In a desert, a fierce battle was going on. The light in the sky was dazzling, and the white sky was like a tsunami. It was like waves rolling into the sky. A pair of golden swords appeared in the sky, penetrating all directions. The demon

Qi rolled, and endless murderous aura broke through Xiaohan, and under the command of an enchanting woman, it was attacking Moko.

This enchanting woman is a powerful demon cultivator. Her aura has reached the peak of integration. She is so powerful. Especially the pair of golden swords are so powerful. When she is killed, even the void collapses.

There were dark cracks.

"Huhuhu..."

Moko stepped on the carefree wind step, using all his strength to move the treasured monk shoes. The speed was astonishing, and a bright broad sword in his palm swept across to resist the opponent's attack.

This broad sword was a trophy obtained by Moko from the Golden Three Hegemons. After he finished healing his injuries, he refined it for his own use. At the same time, after some searching, he found the passage to the sixth floor.

In the desert area on the sixth floor, Moko met this enchanting woman. Without saying a word, the woman started to use methods to kill Moko in one fell swoop and gain the opportunity to leave the Demon Suppression Tower. So, a fierce battle began.

Already.

After only a moment of fighting, Moko couldn't resist anymore. Not only was this enchanting woman very powerful, but her power was also extremely powerful. At the peak level of the combined body, Moko was completely suppressed. Moko released the Shura Vajra Heart.

Wanting to reverse the decline, unexpectedly, this woman was actually pregnant with a rare treasure, able to withstand the impact of the endless Gengjin aura, and started to hunt Moko again.

Every time Shura Vajra Heart is used, a large amount of Gengjin energy will be lost, and the power will become weaker and weaker. Only new Gengjin energy can be found to supplement it. Moko has used it several times in a row, but he can only resist slightly.

There is no way to repel the enchanting woman.

The huge swords that were thrust into the sky came together and shattered into pieces into the void. Fortunately, Moko turned his treasured monk shoes with all his strength, coupled with the carefree wind step, his speed gave him a big advantage, and he fled in embarrassment. Finally, under Shou

After a lot of damage, I finally found the passage and rushed directly into it.

The enchanting woman seemed to be very afraid, and after some thought, she did not pursue her.

After a difficult chase, Moko was seriously injured, and finally escaped into the passage leading to the seventh level, and finally got rid of the monster woman.

On the seventh floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, Moko had just been teleported in and arrived at an ancient palace. The whole palace was made of a black-red metal, cold and bloody, and a gloomy aura filled the surroundings, which was very terrifying.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Moko walked in the palace, looking for the passage to the eighth floor.

Along the passage of the palace, Moko gradually approached the center of the palace. The cold and bloody atmosphere became stronger and stronger. He was cautious and vigilant, and moved forward slowly.

"Whoa!"

At a certain moment, in the empty passage in front of Moko, there was a sudden flash of light, and a little boy who looked like an eleven or twelve-year-old child appeared strangely. He had a handsome face and long golden hair that beat like flames. He had no spirituality at all, just like an exquisite figure.

Puppet general.

After this little boy appeared strangely, he remained motionless, like a vivid "stone statue", standing there quietly with his eyes tightly closed. The most surprising thing is that there is a star in the center of his forehead.

He raised his eyes, but that vertical eye did not open, it was tightly closed.

Seeing this little boy, for no reason, Moko felt a creepy feeling all over his body. He had a dark feeling that this little boy was terrible, very terrible, and could even kill himself easily!

As if talking in his sleep, the little boy said in a childish voice, "Give me back my heart...Give me back my heart..."

This voice was tender and soft, like a child whispering, like a child learning to speak. When it came out of the little boy's mouth, it had a creepy feeling, and Moko felt horrified.

Subconsciously, Moko took a step back, and then he suddenly used the Wind Step to escape quickly behind him.

This little boy is really too weird and terrifying. There is a suffocating powerful wave in his body, brewing, and it seems that it will explode at any time and kill everyone.

"Whoa!"

