Chapter 296 Tower of Death

Yang Ping'an returned to the Death Palace again and felt as if he had lived a new life. His heart became extremely calm and he even felt that his mental strength had become extremely powerful at this moment, as vast as the ocean. His soul power had unexpectedly broken through to level ninety-seven without him noticing.

"Thank you, Lord Death!"

The Weird King just nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, very good. In just three months, you have walked through the Netherworld Road. It seems that your heart is stronger than I thought, or your determination to become the God of Death is much stronger than I thought."

Yang Pingan just bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Lord Death, for your help. Lord Death, may I ask, does this Netherworld Road really exist?"

The Weird King laughed strangely: "What difference does it make whether the Netherworld Road exists or not? Anyone who clings to this road, or clings to their own feelings, will be lost on the Netherworld Road and become the nutrients of the Netherworld Road."

Yang Pingan carefully observed his body, and after a while he spoke: "Lord Death, why do I feel that my mental strength seems to have greatly improved, and even my body has changed."

The Weird King said calmly: "The Netherworld Road allows you to walk through this life again, expanding your senses and emotions a hundredfold. Unless you have a firm mind and a clear goal, you cannot walk through this Netherworld Road."

"Especially the latter part of the Netherworld Road. It not only represents your life choices, but also represents the most fearful part of your life. Only when a person overcomes fear can he become truly powerful and have a glimmer of hope to become the god of death."

As the Weird King finished speaking, a voice appeared in his mind again: "The second of the Nine Tests of the God of Death. Pass the Tower of Death. There is no time limit. If you fail the test, you will die."

As the voice in his mind fell, the original position of the Weird King changed drastically and turned into a huge tower, one hundred meters high, with the words "Tower of Death" written on it.

Yang Ping'an had no worries and walked directly into the Tower of Death.

As soon as I entered the tower, the door closed immediately, and it seemed like I had entered a very dark and strange space, with only bursts of faint blue light.

Yang Ping'an was shocked, and felt that all his spirit rings were unusable, even his spirit bones and spirit guides were unusable, and his spirit power had dropped to level ten, which was the same level as before he obtained the spirit rings.

Just when Yang Ping'an was surprised, a dark aura appeared around him, which seemed extremely eerie in this dark environment.

Yang Ping'an was startled and quickly turned around and jumped away from the spot, only to see a horseshoe appear in its original position, which seemed extremely terrifying.

Only then did Yang Ping'an use the faint blue light to discover that a skeleton warhorse had appeared. Judging from its soul power level, it was estimated to be five hundred years old.

At this moment, Yang Ping'an was extremely clear that if this was the Tower of Death, one generally had to climb higher up the tower, and the higher one climbed, the more dangerous it would become. Especially according to Yang Ping'an's previous estimate, this Tower of Death should be one hundred stories high, which means that each floor was a test, and only by passing one hundred floors could one pass the second level of the test of the God of Death.

Seeing this skeleton warhorse running towards him quickly, it seemed to have extremely strong collision force. It was probably one of the top five hundred year old soul beasts.

Yang Ping'an didn't care about all that. He jumped to avoid the charge of the skeleton horse and punched the horse on the head. However, even with one punch, the skeleton horse actually used its body to push back. The man and the horse collided with each other in an instant and both retreated several meters.

Yang Ping'an felt a slight pain in his hand. This skeleton warhorse must have amazing defense and good speed. Its only shortcoming was that its means of attack were relatively simple and it could only ram and trample with its hooves.

In particular, Yang Ping'an felt that the skeleton warhorse seemed like a real living creature, with certain thoughts, and exuding a dark aura.

Seeing the skeleton horse rushing towards him again, Yang Pingan showed a hint of sneer on his face. This skeleton horse was indeed quite powerful, but he had mastered countless combat skills over the years. This was the biggest difference between a Titled Douluo and an ordinary soul master.

Yang Ping'an dodged the attack of the skeleton horse with another jump, and then his five fingers were as fast as lightning and like steel claws, grabbing the skeleton horse's neck.

The skeleton warhorse seemed to be in great pain after being grabbed by Yang Ping'an. It actually neighed and kicked directly with its hoof.

Yang Ping'an didn't care about the horse's hooves or not. He pointed his fingers like swords, and a sword energy flew out from his fingertips and pierced the skeleton horse's eyes. Then he used all his strength to cut off the entire head of the skeleton horse with a hand knife.

With Yang Ping'an's full-strength attack, the skeleton warhorse died instantly. Its body seemed to have lost some kind of support and turned into countless bones scattered on the ground.

Yang Ping'an did not leave the place either. He was thinking carefully about the battle situation of the skeleton horse. From the perspective of strength, his soul power was suppressed to the tenth level. Whether in terms of strength or speed, he seemed to be very similar to the skeleton horse. In other words, the assessment of the Death God level was to test his combat ability. I'm afraid the focus was on the ability to fight across levels.

