Eight Hundred and Fifty Seventh Chapter God Power

Inside the Xietian Tower, the terrifying power aura of the evil forest has absolute suppression on the true essence of ordinary powerhouses.

The False God Kings present felt that the True Yuan in their bodies was suppressed and imprisoned.

And the more you resist, the more powerful that invisible pressure will be.

therefore.

Zhao Feng made a very wise choice, regardless of the true essence in his body, let the power aura be suppressed.

In this case, his pressure will be less.

wow plop

On the other hand, one of the False God Kings instinctively revolted with True Qi, vomited blood directly, crawled on the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Just stepped into the Xietian Tower, the gap between everyone is reflected.

The few people walking on the first step were Xuanyuanwen, Zhao Feng, Nangongsheng, Zhao Yufei, and Mo Dongyao.

Followed by the "Nine Princes" at the peak king level.

In the back, there are some domain-level kings such as Luo Zun, ordinary kings.

"The power in this Evil Sky Tower is definitely not something we can touch..."

"No wonder even 'Xin Wuhen' failed."

Several of the ordinary kings had only taken a few steps, their faces were flushed, and they had plans to retreat.

They stared at the few people on the first step and went deeper.

"This purple-haired double evil can actually reach the forefront, and Zhao Feng's cultivation level has not even reached the level of a king..."

Luo Zun was displeased.

Xuanyuan Wen can come to the forefront, that is because his cultivation base is the strongest. As a genius emperor of a four-star sect, his strength is better than that of ordinary virtual god emperors.

Zhao Yufei has the spiritual bloodline of the Primordial Ten Thousand Clan Ranking, and her physique is extremely special, so it is not too surprising.

Mo Dongyao, who has the protection of the power of the ancient artifact, is also reasonable.

As for Zhao Feng and Nangong Sheng, it was a bit incredible to be able to come to the forefront.

"Comparatively speaking, that power aura has the strongest suppression of true essence, followed by the will of the soul and the physical body."

Zhao Feng was calm and composed.

When it comes to the will of the soul, only Xuanyuan Wen can compare with him on the field.

If compared to the physical body, Zhao Feng's Saint Lightning Body on the fifth floor can almost crush the other kings present.

After completely giving up the control of Zhen Yuan, Zhao Feng was more relaxed than most people.

Of course, the most unreasonable one should be Nangong Sheng.

Nangong Sheng's cultivation base, physique, and soul will not be considered top-notch, but he can reach the forefront.

even.

As he walked, his steps had a sense of elegance, and the evil power in his body was agitated and active.

Zhao Feng found that in the Xietian Tower, the terrifying power of the evil forest did not seem to have any suppressing effect on Nangong Sheng.

Nangong Sheng licked his lips with a bit of excitement and anticipation.

After a moment.

A group of kings, walking slowly, entered the second floor of the "Evil Sky Tower".

The second floor of the Evil Sky Tower.

Everyone found some valuable treasures. The tables, chairs, books and paintings in front of them were all beyond the ordinary.

The breath of some items is no less than a sub-artifact.

However.

The forbidden formation of the gods in the Xietian Tower is very complete, and there are almost no flaws to follow.

Even if there are traces to follow, under the suppression of the residual divine power, everyone can't take it.

The pressure of the second layer is obviously larger than that of the first layer.

The five people on the first step are not bad.

Some of the king's elites in the back were deeply stressed and short of breath.

"Apart from the special suppression of True Essence, the suppression of the Evil Sky Tower is not as good as the 'Dream Realm Taikoo."

Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He often enters the immemorial dreamland, adapting to the strong pressure of heaven and earth there.

With his tyrannical physique and soul will, it is not too difficult to walk in the Evil Sky Tower.

After a cup of tea.

The five geniuses of the first step stepped onto the third floor of the Evil Sky Pagoda.

The style of the scene on the third floor changed again, but it was all related to the living life of the owner of the Xietian Tower.

Everyone had no time to pay attention, and under great pressure, they went deeper and deeper.

And this time.

Some ordinary kings in the back have already failed and retreated one after another. If you try harder, you may not even have the strength to come out.

Xuanyuanwen's five people on the first step did not know how many floors the Xietian Pagoda had, and they climbed step by step.

After half an hour.

Xuanyuanwen, Zhao Feng, Nangongsheng, Zhao Yufei, and Mo Dongyao set foot on the fifth floor.

At this time.

As strong as Xuanyuan Wen, there was a trace of sweat on his forehead; Zhao Yufei was short of breath, and a few traces of red appeared on her pretty face.

"Everyone, I'll stay on the fifth floor first."

Xuanyuanwen smiled slightly, and suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground.

The other four were stunned; Xuanyuanwen's strength was clearly the strongest, so why didn't he insist.

"That power aura is incompatible with my cultivation system. I just want to stay here and feel the aura of power that remains..."

There was even a shy look on Xuanyuan's handsome face.

Zhao Feng's face showed a hint of enlightenment; he vaguely understood that Xin Wuhen had failed before.

There are many opportunities in this Xieyang Mansion, but not every opportunity is suitable for everyone.

The "Tianxuan Palace" where Xuanyuan Wen is located is a four-star super sect of the righteous way; and in the Xietian Tower, the power of the evil forest is incompatible with his cultivation system.

Rather than taking risks, it is better to retreat in spite of difficulties, and feel the residual breath of the power of "God" by the way.

The so-called "Heavenly rank and divine position" is beyond the ordinary and belongs to the realm of the gods.

legend.

After the Mysterious Light Realm, there is the "Heavenly Rank". Once you break through this barrier, you will be able to get the approval of the heavens and the earth and get the "God" after going through the baptism of the gods.

The ancient god Xieyang is the "powerful person in the divine position", and according to mythological records, every goddess has its own "sacred position".