The little boy flashed and appeared next to Mo Ke again. The speed was incredible. With a finger of his little hand, a mysterious force turned into a force field, which suddenly enveloped Mo Ke.

Ke was completely imprisoned and unable to move.

"Give me back my heart...Give me back my heart..." the little boy murmured again, blood slowly overflowing from his closed eyes.

"Amitabha...little donor, little monk, I have never seen your heart, so please let me go!" With his heart beating wildly, Moko said bitterly.

"Give me back my heart...Give me back my heart..." The little boy ignored him and continued to mutter to himself.

"Amitabha...little donor, I really have never seen your heart. Do you have any clues? I can help you find your heart, okay?" Moko said helplessly. He felt that there was terror in the little boy's body.

Power is brewing.

Moko answered like this, and the little boy trembled slightly. Then he pointed his finger again, and Moko's imprisonment was lifted and he was free again.

"Follow me...take...your heart..." the childish voice echoed, and the little boy's figure was erratic, heading towards the northwest.

His face changed for a while, and then Moko sighed helplessly and followed him forward.

The little boy was so terrifying and weird that Moko didn't want to stay with him for a moment, so he was forced to agree. To escape at this time was to seek death.

This palace was huge. Moko followed the little boy and kept going deeper. Finally, after turning countless corners, he finally came to the core of the palace, an ancient hall. This hall exuded an ancient atmosphere.

The interior is empty, and there is a passage in the center that leads to the next level. Beside the passage, a dark old vine that looks like a horned dragon is rooted in the ground of the hall, constantly swaying, and waves of strange magic spells that seem real and illusory rise and fall.

On the top of the old vine, countless tiny vines are entangled, surrounding a bright red heart the size of an egg, fluffy and beating.

"Peng! Peng! Peng!"

The bright red heart kept beating, and Moke's mouth suddenly became dry, his heart was restless, and his mood was difficult to stabilize.

"Bring it...bring it to me...my heart..."

At this moment, the child once again made a sound like talking in his sleep, and blood flowed from his closed eyes, showing unspeakable horror.

"Take it? Not take it?"

Moko's expression changed, and he felt a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.

The heart wrapped around the old vine was obviously not that easy to get. However, this little boy was not easy to mess with. For a moment, Moko felt like he was in a dilemma.

"call!"

The little boy's figure flashed again, approaching Moko, and the murmuring voice continued to come from his mouth, "Bring it... my heart... bring it..."

Along with the murmur, the third vertical eye between his eyebrows beat more and more violently, and the surrounding flesh and blood was almost transparent, and the constantly beating blood vessels were clearly visible.

A restless, majestic and terrifying aura enveloped Moko. Even though he was as powerful as Moko, he also gave rise to a feeling of insignificance. This little boy's terrifying strength was comparable to that of a powerful immortal!

Swallowing hard, Moko forced a smile on his face, "Amitabha, little benefactor, don't be excited, the little monk will get your heart for you..."

Suddenly, he felt that the energy surrounding him became weaker. The little boy stared at him, waiting for his next move.

Staring at the old vines that were constantly ringing with magic spells in front of him, and then glancing at the passage not far away, Moko thought about it repeatedly, and finally sighed helplessly and gave up his plan to break into the passage with all his life.

This little boy was so terrifying. He tried his best to break through the passage, but I was afraid that he would have a narrower chance of death than trying to get the weird heart.

"Amitabha...my Buddha is merciful and protects his disciples."

Praying silently in his heart, Moko stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the old vine.

Approaching the old vine step by step, the little boy always followed him. Moko resisted the increasingly strong spell and finally succeeded in standing in front of the old vine.

"Bring it... my heart... bring it..." The little boy spoke again, his voice still childish and strange.

At this point, Moko knew there was no way out, gritted his teeth, and then stretched out his hand to grab the red heart wrapped around the old vine.

At the same time, the young man in brocade robes stood in front of the towering and boundless statue of the Barefoot Immortal, looking at the Demon Suppression Tower in his palm with excitement. "The seventh level, in these long years, only two people have passed it. This junior, will
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