There was a roar from the golden tower, and the sound roar was wrapped in powerful fluctuations and soared straight into the sky, forcibly dispersing the clouds on the horizon. The wind followed closely behind, blowing away the swarms of flying swords in the air, one by one the flying swords swayed in the air, making a buzzing and mournful sound, and then whistling through the middle of the trees, and several smaller ones were directly rolled away.

One can imagine how fierce the battle was going on at this time. The difficulty level of each layer was more difficult than the previous one, especially after passing the fifth layer trial, the difficulty suddenly became much more demanding, and several times he almost died due to carelessness.

He spent every floor after the third layer in battle, but fortunately this giant tower still seems to be relatively humane, and the difficulty of the battle is adjusted according to his realm. Otherwise, if a high-level enemy comes all of a sudden, his life will be lost immediately. But even so, the battle day and night made him almost depleted of his spiritual power many times. He could feel the extraordinary, and it made him look forward to the last thing even more.

On the sixth floor of the Apocalypse Golden Pagoda, this space is a little dim, and with the light of spiritual power, he can see the scene inside, at this time, the barren sky is leaning against a wall, the corners of his mouth are overflowing with bloodstains, and he is ragged, and the situation does not look very optimistic.

He didn't dare to blink his eyes, his whole body tensed, and he watched everything in front of him vigilantly, and the coldness of the wall reached his spine and made him unusually calm. Leaning against the wall is because you don't have to worry about your back, you just need to pay attention to the wind and grass in front of you.

I saw a golden figure with extremely fast speed, and the dazzling golden light cluster shrouded in both fists, smashed out mercilessly, only hitting the desolate heaven door. There is a heart-stopping killing machine hidden under the simple move, and before the move arrives, the murderous aura comes first.

Wasteland could feel the terrifying power contained under that golden light, and he knew in his heart that even if he claimed to be physically strong, he would never dare to let such an attack hit him.

Faced with the stormy attack posture of the golden figure, he chose not to fight it head-on. He urged the Shadow Leap with all his might, and his body lit up with a crimson light, and in a few flashes, several afterimages flowed down in mid-air.

Desperately urging the Shadow Step. When you break through the fourth level, you will be tested by the extreme speed. At the time of the crisis, with his thirst for life and his transcendent comprehension ability at the moment of crisis, Arachi finally broke through the third layer of the Absolute Shadow Step at the last moment, and the speed was nearly four times faster.

But even if the speed reaches this level, in the face of the stormy attack of the golden figure, there will inevitably be some omissions. The golden fist smashed into Aratian's body, making the sound of gold and iron colliding. Receiving such an attack, Huang Tian only felt his body stunned, but as a result, the golden figure was unforgiving, and the overwhelming golden fist shadow was densely pressed.

Thousands of punches came down, and Huangtian was directly blasted down from mid-air and slammed to the ground. The smoke and dust stirred, as if the wild sand in the desert was convoluting, drowning the two of them.

Wasteland struggled to prop up his body and stand up from the ground, a tidal wave of pain swept through his sea of knowledge, and his clothes all over his body had become tattered, only a few strands of cloth remained. This was the first time he had lost to someone else in a physical confrontation, and the feeling of being suppressed everywhere made him very unhappy.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and when the sight of the two was clear again. Whoosh, another fist sounded, and the golden figure blurred for a while, and then the whole person disappeared out of thin air, and a series of golden afterimages crossed the air.

Huangtian didn't have time to react, so he simply didn't dodge, directly raised his arms, and carefully protected his head, hoping that he could survive. The speed of the golden man was strange, and as soon as Aratian had done all this, his fist immediately appeared in front of Aratian. Seeing that the barren sky's arms could block the golden fist, but the man actually disappeared in front of the barren sky.

Then, Arathia only felt a buzz of his head on the left, and the entire left side of his face was about to split, and his eyes were full of stars, and then a huge force came, and his whole person was knocked out. He flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and then slammed it to the ground and smashed a huge bluestone slab, coughing up a large pool of blood from his mouth.

The speed of the two is obviously not on the same level. Huang Tian gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and in the face of the embarrassing scene of this matter, he did not panic at all, but sneered a few times.

The golden figure didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, only to see him disappear into thin air again, leaving the shattered ground in its place.

"I know your weakness!"

The corners of Aratian's mouth showed a slope. It turned out that Aratian was not blindly beaten, in addition to passively defending against the attack of the golden man, he was also carefully observing the attack characteristics of the golden figure, desperately looking for his weakness.

Whenever the golden man threw a powerful punch, there was some subtle agitation under the golden man's ribs. That's a testament to his strength, but it's also his weakness.

