An ancient city is full of monks in battle armor. The lowest realm is the initial stage of the gods. There are thousands of them, and the battle gas is soaring into the sky, which makes the sky pale and the earth trembles.
In the ancient city, there are earth-shattering sounds of battle, mixed with screams and screams, and the smoke is endless, just like an army attacking and slaughtering the city.
In fact, in this ancient city, only Feng Feiyun was fighting with blood.
This is an endless war, in addition to killing, it is still killing, as if to kill the end of the world, until the beginning of the flood.
"Boom!"
Holding a huge war sword in his hand, he stood on the stone platform of an ancient building. He held a stone knife in both hands and used a hundred thousand mighty force to smash the black armor of a monk in the middle stage of the God Foundation. The stone knife was not damaged, and the iron armor was It was pierced by the fire, and the body was broken into pieces.
This battle was very tragic. Under the stone platform of the building, there were piles of dead corpses, at least seven or eighty, and the magic mist on Feng Feiyun's body had already faded with the consumption of the spiritual energy in the body, and it was crimson red. The blood-like eyes gradually returned to normal.
After all, the blood of the demon in Feng Feiyun's body has only awakened a little. As long as the dantian's spiritual energy is consumed too much, it will naturally go silent and hide in the depths of the blood, unless the blood of the demon is stimulated again.
He was holding the stone knife in both hands, gasping for breath, and a force of incomparable sleepiness hit his heart, but he still held his chest out, did not bend over, and looked down at the infinite opponent below.
"Since we want to fight, we will continue to fight endlessly."
Although he could not see the slightest hope of breaking through the sixth floor of the Infinite Tower, the fighting spirit on Feng Feiyun did not diminish. It is three times the normal training speed.
Fighting is the fastest way to become stronger.
The battle of life and death can stimulate the potential of the body infinitely.
Feng Feiyun's hands were already stained with blood, and the handle of the knife he was holding became wet and sticky. The huge white stone war knife had already turned blood red.
"puff!"
Another person was cut off, but another person pulled a shocking wound on his back, the skin was cracked a finger width, and the blood was gurgling down, swallowing people's lives.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Feiyun forcibly turned around, endured the severe pain, holding the knife in both hands, the bones on his body clucked, the muscles pulled, and all the strength was running on the arm, waving the 35,000-pound stone knife, The monks in the early days of Shenji were smashed into blood and mud, and their bones were shaken into slag.
As long as there is a trace of strength left, the fight will continue.
From ancient times to the present, there are only six people in the Vientiane Tower who can reach the seventh floor in the realm of the gods. All of these six people are epic-level geniuses. It may not be possible to produce such a character in an era. Not ashamed.
"It's been an hour, and Feng Feiyun still hasn't retreated?"
The people waiting outside the Infinite Pagoda all stared at the three boundless ancient mirrors above the stone monument. After an hour passed, none of the three boundless ancient mirrors did not have a dim light, which was beyond all expectations. people's expectations.
Many people think that Feng Feiyun can only hold on for a quarter of an hour at most and then he will be defeated, but now that eight quarters of an hour have passed (one hour = two hours = eight quarters), he still hasn't conceded defeat and is still breaking into the sixth floor. , the time was eight times longer than Ji Feng.
The little demon and Shi Yelai entered the sixth floor of the Infinite Tower one step ahead of Feng Feiyun, and they did not retreat, and of course they did not reach the seventh floor, and were still fighting on the sixth floor.
"How exactly did you pass through the sixth floor of the Infinite Tower?" A student asked the seniors present.
These seniors have passed through the Boundless Pagoda, because their cultivation base is getting stronger and stronger, and the number of layers they have broken through is far more than the sixth floor of the Boundless Pagoda. Floor, entered the ninth floor.
To break through the Infinite Tower, talent accounts for a part, and cultivation also accounts for a part.
Zhang Ba Dao said solemnly: "If the difficulty of each floor of the Infinite Tower is divided into ten parts, then talent accounts for four of them, mind accounts for four of them, cultivation only accounts for one, and luck accounts for the other. "
With high talent, high mentality, high cultivation, and good luck, naturally you can break into the depths of the Infinite Tower.
Among them, talent and mind account for the largest proportion.
"The sixth floor of the Immeasurable Pagoda not only tests a person's talent and mind, but also tests a person's willpower and luck. Countless people are blocked on this floor, and many are not because their talent is not high enough or their cultivation is not strong enough. But luck is not good enough, willpower is not firm enough." Zhang Ba Dao said.
Long Chuanfeng said with a smile: "A person does not have to be extremely talented to become the world's hero, as long as his willpower is strong enough, he can still prove the Tao."
Those who have not crossed the sixth floor of the Infinite Tower only know that what they say is very reasonable, but they cannot understand what they mean at all.
"boom!"
