"Qin Feng won't break the record of the blood ancestor, right?"
According to ancient records, it took forty-five days for the blood ancestor to break through the Blood God Tower, and up to now, Qin Feng's speed has not changed.
It still maintains the speed of one quarter of an hour and three hundred layers in ten days.
Doesn't that mean that Qin Feng will not be able to break through the Blood God Tower for more than thirty-five days!
Isn't this ten days longer than the blood ancestor's clearance record
"This is impossible!"
"What a myth is the blood ancestor, how does Master Qin compare with the blood ancestor
Don't look at him still maintaining the speed of one quarter of an hour to the first floor, but up to the 900th floor, even with the blood ancestor's Tianzong wizard, it will take fifteen days.
How can this Master Qin, He De, break the record of the blood ancestor. "
Above the Wangcheng Square, the major nobles shook their heads as they discussed fiercely.
Although they believed in Qin Feng's strength, they were absolutely unwilling to believe that Qin Feng was comparable to the blood ancestor, or even surpassed the blood ancestor. This was simply impossible.
Who is the blood ancestor? It is a figure of faith of countless blood ancestors in the blood continent, a god who lives in the clouds.
How could this Qin Feng compare with the gods
Totally impossible.
The nobles in the royal city subconsciously denied it.
"Is it really impossible?"
The patriarchs of the ancient twelve clans, such as Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, and Song Ming, looked at each other, and they could see the solemnity in the eyes of the other party.
Blood ancestors also rose from blood descent.
Since the blood continent can produce one blood ancestor, why can't it produce a second one
Really thought that the heads of the ancient twelve clans were caught by the door, and willingly searched the world, sending out nearly 3 billion third-grade immortal stones
If it hadn't seen this possibility, why would the ancient twelve clans sent so many third-grade immortal stones
This is the way of survival of the ancient twelve clans-to take precautions and eradicate the root of all dangers.
…
Blood God Tower.
Standing high in the clouds, hidden in a thousand layers between nothingness and reality, an ancient figure slowly woke up.
His old and deep eyes pierced through the layers of void and faintly fell into the tower space where Qin Feng was.
"It's kind of interesting, it's kind of interesting."
"Since the little friend insists on doing this, then I will give you a little excitement."
With the wave of the blood ancestor's big hand, a vague wave of waves descended from a thousand layers of void, each passing layer, it seemed to inject a little spirit and power into each layer of blood spirit.
And with such a little more spirit and power, the strength of the blood spirits from the 700th floor up has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Qin Feng, who stepped into the seven hundredth floor of the Blood God Tower, sensed this change for the first time.
"Ancient God Seventh Heaven?"
Looking at the gradually condensing blood spirit in the void, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the gradually awakening blood spirit quite profoundly.
According to the introduction of the elder Baimei, the blood spirit's strength will not change at night at the 600th floor of the Blood God Tower, and all remain at the level of the Sixth Heaven of the Ancient God.
Once you break through the seventh heaven of the ancient gods, who can break through
The nine heavens of the ancient gods, one layer of the sky, one layer of the earth, and the ability to break through the one layer of heaven and fight higher and higher is already considered a natural talent.
Fighting with two more tiers is almost impossible.
At least in the hearts of the nobles in the blood continent, this is simply impossible.
"interesting."
Qin Feng nodded slightly, raised his foot and stepped into the blood spirit's sensing range.
The blood spirit that had just condensed and formed immediately launched a fierce attack. It was like a real strong man, exuding endless coercion between its gestures.
"Not only has the strength become stronger, even the soul seems to have become stronger."
With a sword blocking the sword that the blood spirit violently hacked away, Qin Feng was startled and his expression began to become solemn.
His slightly squinted eyes flickered, silently analyzing the flaws of the blood spirit.
"This is a set of knives unique to the blood clan."
Two hours later, Qin Feng finally confirmed the sword technique used by Xue Ling's hands.
This set of sword techniques is exquisite, even with Qin Feng's talent and understanding, it took two hours to finally crack the blood spirit's sword technique.
Huh—
The long sword cleverly penetrated the blade curtain and sent it into the bloody eyebrows.
"it is finally over."
With a long sigh in his heart, Qin Feng recalled the bit by bit of the blood spirit's sword technique, and began to silently deconstruct the domain and mystery of the seven hundred floors of the Blood God Tower.
But with Qin Feng's quiet, there was a hustle and bustle on the Wangcheng Square.
"Six hours."
"After half a day, Master Qin's light talisman hasn't moved."
"Let me just say, how could there be a more talented existence in the blood race continent than the blood ancestor."
"It's simply impossible."
"If you want to break through the blood ancestor record, let's save the time."
"I admit Master Qin's talent, but compared with the blood ancestor, hehe, foolish dreams."
Many people began to relax.
The faith in their hearts cannot be challenged by anyone.
The blood ancestor is the only true god.
With these laughs, the patriarchs of several ancient twelve clans, such as Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, Song Ming, sighed in their hearts, looked at each other, smiled and nodded: "Let's take a look again!"
As the voice fell, Qin Feng's light symbols began to change, and the number immediately after it rose by one to become 701.
"It took six hours and a quarter of an hour."
Leng Yan looked up at the sky and came to a conclusion.
Don't look down on this short quarter of an hour. This short quarter of an hour means that Qin Feng can no longer maintain a constant speed and has encountered certain difficulties.
This is the focus of everyone's attention.
Even if there is an extra breath time, it also means that Qin Feng has broken the almost constant rate.
"The seven-hundred floor has an extra quarter of an hour, the eight-hundred floor has an additional hour, and the nine-hundred floor has an additional day... Haha!"
Secret smiles appeared at the corners of the lips of Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, Song Ming and others.
…
Blood God Tower.
"A quarter of an hour was wasted."
Qin Feng shook his head, raised his foot and stepped onto the solid stairs, heading towards the 701st floor.
The blood ancestor suddenly intervened, and in the space up to the seven hundred floors, each blood spirit would practice a set of unprecedented sword techniques or sword moves.
Qin Feng laughed dumbly.
"Is this a reward from the blood ancestor?"
It's a pity that the three thousand worlds of the human world have innumerable spells and Taoism, so why should Qin Feng bother to learn the techniques of the blood race.
Moreover, the origin of practice has the same goal in different ways, and the end points of Buddhism and Taoism all point to rules and realms.
Controlling the rules and domains is equivalent to controlling the mysteries of the universe.
For this reason, even if Qin Feng clicked a finger casually, it brought endless pressure.
Seven hundred floors, 701 floors, 702 floors...
One quarter of an hour one layer, maintaining a constant speed, Qin Feng advancing towards the eight hundred layers of void.
After six hours, Qin Feng broke through the eight hundredth floor as scheduled.
"..."
In the Wangcheng Square, there was no sound.
"It's still six hours, half a day."
Countless nobles just came out of emotion, with a little unbelievable emotion, and their faces were at a loss.