Chapter 532: Showdown in the Tower!

"You!"

"How is it possible?"

Xiao Zhen was shocked. The former empress was just an ordinary person, but she could break through the fairy's tricks?

Until the moment the light screen shattered, it seemed to tear the disguise of the girl Xiao Zhen completely apart. She was wearing a gorgeous imperial skirt, but it was difficult to hide her embarrassment. The phoenix crown on her head was tilted and the imperial skirt was messy.

Because she was frightened and wanted to escape, she ran hurriedly and stepped on the hem of the imperial skirt. She fell to the ground with a plop, and her mouth and nose bled. Xiao Zhen looked back and saw Wang Ruyi walking slowly with a sword.

In the last second, she thought she was the most noble woman in the world, and in the next second she half-climbed and half-rolled, fleeing in embarrassment, the phoenix crown fell to the ground, her long hair was scattered, and she was in a trance...

No matter how gorgeous her clothes were, she was no different from the dirty beggars in the deep alley.

The bathing of power and wealth did not change her dirty nature.

She crawled in a panic, looking around without caring about her image. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she saw a long sword scattered on the ground. She stumbled and crawled over, pulled out the sword, and there was a hint of ferocity between her eyebrows.

She faced each other with swords, but retreated step by step. In terms of momentum, she had already lost completely. Wang Ruyi continued to press step by step. The tempered emperor's heart and will were so pure and solid. Except for a certain white-clothed man who could influence him a little, what else could he fear, even if he was afraid of life and death?

Such a person walked towards Xiaozhen, even if he was wearing plain clothes from the common people, what could it matter? Xiaozhen, who was beside Wu Ji Beiming, had never changed from beginning to end.

A beggar facing an emperor...

Just kneeling down and surrendering.

"Clang--"

The long sword in Xiaozhen's hand fell, and with a plop, he knelt on the ground, begging Wang Ruyi not to kill him.

Wang Ruyi held the Qingping long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was against Xiaozhen's neck and throat, and he slowly lifted her face up, and their eyes met.

Wang Ruyi felt bored for a moment, the person who had harmed her and stripped her name was just such a scum, so unbearable, so ugly, and so greedy.

"I won't kill you." Wang Ruyi said lightly.

Xiaozhen was ecstatic for a moment.

Wang Ruyi raised the tip of the sword lightly, slowly scratched Xiaozhen's cheek, leaving a long bloody mark, Xiaozhen was crying, her eyes were fierce, but the corners of her mouth were raised as much as possible, revealing a flattering smile.

She let Wang Ruyi scratch her face, it felt very painful, but in order to survive, Xiaozhen did not dare to make any resistance. It seemed that he was just waiting for Wang Ruyi to vent his anger in his heart, and the matter would be over.

In a moment.

Xiaozhen's face was full of scratches, crisscrossed, very scary, Wang Ruyi put away the sword.

He did not kill Xiaozhen, but also remembered another reason.

What Li Changxiao wanted seemed to be in this person. Whether to kill or not, it would not be too late to make a decision when the outcome of the battle was clear.

…

Outside the Dan Tower, the wind was calm.

Inside the Dan Tower, the wind and waves were surging.

In that layer of space, sometimes there was a torrential downpour, sometimes there was golden light, sometimes there was a sonic boom, and sometimes it suddenly stopped.

Li Changxiao fought and retreated. It was indeed difficult to shake Ji Beiming with his own cultivation. After fighting for nearly a hundred hands, he took out the Queyang gold powder and combined it with Fuhua Qingfeng to fight against the art of creation.

The blessing of the two barely made Ji Beiming feel troubled and began to treat it carefully. However, Ji Beiming was so difficult to deal with. He had been fighting with magic weapons for a long time and maintaining the operation of the Zhenyun device. Even if Li Changxiao had a constant supply of spiritual energy in the dream space, there was still a great risk of overdraft.

In addition, Xu was wary of Ji Beiming's brazen attack, which seemed to have reached a certain critical point. Li Changxiao closed his eyes and opened them again, entering a state of sleepwalking.

The spiritual energy in his body was replenished in two places at the same time.

First, the spiritual energy in the dream space was replenished.

Second, lack of sleep.

The two effects were superimposed, and the spiritual energy in his body had a tendency to recover. However, at this time, Ji Beiming also realized that something was wrong. It was outrageous for a cultivator who had reached the state of transformation to summon the Zhenyun device and use magic weapons to fight the enemy.

He had never thought deeply about this before, but now that there were more than a hundred battles, the reality forced him to think about it. Could it be that...

This person has a trick to restore spiritual energy?

It is impossible for a mere strong man who has reached the state of transformation to have so much spiritual energy.

If you understand one thought, you will understand everything. In an instant, he understood why the other party summoned the Zhenyun device and pulled him into the tower. If the assumption is true, this person must want to use up his own spiritual energy to win!

Ji Beiming suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and the death of several tribesmen in the past was also completely understood at this moment. A cultivator with infinite spiritual energy, a movement control device, and the human race's extremely powerful magic weapon, Queyang Gold Powder, who is only in the middle stage of the Refining Void, and has come to the land of the mermaids, has absolutely no chance of winning.

Although he felt cold, Ji Beiming was not panicked. This movement control device blocked his retreat, and also blocked the opponent's retreat. Moreover... with Ji Beiming's strength, if the opponent only had this magic weapon, he would not be able to restrain him.

Thinking about this, Ji Beiming gradually revealed his murderous intent. He blew the mist of dreams, and with extremely strong spiritual energy, he attached thousands of kilograms of water vapor to the Queyang Gold Powder.

Queyang Gold Powder is originally a fine powder, and each small grain is like a small sun, with shocking heat and amazing killing power. However, Ji Beiming is a genius, and he actually came up with such a method to greatly weaken the power of this treasure.

Although the treasure is mysterious, the one who activates it is only a god after all. The Queyang gold powder is covered by water vapor, which firstly reduces the temperature of the gold powder and secondly increases the difficulty for Li Changxiao to control the Queyang gold powder with Fuhua Qingfeng.

If Li Changxiao wants to maintain his power, he needs to invest more spiritual energy. Even if the power of the Queyang gold powder remains, what can he do? Even if he is a god.

It was foolish to fight a powerful person at the peak of the Void Refining Realm in a closed space with a body of the Transformed Spirit. Ji Beiming attacked mercilessly, and his palm instantly pierced through Li Changxiao's chest, dripping with blood.

"It's a good idea, but it's too stupid." Ji Beiming said lightly, turning around and walking back.

The fear in his heart made him dare not hold back, let alone explore the secrets of this person. He was afraid that if he had such a thought, he would die. Ji Beiming himself didn't know that his back had been soaked with cold sweat.

That fear would gradually ferment, brew, and become strong when he recalled it in the future, and even accompany him for a lifetime. But whether Ji Beiming still has a chance is unknown.

He frowned suddenly and looked down at his palm. The feeling of the sharp claw piercing his chest just now was not false, he was absolutely sure. And the moment the sharp claw pierced his chest, the spiritual energy rushed into his body, instantly smashing his internal organs.

There is no way to survive.

But why...

This Danta's power is still there?

Ji Beiming's hair stood up, and he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp. When he looked back, the white-clothed man had disappeared.

Instead, there was a mysterious rhythm of the constant alternation of truth and falsehood.