"The eighth floor! Oh my God, Senior Brother Yang Feng, he actually reached the eighth floor! This is an unprecedented record!!"
"It's worthy of being a monster-level genius with an eighth-level soul talent. It's too bad!"
"Senior Brother Yang Feng, it's amazing! Our war demon sect has great prospects in the future!!"
"..."
Rays of light flew from a distance and came to the vicinity of the nine-story glare tower. The warlocks of the War Demon Sect looked at the bright light that bloomed on the eighth floor of the nine-story glare tower, and they all showed excitement. color.
Above the entire floating continent, a ray of light shone, and the warlocks of the War Demon Sect were all rushing here. That was the moment when they witnessed the history of the War Demon Sect, which naturally attracted countless people.
Ding Longjiang looked at the bright light blooming in the nine-story glare tower, and sighed with mixed feelings: "The eighth floor! The eighth floor of the nine-story glare tower! It's really, people want to be jealous, even if they want to be jealous! The strength of Junior Brother Yang Feng, I am afraid it has surpassed you and me."
Ding Longjiang is the great brother of the War Demon Sect in this era, and is also one of the most powerful competitors of the War Demon Sect's suzerain. He has always been arrogant and full of confidence.
Ding Longjiang admitted that Yang Feng, who already possesses an eighth-level soul talent, would surpass him in the future, but he did not expect that he would be so fast.
Jing Xuefeng said sourly: "He should be one of the legendary sons of the plane. Maybe he has the potential to compete with the warlock emperor."
The so-called son of the plane is an existence that is favored by the original will of the plane and is at the center of the plane. The son of the face went out to meet a noble person, and picked up one thing at random that was a peerless secret treasure. The holy secret treasure with spirituality took the initiative to cast it, and the journey went smoothly.
Of course, the children of the plane are not invincible, and they will also fall. The warlock tianjiao who competed for the position of the warlock emperor can each be called the son of the plane. They are all geniuses among geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people, monsters among monsters. However, in the battle for the position of the Warlock Emperor, many people will die, and only the strongest one can become the Warlock Emperor, invincible in the world, and suppress countless planes.
Ding Longjiang smiled lightly: "The Warlock Emperor? How simple it is! Unless he can ascend to the ninth floor, otherwise, there is no hope of becoming the Warlock Emperor. In our human history, there are as many geniuses as the stars, and the sons of the planes are as many as cows. Only those eight great existences can really be promoted to the emperor of the warlock. My battle demon sect has a nine-story glare tower, and other powerful warlock groups also have it, and even have even more powerful trial treasures. He can ascend to the nine floors. The eighth floor of the dazzling tower is indeed amazing, but it is far from enough to have the qualifications to participate in the warlock emperor contest!"
Jing Xuefeng pondered for a while, and nodded slightly in agreement.
Ding Longjiang and Jing Xuefeng are both solar warlocks. They have not only read various classics of War Demon Sect, but also read many classics on other planes. They all knew very well that even the greatest warlock of the War Demon Sect was just a warlock king, not even a holy warlock. It is extremely difficult to be promoted to a warlock emperor.
"Nine floors, the ninth floor!"
"He is on the ninth floor of the glare tower!!!"
"The ninth floor, the ninth floor, there are people who can actually board!!"
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The ninth floor of the nine-story glare tower burst out with incomparably brilliant light, and the whole world of the war demon plane was discolored.
In that floating continent, countless curse marks lit up, frantically extracting the power of the entire War Demon Plane.
It didn't take long for them to converge on the floating continent to form a vortex of magical energy, which crazily submerged into the nine-story glare tower.
"Nine floors! He actually climbed to the ninth floor of the nine-story glare tower!"
"What a monster!"
"Holy sorcerer, maybe our war demon sect can give birth to a holy sorcerer in the future!!"
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The extremely powerful will tossing around the nine-story glare tower, full of excitement and anticipation.
The holy warlock is the most apex existence among human warlocks, and every holy warlock can become the patron saint of a race.
Among the countless planes that are connected to the star realm, there are only those planes guarded by the Holy Spirit Warlock, and no one dares to invade at will.
Unless it is a powerful person of the Warlock Emperor level, a plane protected by the Holy Warlock will not dare to enter the plane guarded by the Holy Warlock at will, otherwise it will rely on the entire plane and race. The power of that weak Holy Spirit Warlock even had the power to explode severely on the plane, or to kill a great Saint-level powerhouse.
Among the innumerable planes connected by the astral realms, the powerhouses of the Holy Warlock ranks will basically stay in their own race and plane, and will not easily leave their planes. Otherwise, once a strong man of the Holy Warlock rank leaves his own plane, he may be killed by a strong man of the Holy Warlock rank.
Among the innumerable planes connected by the astral world, only those races that have the protection of the holy warlocks are called upper races, while the races that are not protected by the holy warlocks are called inferior races.
