Chapter 580 Lingbao

In a white space where nothing can be seen, Song Qingming was trying hard to fly forward with his escape light.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the white fog ahead, which attracted Song Qingming's attention. With a hint of joy on his face, he quickly accelerated his speed and ran straight there.

After a while, when Song Qingming approached the black dot, he could see clearly that there was an octagonal stone pavilion standing alone in the white fog.

There was a dark red guardrail, a stone table and two small round stone benches in the middle, and some wind chimes swaying in the wind were hung on the crossbar above, making bursts of soft and pleasant sounds from time to time.

"Why am I back here again!"

Looking at the very familiar layout and furnishings in the stone pavilion, Song Qingming frowned slightly after muttering to himself, and then sat down on a stone bench with a helpless look on his face.

After killing Du Yucheng and escaping from the first level trial site of "Tongtian Pavilion", Song Qingming was caught up by Ma Wuchen, who followed him, using a spiritual object left in Du Yucheng's storage bag.

Song Qingming, who was only at the third level of Jindan, naturally knew that he was no match for Ma Wuchen, a late Jindan demon cultivator. Facing Ma Wuchen's suppression, Song Qingming, who was in crisis and thinking about how to escape, suddenly remembered the black iron plate that Huo Feng had used in front of him before.

Anyway, he was already in a desperate situation. No matter where this iron plate would take him, it was better than falling into the hands of Ma Wuchen, a demon cultivator. In order to save his life, Song Qingming did not hesitate too much. He followed the method that Huo Feng had used in front of him before and directly poured his own mana into the "Tongtian Order" held tightly in his hand.

In this way, under Ma Wuchen's astonished eyes, Song Qingming was brought to this empty space by a white light.

Song Qingming didn't know how long he had been here. Except for the stone pavilion in front of him, he couldn't see anything in this space, and no matter which direction he flew, he would be back here again in a short time.

Song Qingming, who had tried several times, saw that he couldn't get out for the time being, so he simply sat down in the stone pavilion.

Although he used the "Tongtian Order" in desperation, Song Qingming was still mentally prepared that he would meet Huo Feng or other people here.

Unexpectedly, when he got here, he found that it was exactly the same as he imagined. After searching for a long time, let alone people, he didn't even see a stone except for this ordinary-looking stone pavilion.

"No matter what, it's okay to save my life. Although I can't get out for the time being, as long as I stay here patiently, I should be able to get out directly when the Tongtian Tower is closed."

According to the information obtained from Huo Feng and Long Feng before, before the Tongtian Tower is closed, anyone who is still alive will be forcibly expelled by the restrictions inside. Although the environment inside looks a bit special, it should be no exception.

This time, Song Qingming had obtained a lot of treasures when he entered the Tongtian Tower. He also successfully passed the test of the first floor of the Tongtian Tower and obtained the complete cultivation experience of a Yuanying cultivator. It was a worthwhile trip.

After experiencing a life-and-death chase by Ma Wuchen, and almost losing his life, Song Qingming no longer had too many thoughts in his mind. He just wanted to get out and return to Weiguo safely.

In the final analysis, his own cultivation strength was too low. It was okay to be a thug in the lower floors. Entering a place like the ninth floor, without Huo Feng and the others by his side, Song Qingming would find it difficult to resist a late Jindan master, let alone want to compete for spiritual objects from them.

It was purely a coincidence that he could snatch a treasure from Du Yucheng. Song Qingming would not believe that he could have such good luck after going out.

After deciding not to look for the exit, Song Qingming took out Du Yucheng's storage bag, spent a little time to open the restrictions on it, and poured out everything inside.

Just after taking a glance at the things inside, a cracked wooden sign immediately caught Song Qingming's attention.

After picking up the wooden sign and feeling a trace of spiritual light fluctuation coming from it, Song Qingming chuckled, and suddenly a fierce fire of elixir appeared in his hand, which soon burned the wooden sign into a wisp of ash.

At the same time, Ma Wuchen, who was outside the "Tongtian Pavilion", looked at the wooden sign in his hand that had turned into charcoal, sighed angrily, and threw it aside.

"Where did this kid come from? He is just an early Jindan cultivator. How could he have something like Tongtian Ling?"

After thinking for a while, Ma Wuchen still had no clue. He could only shake his head and turned into a black light and left the place.

Speaking of which, although Ma Wuchen and Song Qingming did not know each other, they still had some origins. In order to investigate the unexplained murder of his junior brother Hong Qijun, Ma Wuchen once tracked down the deep of the Floating Cloud Mountains, where Song Qingming tried to retreat and form an elixir.

