Boom!
Suddenly, these headless corpses burst out like fireworks.
boom! Boom!... Boom!
One headless corpse after another exploded continuously, filling the entire pagoda with evil spirits, as if it were the Yin Cao Netherworld.
However, Deng Jiuling stepped into life and death as early as the moment of the explosion.
This dense and dense explosion lasted more than a minute before it stopped.
"Damn a lamp, it's tricking me like this!" Deng Jiuling was a little angry.
The violent explosion just now, let alone Dacheng Grandmaster, even if the eighth-grade Grandmaster came, it would be killed instantly.
The first level of the stupa was so difficult that Deng Jiuling didn't believe it.
This shows that the ancestor Yideng must have moved his hands and feet, allowing Deng Jiuling to enjoy the highest level of difficulty.
"An old bald donkey, I am afraid you would never dream of it. I am the heir of the Hell of the Underworld!"
Deng Jiuling's eyes were cold, and he began to meditate cross-legged.
Wow!
The evil spirits in all directions, like flowing water, are constantly being swallowed by life and death.
"Although this is an illusion, the evil spirit of Yin is real, and I devour it in the way of soul, which is equivalent to cultivating in the underworld!"
Deng Jiuling's eyes lit up and he was a little excited.
Deng Jiuling is a person between the Yang and Yang. In the past, he could only purify the Qi of Yin and evil through life and death, and the efficiency was not high.
Life and death are the treasures of the underworld. Only when the soul is in the underworld can the efficiency of cultivation be maximized.
What even the ancestor Yideng didn't know was that he deliberately made a bad idea to kill Deng Jiuling, but he achieved Deng Jiuling.
Because of this special cultivation environment, Deng Jiuling is like cultivating in the underworld, and his cultivation efficiency has increased by more than ten times.
Those evil spirits from all directions entered the life-and-death life, and they were not purified, they were directly turned into nourishment and were swallowed up by Deng Jiuling.
With the passage of time, I don't know how long it has passed, but seeing a bang, Deng Jiuling woke up from the meditation.
"It's just a moment of cultivation, my physical strength has actually increased again?" Deng Jiuling was a little excited.
Although the intensity of this increase was not great, it made Deng Jiuling discover that the nine-story demon tower that others feared like a tiger was a great tonic for himself.
Wow!
When Deng Jiuling was born and dead, he immediately found that the surrounding illusion had disappeared, and his soul returned to his body again.
Boom!
At the same time, the stone gate leading to the second-story stupa on the first floor was opened impressively.
A revolving staircase appeared in front of Deng Jiuling.
"The first layer is so supplemented, and the second layer will definitely double the efficiency!" Deng Jiuling stepped onto the stairs with a smile of excitement at the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, outside the stupa.
"Deng Jiuling's force, he has been to the pagoda for five minutes, and he didn't even pass the first floor. It's really embarrassing." Mo Hu sneered.
"Master, this kid can only speak louder than words, the first pass is alchemy and the second pass is good luck."
"That's right, the third level trial is more than a real effort. This kid is a rubbish. It definitely won't work."
The crowds talked and ridiculed.
"Sister Xiaowu, I'm afraid." Mo Ruxue was a little scared.
"Don't be afraid, Deng Jiuling must be fine." Mo Wu's tone was pale.
"Brother, you must come on!" Mo Fei clenched his fists, eyes full of tension.
"This kid doesn't know good or bad, the first layer is enough to let him die." Stroking his white beard, Yi Deng ancestor sneered Senran.
The first level of hell difficulty, even if it was the Nanhai prince Mo Yu back then, he had to make sufficient preparations before daring to step into it.
Deng Jiuling didn't have any preparations, and he was suddenly detonated by the evil spirit, and he would naturally be tragic.
However, the next moment, a bright light diffused from the first floor of the pagoda, lighting up the entire sky.
"Golden Mang!"
"God, this... is the perfect state!"
In this golden glow that was brighter than the scorching sun, everyone couldn't help but suck in the air-conditioning, and collectively fell into a petrified state.
Jinmang means perfection.
Trial the light of the tower, the difficulty is from low to high, followed by white, green, blue, orange, and gold. There are five colors in total.
Even the fallen black robe old man can only spur the blue light.
But Deng Jiuling actually gave birth to the ultimate perfect golden light. Isn't this... too exaggerated
"Even the son of Nanhai back then, it was only orange." Amidst the crowd, there was a trembling exclamation from the children of the Mo family.
"Isn't this Deng Jiuling's talent, higher than Mo Yu?" Mo Hu looked ugly.
"You don't need to think about it, this is only the first level. In those days, Young Master Mo Yu passed three levels in one breath. All three levels were orange. Even if the first level is golden, this kid might fail the second level in black." Yi Deng The ancestor said coldly.
Boom!
As soon as the voice of the ancestor of a lamp fell, from the second floor of the pagoda, a bright golden light suddenly came.
This golden light was as vast as pure sun, and everyone looked dull and fell into a petrified state.
Snapped!
As if being slapped heavily on the face, the smile on the face of the ancestor of a lamp was stiff, and his eyes suddenly became hideous.
Everyone thinks that Deng Jiuling, like them, is a difficult tower.
