Heavenly Emperor of Myriad Realms

In the twinkling of an eye, Zhou Qing has spent 11 days in the magic League.

There are only five days left from the January period when the di Xian mansion was opened.

Good things always come in pairs. In the early morning of the day when Zhou Qing successfully gathered the tear lotus, a vibration came out of the identity token of the saint general, informing him to go to the soul lock tower and change the guard.

The soul lock tower is a prison for the demon League to suppress prisoners. The eight saints will need to be guarded in shifts.

Finally, when the day came, Zhou Qing was pleasantly surprised and told Chu Tianyu not to go out of the cave at will and go to the soul lock tower.

Soul lock tower, located in the center of holy Sea city, one of the two magic cities, is an extremely conspicuous spire black tower, facing the holy mountain from afar.

Zhou Qing walked in the air and soon came to Shenghai city.

In order to facilitate management, there was also an air ban in the magic city. Zhou Qing had to land and walk into the city.

Zazubo forced Zhensheng to kowtow and admit his mistake in public. Recently, in addition to the upcoming Dixian mansion, Dusheng will also be a big talk for people after dinner.

His fame has spread all over the demon League.

So soon after Zhou Qing appeared, he was recognized.

No one dares to approach him within ten steps!

However, this is what Zhou Qing wants, which can save a lot of trouble.

All the way, a moment later, the soul lock tower standing in the center of the city appeared in sight.

The heaviness of the tower was Zhou Qing's first feeling.

The soul lock tower is dark and nearly 100 feet high. It is made of some hard ore. at a glance, it is as dark as a mountain, which seems to suppress heaven and earth.

This heavy feeling is not only visual, but also felt by Zhou Qing. Even the spirit will be affected and difficult to use.

Therefore, even if the soul lock tower is located in the center of the holy Sea city, it is inaccessible within a radius of kilometers. Only a few teams of demon repair guards can be seen occasionally.

The soul lock tower deserves its reputation!

"This tower is a treasure, not song Changsheng's."

The spell spirit spoke slowly.

Zhou Qing was surprised when he heard the speech.

There are different levels of weapons used by monks.

Above the magic weapon is the treasure, and above the treasure is the immortal. These are recorded in ancient books.

Magic tools can be refined by a mage who passes through the divine realm. Only when they reach the legendary heaven and man realm can they be refined. As for immortal tools, they exist in legends.

Dripping blood to recognize the Lord is the characteristic of immortal utensils different from magic utensils and treasure utensils. Yuan Yan's blood coagulation knife is also the only treasure suspected of immortal utensils that Zhou Qing has seen.

As for the treasure, although there is no spirit in it, there is a trace of road engraved in it. Compared with the inscription pattern of magic tools, it is more powerful to increase the power. Compared with the ethereal immortal ware, the treasure ware is the most coveted treasure of Xuantian mainland friars, even real people.

However, there has never been a strong man in Xuantian mainland for nearly a thousand years, which also doomed the scarcity of this precious treasure.

The existing treasures on the whole continent are also the relics of the strong in ancient times, no more than the number of hands.

Even Zhou Qing has never seen a treasure with his own eyes.

Therefore, when he heard that the soul lock tower was a treasure, he was frightened.

"The volume is so huge that the people who refine the soul lock tower are not weak."

The mantra analyzed for a moment and spoke again. Zhou Qing nodded slightly to express his approval.

The true master of soul lock tower, I'm afraid his cultivation is still above the realm of heaven and man!

Is it the Tao realm mentioned by the mantra?

Who is this strong man? Why did the treasure he refined fall into the hands of the demon alliance?

All kinds of doubts hovered in his heart, and Zhou Qing frowned slightly.

Xuantianzong has at least two fairies, and the magic alliance has a treasure that can be refined.

After he came into contact with the mantra and learned about the existence of the vast fairy world, he once thought that the Xuantian continent and even the whole blue star were just a barren and backward place completely isolated from the fairy world.

But now he found that there were many things he didn't understand.

Xuantian continent is by no means as simple as it looks on the surface!

Just as Zhou Qing was standing in front of the soul lock tower thinking, a calm voice of vicissitudes suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Dui Sheng will inject death into the identity token, which can help you resist the threat of the soul lock tower."

Zhou Qing's heart moved and recovered.

The eight saints guard the soul lock tower in turn.

His identity is the last St. Dui general. According to the order of Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui, the messenger should be the gen St. general before him among the eight St. generals.

With the palm turned, Zhou Qing took out the identity token and injected some death into it.

After absorbing the dead breath, the identity token blooms. Even if it spreads a strange wave, it wraps Zhou Qing all over.

At the next moment, the pressure from the soul lock tower dissipated completely.

On the first floor of the soul lock tower, the heavy gate is tightly closed, and there is a groove with the same style as the token.

Zhou Qing pressed the token into the groove. Soon, with a dull roar, the gate opened slowly.

Put away the token and Zhou Qing stepped in.

