What Happened to the Promised Hell Mode? Why Did Everything Suddenly Turn So Fresh and Gentle?

Demon Suppression Tower Outside, when the light spots representing the life breath of all the prisoners on the sixth floor were all extinguished in just one stick of incense, the entire monitoring center fell into an unprecedented silence.

Li Tiancheng's face was ashen, and he knew that the trap he had created was too big to be dealt with.

But inside the Heart Inquiry Pavilion, the commander-in-chief Wei Zheng's light words of "just wait and see what happens and let nature take its course" were like Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle, which instantly suppressed all the chaos that was about to break out.

Until...

"Pass this order."

"Seal the area around Demon Suppression Tower and no one is allowed to come near! All information about the unusual activities in the tower is classified as top secret. Anyone who dares to leak a word will be punished as treason, the Yi tribe!"

Li Tiancheng trembled all over.

Block messages?

Not even reported to His Majesty??

"Sir, Your Majesty has been paying attention to this matter. If you don't report it..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Tiancheng fell to his knees with a plop, his eyes filled with fear that penetrated his bones.

Wei Zheng ignored him and just turned his gaze again to the huge black tower that stood silently like an ancient ferocious beast.

In those deep eyes, there flashed a strange light that even he himself had not noticed.

"With this chess piece you placed, whose chessboard are you trying to... overturn?"

At the same time, Demon Suppression Tower, the entrance from the sixth floor to the seventh floor.

Lin Feng exhaled a long breath of turbid air that smelled of blood, and shook off the non-existent blood stains on "Killing Blade".

At his feet is the overlord of the sixth level, a demon giant who has half a foot stepped into the Martial Apex Realm, the head that refuses to rest in peace.

[Ding! Successfully killed Martial Grandmaster Realm ninth level peak warrior!]

[Crit Multiplier increased to 9000 times! Obtain Crit Points 20000000 points!]

Listening to the system prompt sound in his mind, Lin Feng curled his lips and showed some dissatisfaction on his face.

"Only 20 million? Poor guy."

He glanced at his attribute panel, which had once again skyrocketed, and the boring feeling belonging to the strong in his heart became a little stronger.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Martial Soul Realm first level (suppressed by "Mortality Transformation Grand Formation")]

[Exercise: "Undying Asura Body" (Introduction)]

[Martial skills:...(collapsed)]

[Shenfa:...(folded)]

[Crit Multiplier:9000 times]

[Crit Points:685600000]

"Six hundred and eighty million... barely enough to master the body-training techniques."

Lin Feng shook his head, no longer interested in this kind of "mosquito-leg"-like income.

He raised his head and stared at the giant bronze door leading to the seventh floor, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

According to the cries of the previous prisoners before they died, the seventh floor is the real core of this Demon Suppression Tower.

Those detained there are no longer simple prisoners, but "taboos" that can shake the foundation of the country!

"Hopefully, there will be some decent appetizers."

Lin Feng moved his muscles and bones, and his whole body made a sound like fried beans. Then, under the pressure of "Mortality Transformation Grand Formation" that was enough to make anyone in the outside world feel numb, he casually pushed open the giant bronze door weighing one million kilograms.

Crunch.

Amidst the harsh friction sound, a smell that was completely different from the filthy smell of blood, violence, and putrefaction on the first six floors rushed towards my face.

That's a wave of...

The elegant fragrance of ink is mixed with a touch of sandalwood and the unique, calm smell of ancient paper.

Lin Feng's brows were raised imperceptibly.

The script is wrong.

What about the promised hell mode?

Why did the painting style suddenly become fresh and fresh?

He stepped in, and the sight in front of him made his heart, which had been polished by the mountain of corpses and sea of blood for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little ripple.

Here, there are no imaginary mountains of swords and seas of fire, no wailing evil spirits, and no peerless evil spirits chained up.

Here is actually an extremely huge, yet extremely elegant academy.

The bookshelf, which is as high as the top, is made of unknown wood. There are a vast number of ancient books neatly placed on it, ranging from a collection of classics and history to martial arts secrets, from anecdotes to astrology, everything is included.

The ground is paved with warm white marble, and the light is discernible.

In the center, there is a small pond, with a few koi carps swimming leisurely in it. There is also a vigorous ancient pine planted next to it. Under the pine, there is a stone table and an end game.

Beside the mess, a middle-aged man wearing a washed white Confucian shirt, with a face as gentle as jade and an elegant and easy-going temperament, was sitting cross-legged with a guqin across his knees.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his slender fingers were gently playing on the strings. An ethereal and distant song, "High Mountains and Flowing Water" that seemed to be able to cleanse people's soul, slowly flowed out from his fingertips, adding an indescribable sense of Zen to this dead space.

Lin Feng stood at the door and did not move.

His consciousness, comparable to that of the Martial Apex Realm, was like an invisible tide, instantly covering the entire seventh level.

However, the result he got set off alarm bells in his heart!

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him had no spiritual energy fluctuations, no True Qi circulation, and not even a trace of murderous intent.

He is like the most ordinary teacher who has no strength to restrain himself.

But Lin Feng's beast-like intuition, honed in countless life-and-death fights, was screaming at him crazily!

Danger!

Extreme danger!

It felt like a rabbit breaking into the lair of an ancient dragon that was sleeping, Heaven-Swallowing Earth-Devouring!

The sound of the middle-aged Confucian scholar's piano slowly stopped.

He did not open his eyes, but cast his gaze in the direction of Lin Feng, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if he had already known his arrival.

"As soon as you enter this door, you will cut off your past and worldly thoughts."

His voice is warm and magnetic, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, making people feel close to him unconsciously.

"My little friend, since you are here, why are you standing at the door?"

"Why don't you come over and have a chat?"

He pointed to the game that had already been prepared in front of him and issued an invitation.

Lin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He could feel that from the moment he stepped onto the seventh floor, he was completely locked by an invisible force.

That is not a "potential" or a "domain", but a higher-level power of law that seems to be integrated with the entire Demon Suppression Tower!

Here, the other party is the sky!

"Interesting."

Lin Feng's face showed not only the slightest fear, but also a hint of high-spirited excitement.

He put away Killing Blade, strode over, and sat down calmly opposite the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Please."