Chapter 1940 A Lot of Insight

On the 70th floor of Baizhan Building, Lingxianquan towns the mountains and rivers, fighting the pure-blooded golden-winged Dapeng. 1 novel ≥ ﹤

This monster is one of the ten royal families, extremely powerful, especially pure blood, and it is even more powerful.

However, in front of Ling Xian, the golden-winged Dapeng was not enough.

Today, he is already powerful to a terrifying level. Looking at the demon clan, only the royal family and the heavenly demon can fight against him!

boom!

The blood spilled, the feathers flew, and the golden-winged Dapeng roared in the sky, but it could not change the outcome of the defeat, and was killed by Ling Xian!

"It's getting harder and harder..."

Ling Xianxing narrowed his eyes. In the first fifty floors, he used one finger to destroy the enemy, but from the fiftyth floor onwards, all the enemies were of vulgar blood, and it was difficult to kill them with one move.

However, it suits him.

He is here to sharpen himself. If the opponent is too weak, how can it have the effect of sharpening?

"There are more and more contribution points."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. He had already passed the 70th floor, and he had received a total of more than 20,000 contribution points. In addition to the 10,000 he paid, he also earned more than 10,000.

"The difficulty is increasing, and so are the contribution points. If I can reach the 80th floor, at least I have to get 50,000 contribution points."

"No wonder Elder Wu said that Baizhan Tower is the fastest place to earn contribution points. For those with strength, this is indeed the case."

With a chuckle, Ling Xian walked to the seventy-first floor and saw two pure-blooded golden-winged rocs.

The cultivation base is the same as him, in the middle stage of the eighth realm, but the foundation is inferior to him.

Therefore, Ling Xian won this battle very easily, and got 2,000 contribution points.

The seventy-second floor is a three-headed pure-blooded golden-winged Dapeng, whose cultivation base is equal to his, but his foundation is inferior.

Therefore, Ling Xian still won simply and neatly, and got 3,000 contribution points.

The seventy-third floor is a pure-blooded Kunpeng. Not only is his cultivation level equal to him, but his foundation is also the same.

This put pressure on Ling Xian. After all, the pure-blooded Kunpeng is the emperor of the monsters.

And whether it is foundation or realm, it is not inferior to him.

Boom boom boom!

Divine Wings opened the sky, fisted the mountains and rivers, Ling Xian fought the pure-blooded Kunpeng, and it took more than 500 tricks to kill him.

"Cough, worthy of being a pure-blooded Kunpeng, indeed powerful." Ling Xian coughed up blood, and his white clothes were dyed red.

This pure-blooded Kunpeng is very powerful. Not only is his cultivation level on par with him, but his foundation is also the same. He is indeed a formidable enemy.

Fortunately, Kunpeng is strong, he is stronger!

"Yes, this level has 5,000 contribution points."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, then withdrew the smile and turned solemn.

According to the previous rules, the next level is likely to be two pure-blooded Kunpeng.

This means that in a desperate situation, even if it is Ling Xian, it is difficult for one to fight two under the same realm and the same foundation.

"If there are really two pure-blooded Kunpeng, most of them will stop."

Ling Xianxing narrowed her eyes, running the ancient blood of Tianzun to heal herself.

After a while, he returned to his peak state, and then stepped out to the seventy-fourth floor.

Roar!

The shocking roar of the beast resounded, and a black tiger condensed and formed, swallowing the mountains and rivers, shocking nine days.

That kind of power is a bit stronger than the pure-blooded Kunpeng on the previous floor!

"This is... a variant of the white tiger clan!" Ling Xian's eyes narrowed.

This is a pure-blooded white tiger. The reason why it is pitch black is because it is an extremely rare alien species, stronger than a white tiger!

"Fortunately, it's not two pure-blooded Kunpeng..."

Ling Xian smiled, but still did not dare to be careless.

This black tiger is a variant of the white tiger family. It is naturally stronger than most white tigers and is definitely a formidable enemy!

Roar!

The void shattered, the ground shook.

The black tiger is fierce and unparalleled, and its sharp claws open the sky, making Ling Xian moved.

However, he is not only not afraid, but has high fighting spirit!

The purpose of his trip is to fight against the strong, accumulate combat experience, and cultivate invincibility.

