It was still the seventy-ninth floor, and it was still the charming young woman, but the difference was that this time, Angel took two hours and fifteen minutes to get on here, looking relaxed...
When Angel stepped onto the seventy-nine floor, a rare change occurred on her cold face, and a trace of recollection appeared. Two years ago, she stopped here without distinction between her and that man.
But...that was two years ago. Now, the seventy-nine floor cannot stop her, and she also believes that she cannot stop the man's footsteps.
"Finally stepped on here," An Qi sighed at the young woman in front of her.
"You are here" the young woman smiled. She actually said she was laughing, but she looked a little reluctant and very strange.
"There is something, I don't know if I can ask you senior." An Qi did not choose to start the trial immediately.
"I know what you want to ask..." The young woman smiled bitterly, with a flash of palpitations in her eyes.
"Can you tell me the answer?" An Qi asked in confusion. Since she stepped onto the seventy-first level, all the trialists had the expression of a young woman, which made An Qi a little surprised. As for why she only asked now.
In fact, this is very simple. Although because of the ice of the Netherworld Breaking the Realm, Angel's Galaxy has been very cold since she was a child. To put it bluntly, she is introverted and not good at communication, not to mention that she is a different person. If she has the same surname, she will still feel a bit instinctive intimacy. At least, as a young woman with the female surname, she will naturally be much easier to speak than the eighth-level old man below.
"If I guess correctly, it has been two hours and fifteen minutes since the opening of the Tower of Heaven," the young woman said thoughtfully.
"Well..." Although I don't know why the young woman asked this, Angel nodded truthfully.
"Do you know, someone came up here and made a guide one hour and twenty minutes ago." The young woman sighed quietly at the ceiling.
"One hour and twenty minutes ago...that is, not an hour...how is this possible!" Angel's cold face had long disappeared without a trace, and the playful face was so obvious astonishment.
"Yes, I thought the opening of the Tower of Heaven was an hour ahead of time!" The young woman also spread her hands helplessly.
"Is it the man from last time?" An Qi's face still had a little disbelief, and she subconsciously asked.
"Although he has changed a lot, I am not old enough to recognize people," the young woman said half-jokingly.
"How strong is he now?" Angel's jade hands under her dress actually trembled slightly.
"It's very strong. Even in my heyday, the ideal situation is only 50% of the winning rate." The young woman said with a blow. She has been in three-digit years and is still not as good as a 17-year-old boy?
"Is that... so powerful?" An Qi said to herself with her avatar down.
But Angel's last word fell, her long blue hair fluttered without wind, and the air condensed into ice.
"Yeah, it seems that he was hit..." the young woman joked, but before the young woman could finish her words, a drop of fluorescent light suddenly fell in Anqi's eyes.
"No...no, the tears of the Ice and Snow Goddess... have the gods started to come?" The young woman's pupils shrank and she said with some stuttering.
The fluorescent light turned into tears and slid down. When it was about to drop to the ground, Anqi suddenly reached out to take the tear. The tears evaporated as soon as they touched Anqi's hand.
When the tears evaporated, An Qi's breath changed a little more. In addition to the coldness that was enough to freeze the air, there was also a sacred breath. His face had returned to the coldness without any waves.
"The holy war... is about to begin." The young woman looked at Angel, with a little remembrance on her face, and a gratifying smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The next moment, the seventy-ninth floor was instantly frozen and turned into an ice and snow world. An Qi took a step and disappeared in the seventy-ninth floor.
...
Lu Tianming, on the 90th floor, suddenly noticed that the space ring in his hand had moved twice and frowned.
"What's going on?"
"No... I just didn't expect that the inheritance would appear so soon," Zosimus shook his head and sighed.
"Inheritance!" Lu Tianming's movements suddenly paused when he heard this.
This time, it can be said that there are many flaws. If it were normal, it would be fine, but this place is the Tower of Heaven, and there is a powerful opponent standing in front of you.
I saw that the old man in front of me actually slapped the ground with his thin hand. When he touched the ground, Lu Tianming felt that his body was covered with lead and could not move.
