Dean Zhou held the detector and ran all the way to the bottom of the tower.
Just after approaching ten meters, the value on the detector exploded and the screen flashed wildly.
"Psychic Tower! This is the Psychic Tower in the record!"
Old Zhou's legs and feet were weak. He was so excited that he sat down on the ground and pointed to the top of the tower.
Everyone looked up.
Above the spire, there is a blue crystal suspended.
The light pours and flows from top to bottom, covering the entire ancient pagoda.
"Minister Qin! Ancient Soul Crystal! That is definitely Ancient Soul Crystal!"
Dean Zhou pulled Qin Zhan's trouser leg, his hands trembling.
"This thing is strategic grade. If we take it back, our Great Xia and Psychic Master's cultivation speed can be doubled!"
Upon hearing this, Li Zhengyang's ears perked up.
Double?
Strategic level?
"How much is this broken stone worth?"
He walked over quickly.
When Dean Zhou heard this, he became anxious. "It is not vulgar to raise money! This is a rare treasure that can only be found."
Li Zhengyang was happy. "I understand, it's a priceless treasure."
He stared at the stone at the top of the tower, and the place Demonic Core just now no longer smelled good.
Qin Zhan looked solemn. "This is the only passage leading to the core area. Those Demon-Human gang must have entered. We must chase them."
He waved his hand and ordered, "Squadron 1, the front row with heavy shields is testing forward!"
Two heavily armed Imperial Guards held shields and strode towards the tower door.
My left foot just crossed the threshold.
"Plop!"
The two strong men hit the ground straight up, their shields causing cracks in the stone slabs.
They didn't even let out a scream and fell to the ground on the spot.
"Back!"
Qin Zhan, with quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward and grabbed the two of them, forcefully pulling them out.
Two Imperial Guards were lying on the ground, twitching wildly and rolling their eyes.
Dean Zhou looked at the random data on the instrument and turned pale.
"Ten times the gravity! Ten times the entry level!" The old man's voice trembled, "Not only gravity, but also mental coercion! This tower is a dual formation, and non-top experts will be crushed to pieces immediately after entering!"
Lei Qianjue took off his coat and threw it to Lu Anguo.
"I'll come."
Lao Lei was shirtless, and his purple and gold clothes crackled with thunder and lightning.
He didn't get much success just by killing Demonic Wolf, so he was worried that Blood Qi was useless.
"It's only ten times the gravity, but you still want to stop me?"
Lei Qianjue rushed towards the tower door with a long stride, and stepped on the first step with his right foot.
"Boom!"
The body sank instantly.
He gritted his teeth and braved the heavy pressure to move up to the second and third steps.
As soon as he stood firm, there was a loud buzzing in Lao Lei's head.
"Ah!"
Lei Qianjue groaned, holding his head with both hands, losing his balance and falling backwards.
He stepped on the wrong foot, rolled down the steps, and fell out of the tower door on his back.
Lu Anguo hurriedly helped him up.
Lei Qianjue was sweating profusely and gasping for breath. "No... I can still resist gravity, but the mental pain is so terrible that my head will explode."
Qin Zhan was so anxious that he stamped his feet.
"Even you can't resist, we can only be stuck here! Once Demon-Human gets Ancient Soul Crystal, Great Xia will have to play it all."
Li Zhengyang hung Abyssfall Dragon Spear on his back.
He moved his wrists and twisted his neck.
"What a big deal."
He put his hands in his pockets and strode toward the tower door.
Qin Zhan was horrified and stretched out his hand to pull. "Zhengyang! Don't resist! The pressure even makes Lao Lei..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Zhengyang had already crossed the threshold.
One foot was firmly planted on the first step.
Buzz!
It hit my head with ten times the force of gravity.
<Primal Chaos Dragon Elephant Body> operates automatically when stimulated by external forces.
Blood Qi traveled around the surface of the skin.
Li Zhengyang paused slightly for half a second.
He shook his shoulders.
Ten times gravity?
This amount is not even enough to loosen his bones.
Immediately afterwards, Sea of Consciousness hit him with mental pressure.
Just touched the edge of Sea of Consciousness.
Prison Dragon Asura Armor appears automatically.
Snap.
The mental pressure that was enough to give Martial Saint a splitting headache was shattered to pieces by an arrogant force on the spot.
Not only did it not cause any harm, it turned into a bit of cool energy, which moisturized Li Zhengyang and Sea of Consciousness comfortably.
"It's pretty cool."
Li Zhengyang is happy.
outside the door.
Qin Zhan, Lei Qianjue and Lu Anguo gathered together and stared at the monitoring screen on the tactical tablet.
The drone was parked outside the door, its camera focused on the inside of the tower.
