Chapter 57: The Tower of Captive Gods Reveals Its Might in Ganyu City

  At noon, in the underwater city of Blue Wu Castle, which was about a thousand feet deep, threads of light penetrated down, filling the entire ocean floor with vitality. Gods and humans bustled back and forth among various shops and outdoor trading venues, the cacophony of sounds piercing this quiet ocean floor.

  In a room on the fifth floor of the pagoda-shaped building, Yang Le held two lovely young women in his arms, looking at the tears still lingering on the cheeks of the two maids and the corners of their mouths, making him feel loving. There were also the two bright red roses on the bed, reminding Yang Le that he had taken away the ** of the two beautiful girls last night.

  Looking at the two women with trembling eyelashes, Yang Le patted the two soft buttocks and said: "Get up, stop pretending."

  The two women opened their eyes, both with a blush on their faces, their cheeks slightly red, and their emotions overflowing. Looking at Xia Lin's autumnal beauty, Yang Le was even more astonished, his desire burning even higher, and he immediately turned over and pressed down on the two women again, starting another round of passionate love-making, with an endless aroma of sensuality.

  In the afternoon, Yang Le, feeling refreshed and spirited, went downstairs with two newly met maids who looked like celestial beings, to settle the bill and leave, leaving behind a large group of envious and jealous gods.

  Xia Lin Qiū Méng was originally radiant and beautiful, with unparalleled beauty. Now, after encountering Gān Lù, she appears even more enchanting and alluring, with every frown and smile capable of overturning one's soul and stirring up lustful thoughts.

  Out of Blue Martial City, Yang Le led two maids to break through the sea and fly straight to the south, towards the capital city of Ling Wu Tian Dynasty, Yan Qian City.

  Along the way, Yang Le said to the two maids: "By the way, since you are the maids of that third prince, why..."

  It's possible that their relationship has become even more intimate, and the two women are no longer reserved or distant towards Yang Le. They say to him: "Young master, we were originally sent by Empress Qi to serve the Third Imperial Prince, but it hasn't been long since then. The Third Imperial Prince is usually alone in his chambers and rarely sees people. Recently, after leaving the palace, he brought us and two guards with him to search for the divine beast."

  Yang Le had a rough plan for how to deal with the two guards who were thrown into the space cave and the Third Prince and the Qin Tian Dynasty, but to implement it, he would have to return to Xianyao Island.

  According to the map, Ling Wu Tian Chao has established 100 capital cities in its controlled regions, each of which is guarded by a large divine army. The various divine armies are responsible for the tens of thousands of surrounding cities, and only the capital cities have small spatial gates that can be used to shuttle back and forth between them. Moreover, they can also transmit to Ling Wu Tian Chao's imperial city, Ling Wu City, and then from Ling Wu City, through the spatial gate, transmit to the Starry Sky Island above the Eastern Sea.

  Yang Le searched through the information in his mind and flew towards the nearest metropolis - Yan Qian City.

  After flying for a long time, he suddenly stopped and said coldly to the surroundings: "All come out, hiding and hiding, following yesterday, now it's time to show your face."

  Clap, clap, a round of applause, and a cold-looking middle-aged man with piercing eyes appeared out of thin air from the side, accompanied by eight divine beings emitting an aura of utmost divinity.

  Except for the middle-aged man who led the way, who showed a hint of surprise and desire after seeing Xia Lin and Qiu Mei, the two maidservants, but then became extremely calm, the eight gods behind him were already infatuated to the point of being dazed and confused, with a foolish expression on their faces.

  "You've been following us and now you're intercepting us, what exactly do you want?" Yang Le asked with feigned ignorance.

  "It's nothing, just wanted to borrow something from you." The gloomy middle-aged man said with some annoyance as he saw his subordinate in such a state.

  Among the eight people, the one who was following Yang Le's group heard this and hastily shouted: "Leave two beauties behind!"

  "Right, leave two beauties behind." The remaining seven gods also came to their senses and hurriedly responded loudly.

  Faced with such a shameful subordinate, the gloomy middle-aged man could no longer maintain his composure, and turned back to shout at those stupid pig-like subordinates: "Shut up!"

