Section 2094

The Lin family uses its own method to show the cruel reality of the world before everyone's eyes.

As for how much you understand, it's up to you.

Lin Moyu followed the crowd and came to the gate of the dojo.

A thin layer of mist lingered on the door. He smiled slightly and walked in casually.

In the dojo, there is also mist floating around.

The entire dojo is circular, with rows of stairs surrounding it. The seats are higher toward the outside and farther away from the center.

At the center point, there is a jade platform with a diameter of only ten meters. There is currently no one on it, and the Blood Killing God has not arrived yet.

Many people have already taken their seats, and many others are moving towards the center, but they are quickly blocked. Each one seems to have hit an invisible wall and retreats with a muffled groan.

There are also people who do not believe in evil after being blocked, and burst out with amazing aura, trying to rush over.

But it was useless, they still failed.

The formations are distinguished by the realm of the soul. There is no difference between the strength and weakness of the realm.

Only ten meters away from the central sapphire platform, there are some futons placed.

This is the closest place to Qingyu Terrace and the most demanding place. No one has arrived here yet.

Then, for every kilometer further away, a futon will be placed, the requirements will be reduced accordingly, and the location will be higher.

There are twenty levels in total, which means that the soul strength is divided into 20 levels.

Lin Moyu observed for a while and roughly understood the specific classification of levels.

From the first to the third floor, no one was seated.

Starting from the fourth floor, there is already a god sitting on it.

That was a high-level god.

Sitting on the fifth floor is the sixth-level deity.

The further outward you go, the lower your realm becomes.

Every time the deity falls by one level, its strength will vary greatly, making it difficult to cross the level.

Starting from the eleventh floor, sitting is the Little God Lord, and further out is the God King.

"It's a bit interesting, layer by layer, clearly differentiated."

Lin Moyu's eyes shone slightly, and such fine distinction and control over the soul was no longer possible with ordinary formations.

Lin Moyu felt the power of rules and runes from the formation. The formation should be composed of runes, and it came from the other side realm.

"Is this the formation arranged by the ancestor of the Lin family?" Lin Moyu thought in his mind and walked forward.

He was already attracting attention, and many people in the dojo were secretly paying attention to him.

Lin Moyu has been practicing for a very short time, and he has reached the realm of the Little God So quickly.

Many people feel that his foundation is unstable and his realm has improved, but his soul is not much stronger.

The improvement of soul is much more difficult than the improvement of cultivation level.

They also wanted to see where Lin Moyu could go.

"He is a little god, he should be able to reach the eleventh floor."

"It shouldn't be a problem. I heard that his combat power is very strong, and his soul shouldn't be much weaker."

"The eleventh floor is definitely no problem. I think he should be able to reach the tenth floor."

"It's difficult. The tenth floor is the domain of gods. Didn't you see? There is not a small god on the tenth floor."

"It's normal to reach the eleventh floor. If you can't even reach the eleventh floor, it would be disappointing."

Many people's eyes are extremely complicated. Those who support Lin Moyu hope that Lin Moyu can go to the front.

Those who were jealous of Lin Moyu hoped that Lin Moyu wouldn't be able to get through, or even the eleventh floor.

The human heart is very delicate, and everyone has his or her own thoughts.

Lin Moyu listened to everyone's voices and couldn't help but smile.

Lin Moyu didn't care at all about such remarks.

Shenlong doesn't care about the eyes of ants.

Lin Moyu didn't walk very fast, walking in the light mist, passing through one layer after another, gradually approaching the Qingyu Terrace.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Moyu was already approaching the twelfth floor...

The eyes of the soul have long been opened, and at the same time, the formation is felt with the heart.

For now, he doesn't feel any pressure.

"He has reached the twelfth floor."

"He walked very steadily, without any pressure."

"It seems that reaching the eleventh floor will not be a problem."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Moyu smoothly crossed the twelfth floor and entered the eleventh floor.

The eleventh level is the level belonging to the Little God, and it is also the level of cultivation that Lin Moyu currently displays.

Lin Moyu did not stop after entering the eleventh floor, but continued to move forward.

"He's still moving forward. He's going to the tenth floor."

"The tenth floor belongs to the gods. No young god can walk in yet."

"It seems that Lin Moyu is very confident in his soul. I wonder if his soul has reached the fourth level."

"You will know if you take a look. If the soul does not reach the fourth level, it will definitely be knocked back."

Someone had a sneer in their eyes, wanting to see how Lin Moyu would be knocked back.

Seeing others being unlucky, especially geniuses, always satisfies their vanity.

They will say that it is normal for me not to be able to do things that even geniuses cannot do.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Lin Moyu still walked smoothly through the eleventh floor and officially entered the tenth floor.

This step was easy and casual for Lin Moyu.

But for some people, it's like a thunderbolt.

They felt that their faces were slapped by Lin Moyu, and they felt burning pain.

Lin Moyu stepped onto the tenth floor, side by side with the deity.

A god looked over with a kind smile, "The young man is very good at 2.8. His soul has reached the fourth level early. It will not be long before he truly becomes a god."

Lin Moyu stopped and saluted slightly, "Thank you, senior, I'm still far behind."

The deity chuckled and said, "You are very humble. Humility is a good thing, but sometimes you don't need to be overly modest. Come and sit down. This is a seat earned by your strength."

Lin Moyu nodded, "This junior will be taught, but I still want to try to move forward a little further."

As he spoke, Lin Moyu walked forward again, walking smoothly as before.

The god who just exaggerated Lin Moyu said in a deep voice, "Young people, it's not a bad thing to suffer a loss occasionally. At least you know where your limits are."

Gradually, his eyes changed.

Lin Moyu was getting closer and closer to the ninth floor, walking easily and without any pressure.

"Could it be that his soul is stronger than me?"

There was some disbelief in his voice.

In full view of everyone, Lin Moyu stepped into the ninth floor.

Chapter 1808: Couldn’t it be someone pretending to be a powerful person from ancient times?

The ninth level is the level that belongs to the second level of the God.

Lin Moyu stepped into it and immediately received the eyes of several powerful second-level gods.

There was no malice in their eyes, but only admiration for Lin Moyu.

After practicing for thousands of years, the jealousy of the gods has long been eliminated.

They only praised Lin Moyu for his outstanding juniors.

Most of the gods hope that powerful and outstanding successors will emerge from the human race.

Lin Moyu, a junior who is comparable to the God of War, is just like this in their eyes.

The better Lin Moyu is, the happier they will be.

Lin Moyu could feel it clearly, bowed slightly to several people, and then continued to move forward.

"No, he still wants to move forward."

"Further forward is the third level of the God Sovereign."

"Is his soul already so strong?"