However, seeing that Long Feng was somewhat defeated by the opponent, Huo Feng took action personally and scared the man away. Afterwards, Song Qingming only heard from Long Feng that there was a demon cultivator following him, and he did not meet Ma Wuchen directly.

In Du Yucheng's storage bag, apart from two damaged magic weapons, the rest were the common skills and elixirs of demon cultivators. These spiritual objects were already contaminated with demonic energy and were basically useless to Song Qingming, so he had to burn them on the spot.

After spending a lot of time to carefully select, Song Qingming found less than two thousand spiritual stones from it, and couldn't help showing a bit of disappointment on his face.

"I thought that as a Jindan cultivator, I was already living a relatively tight life, but I didn't expect that someone was even poorer than him!"

After dealing with Du Yucheng's storage bag, Song Qingming took out the small wooden box that he had finally risked his life to snatch. It took almost half an hour to finally completely remove the upper restriction.

Song Qingming was still very much looking forward to this wooden box that so many Jindan cultivators in the "Tongtian Pavilion" were fighting for, and he slowly opened the cover of the wooden box with a happy face.

What caught his eyes was a small green jade bottle that looked very delicate. Song Qingming picked up the jade bottle and carefully opened it to find that it contained a bottle of grass-green liquid spiritual water.

Although he could feel the rich spiritual energy coming from the bottle and knew that it was not a vulgar thing, Song Qingming still couldn't find a name that matched the spiritual water in the bottle in his memory for a while.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find it. Just as Song Qingming re-corked the bottle and was about to put away the small jade bottle in his hand, a voice suddenly came into his ears out of thin air, scaring him to stay where he was.

"You still don't seem to be very happy. Could it be that this Cuiling True Water is not in your eyes?"

The moment he heard this voice, Song Qingming's consciousness in his mind instantly tightened up, and he quickly searched the area around the stone pavilion, but found that there was still nothing around, without any changes.

"Who is here? Can you come out and see me?"

Song Qingming shouted calmly, and then he looked around the stone pavilion carefully, waiting for the other party's response.

After a moment, a white light came on, and a man in white suddenly appeared out of thin air opposite the stone table in front of Song Qingming. He looked at the small green bottle tightly held in his hand with a smile on his face.

Seeing the man in white suddenly appearing in front of him, Song Qingming felt a chill on his back, and a trace of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. For a while, he couldn't even move his feet.

Being able to appear in front of him silently and suddenly, it means that the cultivation level of this man in white has at least reached the Nascent Soul stage.

And when Song Qingming's consciousness just accidentally covered him, it was like a drop in the ocean, and he couldn't sense the breath and pressure on the other party at all. This also indirectly proves that this person's cultivation level is still higher than that of Nascent Soul cultivators such as Huo Feng and Li Mu.

The moment he saw the man in white, Song Qingming's face suddenly showed a trace of helplessness. Sure enough, there was a Yuanying-stage expert hidden here. He had just thought too well.

"Senior! I was in the trial in Tongtian Pavilion, and I touched a restriction and accidentally entered this place. I don't know where this place is. Please give me some advice."

With Song Qingming's current third-level Jindan cultivation, facing such a powerful man with a high cultivation level like the man in white, he didn't have to think about escaping. He could only honestly step forward and bow, and put on a respectful attitude.

"Haha! Don't worry, my friend, the reason you came here is not just because you used the Tongtian Order, but I sent you here on purpose." The man in white saw the nervousness on Song Qingming's face and immediately smiled and explained.

"I really don't know about this. I didn't expect that you, the senior, sent me here. I don't know what your name is and why you called me here?"

The man in white waved his hand after hearing this, then sat down at the stone table and slowly said, "Don't be too anxious, my friend. How about we sit down and talk slowly?"

Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry, Song Qingming didn't dare to say much. After nodding slightly, he sat directly opposite him.

Seeing the expression on Song Qingming's face, he relaxed a little, and the man in white continued to explain:

"If you ask me my name, it may disappoint you. I am not a cultivator as you imagined, so naturally I can't have any Taoist name or taboo. Just call me Xuantian here."

Hearing the answer of the man in white, Song Qingming frowned, and his face immediately showed a look of shock. Looking at the man in white, a trace of disbelief soon emerged in his eyes.

"My friend, you guessed right. My true body is just a spiritual treasure in this Tower of Babel. I have been in this tower for countless years!"

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