The Tower of Tongtian means to connect to the sky, who can connect to the sky?

The barefoot monk gave a perfect answer, his strong body, his murderous intention, and his own qualities that understand everything.

What exactly will exist on the fourth floor?

Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi kicked up the four floors uneasyly. There was no white jade floor, no flying sword, no red line, only a dark corridor!

The corridor is dark and has hidden light and restrained. This scene will give people a visual illusion, as if there is a beast in the corridor that is devouring everything.

Zhang Xiaodao and Monk Fayi both have excellent eyesight. When they saw the light sucking and spitting out, there seemed to be... eyes in the railing?

The two of them were shocked and sweated in cold sweat.

"Where did the little kid come from?"

In this extremely quiet space, a sudden sound came into the ears of the two of them. The sound was torn and hoarse, and the words were a little unclear, as if there was an iron piece stuck in their throat.

Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi's faces suddenly changed, not because they were afraid, because this was not the real sound from their throats, but the imitation of the vitality.

Is there someone in the Tower of Heaven? No one had ever thought about it, and Zhang Xiaodao couldn't help but think that if the sound was human, then how many years had this person been here?

Just when he was surprised, a second voice came: "Mutual, have you seen someone?"

The voice came from the depths of the corridor. A pair of pupils raised, and two beams of light scattered out of the pupils. Two light scattered magically appeared in this dark corridor.

With the lights of these two bright lights, the scene in Zhang Xiaodao's pupils gradually became clear, and cages came into view. His eyes raised and looked at Zhang Xiaodao and the Dharma. Unscrupulous and terrifying laughter suddenly rang out.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!"

It was a group of people who made laughter and had all kinds of emotions.

Excited, hesitant, loneliness, timidity, madness! Everyone has different emotions for everyone, because they have been here for thirty years!

Zhang Xiaodao and Fayi subconsciously took a step back and saw their cheeks as pale as paper because they had been living in the dark for a long time.

There are twelve cages in the corridor, and there are twelve people in the cages.

Some people have their legs cut off, some have empty arms in their long sleeves, some have eyes unable to see objects, and some have no tongue in their mouths. One mouth is a sore...

This terrifying picture shocked Zhang Xiaodao's body and mind. He didn't know why these people were closed here, but he knew what the fourth floor of the Tower of the Heavenly Tower meant.

"Little kid, I haven't eaten anything for a long time. How about tearing a piece of meat?"

Zhang Xiaodao was silent for a moment, but Monk Fayi rolled up his sleeves at this moment.

Zhang Xiaodao shuddered. He knew Fayi's temperament. He immediately pressed his arm and said, "No."

Monk Fayi raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "I don't know why the master imprisoned these people here. Even if he was extremely guilty, he would be rewarded if he died!"

Zhang Xiaodao was silent for a moment, looked at the twelve people who came to the cage with various actions that were breathing in front of him, and said to Fayi: "What if you give them meat?"

This time, the monk Fayi was silent.

Zhang Xiaodao said: "I finally understand why your master asked me to break into the tower with you. There may be many reasons, but it is inevitable that you will stop yourself from giving up your flesh and being an eagle."

Fayi did not know the allusion that the Buddha once gave up his flesh and fed the eagle. He just couldn't bear the experience of these people.

Zhang Xiaodao patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think about such stupid things, nor do you have to do it. I know you are not angry. When you and I walk through this layer, I will give you an explanation."

Fayi didn't know what Zhang Xiaodao's so-called explanation was. But he believed Zhang Xiaodao and nodded heavily.

The closest thing to the two was the mute. Although his limbs were healthy, he spoke in a very terrifying voice. He used his energy to whisper: "I really want to tear the flesh for us to eat. Look at this little monk's outfit, is it the apprentice of the barefoot monk?"

Fayi immediately said: "That's right!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone let out another terrifying laughter that could pierce the eardrums of their own.

But as the laughter became louder and more presumptuous, Zhang Xiaodao's brows became deeper and deeper. He was really annoyed by this voice. More importantly, he was sure that these people wanted to kill them, so he said: "A group of old disabled people, if laughter can scare us, how could we stand here?"

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and an old man with broken arms said, "Can a child speaks wildly, can he recognize my identity?"

Zhang Xiaodao said disdainfully: "What is the identity?"

"I am the first of the twelve mounts of the Holy See in the past!"

Zhang Xiaodao raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that this identity could not be fake. If Master Fayi detained these people here, it was just for the purpose of training people entering the Tower of Heaven, wouldn’t it be too much fun?

If I and the little monk are really dying here, will the barefoot monk take action when he is in danger?

At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao thought a lot, ignored the old man who claimed his identity, but looked at the only staircase at the end of the dark corridor with a halo, and his heart was twisted and turned.

The old man seemed a little angry, and he shouted angrily: "I'm afraid you two are also the best people in the young generation of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I wonder if you dare to leave this corridor?"

Zhang Xiaodao whispered: "No wonder you were locked up here, it turned out to be a group of idiots."

