Supreme Demon

The 470th chapter Guwu Tower

Ancient Wuta!

It is soaring and magnificent. It is suspended in the sea of ​​Ling Feng. It is too watery and simple. The deep black is like a dragon flying out of the abyss. A huge plaque engraved with the words "Guwu", such as the dragon and the phoenix entwined together, extraordinary.

This is the ancient Wu inheritance!

Ling Feng can feel the fluctuation of the ancient Wuta through the spiritual mind. It has no waves in the ancient well, but it reveals the sadness of the sadness. It is full of arrogance, but it is full of fierce suffocation, like to cut off the whole world. The warriors have been killed since the ancient times, and there is also a domineering ruin.

Only ancient Wu!

Ling Feng’s spirit is infected, blood is boiling, and the war is high. There seems to be a war song. He plays in his ear. The scene in front of him changes immediately. He entered the ancient battlefield and saw a living Wushu. Fight side by side with them and face the darkest end of the era.

"Is this ancient Wu?"

For a long time, Ling Feng took a deep breath and asked with enthusiasm. He knew that no one would answer, so he added: "This is Guwu."

Standing in front of the Guwu Tower, Ling Feng urgently wants to rush in and see how wonderful Guwu is. It used to be the glory of an era, and it is not with the current military, physical training, and spiritual power. A road.

It can be said that today's cultivation system is more suitable for most people. Some people can become physical reforms, but they can also become spiritual masters. This has nothing to do with exercises, but is related to talents.

However, Guwu is unique, it will only bloom in the talented genius, otherwise it will not be able to continue in the end of the law.

This also makes Ling Feng full of respect for that era. That is the real warrior. It is not easy to survive from the ruined world. At the same time, he is also surprised. What kind of heaven and earth is changing, can this be the case? A great cultivation system, buried here?

"If you can, I will let you bloom the most brilliant light." Ling Feng secretly vowed in his heart.

The ancient Wuta has a total of seven heavens, each of which represents a different martial art. This is still very clear, and it looks like a nine-day sky. It does not reach that level. If it is strong, it will only hurt itself.

Therefore, he just rushed to glance at the other six heavens, and set his sights on the first heaven. The magnificent giant gates are like mountains. I don’t know how many years have existed. It is covered with dust and close to Lingfeng spirit. When I fell, I fell down.

"The ancient weapon is the first!"

Ling Feng’s eyes were hot, and the spiritual thoughts flew directly in the past, and then pushed forward quickly. It was like the hands of the warrior. Although it was not the abnormal body and strength of the body, it also reached the level of seven or eight. The position of the Emperor Wu.

"Hey!"

The first door of the Guwu Tower trembled a little, and a small gap appeared. The spirit of Lingfeng’s spirit was hit hard, and the whole land flew out, and the light of the Crescent Moon dimmed.

It did push a little gap, but the strength of the giant door backlash was even greater, so that the wind's forehead was a sharp pain, and even the mental powers swayed a few times.

"Is it so heavy?" Ling Feng was shocked. The power of the giant door backlash has definitely reached 50,000 pounds. This is just a gap. It is conceivable that if you push it completely, how big it will be. The power of recoil.

If the Guwuta is in front of him, with his tyrannical strength, he can certainly push it away easily, but the spirit can’t do it. If you don’t say it will be shattered, just say that huge force. It is not what it can withstand.

"Come back!"

Ling Feng was annoyed with a whisper, the martial god's will is a pit, even throwing the ancient martial arts into his soul sea, you can try to throw it into Dantian, or throw it directly into his hand, see Can he uncover the seventh heaven?

"Too angry!" Ling Feng thought.

However, he will not give up so easily. It is the so-called misfortune and blessing. It is so difficult to do the giant gates. It is obvious that there is something amazing in the first heaven.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, his spirited power was fully illuminated, and the illusory light and shadow broke out on it. A tyrannical murder was also violently rushed away at this moment. Lightning rushed to the giant door.

The first style of refining the gods!

This is the strongest soul skill that Lingfeng has mastered at the moment. It has been killed at once, and the huge direct reaches 100,000 kilograms. This is the limit that Lingfeng can display. Then, a loud noise is uploaded from the giant gate. A little bit pushed away, and a dull sound, even pushed a third, which made Ling Feng happy, according to this momentum, he still hopes to push all the giants.

"Oh!" At the next moment, the giant door recoiled back and set off a giant stream, like an invisible slap, and flew the spirit of Ling Feng. The crescent moon was covered with cracks and almost collapsed. .

