Chapter 3 The Tower Spirit Appears

Shen Lang lowered his head and looked at the sword art in his hand, feeling extremely excited.

"This is actually a yellow-level middle-grade martial arts book!"

The martial arts and martial arts in this world are divided into five levels: Tiandi Xuanhuang and Buruliu. Among them, the fourth level of Tiandi Xuanhuang can be divided into upper, middle and lower grades.

The Qingfeng Sword Technique that Shen Lang currently masters is an inferior martial art, mostly practiced by ordinary people, and even warriors who have entered the acquired realm look down upon it.

And Shen Langzhi's ability to easily kill monsters with the unrivaled Qingfeng Sword Technique was all due to the power of Qingfeng Sword Intent.

For an ordinary person, even if he practiced the Qingfeng Sword Art to perfection, he would not be able to hurt these monsters at all.

"It is extremely rare to learn martial arts skills above the first-class level. The strongest martial arts in Wutong County's arsenal is only the middle-level yellow level, and only Dutou is qualified to practice it. I didn't expect that I got a copy so easily."

"If I can practice this Thunder Sword Technique to perfection, my strength will surely reach a new level!"

Shen Lang smiled, and with a wave of his hand, he used up all his deduction lifespan to perform the deduction.

[The system consumes thirty years of life to deduce the martial arts "Thunder Sword Art"]

Ding.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed and he entered a state of trance.

[The martial arts deduction of "Thunder Sword Art" begins]

[In the first year of deduction, you read the sword formula in your hand day and night, and it was extremely difficult to understand the obscure and difficult artistic conception in it]

[In the fifth year of deduction, you have finally entered the introductory stage of Thunder Sword Art with the help of your insights from Qingfeng Sword Art and years of diligent practice day and night]

[In the eighth year of deduction, you were practicing the Thunder Sword in the courtyard, but your physical body could not withstand the violent Thunder Sword energy, causing your meridians to be damaged]

[In the fifteenth year of deduction, after you spent a year cultivating your meridians, you began to polish your body. After six years, you were finally able to withstand the ravages of the thundering sword energy]

[Deduction of the twentieth year, this year you have been able to control a trace of Thunder Sword Qi, and the Thunder Sword Art has reached a small level]

[In the 30th year of the deduction, when you were practicing sword moves in the rain, you triggered a trace of thunder power to temper your body, cleanse your marrow and cut your scriptures, the thunder sword energy in your body became stronger, and you entered the second level of the acquired heaven realm]

[End of this deduction]

After the deduction, Shen Lang's body made a clear cracking sound, and the aura around him became much stronger.

"call."

Shen Lang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, clenched his fists, and felt the full strength in his body with satisfaction.

"Is this the second level of the Houtian realm? I am much stronger than I was before."

At the same time, Shen Lang looked inside his dantian and found that there was a wisp of purple sword energy hovering in it.

"Is this the Thunder Sword Qi?"

Shen Lang thought and raised his sword lightly.

Sizzle.

The thunderous sword energy immediately appeared on the fingertips, and the sword energy flashed with fine electric light. It seemed to be condensed with great power, causing a slight tremor in the nearby space.

"go!"

Shen Lang pointed with his sword, and the thunderous sword energy flashed away, piercing the body of the demon monkey on the ground.

boom.

After an explosion, the half of the monster monkey's body that was cut off by the sword was immediately shattered by the violent sword energy and turned into powder.

Shen Lang looked at this scene in surprise. The thunderous sword energy he casually struck was so terrifying.

"Unfortunately, the higher the level of martial arts, the more lifespan is required. After thirty years of practice, it only reaches a small level. It seems that more monsters need to be killed."

Shen Lang groped for a while on the seventeenth floor. After finding nothing else, he raised his legs and walked towards the steps leading to the sixteenth floor.

At this time, he had the Qingfeng Sword Intent and the Thunderous Sword Intent at his side, and the other monsters were no longer taken seriously.

Shen Lang had even begun to imagine that if he could fight his way up to the 18th floor and constantly use martial arts to break through the Demon Suppression Tower, it would not be impossible to break through his innate abilities.

Just when Shen Lang was about to step onto the steps, an illusory figure suddenly appeared and stopped in front of him.

"Wait, kid."

"Um?"

Facing the sudden appearance of the figure, Shen Lang was startled, jumped back suddenly, swept the broken sword across, and involuntarily cut out a sharp crescent-shaped sword energy.

In the Demon Suppressing Tower, Shen Lang knew that there was absolutely no good here, so he naturally struck first.

But he watched as the sharp sword energy went straight through the illusory figure and struck the tower wall without causing any damage.

"Young man, don't be too impatient."

The illusory figure shook his head and sighed.

It was only then that Shen Lang discovered that this illusory figure turned out to be a boy in black with pigtails, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, which was very strange.

Shen Lang tightened the broken sword in his hand and said warily: "Who are you?"

The boy in black, whose lower body was like mist, slowly floated to Shen Lang and said calmly: "I am the spirit of the Demon Suppressing Tower. I only show up to save your life."

"Tower spirit? Save me?" Shen Lang looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously, not daring to be careless at all: "I have never heard that there is a tower spirit in the Demon Suppression Tower, and what do you mean by saving my life? "

The boy in black sneered: "How can you know my existence based on your knowledge? There is the remnant soul of an ancient evil demon on the sixteenth floor above, and its strength has reached half a step of innate strength."

The boy in black glanced at Shen Lang, and then said: "With your current strength, you will definitely die if you fight against it. If you don't go up, I will save your life."

Shen Lang's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said in surprise: "This is impossible. Doesn't the Demon Suppressing Tower only have existences below the Xiantian realm?"

The boy in black chuckled lightly and stopped answering.

Seeing this, Shen Lang's mood gradually became gloomy. He had some speculations in his heart at this time. If a mere Xiantian realm could sweep across the Demon Suppression Tower, then why has no one come to seize the opportunity here for so many years?

You know, this is the treasure of the ancient great power, there is no reason why it is not coveted by others, but the truth is that no one has the ability to do it!

Thinking of this, Shen Lang wanted to cry but had no tears. He is only the second level of the acquired realm now, and he can't even defeat the demon remnant soul on the sixteenth floor. How can he climb to the top of the tower and escape?

Is it possible that he has the system, but he will eventually be trapped here?

Shen Lang said unwillingly: "But I am waiting to die if I stay here, I might as well go up and fight! Fight, there is still a chance!"

The black-clothed boy was surprised and said: "Why wait to die? I can send you out."

"Huh?" Shen Lang's eyes widened, "Can you send me out directly? I don't have to go to the top of the tower to pass the trial?"

The black-clothed boy looked at Shen Lang as if he was a fool, and said unhappily: "The so-called trial is to gain my recognition, and I am the tower spirit. What's the difficulty in sending you out?"

Shen Lang pondered for a moment, raised his head and said: "No one has ever been able to get out of the Demon Suppression Tower, but you just want to send me out. Tell me, what is your purpose, what do you need me to do?"

"At least you are not stupid enough." The black-clothed boy nodded and said lightly: "When sending you out, I will make a soul contract with you. One year later, you have to return to the top of the Demon Suppression Tower and recognize the master with blood."

"If you can't do it, your soul will be scattered!"