The reason why every tower in the Tilting Tower World was slanted was because this medium-sized world was affected by the gravitational laws of the Ley Vein World.
Not only were the towers slanted, but the growing trees, the burning flames, and even the hair of some people were affected by the gravitational laws of the Ley Vein World.
In other words, the Tilting Tower itself was built with reference to the laws of the world.
In the scorching desert, there was no sign of life. Three skinny ascetics draped in the simplest linen robes moved forward silently. Only the Vajra Bracelets on their bodies jingled, using sound waves to detect Dark Sorcerers who might be lurking around.
Their lips were dry and cracked. The ascetic monks had been practicing in this desert, which was extremely unsuitable for living things, for several months. During this period, they had only drunk water two or three times. In such a harsh environment, the ascetic monks used their great perseverance to challenge the limits of life, walking barefoot on the boiling hot sand.
Speaking of which, these ascetics who wandered around in cities, villages, and even places where people were rarely seen were the nemeses of hidden Dark Sorcerers.
"Junior Brother."
One of the ascetics was about to fall. The other two held him up in a flash. The Karmic Fire flowed into his meridians and blood vessels and into his body.
"Senior Brother, my cultivation is still shallow and my will is not strong enough. I'm afraid I can no longer follow you in your cultivation."
This ascetic was on the verge of death.
The only ascetic among the three who had cultivated a headlight said, "To me, this is also my own cultivation. The sky is getting dark and the temperature is dropping. Let's find the cave. "
The cave in the desert was not only a place for the ascetics to rest but also a place for them to watch. Only after such a struggle between life and death could the ascetics meditate in this short period of peace, find their true heart, and be free from all illusions and inner demons.
The night passed uneventfully. The next day, the ascetic with the lowest cultivation among the three did not open his eyes again.
Life and death were normal for the ascetics. The ascetics had long been indifferent to the emptiness of their hearts. This was somewhat similar to the Wild Anatomy Refinery Sorcerers in the underground abyss. They all struggled to break through in the process of accumulation and completed the evolution of life.
The two ascetics were in a posture of spreading their arms, facing the breeze and opening their mouths.
The temperature in the desert would soon rise. Apart from a few oasis water sources, this was the only opportunity for the sadhus to replenish their water. They used the lower temperature of the metal ring to condense the thin water vapor in the air, forming tiny water droplets, and then sucking them.
At this moment, a strange beam of light descended from the sky in the light of dawn and landed in the middle of the distant desert, attracting the attention of the two sadhus.
"Senior Brother, what is that?"
A sorcerer with a lower cultivation base asked.
"I don't know. It seems to be transmitted from the main continent. I can feel a terrifying power from it. Beneath the calmness, there's an absurd and ominous aura. Maybe it's the traces of Magi. Let's go and take a look!"
The two of them each took out a peacock feather from their bodies, poured the Karmic Fire into it, and shot it out. "Xiu! Xiu!" The two of them stepped on the peacock feather and flew over.
The beam of light appeared out of nowhere and disappeared out of nowhere.
When the two of them gradually approached each other, a figure appeared in the air. However, there was no aura leaking out. If one had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed it. Even the sound waves from the Vajra Rings had slipped past the figure.
Slowly, the strange figure turned its head and looked over with its tri-colored eyes.
"Hum!"
Being stared at by the figure was like being hit by a mountain. This explosive impact made the two sadhus feel as if their hearts were being squeezed by someone. The peacock feather under their feet suddenly burst into flames.
"It's a Sorcerer!"
At first glance, the two of them determined that this was an extraordinarily terrifying Sorcerer. The Junior Brother used the Tilting Tower Secret Technique, Lion's Roar, and the Karmic Fire blasted towards the figure in an upright and unyielding manner. The Senior Brother ignited the Dhuta's Light and prepared to gather his Divine Ability.
On the other side, Grimm was feeling a little suffocated by the pressure of this medium-sized world. He could not breathe. The power sealed under the Robe of Representations was about to trigger the rebound of the entire world's laws.
Grimm was used to the tolerance and carrying capacity of the Terra Vein World. Suddenly descending into such a medium-sized world made it difficult for him to relax.
Compared to the carrying capacity of the Terra Vein World, this place was at least a thousand times lower.
"There are still some remaining Sorcerers scattered in this world. If we can't organize them in time, these Sorcerers will eventually be wiped out by the Tilting Tower World."
Crackle!
As Grimm's aura leaked out, as expected, the desert under the bright sunlight of the Yuanbei Sun suddenly surged. Every grain of sand was in a violent state. A thunderbolt fell from the clear sky and landed on Grimm's body. It was a bombardment of over a million degrees!
"Hmm …"
Grimm let out a light snort. However, the thunderbolts continued to fall one after another. At the same time, the pressure from all directions almost made it hard for Grimm to breathe. He raised his head. A massive black sand tornado was about to form. The funnel-shaped tornado had Grimm at the center. It completely locked onto him and slowly descended.
"The reaction is quite strong. It takes a lot of energy to resist the laws of the world. However, even if I only have half of my energy left, it should be enough to sweep through this world."
Amidst the muffled groans, Grimm was blasted to the ground by the thunderbolts. After the initial violent reaction, the tortoise of the world gradually became gentler. Just like that, Grimm withstood the thunderbolts and the black sand tornado and once again stood in the sky.
The Demon King had descended!
After taking a deep breath, Grimm roared, "I'm coming!"
I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming …
The Sorcerer's Will surged and was transmitted to the end of the world through Grimm. At this moment, Grimm was like a human-shaped Space Fortress!
At the same time, the Sorcerers hidden in various corners of the Tilting Tower World trembled. Their faces were filled with disbelief. They looked up at the sky, hoping to find the blood-colored moon. However, they saw nothing.
However, they truly felt the Sorcerer's Will. It was able to open the Sorcerer's Barrier in the foreign world again.
After a long time, as the "I'm coming" swept through every corner of the world, these Sorcerers seemed to have woken up from a dream. Could it be that the Sorcerer who descended this time was …
Unbelievable joy and excitement replaced the despair and depression these Sorcerers had felt for many days.
On the other side.
The Ascetics were divided into three levels. The lowest level was the Vajra Monk, a martial artist who relied on Secret Techniques, Buddha's Light, and low-level magical powers. The corresponding levels should be Level 1, Level 2, and Level 3 creatures.
Above them were the Dharma Eminent Monks, who cultivated the Dharma Golden Body. This was similar to the Elemental True Body and the Blood True Body.
As for the highest level, the Holy Sarira Monk, there was only one person in the entire Tilting Tower World. It was said that he could cause changes in the weather and make tens of thousands of people worship him. His power was beyond imagination. The two Sorcerer invasions had been personally attacked by the Holy Sarira Monk. Only then was the blood-colored full moon shot down, forcing those evil and inhumane Sorcerers to admit that they could only hide like rats.
In the Sea of Bitterness, the Holy Sarira Monk on the golden lotus suddenly opened his eyes. The seven-colored magical light behind his head was like a rainbow. His eyes stared into the distance.
"If you suppress me here, it will only attract the arrival of a stronger Sorcerer Legion!"
Under the Sea of Bitterness, a Sorcerer muttered.
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