Chapter 1446
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"Hello, Trial Taker."
The moment the huge red face appeared, a cold voice suddenly sounded in Long Bufan's mind.
"Who are you?"
Long Bufan immediately pulled out the Devouring Evil Sword and asked with a cautious look. He was a little puzzled. Previously, he heard from Old Man Mu that the Trial Taker's opponent would be another him. How could there be a strange red face?
But no matter what, Long Bufan still habitually operated the Space Force in his body secretly and teleported at any time to guard against the sudden attack of the red face.
"No need to be nervous, I am the Pagoda Spirit of the Seven-Colored Profound Tower." As if it could see the hostility in Long Bufan's eyes, the red face didn't use soul sound transmission this time. Its thick lips slightly opened, and its voice was like a great bell, faintly revealing an ancient aura.
Long Bufan's expression changed. He thought that the red face would be his Trial Taker's opponent, but he did not expect it to be the Pagoda Spirit.
That was to say, the Seven-Colored Profound Tower was a Spiritual Treasure!
Thinking of this, Long Bufan's heart was suddenly a little shocked. One must know that the Seven-Colored Profound Tower occupied an area of hundreds of feet. Long Bufan could not imagine how many refiners were needed to complete such a huge Spiritual Treasure.
When Long Bufan's face revealed a touch of surprise, the Pagoda Spirit's deep voice sounded again, "This space is under my control. It will not be like the low-level Trial Taker's Area in the outside world, where you will not be interfered with. Trial Taker, the Trial Taker is about to start. Once it starts, it will be a battle of life and death. If you win, there will be endless benefits. If you lose, the clone will inherit everything you have and replace you to walk out of this space. Do you want to continue? "
Since he had entered here, Long Bufan must have made up his mind. It was impossible for him to shrink back. His eyes were bright, and without the slightest hesitation, he said heroically, "Fight!"
"Okay, as you wish."
The Pagoda Spirit's indifferent voice just fell, and the red face suddenly began to distort, forming a passage. At the other end of the passage was endless darkness.
"Whew —!"
Immediately after, the sound of rushing wind rang out. A black figure suddenly rushed out from the tunnel and appeared in Long Bufan's line of sight in the blink of an eye. He landed on the altar and stood opposite of Long Bufan.
The black-clothed man in front of him was a young man. He was clad in pitch-black armor, and his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, giving him an unruly demeanor.
On the other hand, even though his face that was chiseled by a blade still had some immaturity that should be present at his age, a sharp aura was hidden between his brows, and it showed signs of erupting at any moment. His aura pierced through the sky and was unstoppable.
Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the black-clothed youth and Long Bufan not only had similar facial features, but even their auras were extremely similar. At this time, even if Lin Shuang'er were standing there, it would be difficult to tell which one was the real Long Bufan.
Long Bufan looked at the black-clothed youth standing opposite him in amazement. Wasn't that him?
At this time, the black-clothed youth was looking at him with a faint smile. Previously, when Elder Mu mentioned it, he didn't feel much, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Just as Long Bufan was in shock, the black-armored clone on the other side of the altar suddenly raised his right hand. The space in his palm began to distort, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
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