"Sixty-seven!"
Inside the Wariness Tower, two Ying Feiyang's stood with their backs to each other, holding swords in their hands.
The sword Qi was still lingering in the air, and the murderous intent had yet to dissipate. It was still witnessing the fierce battle that had just taken place. But with a countdown, the winner was clear!
One of the "Ying Feiyang's" distorted and dissipated into mist. It was Ying Feiyang's inner demon.
Seeing that the inner demon had dissipated, Ying Feiyang, who had been relieved, suddenly collapsed. He used his sword as a support to stabilize his tottering body. But blood flowed down his arm from the bone-deep wound on his shoulder, along the hilt of his sword, and converged into a pool of blood.
Ying Feiyang's face was pale from blood loss, but he was used to it. He clenched his teeth, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and sealed the acupuncture point on his shoulder. Then, he sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.
As Ying Feiyang absorbed spiritual energy, the surrounding mist seeped into his body through his pores and circulated throughout his body. The wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, Ying Feiyang opened his eyes. The wound on his shoulder had completely healed, but his eyes were filled with exhaustion and weariness.
It had been a long time since he entered the tower. But there was no day or night in the Wariness Tower, and he could not feel hunger or thirst in the tower. As a result, his concept of time had long been disrupted.
He could not tell what time it was, nor did he know what night it was. The only thing he could remember was the number of inner demons he had defeated.
"The external injury on my shoulder has healed, but the lung lobe that was pierced on the 45th step seems to have opened up the wound again and aggravated the injury … Hmm, 380 steps, 333 steps to go before I can reach the top …"
After being trapped in the tower for many days, Ying Feiyang had already figured out the situation. The Wariness Tower had a total of 20 floors, and only the top floor had an exit. There was also a strange restriction inside the tower. If he wanted to reach the top, he had to climb one step after another.
And with every step he took, an inner demon would appear from the mist. The inner demons all looked the same as him, and the moves they used were also the same. But the inner demons that appeared on each step were stronger than the previous one.
Furthermore, there was a time limit to the Inner Demon's condensation. Ying Feiyang had calculated that if he could not defeat it within an hour, the Inner Demon would dissipate into mist, and it would only condense again after four hours. Every time, he had to completely kill the Inner Demon before he could break through the barrier blocking his way and step onto the next step.
In the beginning, he could still rely on improvisation to win, but as time went on, the inner demons became more and more difficult to deal with. Just like the inner demon just now, he had to challenge it three times before he could defeat it, and the continuous battles caused more and more injuries to accumulate on his body.
Fortunately, the mist that pervaded the tower had a miraculous effect. Not only did it allow him to not feel hungry or thirsty despite not eating or drinking, it also allowed him to quickly recover from his injuries. Otherwise, the continuous battles would have caused his injuries to be so severe that he would not be able to continue.
However, even though the mist could speed up the healing process, it wasn't something that could be achieved overnight. Ying Feiyang's lungs had been severely injured in a previous battle. Just now, his wounds were affected again, so he had no choice but to stop.
At this moment, he was breathing deeply, trying to use this method to inhale the fog into his lungs to speed up the healing of his injuries. At the same time, he drew his sword and gestured, taking the opportunity to reflect on the sword technique he had studied.
"Just now, the inner demon seemed to have used this move to injure my shoulder. It's the Azure Dragon Sword Style of the Four Symbols Grand King Sword Style. Halfway through the move, I changed it to the Violent Thunder Sword Art. Wood and thunder are of the element of vibration, and they complement each other to enhance the sword power. When did I create such a tricky move? I'm really causing trouble for myself!"
"However, the killing move I used this time was truly a heaven-defying move. Using the Imperious Cold Sword Technique and the Pure Yang Sword Technique together, it actually had the miraculous effect of the Flow of Ice and Fire. Hmm … Since this move is useful, how should I deal with it if the inner demon learns it next time?"
"That's it! Although it's difficult to deal with the Flow of Ice and Fire, it's still a clash of martial arts. As long as the Qi of Ice and Fire is out of balance … "
Ying Feiyang, who had found the solution, had his eyes lit up as he shouted. He stood up abruptly, wanting to share his understanding with others. However, his eyes soon dimmed and he leaned weakly against the wall …
Between the twists and turns of the stairs, there was only his murmur echoing back and forth, adding to the loneliness.
"Bam!" Ying Feiyang punched the wall and lowered his voice like the lament of a wild beast. "This is too slow. How long will it take for me to get out of here!"
If an inner demon appeared at every step, there would be a total of three hundred and eighty steps. He would have to kill himself at least three hundred and thirty times. At least twice a day. If the situation of not being able to kill the inner demon within an hour was taken into account, the number would be magnified several times.