But these are so far-flung myths to the general powerhouse.

And in this Evil Sky Tower, the residual aura of divine power naturally made some geniuses of kings feel heartbroken.

If you can get this power, maybe you can touch the realm of "God"

This is an irresistible fatal temptation even for the Great Emperor and Holy Master Xuanguang.

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to feel the power of a gentleman..."

Xuanyuan Wen closed his eyes.

then.

There were only four people left on the first step: Zhao Feng, Nangong Sheng, Zhao Yufei, and Mo Dongyao.

When she stepped on the sixth floor, Zhao Yufei's complexion was slightly pale, but her spirit clan physique was extremely special, and she still had tenacious resistance.

And that Mo Dongyao, more rely on the power of ancient artifacts to protect.

"Yu Fei, Miss Mo, you might as well give up first. The opportunity of this evil tower is unpredictable, and it may not be suitable for you."

Zhao Feng said.

The next level may not even be involved in Xin Wuhen.

"Brother Feng, Senior Brother Nangong, you have to be careful..."

Zhao Yufei did not continue.

Perhaps, her Spiritual Race bloodline still has great potential to be tapped and can climb to a higher level.

But she also saw that the opportunity of Xietian Tower was not suitable for her.

"I'm sorry I have to move on, this is the meaning of the senior swordsman."

Mo Dongyao responded calmly.

The ancient god's remnant sword in her hand bloomed with a hazy light blue sword light swirl, guarding the whole body.

"All right."

Zhao Feng did not force it.

After that little sword saint, abandoned his physical soul and incarnated as a soul sword and merged with the ancient artifact, his own realm and kendo attainments reached an unbelievable height.

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In the Xietian Tower, there are only three people left, Zhao Feng, who are slowly advancing.

in this process.

The purple blood mark between Nangong Sheng's eyebrows, the bright red colored glass, flickered frequently; his hair, completely turned into purple blood, was distinguished from Zhao Feng's dreamy purple.

buzz

Nangong Sheng's body surface was covered with a layer of purple blood and silver light, and the power in his body was restless, with a look of eager excitement.

Among the three, Nangong Sheng was at the forefront.

Because the evil spirit's terrifying "god position" power aura in the Xietian Tower did not have much suppressive effect on him.

on the seventh floor.

"Nangong Sheng, stop first"

A cold voice came from behind, from the purple-haired boy with golden lines all over his body.

"Zhao Feng..."

The excitement on Nangong Sheng's face suddenly cooled down a bit, and he felt a chill that pierced his soul.

at this time.

The purple-haired boy's left pupil was like a deep blue lake, and that icy cold energy penetrated and froze Nangong Sheng's soul and will.

"How is it possible that he can still use bloodline pupils in Xietian Tower."

Mo Dongyao couldn't believe it.

Under the pressure of the power of the evil heaven tower, her kendo will is difficult to get out of the body.

Many other forces are even more difficult to mobilize.

However, in this case, this young man can still open the blood vessels and pupils.

Under the gaze of Zhao Feng's bloodline left pupil, Nangong Sheng's body and mind were shocked, and a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

call

Nangong Sheng took a long breath, sweating profusely, and immediately sat cross-legged, concentrating on meditation.

"Zhao Feng, thanks to you just now..."

Nangong Sheng's expression was complicated, with a hint of gratitude.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's left pupil of the bloodline opened, his purple hair danced wildly, exuding a breath of the ancient times, and the gods and demons were easy to change.

That aura, even the aura of divine power remaining in the Xietian Tower, could not be suppressed, and even did not dare to get too close.

"Eternal ancient shattered, immemorial gods perished, turned into trillions of dust..."

There seemed to be an empty and desolate sigh that resounded in Zhao Feng's mind.

pounding

In that instant, Zhao Feng's eyes of the gods were beating frequently, and the terrifying aura around him was faintly trembling.

the same moment.

At the highest level of the Xietian Tower, a distorted and transparent purple-blooded figure suddenly lost his voice: "What does the bloodline pupil of the breath of the ancient gods have to do with the eight gods?"

a time.

In the entire Xietian Tower, the gloomy and terrifying aura oppressed it sharply.

seventh floor.

Nangong Sheng's eyes gradually became clear, his face was calm, and he nodded solemnly.

"Set off."

The three of them are still together, going deeper into the higher level of Xietian Tower.

Dazzling.

Two days have passed.

I don't know how many floors they walked, but the three of Zhao Feng finally reached the top.

The top floor of the Xietian Tower is empty, and the naked eye can only see a black futon, empty.

The power of the gods at the top is oppressed by aura, and it has reached an extreme.

Zhao Feng's body was stiff and heavy for a while, almost unable to move, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

fine.

His divine eye is the only restricted area that is not affected by suppression.

"Be careful"

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, and he sensed a huge spiritual body, and even his divine eyes felt a trace of cold and uneasy about the immunity of the soul level.

Immediately.

The left pupil of his bloodline began to gain insight and search, but his senses were cut off by the remaining power of the evil god.

click

The purple blood mark between Nangong Sheng's eyebrows, a scorching throbbing, and an extremely strong cordial call, drove him to the black futon in the middle of the top floor step by step.

Zhao Feng launched the bloodline secret technique and tried to stop it, but was cut off by the remaining evil spirit power.

He and Mo Dongyao, looking at Nangong Sheng, walked to the black futon, like the masters here, and sat on it.

Boom~

The moment Nangong Sheng sat on the futon, the remaining divine power in the entire Xietian Pagoda was shocked, and there was a sense of crisis of space collapse.

A forbidden breath, centered on the Xietian Pagoda, swept the entire Xieyang Mansion, causing countless creatures to tremble.