Therefore, Ling Xian's fighting spirit rushed to the sky and faced the black tiger with the Peerless Emperor Fist!

Boom boom boom!

From the start of the war, the world is shocked, Ling Xian is like an immortal emperor, and Heihu is like a beast emperor, all of them are invincible!

Soon, three hundred strokes passed.

Ling Xian and Heihu were both injured, but in general, Heihu was more seriously injured.

Especially after 500 moves, the black tiger showed his defeat, no longer as brave as before.

However, Ling Xian became more and more brave the more he fought. He was truly like an immortal war emperor, swallowing three thousand worlds with rage, and fighting power over nine days!

After another 100 strokes, the black tiger became weaker and weaker, and was beaten by Ling Xian, coughing up blood, and was unable to fight back.

"ended."

Ling Xian's eyes flashed with cold electricity, and the light of Yao Xian blasted out, smashing the black tiger forcefully.

The next moment, the light curtain dissipated, which meant that he could set foot on the seventy-fifth floor.

However, Ling Xian didn't take a step. First, he needed to heal, and second, he felt the battle.

He closed his eyes, recalled every move of the black tiger, and imprinted it in his heart.

After a while, Ling Xian opened her star eyes, revealing a faint smile.

After this battle, his combat experience has increased a lot. This is the advantage of invisibility, which naturally makes him happy.

Immediately, he stepped to the seventy-fifth floor and heard a loud phoenix ming.

boom!

Shenhuo appeared, the real phoenix appeared, noble and elegant, showing invincible posture.

"Pure blood true phoenix..."

Ling Xian had a headache, the pure-blooded true phoenix and the true dragon were side by side, even if they looked at the seven royal families, they were among the best.

It is no exaggeration to say that this pure-blooded true phoenix is ​​definitely stronger than the previous xenogeneic white tiger!

However, Ling Xian was not afraid.

One-on-one, he has never been afraid of anyone!

At the moment, Ling Xian draws the power of Xia into the body, immortal bone shines in the world, Emperor Fist shakes the sky!

boom!

The divine fire filled the sky and burned the eight wastes. The pure-blooded true phoenix was outrageously powerful, and its wings split the sky and the earth, causing Ling Xian's qi and blood to churn.

"What a powerful pure-blooded true phoenix, but it's exactly what I want."

Ling Xian laughed loudly, swallowed the mountains and rivers with anger, and bravely crowned the world.

His left hand imperial fist, right hand fierce sword, with a strong attitude of self-respect, he faced the pure-blooded true phoenix.

One hundred strokes, three hundred strokes, five hundred strokes, Ling Xian fought more and more bravely, and the real phoenix feathers flew and blood spilled.

After seven hundred moves, he even gained the upper hand, making the pure-blooded true phoenix moan and lose the power to fight back.

In the end, Emperor Lingxian opened the sky and killed Zhenhuang powerfully.

The figure dissipated and the light curtain cracked, which meant that he could set foot on the seventy-sixth floor.

"Sure enough."

Ling Xian's clothes were stained with blood and his face was pale, but he was smiling, smiling happily.

Not only because of the contribution points, but also because he has honed himself.

The pure blood Kunpeng, the alien white tiger, and the terrifying real phoenix, which one is not the existence of the same rank?

After fighting them, Ling Xian learned a lot, and next time he encounters them, he will definitely be able to suppress them faster!

At the moment, he strode to the seventy-seventh floor.

This time, Ling Xian saw two monsters, one in the shape of a turtle and the other in the shape of a snake.

"Xuanwu?"

Ling Xian's expression became solemn. Xuanwu is one of the seven royal families, not the strongest, but it is recognized as the most difficult.

Because pure blood Xuanwu can be transformed into two forms, one is a snake, which is the main attack, and the other is a turtle, which is the main defense.

The two complement each other and cooperate seamlessly. No creature is willing to confront Xuanwu.

"I would like to try, how powerful is the pure-blood Xuanwu, which is known as the most difficult monster in the demon race."

Ling Xian's star eyes are bright, and the fighting spirit is soaring to the sky.

Whether it is pure blood Xuanwu or pure blood dragon, he is not afraid of anyone in a battle of the same rank!