Chapter 1702 Everyone is dead?
"The main tower is broken... Did I die in the battle?"
The Qiankun Prison Tower is humming!
Ye Beichen's heart started beating wildly!
There is only one thing on the 101st floor of the Sutra Repository, the remains of the Qiankun Prison Tower!
The tower is simple and ancient, and it stands before your eyes after being shrunk!
The tower is riddled with holes!
There are holes everywhere, and traces of swords, knives, and axes!
"Xiaota, I'm not sure if you died in the battle, but this tower is definitely yours, right?"
Qiankun Prison Tower answered affirmatively: "Of course, this is my body, I can't be mistaken!"
"As long as the tower body is not destroyed, the tower soul will not die!"
"The tower is damaged, and the tower spirit... is annihilated..."
Ye Beichen swallowed his saliva: "So...Xiaota, you really died in the battle?"
The Qiankun Prison Tower was silent for a long time!
"Hahaha!"
His tone was somewhat relieved: "Isn't it just the tower that exploded? What does it matter if I die?"
"But even though Benta is dead, isn't there still good news?"
Ye Beichen was stunned: "What good news?"
Qiankun Prison Tower smiled and said, "Boy, the good news is about you!"
"Although Benta is dead, you are not dead!"
“Look, you even collected the remains of this tower and put it in this Sutra Library!”
"That means you're alive, right? And based on your personality, you definitely won't let the people around you die!"
"After all this commotion, only the tower is gone. This is the best possible outcome!"
"Even if I take a step back, I am just a tower spirit. Dying for my master is my ultimate destiny!"
Qiankun Prison Tower makes it easy to say!
Ye Beichen remained silent.
After a long time, Ye Beichen shook his head: "Xiaota, I don't want anyone to die!"
"including you!"
"To me, you are not just a tower spirit, you are also my friend!"
Along the way, if it weren’t for the Qiankun Prison Tower, Ye Beichen would have died countless times!
The Qiankun Prison Tower is both a teacher and a friend to him!
Qiankun Prison Tower was very relaxed: "Boy, you touched me to death!"
"However, this tower has already made enough money to serve as a soldier of the Great Emperor!"
“Even my first master, Wu Zu, didn’t expect me to be able to make it this far, right?”
"Okay, let's go to the next floor and take a look!"
Ye Beichen did not stop and came to the 102nd floor of the Sutra Library!
A 'Qian Kun Prison Sword' is placed at the very center of this floor!
Walk over and take a look.
"This……"
Ye Beichen's face darkened!
The Qiankun Prison Sword was covered with cracks and broke into countless pieces, which were then pieced together again and placed here!
“Even the Qiankun Prison Sword is broken. This sword has dried up, and all the divine essence inside has been annihilated!” Qiankun Prison Tower’s voice was solemn, and he came to a conclusion: “The sword spirit… should be completely dead!”
Om-!
The Qiankun Prison Sword seemed to sense something!
With a clanging sound, it flew out from the storage ring!
Hovering in the air above the shattered Qiankun Prison Sword, it hesitated!
"Master...will I really die? But I don't want to die..."
"My body is made of immortal imperial gold! Is there anything else in the world that can completely smash me into pieces?" The Qiankun Prison Sword made a childish voice.
Ye Beichen sneered: "Interesting, my future self..."
"Or, in other words, by returning to my past self, is he preparing me to give up when faced with difficulties?"
Qiankun Prison Tower said: "Backing off when faced with difficulty? That's not your character!"
"Little Tower, even you understand!" Ye Beichen nodded: "In that case, what is the purpose of 'I' leaving the broken tower and sword here?"
Qiankun Prison Tower uttered: "I don't know."
Ye Beichen narrowed his eyes: "Continue to the next level!"
"I want to see what I want to do when I go back to the past!"
Push open the door to the 103rd floor of the Sutra Repository!
Take a step into it!
The space in front of me is extremely dark!
It was shrouded in fog and chaos, just like a dark cemetery!
"Open it for me!"
