Seventh Floor entrance
Zhou Tong stood at the top of the stairs, staring upward. He had been standing here for a long time.
It's not that I can't get up, it's that I'm waiting.
Wait for your Spiritual Power to be adjusted to the best state, wait for that moment of opportunity, and then step into Seventh Floor in one fell swoop, completely crushing Flame City in the field of Three-Mark Rune Master.
Seventh Floor's pressure is equally heavy for him, but it is not unbearable.
With his strength, it is only a matter of time before he steps into Seventh Floor.
But what he wants is not to step in, but to stand firm, so that everyone can see that he, Zhou Tong, is the real Three-Mark Rune Master, the first person of the younger generation Tiandu Prefecture!
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Tong lifted his feet and stepped onto the last step leading to Seventh Floor.
"Buzz--"
The violent mental pressure was suddenly suppressed, which was several times stronger than Sixth Floor! The air was as thick as glue, and tiny golden thunderbolts grew in the void and fell towards him!
Zhou Tong's expression remained unchanged, while Spiritual Power surged with all his strength in the Niwan Palace, turning into an invisible barrier to resist the pressure and thunder.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
He stepped into Seventh Floor!
Zhou Tong A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned around slowly, wanting to overlook the people below and enjoy the glory of that moment.
However, when he turned around, the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Below, on the stone steps leading to Seventh Floor, a figure in a green shirt was slowly climbing up the steps.
His steps were calm and his posture was leisurely, as if he were walking on the stone path in his backyard.
Those Spiritual Thunders that even Zhou Tong found difficult, when they fell around the figure, disappeared silently, as if they had never existed.
Zhou Tong's pupils suddenly contracted.
It's that boy.
Luo Heng!
He... how did he get up? How could he come up so fast?!
And, what the hell is that?! Why can't those Spiritual Thunder hurt him?!
Luo Heng raised his head and made eye contact with Zhou Tong.
That gaze was as calm as water, yet as deep as an abyss.
Zhou Tong felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.
It has been several months since he broke through Three-Mark Rune Master, and he thinks he is unrivaled among the younger generation of Tiandu Prefecture.
But at this moment, facing this boy who was several years younger than him, he actually had the illusion of being completely seen through, even looked down upon.
It felt like I was a frog at the bottom of a well, and the other person was already standing outside the well, overlooking the world.
Luo Heng stepped onto the last step and stood side by side with Zhou Tong.
Seventh Floor's terrifying pressure was indeed like a breeze blowing on his face.
"You..." Zhou Tong's voice was a little dry.
Luo Heng didn't look at him, but looked past him and landed on the stone steps leading to Eighth Floor.
"This is a good place, you can practice here." Luo Heng said calmly.
After saying that, he took steps towards Eighth Floor.
Zhou Tong My whole body felt as if I had been struck by lightning.
Eighth Floor?!
He wants to fuck Eighth Floor?!
"No... impossible!" Zhou Tong lost his voice, with a hint of trembling in his voice. "Eighth Floor's mental pressure is unbearable even for Three-Mark Rune Master in the later stage! How could you..."
Luo Heng didn't look back, just paused slightly.
"That's you, not me." Luo Heng said in a calm tone. This Eighth Floor was not the second time he came.
After finishing his words, he stepped onto the stairs leading to Eighth Floor.
Zhou Tong opened his eyes wide and stared at the figure in the green shirt.
What did he see?
Those Spiritual Thunders that even made his heart palpitate, when they fell on Luo Heng, were swallowed up and dissolved by an invisible force, and finally turned into little golden lights and integrated into his body.
And the terrifying pressure that could crush an ordinary Three-Mark Rune Master was easily isolated by a light golden halo.
That's the power of...Natal Spirit Rune!
Zhou Tong's face turned completely pale.
He remembered what Han Yun said before he came, "Eighth Floor? It's probably that old guy Yan Xuan who is playing tricks."
Now he knew that it was not a pretense.
That's true!
A boy who is less than seventeen years old really embarks on Symbol Master Tower Eighth Floor!
And he, Zhou Tong, had just stepped into Seventh Floor, and he was already complacent, thinking that he had a chance to win.
This is simply... a big joke.
Outside the tower.
In the square, everyone's eyes were fixed on the silver spots on the outer wall of Symbol Master Tower.
Each light point represents the location of Talisman Master.
Fifth Floor, two light spots are quietly entrenched, Liu Long and Cao Zhu.
Sixth Floor, the four light spots are Zi Yue, Han Chong, and the two Two-Mark Realm peak Talisman Master of Tianhuo City.
And Seventh Floor--
When a light spot lit up at the position of Seventh Floor, the whole audience burst into exclamations!
"Seventh Floor! Someone is on Seventh Floor!"
"It's Zhou Tong from Tianhuo City! He really stepped into Seventh Floor!"
Han Yun raised a proud smile on his lips, looked at Master Yan, and was about to say something.
However, the next moment, his smile froze on his face.
Because of the position of Seventh Floor, another light spot lit up.
The second one!
Moreover, the light spot moved extremely fast. It barely stopped at Seventh Floor and went straight to Eighth Floor!
"That's..."
Master Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and then uncontrollable excitement appeared on his face!
That's Luo Heng!
Eighth Floor!
Eighth Floor's light spot is on!
There was a deathly silence in the whole place.
Everyone stared blankly at the silver dot hanging at the highest point, speechless for a long time.
Eighth Floor.
That is the ultimate of Symbol Master Tower, the realm of Three-Mark Rune Master's later years, and a height that countless Talisman Master cannot reach in their entire lives.
At this moment, a boy who was less than seventeen years old was standing there steadily.
But there are also some people who are used to it, especially some students in the Symbol Master Association who are not used to it.
Han Yun's face completely fell.
He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he could not speak at all.
Master Yan took a long breath and looked at the top of the tower, full of joy and pride.
This child is really my Flame City Symbol Master Association lucky person.
Luo Heng sat down calmly and began to practice while planning the next training process. During this period, there was no information about the Tianyan Mountains Ancient Tomb Mansion. If nothing unexpected happened, it would take about 11 months, close to a year, to become stronger.
As for Tower Battle?
He moved his gaze downwards, as if he could "see" the somewhat lost figure in Seventh Floor.
Victory or defeat has already been determined.
He doesn't have to do anything but sit here.
And the opponent has already lost.
Seventh Floor.
Zhou Tong stood there in a daze, looking in the direction of Eighth Floor, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
He lost.
We've already lost before we even had a formal fight.
Total defeat, no doubt about it.
Below, Sixth Floor and Zi Yue raised their heads, a rare smile appearing in their cold eyes.
She knew that Luo Heng was very strong and had never doubted his strength.
This is real... crushing!
Dongzi