the top, it will not die, but it will end up with a comminuted fracture.

The blue colored butterfly swung out the golden-wire tiger tail whip, entangled Wushuang's waist in the air, removing most of his depravity. He fell heavily to the ground, rolling several times, and only felt that Venus appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Are you okay?" Lan Caidie rushed over and helped Wushuang up.

"It's okay, I'm a little bit, I can't die. That should be Thran's eyes." Wushuang said.

At this time, not only the entire holy tower, but even the underground golden palace began to shake constantly, and the stone chips and broken soil on the head kept falling. As we watched, the ancient tomb of Donghu was about to collapse.

Everyone stood up and supported each other. A layer of black smoke lingered at the top of the holy tower. The black smoke was expanding, like a black hole rotating counterclockwise, devouring the holy tower bit by bit.

"Ao... uu... uuu... uuu..." A shrill sound came from the holy tower, and the sound was chilling.

With a loud bang, a black shadow flew out through the holy tower. The guy was extremely fast, and Wushuang didn't see clearly what it was. He just vaguely saw that the thing was human-shaped, with horns on his head, double feathers on his back, and boundless evil spirits on his body.

It jumped high, leaned over and looked at the four ants below, and then exerted force, and directly penetrated the rocks on the top of the cave, passing through the soil layer more than fifty meters thick, and flew out of the ancient tomb. As the guy left, the holy tower completely collapsed, and a white jade coffin was exposed inside. There was a Koran on the white jade coffin, but the scriptures were cut into two pieces in half. It was what Wushuang did in a nightmare just now.
Chapter completed!