Especially when the Skeleton Horse died, it seemed as if some inexplicable power came from him, as if it began to merge into his body, and the entire Death Tower was like a large formation, or like an arena, the winner could get everything. And when the Skeleton Horse died just now, I'm afraid that what he lost was the power that supported him to fight, which should be the power of darkness or the power of death.

Yang Ping'an thought carefully for a while, and even searched carefully around the corpse of the skeleton horse. After confirming that there was nothing found, he walked towards the stairs leading to the upper level of the Tower of Death.

However, when Yang Pingan walked into the second floor, his face suddenly turned dark, because there were two skeleton war horses on the second floor, and their physical fitness was very similar to his. If he wanted to do this, wouldn't he have to fight one against two? Especially since this death tower had a hundred floors, wouldn't he have to fight one against a hundred at the end? And these were a hundred enemies with physical fitness very similar to his.

Soon, Yang Ping'an relied on his combat experience to quickly defeat the skeleton horses and crossed several flights of stairs in a row. Especially when Yang Ping'an entered the ninth flight of stairs, nine skeleton horses appeared at the same time. Each of them was very fast and had a strong collision ability. It would be very dangerous if they were caught. You must know that Yang Ping'an is only at the level of an ordinary person now.

By the time Yang Ping'an had put in all his effort and exerted his strength to the extreme, it took him half a day to defeat the nine-headed skeleton horse. He was already sitting on the ground gasping for breath, and even had several broken bones.

This time, Yang Ping'an spent a whole day recuperating, and only after he had brought his body to its best condition was he ready to step into the tenth floor.

It seems that after each level of assessment, the space seems to undergo some changes, and the body and physical strength can recover quickly, a bit like recovering to the state of a Titled Douluo, but once entering a new floor, the body will immediately be suppressed.

However, when Yang Ping'an stepped into the tenth floor, he was suddenly shocked and even wanted to curse.

The tenth level does not have ten skeleton warhorses, but one skeleton warhorse. However, this skeleton warhorse is extremely huge, with a body length of five meters and a height of more than two and a half meters, which is basically twice that of an ordinary skeleton warhorse. I'm afraid its strength is very terrifying, not weaker than a two thousand year level soul beast.

Especially the speed, which is several times faster than that of ordinary skeleton horses. It almost forms a shadow, making it impossible to defend against.

Yang Ping'an jumped up and down on this floor, trying his best to avoid his attacks, and occasionally attacked with sword energy or claws, but unfortunately with the defense and flexibility of this skeleton warhorse, it was impossible to cause fatal injuries.

As time went by, Yang Ping'an felt that his soul power was being consumed very quickly. If he did not take any action, he would not be able to defeat the skeleton horse in front of him.

However, due to physical limitations, the only thing he can use now is probably his self-created soul skills. But before he became a soul master, he could only emit some subtle sword energy at most, and the power was relatively weak.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something. If he wanted to defeat the skeleton horse, his own strength would not be enough. He might have to borrow its strength. Yang Pingan was also very familiar with the method of motivation. You know, before Yang Pingan became a soul master, he had been working in a blacksmith shop and thought about some random cloak hammer methods.

There was no blowing at the moment. Yang Ping'an directly used his fist as a hammer and continuously attacked the skeleton horse by leveraging the force of the force. After each punch hit the skeleton horse, he used the recoil force and the technique of the chaotic cloak hammer to attack again from other directions.

After using the method of leveraging the opponent's force to hit him more than thirty times in a row, his fist seemed to have a force of a thousand pounds. Finally, when his body reached its limit, Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth, put all his strength into his fist, and punched the skeleton horse on the head with his entire body in an extremely exaggerated posture.

With this final blow, the entire head of the skeleton horse was shattered into pieces by Yang Ping'an's punch, and the horse barely passed this level.

Yang Ping'an was gasping for breath on the ground, his strength almost exhausted.

After resting for another day, Yang Pingan finally arrived at the eleventh floor.

After entering the eleventh floor, the pressure on my body that I usually felt seemed to have lessened a lot, and my soul power actually reached a level of around level 20. At the same time, I was also able to use the first soul skill of the Golden Dragon, and I was pleasantly surprised.

But when he saw the situation in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing.

Because what was in front of him was not a skeleton warhorse, but a three-headed bone snake that was completely black. It was eight meters long and as big as a football in diameter. It was probably a thousand-year-old soul beast.

If there was only one three-headed bone snake, it shouldn't be a problem for me to deal with it, especially now that I can use my first soul skill. But if it's the 19th level, will there be nine three-headed bone snakes? How can I fight them then?

Before Yang Ping'an could react, the Three-Dog Bone-Transforming Snake suddenly pounced on him like lightning, especially its scarlet tongue, which seemed to show its strength, especially its huge fangs, which seemed to have a hint of blue light. It was probably a very poisonous snake.

At this moment, Yang Pingan couldn't help but complain: What on earth is this God of Death doing? Can a human pass this kind of test? You know, this is only the eleventh floor. If you get to the top floor, there might be a bunch of dark gold terror claw bears. Not to mention me, even a real god can't pass the test. (End of this chapter)