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The terrifying spiritual fluctuations were condensed in the tower like viscous water, and the spiritual pressure here was doubling compared to the seventh layer.

"Boom!"

In the silence of the eighth floor, there was an extremely heavy footstep sound, and as far as the eye could see, only a figure could be seen, slowly moving at an extremely slow speed, like a snail.

The sound of his steps was extremely heavy, and the feeling was as if he was carrying a mountain on his body, and every time he stepped out, there would be a subtle creaking sound in his body, and sweat poured down like a flood, wetting his clothes.

This figure is Lu Zifeng, who has entered the eighth layer before, and his strength has reached the realm of the spirit rune master, but around this, the spiritual pressure of this eighth layer also makes him feel great pressure, and every step out is no less than a big battle with others.

At this time, there was a burst of pain in his skin, and it was because his body was about to be unable to withstand the pressure of the mental power here.

As the young man's mountain-heavy steps were lowered step by step, the young man's skin was cracked with a bloody mark, and blood slowly seeped out of it. Every time the boy took a step forward, there were a few more blood marks on the boy's body.

After a while, the boy had already turned into a bloody man, covered in blood, and a few blood marks on Junyi's face added a bit of blood to the young man. If a timid girl is present, I'm afraid that she will faint when she looks at it. Crossing the Bottom: Black||Rock | |閣即可免费費無彈窗觀看

The young man's brows were furrowed, his face was hideous, and his forehead was bruised, which was one of the manifestations of the young man's great pain here. Even a person with such a strong mind as a young man could hardly withstand the pressure of mental power here, let alone others.

On the eighth floor of the empty Talisman Tower, a lonely figure walked slowly, leaving a pool of sweat at the young man's feet with every step he took.

Looking in the opposite direction of the boy's walking, the sweat formed a stream behind the boy, which shows how much pain the boy endured every step he took.

However, even with such great pain, the young man still endured it without saying a word. Because he knows that there is no strength in this world, and there is no reward for not paying.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the edge of the sword comes from the sharpening!

The higher the number of floors you climb to the Talisman Tower, the more benefits you get. Lu Zifeng will not let go of this opportunity to enhance his strength, because the young man knows that he still has a lot of things to do, and those things cannot be completed without strong strength, such as finding his mother.

When he heard his father mention his mother's background that day, Lu Zifeng knew that with his current strength, he couldn't meet his mother at all, and maybe he was promoted to the Xuandan realm before he was qualified to call out his mother's power.

The young man seemed to be tirelessly walking step by step on the eighth floor of the Talisman's Tower, walking towards the center of the eighth floor. Even though the muscles in his body became extremely sore under the pressure, he still gritted his teeth and refused to stop.

With a distance of less than 100 meters, Lu Zifeng walked for nearly half an hour.

If it was in the seventh layer, Lu Zifeng's speed was probably several times faster than now, just a hundred meters away, it was two or three breaths, but in this eighth layer, it took half an hour, which shows how strong the spiritual power of this eighth layer talisman tower is.

In this way, the boy walked for another half an hour, and finally the boy sat down on the ground like a loss of strength, panting heavily, and the sweat droplets on his forehead slid down like rain bamboos.

This distance of 200 meters made the young man exhausted. The wisest choice now is to stop and rest immediately, if you want to be strong again, not to mention whether you can improve your spiritual power here, I'm afraid you will have to take your life here.

The young man sat in place, although he still had to bear the pressure of the mental power here, but he did not need to walk in this environment as heavy as Mount Tai, the level of fatigue was completely different, and it was obviously much easier.

After two quarters of an hour, the boy gradually regained most of his strength.

Now that my physical strength has been restored, let's start refining my mental power here!

After making up his mind, Lu Zifeng sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt a kind of spiritual power fluctuation surging from all directions in the tower.

On the first layer, after feeling the effect of the Fu Master Tower's refining spiritual power, Lu Zifeng was not surprised, and caused this spiritual power fluctuation to penetrate his body and enter the Mud Pill Palace in his mind to refine his spiritual power.

"Buzz!"

The spiritual power of the Mud Pill Palace was swept away by this fluctuation, and the sea of spiritual consciousness instantly boiled, as if boiling boiling water, under the boiling of this spiritual power, some black fog seemed to be burned, rising from the spiritual power of the Mud Pill Palace, and after this black fog rose, under Lu Zifeng's keen spiritual perception, Lu Zifeng could clearly feel that the spiritual power in the Mud Pill Palace seemed to have become more pure, and the volume had also become smaller.