"Is this your field?" Even if it is difficult to move, Lu Tianming has the leisure to take time to speak.
"If you were in your heyday, you might be able to confine me, but... you are not good now." Lu Tianming shook his head, shook his right hand gently, and shook out a few blood-red fire lotus to burn the air around Lu Tianming.
Immediately afterwards, something was clicking around Lu Tianming. As soon as the sound came, the old man seemed to have suffered some serious injuries and his body took a few steps back uncontrollably.
"The Nirvana Tribulation Flame is indeed well-known. It can even be easily broken into my realm," Old Man Zhe said with a wry smile.
Yes, Lao Wu is using the domain. If you can own the domain, it means that this Lao Wu Wu is actually a sanctuary. No, to be precise, it should be the former sanctuary, and the power of the domain is only one-tenth.
This is the trial from the eighty-one to ninety levels. Ten completely different fields and powerful strength are enough to make ordinary geniuses frightened, but they still cannot stop Lu Tianming's footsteps.
"I am worthy of being the hero who was praised by the previous generation of holy wars. I can even master such a rare field of imprisonment." Lu Tianming stretched out his hand and shone the fragments of the domain floating in the air. Although his tone was still plain, he could barely hear a hint of surprise.
"You really know the holy war that year!" Old Man Wu was not surprised. With Lu Tianming's age, he had such strength. The power behind him was definitely extraordinary, and it was not surprising to know what happened back then.
"I heard something a little, if I guess correctly, senior should be the saint of Forbidden Source."
A saint is not a holy land. If someone else is there, you will definitely be amazed that you have the honor of being able to meet a saint in your three lives.
Although both Saints and Sacred Domain seem to be very similar, and even both are just holy domain-level strengths, the meaning of their representation is very different.
The saint is the best in the holy realm. Every saint has a far superior strength to the ordinary holy realm level. If it is just like this, he is not qualified to have the title of saint. In addition to having the strength far beyond the ordinary holy realm, he must also make great contributions to humans. Yes, humans, the entire human race.
It can be said without hesitation that every saint in history is a respected person, and even a top force will not insult any saint at will.
In the history of the human race, at least hundreds of thousands of holy realms were born, but only 351 people could be called saints, which is not necessarily much higher than the number of births of demigods.
The old man standing in front of him is one of the 351 saints recorded in the history of the characters.
Although Lu Tianming can easily break through the other party's domain, if it is in its heyday, even the demigods will be a little afraid of the other party's domain.
Confinement is not just about imprisoning the opponent, but about everything about the opponent, including magic. There is a record of the saint who forbidden the source in history books.
In the 5th year of the 63rd year of the Gods and Demons, three mysterious holy lands suddenly appeared out of thin air and jointly cast the forbidden spell over the city of Polo. At that time, Polo City was a famous city on the Noard Continent, with a population of tens of millions. If the forbidden spell was dropped, tens of millions of people would die in this disaster.
Just as everyone in Polo City was about to despair, the sky of the entire Polo City suddenly darkened, and the forbidden spell that was about to fall was frozen in the air, as if some mysterious power was frozen. It was fixed in the sky, and the three holy domains that released the forbidden spell were also fixed.
Once the realm appears, the ordinary holy realm cannot even use magic. It can be seen that in its heyday, the terror of the saints of Forbidden Sources was terrifying. The three holy realms are equivalent to the lamb who has no power to fight back.
"Even if the glory was so glorious back then, I would still inevitably return to the loess. If it weren't for the protection of the Tongtian Tower, I would probably have dissipated in this world and there would be nothing left." Although I was using a self-deprecating tone, I was not concerned about it when I was a tragic old man. After living tens of thousands of years, I would have nothing to do with it.
"It has been too long since our time. This time, it is the era of you young people. The holy war is coming, the gods descend, the abyss appears, and the battle to the death." Old man Wu sang an unknown song, and his slimming body gradually faded and then disappeared.
Lu Tianming looked at the dissipated old man indifferently, his face did not change at all, and he stepped out and left the ninety floors.
"Holy War, I won't interfere!" As I was about to leave, Lu Tianming's cold voice echoed on the ninety levels. (To be continued.)