The figure of the golden man appeared behind the barren sky, and the barren sky did not dodge and met the bad punch with his chest, and at the same time urged his spiritual power to hit the golden man's ribs with a backhand.

Rumble.

A strong wave of power impacted the entire space of the sixth layer, and suddenly dust and sand flew away all over the sky, filling the eyes, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

After more than a dozen breaths, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and I saw a figure standing in place, and if I looked closely, it was indeed the golden figure with a better body, and at this time, the barren sky had already collapsed on the ground, unconscious and fainted.

Strangely, the golden figure didn't make any movements, still standing there, maintaining the posture of throwing the last punch.

Lost?

I only heard a click, and I saw a slight crack appear under the ribs of the golden figure, and then gradually spread throughout the body at a speed visible to the naked eye. Cracks covered the golden figure's body, and at the end, dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the dense cracks, and the light spread out in all directions, illuminating the entire space.

With a bang, the golden figure finally couldn't hold on and turned into pieces of shards, and finally turned into golden sand and dust floating in the air.

Then the sixth layer of space fell into death-like silence with the crushing victory of one side.

This tranquility lasted only a long time before it changed with the appearance of a white light. The white light emerged from the tower, looking extremely sacred and gentle, like an immeasurable light descending from the fairy world, falling slowly from mid-air. The white light fell on the side of the desolate sky who had fainted on the ground, enveloping him in it, and gradually turning into a white light cocoon.

I don't know how long it took, but a rustling sound came out of the white cocoon, and I saw that the white light cocoon began to tremble incessantly. The tremor grew more and more, and came and went, and even the ground began to tremble with its rhythm.

It lasted for a long time, and with the white cocoon shattering, it gradually revealed the figure of the desolate sky.

Aratian rubbed his eyes and looked lazy as if he had slept for a long time. He sat up and looked at the white cocoon under him with some surprise.

"Huh, I don't have any injuries on my body?" Aratian felt his injuries and was a little surprised, "It seems that the strength of my body and spiritual power have also improved a lot, is it because of this white thing?"

He moved his muscles and bones, the bones of his whole body gurgling, and he could feel a surging force lurking inside him. If he encountered the golden figure just now at this time, he was confident that he could subdue him in dozens of moves, and he didn't even need to attack his flaws.

"Is this the effect of this white cocoon?"

He sighed in his heart at the miraculous effect of the light cocoon, and looked in the direction of the next floor. Although he had benefited greatly from this level, he was not sure that he would be so lucky to survive the unknown dangers that followed.

"The path of cultivation is to act against the sky, and with so many fellow practitioners, how many people can cultivate to the supreme in the vast years, how can they transcend without fighting?"

He hesitated for a moment, and with his desire to stand at the pinnacle of cultivation, he finally chose the path of ascending to the seventh layer.

A golden light flashed, and a soft spiritual energy flow swept through the barren sky and disappeared between the sixth layer.

Unexpectedly, the test of the seventh layer is not as fierce as the sixth layer seems, and the seventh layer seems to have changed its style, and the entire space has become bright and abnormal, sweeping away the previous darkness, which can't help but make people feel very comfortable.

This level tests the ability to use spiritual power and divine consciousness. It seems to be an easy thing to do, but it is not easy to meet the requirements of this level, but this is obviously for ordinary people, and Aratian does not seem to be in this ranks.

Fortunately, when the Desolate Heaven cultivated the Nine Transformations of Fire Separation, he remembered that there was a mantra 'Control Fire with Soul'.

"Is it the same?"

The barren sky smiled, holding on to the psychology of luck. After several failed attempts, with the experience of controlling fire and his super high talent for divine consciousness, he finally broke through the new realm of controlling fire perfectly, and at the same time, he just reached the requirements of the seventh layer.

Such an easy experience of clearing the customs made his heart feel a little lighter. After adjusting his state, when he was sure that his spirit and spirit had reached his peak, he continued to rush desperately to the next layer.

On the other hand, the Yuehua Heavenly Palace.

Xiyue got up from the mud and patted the dust on her body, and the clothes on her body were also tattered, and she couldn't see the luxurious and dignified appearance before. She didn't care about this, and her purple eyes revealed a will not to admit defeat.

"If it weren't for being a little lazy in cultivation on weekdays, he wouldn't have been so passive at that time, and it dragged him down. In the future, I will not delay Xiaotian any longer. ”

After Xiyue finished speaking, her delicate body was shocked, she stomped her foot fiercely, and ran into a black thorn bush without looking back.

Pop, a drop of water fell low where she stayed, I don't know if it was dew, sweat, or tears?