Ye Beichen let out a low roar and punched out!
A blood dragon burst out from the palm of his hand, rushing up into the sky, the fog dissipated, illuminating everything!
Reveal the true face of this layer!
"Return! to! the! stage!"
Ye Beichen's pupils shrank!
What appeared before his eyes was a reincarnation platform with a diameter of about one hundred meters!
The Samsara Platform was in a dilapidated state, with numerous cracks all over it, and even one-third of its area had completely disappeared, as if it had been smashed to pieces by some force!
Around the Samsara Platform, more than a hundred tombstones stand eerily!
"How is this possible! What is going on? Why is the Samsara Taoist Priest here?" Ye Beichen's mind went blank.
Qiankun Prison Tower said: "Boy, is this the reincarnation realm you can summon?"
"I am not sure……"
Ye Beichen hesitated, self-doubt already appeared in the depths of his eyes!
next second.
One stomp!
hum!
The void around him trembled, and a reincarnation platform appeared under Ye Beichen's feet. Under his control, it shrank to a radius of about 100 meters!
It is exactly the same as the broken reincarnation platform on the 103rd floor!
"What's left here is actually the Samsara Daotai... Could it be that I'm dead too?"
“Otherwise, the Samsara Platform can be said to be one of my greatest means, comparable to the Qiankun Prison Tower and the Chaos Cemetery. How could it explode?” A layer of cold sweat broke out on Ye Beichen’s back.
Surprising!
Too scary!
"Master, look, there are words on the tombstone!"
The Qiankun Prison Sword spoke!
Ye Beichen's eyes sank and fell on the more than one hundred tombstones!
"The Godfather's Tomb!"
"The Tomb of Guigu Medicine King!"
"The Tomb of Lonely Yuyun!"
"The Tomb of the Lord of Slaughter!"
"The Tomb of the Immortal Sword Master!"
The names of more than one hundred masters are uniformly engraved on the tombstone!
Ye Beichen was stunned: "Could it be that none of my hundred masters were resurrected in the end?"
"They...are all dead?"
At this moment, Ye Beichen's voice was trembling!
"Master, it seems there are...others?"
The Qiankun Prison Sword reminds again!
Ye Beichen took a step forward, passed the tombstones of his masters, and came to several other tombstones:
"Big sister, Luo Qingcheng's tomb!"
"Second Senior Sister, the Tomb of Thousand-Ren Ice!"
"Third Senior Sister, leave the tomb of the Little Poison Fairy!"
"Fourth Senior Sister, Zhou Luoli's Tomb!"
"Fifth Senior Sister, the tomb of the Ice Soul Goddess Jiang Ziji!"
"Sixth Senior Sister, the Tomb of Tan Tai Yao Yao!
"Seventh Senior Sister, Liu Ruqing's Tomb!"
"Eighth Senior Sister, Lu Xueqi's Tomb!"
"Ninth Senior Sister, Tomb of Yin Huang!"
"Tenth Senior Sister, Wang Ruyan's Tomb!"
Ye Beichen roared angrily: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Ouch——!
Demonic energy was rolling behind him, his eyes were red, and a blood-colored dragon rushed out, roaring continuously!
"Master, there is still..."
The sound of the Qiankun Prison Sword rang out for the third time!
Ye Beichen looked up, completely desperate!
"The tomb of my beloved wife Zhou Ruoyu!"
"The tomb of my beloved wife Dongfang Sheyue!"
"The tomb of my beloved wife, Kunwu Mifei!"
"My dear wife..."
The twenty-odd tombstones are grim and the words on them have decayed, but they still leave a great impact on people!
"Ah! Fake, all fake!"
"Master is dead, Senior Sister is dead, the small tower is broken, and the Qiankun Prison Sword is also broken!"
“They must all be fake!”
Ye Beichen’s heart almost collapsed!
"Master, there are two more tombstones here..."
"what?"
Ye Beichen looked back.
Completely desperate!
"The tomb of my father Ye Xuan!"
"The tomb of Mother Ye Qinglan!"
