Chapter 90 Extreme Sword Cultivator

The Tongtian Tower on the second floor does not seem to be much different from the first floor. It is still so dark and desolate, and you can still see corpses, giant corpses and giant beast corpses, but Chen Zong is also keen. It was discovered that the residual breath of the corpses on the second floor was stronger than the residual breath of the corpses on the first floor as a whole.

But again, the giant corpses and behemoth corpses on the second floor seem to be older.

On this floor, Chen Zong didn't encounter any living creatures, so he found another spiral staircase, a spiral staircase that keeps going up.

Without any hesitation, Chen Zong continued to climb the stairs. He also walked into the darkness, and when he was almost exhausted from climbing, he just reached a new floor, let's call it the third floor.

Then came the fourth floor, and then, the fifth floor.

Chen Zong found out that in this tower of Tongtian God, although he could not feel his own cultivation, his powerful strength seemed to be lost because of this, and his physical strength became very limited, but he did not feel thirsty or thirsty. Get hungry, or you might die of thirst and starvation here.

Find one spiral staircase after another, keep climbing, and climb one floor after another.

There seems to be no end.

"How many floors does this Tongtianshen Pagoda have?" When Chen Zong climbed to the sixth floor, he was out of breath, as if he was going to be paralyzed from exhaustion, so he could only stop to rest and recover his strength, while thinking endlessly.

"The so-called becoming a god means climbing to the top?" Chen Zong came up with such a thought suddenly.

Climbing to the top can become a god!

This point is somewhat possible. After all, the Tongtian Tower is so attractive, attracting countless powerful people to rush into it like moths to a flame, there must be a big mystery.

But until now, Chen Zong has climbed to the sixth floor, but he has encountered nothing. If it is said that one can become a god by climbing to the top, wouldn't it be easier?

Even if the Tongtianshen Tower has one hundred or even one thousand or even ten thousand floors, as long as there is no danger, just climbing is nothing more than a waste of time.

Compared with becoming a god, spending hundreds of years and thousands of years is nothing.

How many tribulations, setbacks, and dangers a cultivator has to go through during his continuous cultivation from a mortal to the holy rank, how many people fall on the way, how many people step into the peak and fail to hit the holy rank, if it is just continuous, there is no danger Climbing can become a god, who doesn't want to.

such a price,

Undoubtedly the smallest.

Walk and become a god!

That is undoubtedly the case, but is it possible?

Anyway, Chen Zong would not believe it. What a huge price the Lord of Mojian Mountain paid. It was a plan at the price of Mojian Mountain, and it was a plan that spanned a million years. Zong's head came up, and after several twists and turns, he died in the end.

No, there may be a follow-up, but at least it has nothing to do with me now, at least I have encountered a lot of setbacks, even if I want to continue, it is not so easy.

And what I saw before, many giants, strong men and giant beasts rushed into the tower of Tongtian God one after another, also in order to become gods.

But did they become gods in the end?

It seems not. What Chen Zong saw were corpses. So far, thousands of corpses have traversed every floor of Tongtianshen Pagoda.

It can be seen how difficult the road to becoming a god is. Is it enough to just climb to the top?

Perhaps, Tongtianshen Tower does not have a top floor.

All in all, Chen Zong didn't know, anyway, he just searched, kept searching, and he would see some words on each floor, but unfortunately, most of them couldn't understand, and the few that could understand didn't contain a lot of information. As for now, Chen Zong's understanding of the Tongtian Tower is still relatively superficial, and coupled with the limitation of thinking ability, it is difficult to guess how much it is for a while.

Seek, and climb.

"It should be the ninth floor." Chen Zong panted heavily, his eyes staring like gold stars. Although it is fine to not eat or drink, but the feeling of physical exertion is still very strong.

Fatigue swept over like a tide, and Chen Zong had to withdraw his previous thoughts. If the Tongtianshen Pagoda had thousands of floors, it would not be an easy task to climb to the top.

After teasing himself, Chen Zong seized the time to recover his physical strength, maintained a good breathing rhythm, and recovered his physical strength quickly.

Climbing layer after layer, Chen Zong clearly remembered how many times he climbed the spiral staircase.

"The eighty-ninth floor!" Chen Zong was still panting heavily, only feeling weak all over, his limbs were weak, and he had to rest for a longer time.

Stopping and walking, climbing the eighty-ninth floor was also an eye-opener for Chen Zong. In addition to seeing the corpses of giants and giant beasts, Chen Zong also found the corpses of gods and demons and human races, all of which were filled with decay. I don't know how long I've been dead.

In addition, I also saw some corpses that were not gods and demons, giants, giant beasts, or even human races. They were corpses that were almost human but different from human races. They had different characteristics, and there were more than one kind.