In the soul lock tower, the light is dim, and only a weak fire flickers, which makes the atmosphere in the whole tower extremely gloomy and treacherous. It seems that there are two worlds with the outside.

At the moment of stepping in, the howls of desolation and sadness resounded through my ears.

"You damn bastards, let me out!"

"Wronged, I am wronged! Holy general, spare your life..."

"You and other local chickens and dogs dare to fight with our Xianmen! The hundred Xianmen families are bound to level the demon alliance!"

“……”

What's more, he didn't speak, but he gave out a painful roar like a beast, as if he was suffering from the heart and bone erosion.

Listening to these angry roars, Zhou Qing's eyes coagulated slightly.

It seems that in the soul lock tower, not only the felons of the demon alliance are held, but also the powerful Xianmen prisoners.

Looking around, the panorama inside the soul lock tower falls into the eyes.

The treasure tower is not a layer by layer structure as Zhou Qing imagined, but a hollow whole. The prison for serious criminals is densely divided on the four walls of the soul lock tower.

The roar came from inside the wall.

At the center of the bottom floor of the soul lock tower, there is a one person high stone platform with a thin purple robe figure sitting cross legged on the stone platform. The word "gen" is very conspicuous on his chest. This person is the saint Gen!

This is an old man with white hair and beard. He is kind-hearted and has a restrained momentum. He is like an ordinary old man.

When Zhou Qing looked at him, he also looked up.

When he noticed that 40% of Zhou Qing's body was dead, Gen Sheng also looked surprised in Gu Jing's eyes.

"Sure enough, heroes are young. You're very good."

"Thank you, Gen saint."

Zhou Qing was neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed slightly.

The former nodded slightly and said calmly, "you need to stay here for three days. All the serious criminals here have been imprisoned. You can maintain the operation of the soul lock tower by sending dead Qi into the array every day."

With that, Gen Sheng didn't say much, so he just got up and left the soul lock tower.

As the gate slammed shut, the light in the soul locking tower was dim again.

When Zhou Qing stepped onto the stone platform and sat cross legged, dense runes appeared from under him.

Obviously, this stone platform is the eye of the soul lock tower array.

In his heart, Zhou Qing controlled the dead Qi in his body to flow into the stone platform and was swallowed up by the array in an instant.

After nearly one incense stick, the array appeared slowly dim and returned to calm again.

After finishing this, Zhou Qing looked up and looked at a prison on the four walls.

These cells are airtight, and the people inside can't see the outside at all.

But the stone gate of each prison is inlaid with a mirror. Through the mirror, Zhou Qing can clearly observe the situation inside.

Without wasting time, Zhou Qing rose from the sky and observed one by one from top to bottom.

Soon, he found the old wind ghost.

In the mirror, the old wind ghost was sitting cross legged in the stone chamber.

He looked rather embarrassed, his face was pale, the whole person had lost a circle, his clothes were dry and stained with blood, and he was obviously tortured.

Every few breath intervals, the spirit bone on the forehead of the old wind ghost will burst into a faint light. This is the soul lock tower practicing his spirit.

The pain of soul training comes from the soul, goes deep into the bone marrow and is extremely painful.

Every time the light shines in front of his forehead, the old wind ghost will roar like a beast, and his body shudders.

Zhou Qing tries to release the spirit consciousness and wants to communicate with the wind ghost, but the spirit consciousness will disappear as long as it is an inch away from the body and will be suppressed by the soul lock tower.

In desperation, he had to turn to the mantra.

"This treasure has restrictions on the soul, especially inside."

Unexpectedly, the tone of the mantra was rare and dignified: "if I can show up, it's not difficult to help you, but now, I'm afraid it will take some time."

"Do your best. It's best to solve it within three days."

Zhou Qing also knew that he couldn't force it, so he had to say in a deep voice.

His time is only three days. After three days, as soon as the sky is bright, there will be a rotation and handover in the future.

The spell spirit didn't reply and fell into silence.

Zhou Qing can't help. All he can do is wait. He has to sit on the stone platform and begin to practice silently. He continues to be familiar with the refining method of tearing TIANLIAN.

Under this kind of waiting, time seems to pass quickly.

In the twinkling of an eye, three days are fleeting.

The sky is about to dawn. At dawn, Qiansheng will come to the soul lock tower and hand over with Zhou Qing.

However, the spell spirit still didn't move and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

At this time, even with Zhou Qing's mind, there was some anxiety.

The wind ghost is inexplicably about the soul lock tower, which may be related to the earth fairy mansion. What should he know.

It's only one day away from the immortal mansion.

If he can't get in touch with him again, he will be completely confused about the trip to the immortal mansion. He can only take a chance with the people of Xianmen.

If you don't get the Tao fruit, the original injury can't be cured, and everything after that will become empty talk.

Old wind, it's important!

With this in mind, Zhou Qing looked dignified and called the spell in his mind again.