However, the Day of Chongyang was the day when the Heavenly Book would return. If he could not come out before then, the Qi of Dragon and Yaksha on his body would return, and he would have no chance to fight for the Heavenly Book.
He could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
Unable to do anything, unable to do anything …
Ying Feiyang clenched his fists, unwilling to recall the feeling of powerlessness. Then, he took a firm step forward and climbed another step.
"If I can't even eliminate my own inner demon, who else can I win against!"
As he took a step forward, the fog surged rapidly again.
However, Ying Feiyang ignored the changes around him. He raised his head and stared at the top of the pagoda with his bloodshot eyes. It seemed to be right in front of him, but at the same time, it was unreachable. However, if he wanted to reach the top, he could only advance!
"Chi!" The sound of wind breaking came from behind again. It was as fast as the chilly wind and as quiet as a ghost. The murderous aura caused the temperature in the pagoda to plummet. The transformed inner demon descended again with a fiercer and faster sword beam.
Ying Feiyang did not turn around. His sword pierced towards his back as if it had a life of its own. "Ding!" The tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, emitting a clear and cold sound. This made Ying Feiyang's words even colder.
"Remember, this is the 69th time I'm going to kill you!"
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On the ninth day of the Chong Yang Festival, the appearance of the Tomes of Arcane had spread like wildfire. All the forces stopped their banners and stopped drumming to prepare for the upcoming battle. Except for a few unknown undercurrents, there had been a rare period of peace between humans and demons in the past six months.
And now, this peace was finally going to be broken.
On the sixth of September, in the main hall of the Youtan Purifying Sect.
"… This is the arrangement. The battle for the Tomes of Arcane is not only related to the rise and fall of the world, but it is also related to the future of Buddhism. Please don't be careless. Any questions?" Su Miaoyin looked around the hall, but no one questioned her. Then, she said, "In that case, let's get ready to go."
"But the Holy Lady hasn't come out yet. Should we inform her?" An elder couldn't help but ask.
"No need, because …" Su Miaoyin drank a mouthful of dew to moisten her throat. At this moment, a melodious and ethereal sound of Sanskrit that could cleanse people's hearts came.
Su Miaoyin smiled happily, put down the cup and said, "She's coming out now!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a voice came from outside the door. "The Holy Lady is here!"
Then, an elegant figure walked up gracefully. Her eyebrows were fine and slender, and her figure was beautiful. Her beautiful eyes looked around, and her bearing was elegant. She looked like a fairy that had descended to the mortal world. It was Ling Xin.
As the host of the Tomes of Arcane, Holy Lady Ling Xin had been cultivating in seclusion for the past six months. She ignored the outside world and focused on improving her cultivation. Finally, she came out at the last moment.
Seeing the arrival of the Holy Lady, except for the Sect Master Su Miaoyin, all the Buddhist cultivators in the hall, regardless of their age or seniority, stood up and bowed to the Holy Lady Ling Xin. Among the female Buddhist cultivators, there was a monk who was as beautiful as a woman.
"Brother … Master Chuchu, why are you here?" Holy Lady Ling Xin was puzzled. The one who sat next to Su Miaoyin was her twin brother, Shi Chuchu.
"Let's talk about this later." Su Miaoyin looked Holy Lady Ling Xin up and down and said, "Hearing the sound of Sanskrit, I know that Holy Lady has come out of seclusion. It seems that Holy Lady has made some progress during your seclusion."
Holy Lady Ling Xin nodded and said, "I have cultivated the Cereus Ephemeral Heart Scripture to the seventh level, and I can control 70% of the Holy Lady Primordial Art now." Her tone was as indifferent as usual, but there was a hint of joy hidden between her eyebrows, as if she wanted to share her progress with her fellow disciples.
"Only the seventh level …" An Elder said disappointedly. Then he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he closed his mouth and pretended that he didn't say anything. However, the smile between Holy Lady Ling Xin's eyebrows froze.
At the age of 20, she had cultivated the Cereus Ephemeral Heart Scripture to the seventh level. Although it was a rare progress for her, compared with the previous Holy Ladies, she was just below average. Although the other Elders didn't say anything, they all looked the same as the Elder who made a slip of the tongue. Only Su Miaoyin congratulated, "Congratulations, Holy Lady, for advancing to the next level."
The joy in Holy Lady Ling Xin's heart instantly dissipated, and she only felt a surge of bitterness. She resisted the bitterness and smiled without losing her bearing, "I dare not. In order to inherit the will of the predecessors and protect all living beings, I need to make more progress!"
Su Miaoyin nodded and then said seriously, "Holy Lady has come out of seclusion. Maybe you still feel tired, but the day after tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Please prepare as soon as possible and follow us to the center of Sichuan!"
"Of course!" The Holy Lady nodded slightly, but her eyes swept around the hall and said, "Why don't I see Brother Ying? Isn't he coming with us?"
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