Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The sun shone through the gaps in the dense forest onto the battlefield, with mottled light and shadows reflected on Lin Fan and the others. A cold aura was constantly surging around them, as if the air around them was distorted by this inexplicable darkness. In front of them, shadow blade ghosts surged like a tide, with black figures floating around, the blades in their hands flashing with a cold light, and they rushed towards Lin Fan and the others with a chilling murderous intent.

Lin Fan's eyes were like torches, and he held the Qiankun Axe tightly in his hand. This axe was a divine weapon of heaven and earth, carrying the power of heaven and earth. Every swing could drive the power of heaven and earth and set off a raging storm. He slightly turned sideways, and the axe blade was flowing with golden light and violent energy fluctuations. At the moment when the shadow blade ghost rushed close, Lin Fan suddenly attacked, and the Qiankun Axe slashed across the air. Wherever the axe blade passed, the space was torn apart and made a harsh roar.

"Boom!" The power of the Qiankun Axe exploded in midair, forming a huge energy wave that swept in all directions. The Shadow Blade Ghost was the first to be hit, and was instantly shattered by the energy, turning into invisible black mist and disappearing into the air. However, the number of Shadow Blade Ghosts was too large. After Lin Fan killed a wave, more Shadow Blade Ghosts emerged from the darkness, like endless ghosts that would never stop.

"These guys... are simply endless!" Jin Buke stood beside Lin Fan, the long sword in his hand shining brightly in the sun. He was agile and quickly dodged the attacks of the shadow blade ghosts. At the same time, his long sword attacked as swiftly as a venomous snake. Every time he struck out, it was accompanied by a sharp sword energy, killing the shadow blade ghosts that rushed in front of him one after another.

However, the Shadow Blade Ghosts were no ordinary creatures. When the blades in their hands passed through the air, they could leave strange black shadows in the void. These shadows seemed to have deadly killing intent. Every swing could break through the spiritual shield and directly attack the body and soul of the monks. Although Jin Buke's sword was sharp, he also felt the pressure doubled. The speed of the Shadow Blade Ghosts was amazing. Every time he killed a Shadow Blade Ghost, the next one would almost immediately pounce from behind and attack his defenseless back.

"Zhong Ling'er, Jiang Shuiling, watch out!" Lin Fan warned in a deep voice. Although he and Jin Buke had endured most of the attacks in the front, the number of Shadow Blade Ghosts was too large and they had already started to attack them from all directions.

Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling stood at the back of the team, responsible for support and recovery. Zhong Ling'er held a staff in her hand, chanting something, and her spell flowed like a spring. Light blue light condensed on her staff, and the light turned into stars in the air and fell on each of her companions. These lights have a powerful healing power, which can quickly restore their spiritual and physical strength, so that they will not be overwhelmed by the attacks of the Shadow Blade Ghost in battle.

Jiang Shuiling took out her longbow, and shot arrows with both hands as if flowing water. Each arrow contained an icy aura, and when the arrow flew through the air, it made a crisp sound of breaking through the air. Her archery skills were extremely accurate, and each arrow hit the vital point of the Shadow Blade Ghost. Wherever the arrows went, the icy aura instantly erupted, freezing the Shadow Blade Ghost's figure in mid-air, and then immediately turned into ice chips and shattered.

However, even if Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling's support was timely, the number of shadow blade ghosts was still despairing. They seemed endless, pouring in from all directions, wave after wave, without any gaps at all.

"We can't drag on like this! We must find a way to get out, otherwise our spiritual power will be exhausted sooner or later!" Jin Buke shouted loudly, his forehead covered with sweat, and the long period of high-intensity fighting made him feel a little tired.

Lin Fan naturally understood this. He took a deep breath, and the Qiankun Axe in his hand once again condensed a powerful force. This time, he decided to attack with all his strength to open a way out. The Chaos Tower vibrated slightly in his consciousness, and the infinite power in the tower continuously poured into his body, making him feel stronger than ever before.

"Follow me!" Lin Fan shouted, and swung the Qiankun Axe violently. A huge energy storm shot out from the axe blade and rushed straight to the group of shadow blade ghosts in front. Wherever the energy storm passed, the shadow blade ghosts were instantly torn apart by the powerful force, turning into invisible black mist and dissipating in the air.

Taking advantage of this momentary gap, Lin Fan quickly led Jin Buke, Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling to rush forward. They ran through the dense forest quickly and shook off the shadow blade ghost behind them. However, even though they had tried their best, the shadow blade ghost still followed them closely.

At this moment, Lin Fan's eyes were suddenly attracted by a valley in front of him. The valley was extremely secretive, hidden between two towering peaks. The valley was shrouded in mist, as if some mysterious power was calling them. Lin Fan instantly felt a powerful force fluctuation coming from the depths of the valley, which seemed to be the goal of their trip - the Holy Ruins.

"There is a valley ahead, hurry!" Lin Fan made a prompt decision and led everyone to rush into the valley. Although the Shadow Blade Ghost was still chasing them, the power in the valley made Lin Fan sure that as long as they could get there, they would have a chance to escape from the current predicament.

The four of them ran quickly, the ground beneath their feet gradually became hard and cold, and the trees around them gradually became sparse. Finally, they rushed into the entrance of the valley, and the scene before them made them hold their breath.

This is a hidden and ancient valley, filled with mist, as if time has stopped here for countless years. At the bottom of the valley, a huge stone gate stood in front of them. The stone gate was dozens of feet high, and was engraved with ancient runes. The runes emitted a faint light, as if telling an unknown ancient story. The surface of the stone gate was as smooth as a mirror, but it exuded an extremely heavy sense of oppression, making people dare not look directly at it.

"This is the Gate of the Holy Ruins..." Lin Fan whispered, with a hint of amazement in his eyes. He had never seen such a magnificent and mysterious building before. This stone gate seemed to have condensed all the pressure and power between heaven and earth. Just standing in front of it, he could feel the unfathomable power fluctuations.

Jin Buke, Zhong Ling'er and Jiang Shuiling were also shocked by the scene before them. Every stroke of the runes on the stone door was filled with infinite mysteries, as if staring at them for a moment would lead to endless contemplation and confusion. Zhong Ling'er tried to use her spiritual sense to explore the secrets of these runes, but as soon as she touched them, she felt a strong recoil force gushing out from the runes, which directly repelled her spiritual sense.

"This is the seal of the Holy Ruins. You must unlock these runes before you can enter." Lin Fan said. He knew that this was not a simple stone door, but a restriction left by an ancient strongman. Only by breaking the restriction could he enter the Holy Ruins.

At this moment, the shadow blade ghosts behind them caught up again. They poured into the valley silently, as if they were not affected by the power of the stone gate at all, and continued to attack like a tide. Although Lin Fan and others were already standing in front of the gate of the Holy Ruins, the murderous intent of the shadow blade ghosts still loomed over their heads, as if they would devour them at any time.