"puff!"

At the same time, Lingfeng Zhangkou spurted a blood, his face paled, his eyebrows became a "Chuan" word, and his pain was distorted. Compared with flesh and blood, the mental pain was hundreds of times more.

"It's still not enough!" Ling Feng said with a grin. The 100,000-pound giant can't push the first door. It's going to be against the sky. Isn't Nine Heavens so abnormal?

What's more, it is still in the soul of the sea. It is very difficult to push the first door. After all, the spiritual mind can't cultivate the body, and when I think that the ancient Wuta has seven weights, Ling Feng will The brain is big, and I can't play happily.

"The realm of the junior master is still too low."

Lingfeng disk sat on the ground, reluctantly sighed, according to his estimation that the giant door is at least 200,000 jins, the junior master is not enough to see, the only choice can only be broken.

"However, this is two things in one fell swoop." Ling Feng's deep-frozen frown, slowly stretched out. What he wanted to figure out most now is the problem of the ancient Wuta and the burning of the flames, but the spiritual mind is not in a hurry, but now It seems that we must first break through the realm of spiritual thoughts, push open the ancient Wuta, and then find a way to figure out the problem of fire as ice.

"Is the intermediate master's realm enough?"

"Is there enough for the realm of the peak master?"

Ling Feng figured out the key, and suddenly grinned. For other spiritual minds, every level is difficult, but for him, it is another matter.

Just because there are thousands of Golden Souls in his storage ring!

Each of the Golden Souls is the Emperor's level, second only to the Nine Leafs, and such a large number can create hundreds of spiritual masters. Of course, Lingfeng can continue to advance and reach an amazing To the point.

"Hey."

More than a dozen Golden Souls flew out immediately, and fell into the hands of Ling Feng, scenting in the air, so that the spirit of Ling Feng has fluctuated.

He did not rush to swallow, but first adjusted his mental powers to the peak, so that the wounds that had been hit hard by the war before, gradually healed, although they could not be cured, but they would not affect the promotion, but in gold. With the help of Soul Grass, you can also return to the peak state in a short time.

"come on!"

After an hour, Ling Feng felt full of spiritual enthusiasm, and the moon was bright like the blade of Yuehua. At this time, Ling Feng decisively urged the mental power to wrap up more than a dozen golden soul grasses in his hand. Quickly involved in the sea of ​​souls.

"Hey!"

For a time, Ling Feng’s spirit was boiling, forming a small edge, smashing the golden soul grass, forming a powder, and under the strong wrapping and squeezing, from the golden soul grass, also splashed A golden sap, when it fell on the waning moon, suddenly caused great fluctuations.

Lingfeng spirit trembles like a dry riverbed, eagerly absorbing the essence of the Golden Soul Grass, and it is gradually shining at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two hours, it has already It reached the glory of the peak of the Lingfeng.

"Kick, wipe..."

The small voice, which was uploaded from the spirit of Ling Feng, was too ecstatic while Ling Feng slightly frowned, because the wound he had left in the battle with the demon had completely healed.

Not only that, but the waning moon is gradually climbing upwards. After a while, Ling Feng touched the threshold of the intermediate master. It was like a wall, and the waning moon was constantly bombarded.

"Hey..."

When the night is coming, Ling Feng’s spirit is completely boiling. The above waves are rolling, and a burst of violent blast is blowing. The dozens of Golden Souls are turned into golden juice, which is integrated into the spirit of Lingfeng. in.

Squeeze, fusion... The remnant moon is bathed with a layer of golden light, constantly swallowing, and constantly growing. Not only that, but the scattered spirits on the edge of the Lingfeng Soul Sea are also rapidly rushing toward the waning moon. Among them.

"Hey!" Ling Feng snorted, as the succulent devour of the waning moon, his head was slashed with a knife and a knife, tearing pain, straight through the bone marrow, Rao is his ability to withstand I can't help but be miserable.

"Give me a break!" Soon after, Ling Feng felt that the mental power seemed to be skyrocketing. It was a big circle than before. The gold medicine was turned into a part of the spiritual power under the igniting of the Nirvana fire. Achieved the edge of the breakthrough.

At this moment, Ling Feng snorted, his eyes suddenly opened, the spirit of thought squeezing all the way, the expansive exploding moon was suddenly suppressed.

The sound of "嗡", the whole soul sea trembled, like the eve of the earthquake, just like the moment before thunder.