The black dragon disappeared and turned into a little black dog, and the terrifying coercion receded like a tide.

Xiao Hei looked at Erlang's legs, sat on the hilt of his sword, and said to the people around him: "Since you know that Master Long is from the Dragon Clan, don't you all take out something to honor Master Long? Of course, Master Long only needs refining tools Materials, I don�t need other dragon masters.�

"I have black flame spar here!"

"I have red and white glitter rocks!"

"I have��"

Immediately, a monk with a look of hospitality contributed all the various refining materials on his body.

Xiao Hei never refused to come one by one, put all these refining materials into the spirit ring, and let Xuexian put it away.

"Not bad, not bad! Master Long is very pleased that you can send so many materials!" Xiao Hei said with satisfaction.

"My lord, I heard that the Dragon Clan has a powerful talent called rain from the sky. It is said that the rain that comes down can remove the impurities and hidden diseases on the monks, and make the monks' aptitude close to perfection. Can you please display this talent?" Divine power."

Suddenly, there was an excited voice from the crowd, followed by everyone's approval.

"That's right! I've also heard that the Dragon Clan has the innate supernatural ability to rain rain from the sky. In a long time ago, a great dragon god descended on the eight heavens. Many monks have received this kind of rain."

One after another shouts sounded from the crowd.

"Ah... rain from the sky? What is this?"

Xiao Hei murmured in a low voice, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, but fortunately, his voice was relatively low, so everyone around couldn't hear him clearly.

"Please, Lord Dragon God, give Ganlin!"

Everyone's eyes were excited, they all knelt on the ground on one knee, shouted in unison, and even called them Lord Dragon God.

"Master Long, it seems like you've overplayed it!" Xue Xian's legs trembled, and he pointed at Xiao Hei's ears.

Xiao Hei wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, looked down at the fanatical crowd around him, and knew that this time he really played too big.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. My Dragon Lord will cast the rain from the sky immediately. You wait outside first. I need to brew it in the Tongtian Tower!"

Saying that, Xiao Hei entered the Tongtian Tower as if fleeing.

"Boy, hurry up and enter the Tongtian Tower, we can't stay here, or we will be gang-beaten soon." Xiao Hei hurriedly said to Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen looked at Xiao Hei speechlessly, and sighed lightly, he knew that this guy was extremely unreliable, and now that he failed to pretend to be coercive, he could only run away in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen came to the center of the tower, where there was a ladder to climb up.

This ladder looks transparent, but it can be felt in reality.

Zhuowen put away the thunder and fire sword, stepped on the stairs suddenly, and then a strong pressure came to his face.

It's a pity that Zhuo Wen's spiritual sense is far stronger than the pressure of the steps, and he climbed up the steps step by step.

And Zhuowen found that every time he climbed a step, he found that it was as if he had climbed thousands of meters. After ten steps, the hall at the bottom of the tower was no longer visible.

"The monks who enter the Tongtian Tower will be assigned an independent space, so after you climb the Tongtian Tower, you will not meet other people, and you don't have to be afraid that the group of people behind will catch up with us." Xiao Hei said slowly.

Zhuo Wen rolled his eyes fiercely, most of these guys failed to accomplish anything but failed, and Zhuo Wen didn't bother to pay attention to it.

As he stepped up the steps step by step, Zhuo Wen found that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and this pressure was specifically aimed at the spiritual consciousness.

Zhuowen's spiritual consciousness was too strong, and he didn't take this pressure seriously.

After walking for about half a day, Zhuo Wen stepped out, and a thunderous sound came from between his feet, and then Zhuo Wen stepped out of the steps.

Zhuo Wen looked around and found that it was still a hall, but the hall was empty, and there was still a staircase in the center of the hall.

"Keep going up!"

Zhuo Wen continued to step out and climbed the stairs. The pressure of this ladder is much stronger than that of the eleventh floor.

After a while, Zhuo Wen climbed to the thirteenth floor, and Zhuo Wen found that his spiritual consciousness was subtly becoming stronger as he climbed the stairs.

All the way to the fifteenth floor, Zhuo Wen finally felt the pressure. He stood on the stairs leading to the sixteenth floor, his eyes flickering.

"Maybe I should go to the Valley of Fallen Demons to see, and the fifteenth floor is already the limit of my consciousness!"

Zhuo Wen took out the jade slip that Mo Fan gave him, and his eyes fell on the gate on the side of the hall, which was the world on the fifteenth floor of the Trial Land.

"I heard from Mofan that Falling into the Devil's Valley is very dangerous. I'm afraid it's not appropriate to go there now!" JrNovels.com