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In this direction, Patriarch Taicang is in... the White Bone Tower?

Although the White Bone Tower is also one of the forbidden areas in Wangkong Valley, it is far less dangerous than the other two forbidden areas.

Because it is not fatal, it is more like an arena of life and death. If you die in it, at best you will drop in realm, at worst your cultivation will be wasted and you will turn back into a mortal.

As for the rewards for successfully completing the challenge, there are many types. There is nothing it cannot give you, only things you cannot imagine.

Moreover, the White Bone Tower is only open to cultivators below the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Those above the Hedao Stage cannot enter even if you are at the peak of the Mahayana Stage. It is said that it is a treasure left behind by the ancient immortals.

More than three thousand years ago, when Lin Ye was in the Nascent Soul stage, he came to the White Bone Tower in order to break through to the Spirit Transformation stage. He also gained a rare insight into the way of the sword, and used it to walk his own path.

How could the old man Taicang, who was a great master, go there? How did he get in? Lin Ye didn't understand.

Even though he didn't understand, he decided to find out what was going on.

However, when he arrived in front of the Bone Tower, he found it too deserted. He did not sense the presence of other monks, and he seemed unable to enter.

When Lin Ye was thinking about how to enter, a cold voice came from above: "Are you coming in?"

He looked up and saw a boy who looked 50% like Mu Xuanwei looking down at him.

Perhaps because he didn't say anything, the other party asked again, his tone unchanged, "Do you want to come in?"

An incense stick of time ago, Xiaoyi received a message from His Highness, saying that he had been sent a companion to watch a play with. If he took off his beard, the man was not bad looking.

"Then I'll trouble you, little Taoist friend."

Lin Ye naturally wanted to go in. Although the boy in front of him looked ordinary, he couldn't see through him. In addition, the other party looked similar to Fellow Daoist Mu, so he felt that he could still trust him temporarily.

He followed Xiaoyi and entered the Bone Tower smoothly. The light inside the tower was dim and the atmosphere was as depressing as before, which made Lin Ye feel at home.

They went up the stairs one floor at a time. Each floor was guarded by various skeletons and bone fragments were everywhere.

"My name is Lin Ye, what is your name, fellow Taoist?"

"You can call me Yunyi."

"Where are you taking me, Brother Yun?" Lin Ye readily changed his address, not caring at all about the fake-sounding name Yun Yi.

"Don't ask so many questions. Aren't you looking for someone?"

Lin Ye stopped talking.

Yun Yi brought Lin Ye to the top of the tower. The original bone base turned into a gorgeous cloud bed, and the densely packed arena disappeared, leaving only a huge water mirror.

Lin Ye looked towards the water mirror and saw several figures reflected in it, three of the faces looked familiar to him.

"Ancestor Taicang and... Demon Lord Lisheng?"

He couldn't understand how a top demon cultivator and a powerful immortal cultivator, two people with such different poles of difference, could get together, and what he couldn't understand even more was why they were trapped in the water mirror.

"Friend Yun, what is this?"

"Water mirror."

Don't you know this? Xiao Yi looked puzzled.

"Do the people inside really exist?" Lin Ye asked. He knew he had just asked a stupid question and stroked his beard uncomfortably.

"Three of them are real. I never lie." Xiaoyi was a little unhappy that his professionalism was suspected. Of course, acting requires real talent.

"Who is this person?" Lin Ye murmured. He knew almost all the old monsters in the Mahayana stage in the world of cultivation, but he had never seen this woman.

Xiao Yi said expressionlessly: "The famous Fairy Yunluo in the cultivation world."

"Fairy Yunluo? Su Yunluo from the Wuji Immortal Sect?" Lin Ye was surprised to see her here. Wasn't it said that she had an unspeakable relationship with Fellow Daoist Mu?

Does Fellow Daoist Mu know about this?

Lin Ye looked at Yun Yi, then at himself, and silently assessed the combat power of both sides. He concluded that his side had no chance of winning because every cell in his body was clamoring for danger, so he decisively changed his strategy.

"This is Senior Taicang, the ancestor of my sect. I wonder how I have offended you, fellow Taoist? I am willing to make amends on your behalf."

"If you stay here with me to watch the water mirror for seven days, I'm not opposed to considering it." Anyway, his story inventory will be almost cleared after seven days.

"Okay." Lin Ye had no reason to refuse. What he didn't know was that seven days later he wished time could go back and he would call people over to fight to the death.

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Go to the Pure Land, inside the eighteen pagodas.

The consciousness of the Eighteen Towers Spirit became blurred for who knows how many times. Just when it was about to die, Lu Chu made another move and turned it back into the round little goldfish it was at the beginning.

"How does it feel?" Lu Chu chuckled and asked as he looked at the weapon spirit that had recovered.

"Gurgle~" Please be merciful and give me a quick death!

The goldfish eyes of the weapon spirit were empty and lifeless. It had been killed hundreds of times and was now a little autistic. Facts had proved that if you died too many times, you really wouldn't want to live.

Lu Chu waved his middle finger in front of its eyes and righteously rejected the weapon spirit's unreasonable request.

"That won't work. You haven't paid off your debt yet. There are still many cute little girls who want to play with you."

Although the souls of the monks who came to the Eighteen Towers were devoured by the spirit of the weapon, the obsession they left behind remained, and over time, hundreds of millions of ghost fires were formed.

The little goldfish rolled its eyes and pretended to be dead and motionless. Isn't it just the annihilation of its spiritual consciousness? It doesn't care.

"If you don't want to play, I'll send you to the Buddha statue outside." Lu Chu said slowly.

Upon hearing this, the spirit fish was startled and instantly "came back to life", swinging its tail vigorously, its desire to survive increasing greatly.

"You are repaying your debt voluntarily, right?" He never forced anyone.

The spirit fish nodded resignedly, choosing the lesser of two evils. If it was given to the statue of Bliss Buddha, it would be completely doomed, but now it at least had a glimmer of hope.

"Very good." Lu Chu smiled with satisfaction, "Da Huang, Xiao Huang, continue."

"Ah~" Jin Yuanhu and Xiaoliu didn't really want to continue, but a tiger's heart was too kind, and his favorite thing to do was to sacrifice himself for others.

It was unknown how long it took for all the ghost fires in the Eighteen Towers to disappear. By this time, Lu Chu had already woken up from a nap and was lazily sitting in a rocking chair eating ice cream.

The two big cats were exhausted, their fur had become duller and rougher, and in front of them was a bowl of ice cream that was almost empty.

What you get in return for your hard work is different.

As for the spirit fish, it could no longer maintain its shape. The whole fish lay flat on the ground, limp and ready to fall apart at the slightest breeze. It was the first time that he regretted taking a shortcut and eating so many souls.

Lu Chu stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly. The spirit fish was instantly enveloped by a ball of light. In a moment, the light dissipated, leaving only a golden round bead in its place.

He waved his hand casually, and the golden beads dissipated into points of light, and the entire Eighteen Towers became bright.

"You killed the spirit of the Eighteen Towers?!"