A trace of pressure spread out again, but it was not released. He said in a stern tone: "In Jiuxuan Tower, everyone should understand what to do. If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself, but the same thing is still the case. If anyone hurts someone without authorization, kills the monks randomly, hum! I don't mind and move my hands and feet."

The murderous intent is as heartbreaking as a maggot on the bones. Before that, hundreds of casual cultivators, if the interests of the great enough, would be at a risk to compete with the Seven-Star City Lord, could escape if necessary. However, now there are seven Nascent Soul Cultivators in charge, and they are no different from ants, but they are just slightly stronger ants. Therefore, after the old man Su in Xuanji City warned, no cultivator dared to question.

He Wuyou looked at the "destroyed flowers and willows" under his feet, feeling a little disgusted, but seemed to be unable to bear it, and frowned, but Zhou Hao didn't say anything more, squatted down and picked up a female cultivator's wrist, and with a spirit, he moved to investigate the condition inside his body.

"Hey, I said brother, how are you?" He Wuyou was like a rich young man who didn't understand the world. He only knew how to play, but didn't care what happened to them. But out of curiosity, when he saw Zhou Hao investigate, he quickly asked.

Huang Zhonglu is not a monk with a vicious obsession. He is the most ordinary monk at the grassroots level. The ability to climb to Xuanji City is entirely a reflection of his cultivation and ability. He may be more capable than Zhou Hao to check whether the monk is sick.

"Strange..." After Zhou Hao checked one, he did not stop. Instead, he continued to check on other female cultivators who were intoxicated one by one. In fact, these female cultivators were not seriously injured at all, and they seemed to be asleep. However, they were all alert as foundation-building monks. At this time, they should have woken up long ago, but there was no sign of awakening at all.

When the body was not invaded by the power of the soul, Zhou Hao could even easily detect that the spiritual power in their bodies was very active. But at the same time, Zhou Hao was sure that these female cultivators did not actively guide the spiritual power to operate. This spiritual power flowed freely along the meridians, which was more like spiritual energy having spirituality. After combing the obstacles in the female cultivator's meridians by themselves and exploring more than ten female cultivators, a woman who obviously only had a foundation-building breath suddenly responded, and then stretched her charming waist like she woke up from a beautiful dream, and muttered in her mouth: "Well! It's so comfortable!"

Zhou Hao was speechless and quickly let go of his hand, afraid of causing misunderstandings. It didn't matter when the female cultivator spoke, and immediately a foul smell of sour and rotten stains that penetrated the soul hit his forehead.

"Vomit, vape..." It was just as beautiful as a flower, but the next moment it was rough and wild, and the sour and rotten breath that was about to be sucked in was completely spit out.

"Hahaha!" If it were a beautiful female cultivator like this, it would be fine, but the problem was that almost all the female cultivators who woke up one by one at this time were like this, and then He Wuyou made a loud laugh, but there was no malice in it, it was just a joke.

Everyone has a love for beauty. The female cultivator who recovered from her consciousness was sneered by the unscrupulous young master He Wuyou, and immediately refused to let go, surrounded by sweat stains and sour smells. For a moment, He Wuyou complained and begged for mercy, but there were still a few who were clear-minded and did not want to laugh and make trouble. Instead, they immediately found a place to clean themselves. For them, cultivation was just for beauty, so how could they endure such destruction?

In Xuanji City, more than 400 golden elixir monks were curious and were in harmony under the pressure of the Nascent Soul monks, and they could not enter Jiuxuan Tower as soon as possible. However, these foundation-building and qi-training monks who had succeeded might be able to ask one or two questions.

An unprecedented inquiry was unfolded in front of Jiuxuan Tower. This made these monks suffer, and the noble Jindan monks cannot kill people. Most of the monks have a bad temper. Hundreds of monks use their means to fight wits and courage.

After the seven old monsters of Nascent Soul were arranged by the outside world, they ignored them and went directly to Jiuxuan Tower, with a calm expression and slowly entered Jiuxuan Tower. However, in fact, they did not enter at the first time. As early as when they appeared and all the monks were paying attention, the mysterious old man in the sky had already quietly entered with the two Nascent Souls with his servants, and no one found his traces.

Walking through the ancient but still alive Jiuxuan Tower, two young Nascent Soul monks looked around and looked around, very curious, but their steps were not far away, following the mysterious old man for a moment. The old man walked forward step by step, step by step.

Under its deep and empty eyelids, there were endless memories and bleakness. Occasionally, looking at a certain place, he was distracted. At this moment, with the ease of the power of the change in Jiuxuanlou, more and more monks woke up from their cultivation, surprised, happy, panic, and various shouts began to break this rare tranquility. The old man was still walking firmly, as if nothing had anything to do with himself.

The spiritual wine and food are rich enough, which He Wuyou has reserved before. Although it is a little cold, it does not affect Zhou Hao's appetite at all. He is used to the ordinary habit of three meals a day. This time, the fierce battles were fought overnight, and it took a full day and one night. Wudian Temple had protested many times, but the recovery of spiritual power and injuries was the primary priority. As for filling the stomach, it could only be slightly back.

He is not polite to He Wuyou. Anyway, if this kid has any intention, he must listen to it. Those miserable female cultivators have not yet been cleaned and sorted out, and only Huang Zhonglu is accompanying him. Zhou Hao has nothing to do with it. As for the changes in the outside world, he has no awareness at all. But he is just confused but ignorant about his own changes.

The first floor, the second floor, and the third floor, as if they have experienced endless years, condensed in the Jiuxuan Building. Although things have changed, the imprints left by time are hidden in the heart, and the steps have aroused a trace of spiritual light. The mysterious old man climbed up to the fifth floor and walked straight to He Wuyou. The hall where Zhou Hao was, the exquisite spiritual wood door opened automatically without any breath.

"Huh!" Zhou Hao, He Wuyou, Huang Zhonglu and the other two looked at the door at the same time. No one could disturb them easily at this time. It is said that the waiters of Jiuxuan Tower are all monks and have extremely strict requirements. With doubts, they saw an ancient and ordinary old man. Huang Zhonglu and He Wuyou were facing each other. Zhou Hao faced the window frame, and a shiny light flashed in He Wuyou's eyes, but he showed a little surprise. His breath moved slightly. It was obvious that the old man's appearance was beyond his expectations. However, he did not speak out first.
Chapter completed!