  All of you immediately stop shouting and are shocked, apparently the old man's majestic image has been deeply rooted in their minds.

  The middle-aged man turned around and said to Yang Le: "I'll borrow your life, accept your two maidservants and property."

  "Oh, no need to deliberate further?" Yang Le said calmly, but in his heart, he had already sentenced them to death.

  "Don't you have any other trump cards? You should know that the power between the Supreme God and the Ancient God is vastly different, even if you hold a spiritual treasure, it's useless." The middle-aged man with a gloomy face took out a divine sword as clear as a spring, emitting waves of spiritual light all around, humming softly, a divine sword at the level of a spiritual treasure.

  This divine sword of the Lingbao class was his greatest reliance. To say that this Lingbao-class divine sword was also obtained by him 200,000 years ago when he and his subordinates killed a proud young man, the battle was still fresh in his mind, and he was extremely frightened.

  In that battle, his more than 50 subordinates with the power of a True God were slaughtered like vegetables by a young man wielding a Spirit Treasure-level divine sword. Even he, an Ancient God, was in danger under the young man's attack and suffered several injuries of varying severity. In the end, he managed to seize the young man's Spirit Treasure divine sword only because he took advantage of the young man's lack of experience and launched a sneak attack.

  With the divine sword of Lingbao level, it can be said that among the ancient god positions in several hundred cities nearby, it is also one of the top two.

  Moreover, for a young man with such extraordinary abilities, even if it were a post-heavenly spiritual treasure-grade artifact, it would be difficult to refine, or refining a little would not be as cost-effective as refining the spiritual treasure with all one's might. Post-heavenly spiritual treasure-grade artifacts are not even possessed by ordinary divine masters, let alone this young man before us.

  He is so fearless and reckless, probably a spoiled young master who doesn't know his place.

  "Kill!" The middle-aged man with a gloomy face gave the order, and his eight subordinates, who had been eager to do so, loudly drew out their top-grade divine artifacts and charged at Yang Le and the others.

  The two maids beside him had always been extremely calm, for they had witnessed the young master's power, which was even more terrifying than that of a divine being. A mere clown like this wasn't worth their attention.

  Yang Le shook his head, "You reap what you sow!"

  Yang Le's brow flashed, a stream of light shot out from his brow, and instantly transformed into a hundred million feet high tower. A powerful suction force rose from the bottom of the tower, and the eight gods with killing intent were sucked into the tower in extreme shock.

  That leader was shocked by the sudden change, and he knew that he had hit an iron plate, but it was a super-hard iron plate. However, he did not give up, and with a surge of energy, his terrifying aura spread across the sky, and the entire world was filled with wind, clouds, and lightning. The divine artifact in his control shot towards Yang Le like a sharp arrow, and then, whoosh, it transformed into a beam of extreme light that appeared thousands of miles away in an instant, continuing to flee into the distance.

  A heroic man cuts off his wrist, with great courage and strength, Yang Le was also impressed by his determination.

  Just as the divine sword was about to pierce Yang Le, the Prison God Tower transformed into a flowing light and flashed in front of Yang Le. With a mournful wail, the Spirit Treasure-grade divine sword collided with the Prison God Tower, causing its body to tremble uncontrollably and emit a sorrowful hum. The sword's tip was also slightly damaged.

  Yang Le's right hand lightly flicked the divine sword, and with a hum, the divine sword's spirituality greatly decreased, falling into Yang Le's hand.

  In the distance, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion deathly pale, his body's spiritual energy already operating at extreme levels, and his entire body was covered in bloody cracks.

  Suddenly, the sky seemed to darken, and when I looked up, a majestic pagoda-like tower flashed with dazzling brilliance, carrying an unstoppable will that firmly suppressed everything.

  In a vast and empty space, a sinister middle-aged man suddenly appeared in this space, looking around with his head held high. He saw eight subordinates who seemed to be ignoring him, either smiling lewdly with a treacherous smile or wildly waving their divine weapons with murderous intent, displaying all sorts of ugly expressions.

