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    Spent less than half a tidal day in the tower of the God of flowers.

    Wang Dali came to the Pantheon.

    The hall is magnificent. People walk in like little ants under the sky.

    In the Pantheon, all kinds of gods come and go.

    "Do you want to buy a high tower?" the clergy looked bright and immediately talked, "do you want the high tower in the square or outside the square? I tell you, the high tower in the square is the safest, because the Pantheon is right here, and no one dares to be wild in the square!"

    "That''s the one in the square!"

    "Good, good, wise choice. There are 380 ownerless towers in the square. Their former owners are either consigned, relocated or simply missing. Which one do you want?"

    The clergy waved and information about the 380 high towers immediately poured into Wang Dali''s mind.

    "The first tower!" Wang Dali said immediately.

    "Er... It''s the oldest tower. It''s said to be a palace tower of the son of the former void monarch. Its biggest feature is its height. It''s incomparably high. Its height is ten times higher than the Pantheon. It''s the tallest building in the Guixu. Standing at the highest place, you can even overlook the whole Guixu and the nearby chaotic ocean. Of course, as long as you have enough eyesight ！”

    The clergy began to talk about the glorious history and magical characteristics of the tower.

    "2000 chaotic colored stones, are you sure you want to buy?" the clergyman finally said.

    "I can only pay 1500 colored stones at most!" Wang Dali said.

    "No, no!"

    The clergy shook his head.

    "1400 stones, you know, the only feature of the tower is that it is high, and the rest are slag. The tower is in ruins. There is no decent ecology in it. Why are you worth 2000 colored stones? Do you want to pit me? If you don''t be cheerful, I won''t even give 1400 colored stones!" Wang Dali said.

    "OK, ok... I''ve never seen a customer who slams the door like you. There are 1500 colored stones. Absolutely, absolutely no less!" the clergy handed over a title deed and said, "put a brand on it. This tower belongs to you. Of course, pay quickly!"

    Wang Dali took the title deed and branded it. The title deed was made in duplicate, one for himself and the other for the record in the Pantheon.

    After smashing 1500 colored stones, Wang Dali finally had his own tower and barely had a foothold in Guixu.

    "Congratulations, Congratulations!"

    Seeing Wang Dali holding the title deed, the God of flowers immediately came up to congratulate him.

    "Tongxi, let''s go and see my new house. It''s really not easy to return to the ruins!" Wang Dali sighed.

    "You have a heavenly horse. Are you afraid there is no chaotic colored stone? You are a big local tyrant. How do you let those poor people who don''t have a heavenly horse live?" the God of flowers forced him hard.

    "Ha ha... Go!"

    Standing in front of the Pantheon and looking up a little, you can see that on the square in the north, there stands a most special tower. The tower is dark and the outer wall seems to be broken. The biggest feature is high, and it is incomparably high!

    "I didn''t expect you to buy this tower. Its full name is the highest spire overlooking the chaotic ocean. I don''t know why his original owner took such a funny name and dared to use it to describe it!"

    The God of flowers sighed incomparably, "most people buy a high tower and focus on its firmness and whether there is a complete ecology inside. Only in this way can they live comfortably. This high tower is good for nothing except high. It seems that it doesn''t even have a decent ecological cycle. It''s just ruins and dangerous buildings. I don''t know why you like this high tower!"

    "I like old buildings, especially ultra-high buildings. In our place, this is called historical heritage!" Wang Dali came to the highest spire and looked up. With ordinary eyesight, he naturally could not see the highest part of the spire.

    "How tall!"

    The flower god Tucao, "this return to the ruins, there are thirteen layers of cloud sea, each layer of cloud sea, are getting higher and higher, even Pantheon, only touch sixth layers of cloud sea, and the highest steeple, unexpectedly towering thirteenth layers of cloud sea, into the dark void, no buildings, can make complaints about it, but what is the use of it?"

    Wang Dali took the title deed in his hand. As soon as the breath and the gate rushed, the lock of the gate was activated and opened slowly.

    Entering the tower is like entering another world.

    The tower is a small dark world, dark everywhere, full of cold and biting wind.

    Inside the tower, there is a circular stone step leading to the immeasurable spire.

    The stone steps lead to each floor of the tower, a total of 360 floors. Each floor is a piece of ruins. There is no decent ecology in it. The best thing is a piece of primitive jungle.

    "How to manage and build a complete ecology? I don''t have time to do these trivial things!" Wang Dali said.

    "You can only go to the square and find vendors to buy all kinds of servants and puppets. It is appropriate to repair buildings, mechanical puppets, take care of the ecological environment, elves, defense and handling, liches and ghosts!"

    "OK, go and buy some when you''re free!"

    Wang Dali comes to the top of the tower, which is a spire, towering into the dark void. Standing here and looking around, you can see the whole picture of Guixu, and even the chaotic ocean outside Guixu.

    The howling dark wind blew, and the whole spire whined, which was very frightening.

    The God of flowers was blown by the dark wind and shivered.

    "No, this place is evil, dark and empty. There is no normal energy essence, only dark. This tower is a ruin and a haunted house. No wonder no one has ever bought it!"

    Wang Dali secretly complains that the tower is at the red point of the mysterious map. There must be a secret here. Wang Dali is convinced that the tower is worth gambling.

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