One of the three immeasurable ancient mirrors once again spewed out bright blue light, this time even more dazzling and splendid, like a blue rainbow soaring into the sky, reflecting half of the sky into blue.
The momentum was really huge, and the spiritual bell above the clock tower made three thunderous vibrations for it.
This is because someone broke into the seventh floor of the Immeasurable Pagoda with the resources of the sky, and the spirit bell will ring three times, as if it is announcing the world.
At the top of the ninety-ninth-story clock tower, which is high into the clouds, a scholar in white leaned on the railing to look at the sea of clouds and the direction of the Boundless Pagoda. The hand retracted into the sleeve.
A person who relies on his hands to eat will naturally cherish his hands more, hiding them in his sleeves is always safer than exposing them outside.
At least that's what the scholars of heaven think. Those who know how to hide their hands are the smartest people.
"The ninth epic genius is born!" As soon as the white-clothed scholar finished speaking, a bronze pen inserted into his hair bun flew out automatically and carved the ninth name on one wall of the clock tower. .
He didn't use his hands, and the words written by the bronze pen were also smooth and smooth, and the atmosphere was natural, and it was more elegant than the magic of the famous master.
"It's a little demon! It's terrifying. When he was only twelve years old, he broke into the seventh floor of the Infinite Tower. Throughout the ages, there are only a handful of talents that can compare with her."
The first to break into the seventh floor was actually the little demon. This twelve-year-old girl was above talent and completely defeated Feng Feiyun and Shi Yelai.
Of course, after the little demon broke into the seventh floor, she did not retreat. She was still rushing, and her momentum was not declining. Is it difficult for her to step into the eighth floor of the Infinite Tower
Stepping into the eighth floor of the Infinite Pagoda at the age of twelve will make many people die of shame.
"I think it's possible, the little demon must have stepped into the ranks of epic-level geniuses, and his cultivation base has undoubtedly reached the ranks of the destiny realm. I am afraid that the combat power is already half a kilogram of that of the eight epic-level geniuses, and it may not be impossible to break into the first. Eighth floor."
"The little demon is indeed a little too powerful, twelve years old, twelve years old!" A genius man kept sighing, feeling that in front of the little demon, he was simply not worthy of being called a genius.
"The little demon was able to pass through the sixth floor of the Infinite Tower because she has reached the realm of destiny. This shows that she is unparalleled in talent, but she also forcibly passed the barrier by relying on her strong cultivation. On the contrary, I feel that Feng Feiyun If He Shi Yelai can pass through the sixth floor, it will be even more shocking, after all, they are still in the realm of the gods, especially Feng Feiyun is the pinnacle of the gods."
Many people nodded their heads, and felt that what they said was very reasonable. The so-called talent, young age and high cultivation base, can be regarded as extremely talented. And the same realm, invincible combat power, this is also extremely talented.
The former is a fast-growing type; the latter is a thick and thin hairstyle.
One lifts up like stars, and the other slowly rises like a scorching sun.
The stars and the fierce Japan are the same existence. No one can tell which is stronger. As long as they can account for one of them, they can be called genius geniuses.
But only with a fast training speed and a combat power comparable to the king of the same realm, can such a person be called an "epic genius".
The little demon is an epic genius.
However, Feng Feiyun is still one step away from an epic genius, unless he cultivates the "Undead Phoenix Body", can reach the fourth stage of blood exchange, return to the original, and his physique can be called an epic. level of genius.
In the end, the little demon did not pass through the Infinite Seventh Floor and retreated.
"Don't play, don't play, it's not fun at all, it hurts, it hurts..."
The little demon walked out of the Infinite Tower, still neatly dressed, wearing a small red coat, holding the white cat, she covered her little fingers and kept crying out in pain.
After the other people walked out of the Infinite Tower, they were either hurting their muscles or bones, or they were covered in blood, and they were so exhausted that they almost lost the strength to walk. Only this little demon came back from the seventh floor of the Immeasurable Pagoda. There was not a drop of blood on his body, he was neat, and he was jumping up and down, as if he had just returned from a neighbor's house with a white cat in his arms.
Although she clutched her little finger and screamed in pain, she still made the monks waiting outside speechless, "She didn't fall to the ground herself and hit her finger, right?"
"Little cousin, are you injured?" Feng Lingji walked out and asked with concern.
"I'm injured, it hurts to death." The little demon covered his little finger and said pitifully, his black eyes blinked, and he was about to burst into tears.
Feng Lingji was defeated on the fourth floor of the Infinite Tower and almost reached the fifth floor.
The little demon kept screaming in pain, and kept blowing his fingers with his small mouth, as if he had never suffered such a "severe" injury.
"This little girl is really hurting people, she is also called an injury?" Ji Feng had thirty wounds all over his body, and he sat cross-legged to heal his injuries. He really couldn't stand this crying little girl. Grit your teeth, your heart is bleeding!
Those who originally planned to go to the Boundless Tower were all ashamed and were hit hard.