On the screen, Li Zhengyang not only did not lie down, but tiptoed and started running up the spiral steps.
It was still a trot at first.
After running two floors, he felt that climbing step by step was too slow, so he simply took off.
He jumped up and down the three or four steps, his movements flowing smoothly, and his speed became faster and faster.
Lu Anguo swallowed and turned to look at the exhausted Lei Qianjue: "Old Lei, when you went up just now, was it really ten times the gravity?"
Lei Qianjue covered his aching head and cursed, "Nonsense! My dignified Martial Saint was almost pushed to his knees. This kid is totally unreasonable!"
Qin Zhan wiped the sweat from his forehead. "How did this kid develop his physical and mental strength..."
Inside the tower, halfway up the mountain.
Hundreds of Red-Bone Demon-Humans are forming a long queue, crawling hard on the stairs.
The gravity here has reached fifteen times.
With every step he took, his bones screamed.
The accompanying mental sting caused many Demon-Humans to bleed from their orifices, and the steps along the way were covered with black blood.
One Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Demon-Human clung to the edge of the steps, breathing heavily, and its legs were shaking.
"It's really hard to climb this broken building... my legs are all numb."
The Demon-Human in front turned around and gritted his teeth. "Hold on! The king is opening the way in front. We must guard this passage and not let any Human Race come up."
"Don't worry."
Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Demon-Human spat out bloody spit, "With this fifteen times gravity, Human Race's crispy bones were crushed into meat patties as soon as they came in. Who can..."
"Ta-ta-ta-ta."
Suddenly there was a burst of brisk and dense footsteps below.
Extremely fast, with a strong sense of rhythm.
Both Demon-Human turned their stiff necks with difficulty and looked down.
At the corner of the stairs, a Human Race young man took three steps and two steps at a time, rushing up all the way.
He didn't even take a breath, he jumped up five steps.
Demon-Human's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
hallucination.
This is definitely an illusion caused by mental coercion!
Under fifteen times the gravity, how could this Human Race walk so arrogantly!
In the blink of an eye, Li Zhengyang had rushed to the other end Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Demon-Human.
"Borrowed it."
Li Zhengyang thought he was in the way, so he directly stepped on Demon-Human's broad back and used his strength to push up.
Click.
Eighth-Rank Martial Artist Demon-Human's spine was trampled on and off, spitting out a large mouthful of broken internal organs. He couldn't even scream and rolled down the stairs, knocking over a group of his fellow humans behind him.
Li Zhengyang used the force of this kick to jump up another seven or eight steps and landed steadily in front.
Demon-Human Before his mind could turn around, he subconsciously raised the bone knife in his hand.
"Human Race..."
"I have no time for you."
Li Zhengyang slapped the bone knife.
The monster's power exploded.
The bone knife flew back and directly split open his Tianling Cap.
Li Zhengyang reached into the flesh and blood smoothly, took out Demonic Core and accepted it smoothly.
The entire movement didn't even pause for half a second, and he continued to run upwards.
The remaining Demon-Human are all stupid.
What kind of monster is this?
Climb the tower faster than they can run on the ground, kill high-level Demon-Human without even using the second move?
"Stop him!"
Demon-Human, who had regained consciousness for a few moments, roared angrily and wanted to form a formation.
Unfortunately, under the pressure of fifteen times gravity, it took them three seconds to even raise their arms.
Li Zhengyang barged in, stepping on Demon-Human's shoulders and heads, and leaped upwards.
Every time a foot falls, it must be accompanied by the sound of cracking bones.
Screams echoed one after another in the circular passage.
Higher up the stairs, at the front of the Demon-Human team.
A Demon-Human wearing a tattered black robe stopped.
He turned his head and lifted his hood, his bloodshot face looking gloomy.
Martial Saint Second Rank's breath circulated vaguely around him, and the powerful demonic energy forcefully pushed away the surrounding gravity to create a small vacuum.
Red Bone Clan High Priest, He Lian Wu.
Helian Cheng led the team straight to the top of the tower, leaving him here to take care of the clansmen at the rear.
He Lian Wu looked at Li Zhengyang, who was running upwards on the head of his own race, and snorted coldly.
"Human Race? There are really people who are not afraid of death and come to your doorstep."
He looked at Li Zhengyang's overwhelming speed.
"No matter how strong your body is, you are still seeking death in this tower."
He Lian Wu raised his hand and scratched his palm.
Purple blood gushed out and slapped hard on the stone wall next to it.
"Kill, open."
The whole staircase shook violently.
The surrounding air was extremely compressed, causing a sharp explosion.
A force of gravity far exceeding fifteen times poured down from the top of the steps towards Li Zhengyang.