This kind of effect is many times stronger than the tempering power of the first layer of the Rune Tower.

However, after this sea of spiritual consciousness boiled, Lu Zifeng's face instantly turned red, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and he trembled, and he almost retreated from his state of concentration, and the sweat evaporated immediately as soon as it seeped out of his forehead. At this time, the young man seemed to be in a furnace, scorching his body. However, this scorching is not from the outside in, but from the inside out, and the pain is even more intense.

Although the refining power here was dozens of times stronger than the first layer, the pain that followed was also more than ten times stronger. If you are not mentally strong, I am afraid that at this moment, you will want to go down from the eighth layer and return to the seventh layer.

However, Lu Zifeng obviously does not belong to the kind of person who is not mentally strong, and he will never give up an opportunity to strengthen himself because of such a little pain.

A low and suppressed muffled snort came out of the young man's mouth from time to time, this kind of pain that burned the sea of spiritual consciousness was difficult for ordinary people to understand if he didn't experience it himself, and this pain was even stronger than ten thousand ants devouring his heart.

Two hours passed quietly, but these two hours seemed as long as half a century to the boy.

The pain of scorching the sea of spiritual consciousness continued to erode the young man's mind, so that the young man's consciousness had become blurred. If this continues, the boy will probably be completely eroded by this pain, and finally lose his will completely, and the boy at that time will undoubtedly become a skin of the walking dead.

"I can't...... You can't lose your consciousness. ”

There seemed to be a voice in the young man's heart warning him, so that the young man always maintained a trace of clarity on the spiritual platform, and did not dare to lose this last piece of self-consciousness.

However, as time passed, the clarity of the young man's spiritual platform was gradually eroded by this heart-eating pain and was about to be extinguished.

"Hmm!"

A painful snort came from the young man's mouth, and the young man was ruthless, biting his lip, and blood oozed from his lips instantly, and the ensuing pain made the young man's consciousness sober up a lot.

In this way, whenever the teenager was about to lose his consciousness, he would bite his lip hard, and the pain would make the teenager's consciousness much clearer.

Two hours had passed since a point of light appeared on the eighth floor outside the Talman's Tower, and when they noticed that the point of light on the eighth floor of the Talman's Tower had stayed on it for two hours and had not yet come down, the Talismans here were in an instant uproar.

Among the group of talismans in the Yunyang County Talisman Society, Xu Bo's face became ugly at this time, and the fists in his sleeve robe were clenched, and he no longer smiled before. For Xu Xin, he knows very well, if the latter can stay on the eighth layer for some time, he still believes, but if he wants to stay in the eighth layer and a half = two hours long, it is obviously a somewhat impossible thing.

As for Li Xuelin, although her spiritual cultivation is good, it is obvious that she does not have such strength.

In other words, the person who successfully entered the eighth layer was very likely to be that extremely inconspicuous boy, Lu Zifeng!

Then, the two points of light that were driven down the seventh layer before were not the two Xu Xin and Song Yu from his own Fu Master Association.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Xu Bo's eyes couldn't help twitching, he didn't expect that the original certainty of victory would be because of that Lu Zifeng.

"This is just speculation, not necessarily true, maybe Xu Xin suddenly broke out, and entered the eighth layer by chance, then Lu Zifeng has no ability at first glance, how can he enter the eighth layer. ”

At this time, Xu Bo could only comfort himself like this in his heart, but for some reason, under this kind of self-comfort, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Who is it? Is it really Lu Zifeng?"

Han Lao's gaze was staring at the eighth floor of the Fu Shi Tower, a place that no one had set foot in for many years, and now, there was indeed an extra point of light, and this point of light actually stayed on the eighth floor for half = two hours, and it seemed that the person represented by this point of light did not seem to have any intention of coming down.

At this time, even with Han Lao's heart, there was uncontrollable tension and excitement in his eyes, how difficult it was to enter the eighth layer, he knew it, originally according to his expectations, although Lu Zifeng and Xu Xin were not weak, it should be impossible to step into the eighth layer and stay in it for two hours, but the fact that appeared in front of him at this time told him that he guessed wrong!

However, at this time, he was also a little unsure, whether it was Lu Zifeng or Xu Xin who successfully broke into the eighth layer, no one knew what had happened there during this time.

Now what makes Han Lao and the others wonder is, who exactly stepped into the eighth layer?

If it is Xu Xin, Nanfeng County will be a complete failure this time, and the qualification to hold the Talisman Conference will also change hands, but if it is Lu Zifeng, the qualification to hold the Talisman Conference will still belong to the Nanfeng County Talisman Association.

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