At least until now, after climbing to the eighty-ninth floor, Chen Zong has seen at least hundreds of corpses of strong men of different races, hundreds of races, it is incredible to think about it.

Where do so many races come from?

The human race came from the Ancient Mysterious Realm, and the gods and demons came from the Gods and Demons Realm, so what about those giants and giant beasts?

Are there other races that look like humans and gods and demons? Never seen.

Chen Zong felt that the universe was extremely mysterious.

It was as if there was a veil covering it, making it impossible for him to see through the mystery. The more so, the more Chen Zong wanted to lift that veil and see through the mystery.

It's just a pity that it is still not possible to do it, at least with my current level, it is still not enough.

For a while, Chen Zong had the urge to leave without cracking the mystery of the Tongtian Tower, but his rationality stopped the impulse in time. Who knows what the mystery of the Tongtian Tower is, and whether anyone has cracked it throughout the ages.

It's better to find a way to leave this place first, but it's a pity that I didn't find a way to leave, but kept climbing up.

After resting and recovering completely, Chen Zong moved again and continued to search.

He didn't go far, and saw the corpses again, but this time there seemed to be a lot of corpses.

The corpses I saw before were all scattered, at most two or three, but now there are as many as a dozen corpses, scattered all around, constantly moving forward.

Chen Zong looked a little dignified. After careful observation, he deduced that these strong men were all killed in battle, and although their bodies were somewhat decayed, they were not broken. The scars could be seen to be sword wounds.

All are sword wounds.

In other words, these strong men all died under the sharp sword, and Chen Zong can also infer that they died under the same sharp sword, which is equivalent to dying under the same sword repair.

Holy Order!

These dozens of corpses are all holy rank powerhouses.

Going forward, Chen Zong saw corpses lying on the ground one after another, with different postures, but the wounds were the same, and they were still sword wounds.

A dozen, twenty, thirty.

All are holy ranks. There are giants, gods and demons, and other races. The remaining aura is amazing. Even Chen Zong saw a fifteen-meter-tall giant. The strong gods and demons and the strong men of other races were also killed, and they all died of sword wounds.

Chen Zong couldn't help closing his eyes, and made inferences based on the positions and postures of the corpses of these strong men and the sword wounds on their bodies, and a battlefield suddenly appeared in his mind.

Dozens of minor saints and great saints of different races teamed up to besiege an unknown sword cultivator. That sword cultivator fought against dozens of powerhouses of various races alone with one sword, and he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest. Wherever the sword light passed, it pierced through a small holy place and killed him with the sword.

kill kill kill!

Continuously, one after another strong men died under the sharp sword of this mysterious sword cultivator. It was extremely terrifying. Even those strong men at the level of the Great Saint Realm could not resist his sword, and were finally killed one after another.

Chen Zong opened his eyes, his whole body trembled unconsciously, and incomparable horror filled the depths of his eyes.

What a terrifying sword repair, what a terrifying swordsmanship.

Fighting against dozens of holy-level powerhouses alone with one sword, and even killing them all, what kind of swordsmanship and strength is this, it is simply terrifying.

Just thinking about that kind of swordsmanship made Chen Zong tremble.

Later, Chen Zong saw it, saw a figure, not a giant, nor a giant beast, nor a god or other race, but a human race.

This human race is an old man, an old man whose clothes are broken like rags, his long hair is messy, gray and white, it looks like a dry weed, his face is thin and wrinkled, more like It is like the old bark that lacks moisture and dries up.

If such an old man is placed in another place, such as by the side of the street or in a bridge hole, and given a broken bowl and a branch as a crutch, he will be a real beggar.

Is it a beggar?

Of course not, even thinking about it makes people feel horrified and shuddering. That's right, Chen Zong can be sure that this old man is the powerful sword cultivator who killed dozens of saint-level powerhouses of all races sword repair.

Why so sure, only because of the sword in the opponent's hand.

The old man stood on the ground, as if he had taken root from the ground, but he was holding a long sword in his right hand, pointing obliquely at the ground, and there was still a remnant of astonishing sword power all over his body.

After careful observation, Chen Zong affirmed that this sword was matching the fatal sword wounds on the dozens of saint-rank powerhouses of various races. , all died under this sharp sword.

What a tyrannical existence that killed dozens of saint-level powerhouses of various races with a single sword in his hand, what a magnificent and peerless existence, and what level of strength has it reached?

It's not just the Great Sacred Realm, maybe it's the level of the Sword Master, which is equivalent to the level of the Holy Ancestor.

But such a powerful existence, now, like those corpses, will always be silent and stand here.