  Just as he was about to scold a few words, the environment changed again, and he appeared in an empty space at the foot of a mountain. A group of gods with similar strength to him surrounded him, their faces filled with greed as they gazed up at the high mountain in front of them. A precious treasure, a primordial spiritual artifact, floated continuously at the summit.

  A group of gods flew towards the mountain with all their might, unfolding a frantic scramble. The gloomy middle-aged man was also extremely enthusiastic, flying up to take out the divine sword, and carrying out a frenzied massacre on the surrounding gods who were competing for the pre-heavenly divine treasure. Divine blood splattered everywhere, and divine corpses fell down from the ten-thousand-zhang cliff.

  After that, the more he killed, the more bloodthirsty he became. All living things around him were slaughtered, and in the end, he obtained the pre-heavenly spiritual treasure, maniacally laughing and revealing his heroic demeanor.

  In the blink of an eye, another change occurred. The gloomy middle-aged man finally woke up from his madness and looked around, only to see that all eight of his subordinates were present in this dark and stormy space, with lightning flashing and thunder booming.

  "Boss, boss..." Everyone saw the leader also arrived in this strange space and rushed to surround him.

  "What's going on here? Is this something from inside that treasure tower?" said the middle-aged man with a gloomy and stern expression.

  "Yeah, but somehow I had a weird spring dream and ended up here. Hehe" the mouse said with a sly smile.

  Others also talked about their own experiences, but they were all ordinary things, robbery and murder were rampant.

  Rumbling, electric snakes danced wildly, thunder, a bolt of divine lightning struck a godly person, completely unguarded. This godly person was struck by the divine lightning and his entire body convulsed, electric snakes writhing about, an instant later, a charred and blackened divine corpse crashed to the ground.

  The numerous powerful beings were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, and a series of five divine thunderbolts struck down one after another. They hastily revealed their divine artifacts and opened up their domains to resist the divine thunderbolts.

  The five divine thunders poured down like a torrent, causing the pseudo-realms released by the gods and their divine artifacts to totter on the verge of collapse, as the divine artifacts' luster flashed incessantly.

  A gloomy and stern middle-aged man also took out a top-grade divine artifact, easily withstanding the divine lightning above.

  Ah, ah, several consecutive mournful cries, and three more divine artifacts were shattered, turning to dust under the divine lightning.

  After another incense stick, only the leader of this group was left, a gloomy and stern middle-aged man resisting the full sky divine thunder.

  A loud crash, a five-colored divine lightning bolt struck down, causing the pseudo-domain to violently shake. It was the combination of the Kui Water Divine Lightning, Geng Metal Divine Lightning and other five types of divine lightning, forming the Five Elements Divine Lightning.

  Innumerable divine thunderbolts of the Five Elements subsequently arrived.

  It's getting harder and harder for middle-aged people to resist, one by one the divine artifacts are being destroyed in the Five Elements Divine Thunder, finally there are no more divine artifacts, so they can only use their true strength as ancient gods to withstand.

  Even if it's a full-body injury, it still stubbornly resists.

  A thunderclap, a five-element divine thunder mixed with purple light, fell down with a loud crash. The middle-aged man in the midst of the collision didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was reduced to ashes. This divine thunder had been tainted by the purple divine thunder, making it over a hundred times stronger than the original five-element divine thunder.

  "Let's go!" Yang Le noticed the scene in the Prison God Tower, and for these few gods who were guilty of numerous crimes, especially the one who fell in front of Yang Le, he would not show any mercy.

  Before my eyes, the Blue Wolf Castle is thousands of times more magnificent than before. The majestic city, made from rare materials, shines with a dark luster, standing at 100,000 feet tall. The walls are marked with giant claw marks and large and small depressions, telling the story of a long history.

  Countless gods stood in front of the city gate, which was tens of thousands of feet high, forming a long queue. Countless well-equipped divine artifacts and divine armor were coldly scanning the surroundings, patrolling around, those divine soldiers were all at the peak of the divine realm, and there were also hundreds of ancient god-level leaders among them.

  Looking at the rocky city in front of him, Yang Le suddenly felt that this vast wilderness should not be underestimated, after all, it also has its own long and majestic history, a magnificent and grand historical scroll.