Chongtian slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on the sword demon's corpse that had long been lost. A complex and difficult-to-distinguished look flashed in his eyes, including regret for the sword demon's death at an early age, helplessness for the tragedy of his fellow disciples, and more of worry and sorrow about the future fate of the Magic Tower.

He sighed softly, his voice full of fatigue and vicissitudes, and said, "If you weren't stubborn and determined to act alone, the sword demon would not only not die here, but our magic building would also have an up-and-comer with extraordinary talent."

A trace of blame was faintly revealed in his eyes. In his heart, he resuscited for his own selfishness and completely ignored the overall interests of the Magic Tower and forced to attack Ling Xiao, which led to the current situation of losing both sides.

"Hmph!" He snorted again, and the cold snorted as if he had been squeezed out from his teeth, full of anger and disdain. He stopped saying a word, and suddenly shook his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the direction of the hall.

The momentum was like a gust of wind, trying to sweep everything around him. Seeing this, Mosha and others hurriedly followed him quickly. The group looked solemn, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it seemed to be able to twist out water, making people breathless.

When you step into the hall, the luxurious decorations come into your eyes, but for some reason, there is a gloomy and weird atmosphere. The huge chandeliers hang high above your head, emitting a dim and dim light, pulling everyone's figures long and projecting on the cold ground, adding a bit of weirdness.

Mo Zhi quickly walked forward, with a look of reverence and a hint of anxiety, bowed and asked, "Sect Master, the situation is like this now, what should we do next?" His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. Faced with the current complex and difficult situation, he racked his brains, but he really couldn't think of how the Magic Tower would break the deadlock.

"Wait!" Reopened and sat steadily in the main seat, leaning back slightly, his face calm, making people unable to understand his thoughts. He said lightly: "Next, Zhaixing Tower City is going to be in chaos for a while, so let's wait and see the show."

His voice was calm and firm, as if everything was within his expectations and was under his control.

"Watch the show?" Mo Zhi was stunned for a moment, and a blank expression appeared on his face. He frowned slightly, and quickly thought about the deep meaning of the words in his mind. Suddenly, he thought of the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord who was taken away, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his face showed a sudden enlightenment.

He knew in his heart that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was definitely a hot potato. With the strength of those foreign masters, he could not control this artifact at all. At this moment, I am afraid that all forces in Zhaixing Tower City had set their sights on it, and a thrilling battle for the battle had already begun quietly in the secret.

Mosha was not as delicate as Mozhi. He scratched his head, looked unhappy, and said loudly:

"Master, I really can't understand that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is extremely precious to our Demon Tower. Should we just give up and not fight for it?" His eyes were full of unwillingness. In his heart, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is the key to the rise of the Demon Tower and an opportunity to change the fate of the Demon Tower. How can we give up easily?

Resuspend did not answer immediately, but just sat there quietly, his eyes as deep as abyss, making people unable to guess what he was thinking.

Mo Zhi turned his head and looked at Mo Sha with a helpless smile on his face, and said earnestly: "Some things seem extremely powerful and can bring supreme glory and power, but in fact, they may be the beginning of a disaster. So what if we fight for it? Can you really be invincible if you get it?"

His voice was filled with vicissitudes and wisdom, trying to make the demons understand the interests.

After hearing this, Mosha still disagreed. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "This sword is extraordinary. If we can get it, it will at least make the strength of the Magic Building a higher level!"

His eyes were full of firmness and persistence, and he firmly believed that the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword could bring earth-shaking changes to the Demon Tower and make the Demon Tower dominate the Zhaixing Tower City.

Mo Zhi shook his head gently, and the bitter smile on his face became stronger, and he said:

"Go to the next level? Look, before we become stronger, the entire Magic Tower will be uprooted and completely destroyed! That is not a treasure, but a bomb that may detonate at any time. If we fight rashly, it will definitely cause a catastrophe to the Magic Tower. Don't say more, just wait and see what the changes will happen."

His voice was full of worries and worries, and he knew the huge crisis hidden behind the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

"But didn't we come for this treasure at the beginning?" Mosha still refused to give up and continued to ask. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. He really didn't understand why he had to give up now. Wouldn't the previous efforts be wasted?

"Of course, I want the treasure, but not now. Moreover, even if I get it, I must not let anyone know." Reopening finally spoke again, his voice was low and powerful, as if announcing a major decision about the life and death of the Magic Building.

"Okay, that's it. Everyone goes back and rest well and wait for the opportunity." He waved his hand and signaled everyone to retreat. After hearing this, everyone nodded and dispersed.

Outside the Zhaixing Tower City, the strong wind roared, like beasts breaking free from their shackles, rushing around between the sky and the earth. The trees around were unable to withstand the raging wind, and were blown to the east and west, making a "crunching" sound. The sound was shrill and sad, as if it was a sad song for this cruel battle that was about to break out.

The dust on the ground was swept up by the strong wind, causing a suffocating depression and tension to permeate the entire world. On this chaotic battlefield, five figures intersected like ghosts, launching a thrilling death-ending battle around the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

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The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was like a demon god in the dark night, emitting a deep black light. In this light, a powerful and evil force was faintly surging, as if silently proclaiming its extraordinary and domineering to all things in the world.

Among these five people, the strong man holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was particularly eye-catching. He was burly and sturdy, like a towering hill, as if he could support this sky. Every muscle of his body was tense, like steel, bulging high, exuding a terrifying sense of power.
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