Now, so some people have seen that the hell tower will be more dangerous the further back. The eleventh floor now costs them the price of death of six people. If there are still twelve or thirteen floors, what price will they pay?

"Old Zhou, what do you think?" Zhang Baosheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his face turned pale.

Although he is a famous martial arts master, his heart is also starting to be upset at this moment.

Zhou Kesheng's face was solemn, and he said slowly: "What else can I do? I can only continue walking along the metal door. There is only one metal door on each floor. Do we have any other ways to get out?"

Wen Xiu walked to the wall on the side, looked at the terrible cracks that appeared on the wall, and murmured: "Do we want to find a way to destroy this wall? If we explode the crack, maybe... can we escape from here?"

Xiao Lingzao used his "eye consciousness" to carefully check the cracks, and only felt a chaotic mass outside the crack, which was faintly filled with extremely terrifying destructive power. Once he entered, he was afraid that he would die immediately. It was impossible to escape from the crack.

But he did not say what he saw, because he knew that these people could not escape from the crack.

Someone listened to Wen Zaixu's suggestion and began to take out bundles of explosives, stuff them into the cracks on the wall, ignite the explosives, and wanted to blow the cracks up a hole that could accommodate a person through.

After the loud bang, the powerful explosive exploded, but the crack was not damaged at all.

Seeing this scene, many people showed despair.

Although the walls of this Hell Tower show cracks like spider webs, the solidity of the wall is far beyond imagination. Even the powerful explosive can't explode, so it is impossible to escape from the crack.

Xiao Ling had known that this would be the result, so he was too lazy to talk too much. He just absorbed the energy from the pure energy cube, then rested quietly, felt the changes in Xirang, and hoped that he would become stronger.

In this strange world, complaining, fearing, retreating is meaningless. The only way is to be strong. Only when you become strong enough can you survive here.

Xiao Ling's eyes emitted a faint divine light, and his mind became calmer and calmer.

It seemed that in this continuous battle, he had another insight, and could even open the "fourth consciousness" at any time.

Once he can successfully open the "Fourth Consciousness", his physical strength will be further improved, reaching twenty-five times. With a stronger body, he will be able to withstand the explosion of stronger Xirang power, and his strength will be greatly improved again.

"I have opened the five consciousnesses of the self, the eye consciousness, the ear consciousness and the nose consciousness. The fourth tongue consciousness should be too soon. As long as I open the tongue consciousness, then only the last consciousness will be left..."

Xiao Ling thought silently and understood in his heart that once the five consciousnesses of the self are fully activated, it means that he has entered the peak state of the "self-impartial realm".

Through the mysterious person who looks exactly like himself, he learned that after the "true self realm" and "self realm", there is a stronger realm, which is called the "self realm".

According to the mysterious man, only by entering the "self-state" can he be qualified to peek at all the truth in this world.

"What level is the self-state...?"

Xiao Ling gently exclaimed, but now everything about the "self-state" is a mystery, unless he can find the Yu Ding engraved with the "self-path".

Although the fourth consciousness has not been activated yet, and he has not been able to peek at a higher "self-state", as Xirang continues to become stronger after absorbing the pure power cube, as his understanding of the inheritance left by the Ninth-generation Yan Emperor becomes deeper and deeper, his current strength is becoming stronger and more powerful, and he has gradually reached an unfathomable state.

Even if he encounters that mysterious man again, he will have the confidence to fight.

Seeing that everyone was depressed, Zhou Kesheng had to encourage everyone, "Don't be anxious, this hell tower cannot be endless. We have reached the eleventh floor now. I guess we should be able to reach the highest floor soon. Maybe we can leave the next floor, so everyone stick to it."

Wen Zaixing Interface said: "Yes, what Mr. Zhou said makes sense. I guess the Hell Tower is likely to be twelve floors in total, and there are many tower-shaped buildings that are mostly twelve floors."

This sentence made many people excited. A blond and blue-eyed white man could obviously understand Chinese. After listening to their words, he fucked in a more rigid Chinese: "In this way, we can leave this damn ghost place by passing through the next level."

Zhou Kesheng nodded and said, "It's very likely that I hope very much. Everyone cheer up and go."

Seeing Zhou Kesheng stand up, the rest of the people stood up one after another, thinking that if the Hell Tower really only has twelve floors, it means that you may leave after passing the next floor.

These eleventh floors are terrible. Six people died. If there were twelve floors, it would be even more terrifying. Everyone was very serious. If these twelve floors were really the last floor, no one would want to die in this last floor.

Everyone still pushed open the only metal door and walked in.

The intermittent voice in my mind reminded everyone that they entered the twelfth floor of the Hell Tower and the challenge began.

The space on the twelve floor is equivalent to the space on the eleventh floor, and spider-web-like cracks also appeared in the distant walls.

On this twelfth floor, there are twenty-seven monsters waiting for them quietly.

Obviously, the challenge of this Hell Tower is to determine the number of monsters based on their number of people.

Their number has decreased and their opponents have decreased.

In front of me are twenty-seven giant bats with astringent flesh wings as big as cheetahs. The flesh wings can be spread to more than three meters long, making them a veritable bat king.

As soon as everyone broke into it, the twenty-seven bat kings attacked them.

The two sides were too close to use the grenades, so the twenty-seven people could only grit their teeth and faced them up and started a close-range hand-to-hand fight.

The strength of these twenty-seven bat kings is even stronger than the poisonous scorpion king he just encountered on the eleventh level.

Xiao Ling was the first to meet him, Xirang took action, turned into a spear, and picked it out.

A bat king had just risen a few meters before he was stabbed into his body by his spear. Xiao Ling used his spear to pierce the bat king and smashed the bat king that was rushing up to another.

The two bat kings collided with each other, making sharp and low whistles in their mouths, and rolled out together.

Whether it is strength, speed or defense, this Bat King is powerful enough. Xiao Ling knows that other people will never be able to deal with it easily.
Chapter completed!