The sound of scolding sounded in an instant, as if it was too boring to be locked up here. Twelve old men who seemed to be disabled and strong intent seemed to have gathered countless swear words into a basin of black water and poured them on Zhang Xiaodao.

Zhang Xiaodao was completely unaware of the greetings of these people to his eighteen generations of ancestors. He whispered: "I don't know if anyone has walked here before, but it doesn't matter whether there is one. What is important is that the people who detain you here hope that you will do this. Only in this way can we exercise our effects."

Zhang Xiaodao's words were reasonable and the roar gradually calmed down. Zhang Xiaodao knew that they were thinking, and did not disturb him, and stood silently in the same place.

Not long after, someone finally said, "So what if you are being used? As long as you two dare to come, I will dare to kill you. I will tear you to pieces."

This is a simpler truth. Since they are all dying people and have been in this place where there is no skylight, they don’t care about being not being used. If they can pull two cushions before they die, what’s more important is that since the barefoot monk dares to let the two of them come into the place, they have high hopes for the two of them. Even if they kill them, even if they make the terrifying monk sad, it is a happy thing for these old people!

Monk Fayi was still silent, and he said, "Let me go and I'll go find the master to argue!"

Everyone was stunned and had no idea what to do with the Dharma.

Zhang Xiaodao pulled out the long sword and said to Fayi: "Since your master has put them here, he has calculated everything, and it is useless to say more." As he said that, he snorted coldly, "They are really a group of idiots."

Zhang Xiaodao tried to defeat the enemy without fighting with a provocation, but it was obvious that killing them was more important than anything else for the twelve old men.

Fayi whispered: "Be careful."

The twelve old men burst out laughing again, watching Zhang Xiaodao come with his sword, a hint of praise flashed through his eyes. Then there was endless resentment.

Thirty years ago, King Yue Ding led the people to build the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The Western Regions and the Great Wilderness hoped that the current prosperous Tang Dynasty would continue to have civil strife, and then sent countless masters to stop the Tang army, which had already become arrogant at that time.

The twelve of them were the best, either defeated by the barefoot monk or failed by the gentleman. They were crushed by the curly army, or beaten by the slut riding a donkey...

They were all great figures from thirty years ago. They were once infinitely glorious, but now they are prisoners in the Tower of Heaven, and the reasons are particularly consistent. Because they are all afraid of death.

Thirty years ago, the enemies who stood opposite the prosperous Tang Dynasty were not afraid of death had all died, and thirty years later, these people who were afraid of death lived in a cage.

It is hard to imagine. In those years, the old people have survived by memories and have survived to this day. As time goes by, they are not as good as death, but they still dare not seek death. This has to be said that the big guys who discussed and imprisoned them here are too accurate to look at people.

And today, they welcomed guests, and they wanted to leave them here to retaliate against the big man who imprisoned them here, and this corridor naturally became a battlefield.

Zhang Xiaodao understood this truth. Although he didn't know what historical origins, he paused after taking two steps, and couldn't help but laugh, raised his head and asked inexplicably: "You guys are disabled, I have a question I want to ask for advice. I wonder if I can see the teachings?"

The old men in the two cages in the front row were ready for their attacks. At this time, Zhang Xiaodao suddenly stopped and asked a question. I don’t know if the battle intelligence was too high and wanted to disrupt their rhythm with this, or if he really had a question in his heart that he had to ask.

No one answered Zhang Xiaodao, and the fourth floor of the Futu Tower fell into silence. Zhang Xiaodao asked with his sword eyebrows in a tangled way: "What I really want to ask is that although you old guys don't tie your hands and feet here, how to solve the problem of shit and peeing."

"Well, I know this problem is a bit disgusting, but when I was a child, I read a lot of martial arts novels. They were imprisoned in some place to practice peerless magic skills, and never had to worry about these trivial problems in life."

The old man in the front row laughed and said in a phonography: "I see that you two are only in the Lingyuan Realm, so naturally they don't know the magical powers of the Mysterious Realm of Life. You are boring at this time. With your cultivation level, you will definitely die. If you are dissatisfied, come in and try it."

Zhang Xiaodao thought about the previous Dharma-Yi Xuan Realm that he mastered the mind at the peak of the Ming Xuan Realm. He looked at people casually and died. He said, "Is it possible that if you look at the Ming Xuan Realm casually and the shit disappears into the air?"

"And you, that old man, didn't even have a butt. Are you stool rushing up now? It's all squeezed into your mind."

Fa Yi looked at Zhang Xiaodao with some incomprehension, not understanding why he deliberately aroused the anger of these terrifying opponents.

Only Zhang Xiaodao knew in his heart that this level must be extremely difficult. He did not dare to test whether the barefoot monk would come to rescue him when his life was in danger. So if he wanted to pass this level, he had to do everything he could!

The twelve old men were all very old, so old that they would feel tired no matter what they did. He believed that the anger he provoked would take some of their energy.

He believed that if he didn't fight at this time, these old disabled people would be very angry, and getting angry would also consume their physical strength. So he turned around and walked back to Fayi and smiled and said, "What I'm teasing about you is indeed a group of old disabled people who have shit in their heads."
Chapter completed!