If the War Demon Sect was able to give birth to a powerful man of the Holy Spirit Warlock rank, he could even dominate the entire Blue Plane and create an extremely powerful warlock dynasty.
On the ninth floor of the nine-story glare tower, a round of black devouring black moon rose behind Yang Feng, and five warlocks in the mid-Yuguang period cast various spells at him.
The black hole that swallowed the black moon seemed to be able to swallow everything, and the spell attacks of the five cosmic sorcerers blasted into the swallowing black moon and immediately swallowed all the power by the swallowing black moon, unable to hurt Yang Feng.
"The five great cosmopolitan warlocks are really great. This secret pagoda is really not simple. It is a pity that these five cosmopolitan warlocks are only the weakest mid-level cosmopolitan warlocks. The fighting methods are too single, and they don’t have the power of the secret treasures. I will destroy it!"
Yang Feng stretched out his hand and pointed at the five mid-Yuguang warlocks. That round of swallowing black moon suddenly exploded, swelling crazily, as if it had evolved into a terrifying world, completely swallowing the five mid-Yuguang warlocks.
As soon as the five warlocks in the mid-Yuguang period were swallowed by Yang Feng, they immediately turned into crimson auras and plunged into his body, nourishing his body and soul.
Yang Feng felt the changes in his body, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile: "This nine-story glare tower is really extraordinary. It has increased the power of my half flesh and half soul. It's amazing! It's just that. This is worth coming to this War Demon Plane."
Yang Feng mastered Huguizhou, Yuzhou, and Mingyue State, and obtained a lot of training resources. However, what he cultivated was the top secret technique, and he had condensed nine small worlds. With the strengthening of the countless geniuses and treasures, his body and soul were already very powerful, far surpassing the powerhouses of the same level.
The nine-story dazzling tower was able to enhance Yang Feng's half body and soul power in such a short time, it was already very terrifying.
Of course, the nine-story glare tower also consumed nearly 10,000 years of accumulated strength to increase Yang Feng's body and soul by half. If Yang Feng is allowed to come a few more times, the nine-story glare tower will also be exhausted.
"It's amazing, I didn't expect our War Demon Sect to be able to give birth to a peerless genius like you!"
A sound of admiration sounded in that space, and a ray of light shone. A middle-aged man with long black hair, wearing a white Confucian cedar, and extraordinary temperament appeared in this space.
When Yang Feng saw the middle-aged man, he bowed slightly and bowed to him: "I have seen the Patriarch!"
The middle-aged man in front of Yang Feng is Sun Chenzi, the founder of the Zhan Demon Sect.
Sun Chenzi smiled and said, "What is your name?"
Yang Feng said, "The disciple's name is Yang Feng."
"Yang Feng, very good. You can be promoted to the cosmopolitan warlock within three hundred years, and defeat five mid- cosmopolitan warlocks. Although they are all agglomerates of power, their strength is far inferior to the real warlocks, but it is enough to prove You are indeed a truly peerless genius. You have the potential to be promoted to the emperor of the warlock."
"When I was young, I had an adventure. I was lucky enough to enter the real holy land of our human warlocks, the earth's inner world of the blue plane. There is the holy land for our human warlocks on the blue plane. It is really strong there. The person is like a cloud, with the holy spirit warlock garrisoned. At the same time, he has the relics of the eternal."
"I once entered the ruins of an eternal one, got an adventure there, and then went to the surface world of the blue plane to assist the White Saint King to unify the surface world and establish the Great Cloud Dynasty."
"I know that I am not strong enough to explore the remains of the eternal, so I never go to the ruins again in my life. However, if it is you, maybe I have the opportunity to go to the ruins of the eternal to find out and look for the promotion warlock. The emperor’s opportunity."
Sun Chenzi waved his hand, a black box inscribed with countless mysterious spells and palms. On top of that box there was a strange secret treasure with a black spoon and a jade box flying flat towards Yang Feng.
Sun Chenzi smiled and said: "This is the black spoon of mist that can guide you to the ruins. Inside this jade box is the ten thousand years glare liquid formed by the condensation of nine layers of glare towers over the years. It takes ten thousand years to condense a drop. Every drop of Ten Thousand Years Glare Liquid can restore all life energy in a short period of time by a great power of the sea, and is also a top treasure for tempering the body. This is also the most precious specialty of the War Demon Plane."
Yang Feng's eyes lit up slightly, revealing a hint of excitement, and he took the misty black spoon and Wannian dazzling liquid at once: "Thank you, Master!"
"Yang Feng, help me protect the Warlike Demon Sect!"
Sun Chenzi sighed slightly, his body collapsed and disappeared.
Sun Chenzi in the nine-story glare tower was just a trace of soul phenomenon. After explaining everything, he fell into deep sleep again.