Only one ancestor himself understood that the difficulty of Deng Jiuling's breakthrough was the same as that of Mo Yu, which represented the ultimate hell difficulty.
And because Deng Jiuling didn't have any preparations beforehand, and didn't have a guardian of the ancestors, the difficulty of getting through the level was actually greater than that of Mo Yu.
But under this kind of lore, can Deng Jiuling actually counterattack
What the hell!
This... is too exaggerated, right
"Damn, is this kid's talent better than that of Young Master Mo Yu?" This incredible idea emerged in the heart of the ancestor Yideng.
Mo Yu passed the three hurdles in one breath, and it was only orange in the three hurdles.
But Deng Jiuling has two levels of gold at one time. Is this too exaggerated
Shocked!
At this moment, Mo Ruxue and Mo Wu couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and the small cherry mouth was big enough to stuff two large eggs.
Mo Fei was trembling with excitement, his eyes filled with excitement.
However, Mo Hu sneered and began to pour cold water: "The difficulty of the first and second levels is average, and the third level is the key. Deng Jiuling can never be perfect in the third level!"
"Yes, even if Deng Jiuling can pass the third level, he can't be brilliant!" The ancestor Yideng nodded and said with certainty.
Boom!
As soon as the voice fell, on the third floor of the pagoda, the golden mansions spread out overwhelmingly, so that everyone couldn't open their eyes.
At the same time, on the top of the nine-story demon tower, a phantom of an ancient bronze clock suddenly appeared in the void.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the crisp sound of bronze bells filled the sky, resounding for millions of miles.
The bell sounded melodiously, struck three times in one breath, and it spread clearly across the 360 islands in the Tongtian River Basin.
All the children of the Mo family who heard the bells walked out of the room one by one, looking in the direction of Qixing Island.
Even the elders of the Mo family who were meeting on Tongtian Island were shocked, and they walked out of the Tongtian Hall and looked at the nine-story demon tower in the distance in amazement.
"The bell rings three times. This shows that someone has passed the hell-difficult trial tower with perfect results in one breath without interruption!"
"My Mo family has been in charge of the South China Sea for a hundred years. No one has ever reached this point. Even the son of the South China Sea, Mo Yu, is only orange in the three stages of hell."
"Who is this person? His talent surpassed Young Master Mo Yu?"
Shocked!
The top elders of the Mo Family looked at each other, and they were all caught in great terror.
Among the many islands of the Mohist school, all the island owners were in a state of shock.
On the snow-covered high mountains of Tianshuang Island, Mo Yu's white clothes were racing against snow, letting the wind blow his long hair.
Hum!
Mo Yu was carrying the long sword behind his back and was in a state of trembling. The sword in the scabbard burst out with a formidable fighting spirit, as if he was ready to get out of the scabbard at any time to slash the enemy.
"My son, your Dao heart is chaotic." The charming voice of the beautiful woman in the red skirt suddenly sounded from the back.
"Yes, this young man did not expect that Deng Jiuling's talent is so high, but it is impossible to make this young man confused." Mo Yu laughed, his eyes full of disdain.
"My son, I am not talking about this, I mean you have jealousy in your heart, you are upset that Deng Jiuling is more talented than you, and you are upset that Deng Jiuling has taken away your favorite ink dance!" The beautiful woman in red dress giggled and laughed. Flowery.
"My eldest sister Mo Wu is arrogant and never sees men in the world. Since she can choose Deng Jiuling, it means that this kid is indeed very strong."
Mo Yu's tone was flat, and he said coldly: "But even if this kid has a higher talent than this son, it's just a representative of talent."
"Perhaps Deng Jiuling is a peerless genius, but this son is a peerless powerhouse."
"Geniuses are used to be trampled before they rise, and there is a risk of falling at any time."
Mo Yu was indeed shocked by the high talent of Deng Jiuling.
But Mo Yu was only slightly shocked by Deng Jiuling, nothing more.
Mo Yugui is the son of the South China Sea, who shines like the scorching sun in the South China Sea, and is a peerless powerhouse who is highly anticipated.
But what almost no one knows is that before Mo Yu was seven years old, his talent was sealed by the "veteran" of the Mo family, and almost reduced to waste.
From the age of three to seven, Mo Yu endured humiliation, endured countless eyes, and was almost killed.
During that nightmarish childhood, Mo Yu understood one thing, that is... In this world, there is never a lack of genius.
What is really lacking in this world is the innate powerhouse who can step on the foot of the mountains and stand in the clouds and overlook the common people.
And Mo Yu's pursuit is the innate realm!
In addition to the congenital warriors, there are only three-step warriors that can make Mo Yu a little jealous.
But within three steps, that was a realm that Mo Yu hadn't stepped into, so what was your Deng Jiuling
So no matter how talented Deng Jiuling is, Mo Yu will not be upset.
"Deng Jiuling, unless your talent is high, unless you are within three steps, otherwise in the eyes of this young man, you are just an ant."
Mo Yu stood with his hands in his hands, his tone indifferent like a god.
…
At the same time, the stone gate leading to the fourth floor from the third-story stupa was finally opened.
"Fourth floor!"
Deng Jiuling's eyes were burning and he stepped up the stairs.