From entering the treasure hall of the Dexin Daoist to the present, Ling Feng and the others have passed through almost fifty or sixty layers of palaces, and on each palace, there are plaques marked with the name of the palace, such as "Shendu Palace", "Rhythm Palace", "Forget Dust Palace...... Wait a minute.

But there had never been a palace that could attract Ling Feng's attention like this.

Because, this foot hall has only one door every hundred zhang, which is completely different from the architectural style of the previous hall full of palace gates.

Moreover, this door, which only exists every 100 zhang, is only one foot wide and less than two zhang high, and basically, any normal person can only allow one person to enter it. However, this door is very deep, almost reaching more than 100 zhang.

In other words, the monk who entered the door had to walk more than 100 zhang in the narrow doorway to pass through this layer of the palace.

"Such a small space has caused the monks to fight more brutally......"

Ling Feng stayed at the bottom of the "One Foot Palace" plaque, looking at the doorway that was only one foot in front of him.

A large number of monks gathered inside, engaged in hand-to-hand combat, some of the slightly stronger, or fatter monks, for a while unable to run the exercises to condense the body, they were stuck in the middle, and were easily killed by the monks in the rear, and some monks, died at the top of the doorway, were stuck in the top with a short blade, in order to prevent the person's body from hindering their entry, the rear monks also took out some daggers and other short blades, inserted them into the corpse's skull, limbs, and nailed it to the top of the head.

Then, the monks burrowed under the "corpse" above their heads and continued to fight slowly inside......

The whole scene was cruel to the extreme.

This was the first time that Ling Feng had witnessed a large number of monks fighting for treasures, and there was no doubt that his soul felt a great shock.

But at this time, Ling Feng turned around and looked at Qin Yao and the other female disciples, and saw that the other party still had the same slightly cautious look as before, and he didn't seem to be so flustered.

"It seems that Qin Yao and the others have all experienced a large number of scenes of monks fighting and robbing treasures, and they are quite calm. Although I slaughtered a large number of evil blood human bats in the Unprecepted Escape Forest, I still have some discomfort in the face of the fight between humans. But that's also when I put myself to the test. ”

Ling Feng looked at the expressions on the faces of Qin Yao and the other women, compared them with his emotions at this time, and immediately had an experience, "No wonder, the saying that the cultivator world respects strength will be regarded as a wise saying. In order to seek immortality, countless monks died in the fight, but no one forced them, the world is fair, strength is fundamental, without strength still want to seek immortality, but become a short-lived ghost, then no one should complain......"

With these thoughts in mind, Ling Feng seemed to see the rules of the Cultivator Realm's strength being respected more clearly.

"I will now divide into two, and when I enter the doorway of the one-foot hall, all of you will be between my two bodies."

Ling Feng said this, and without waiting for Qin Yao and the other female disciples to react, he immediately used the Nine Lives Divine Skill, and his body was suddenly torn apart.

Swish......

The body of the second life, the torso and legs grew rapidly, this could only be completed with the support of Ling Feng's powerful vitality, and the strength of this body also reached the level of a fire Jiao.

Scold!

Immediately after, there was a flash of fire in front of the second life, and he held the Flame Sun Sword in his hand, he looked around, and immediately arrived behind Qin Yao and more than sixty other female disciples.

Ling Feng's own figure held the Xuan Ice Sword in his hand and brazenly rushed towards the narrow doorway of the one-foot hall.

Flutter flutter!

As soon as he approached the narrow doorway, two monks who did not know whether they were alive or dead came to stop him, as if escorting their companions into the entrance.

However, these two monks were directly stabbed to death by Ling Feng's Xuan Ice Sword that he swung in an instant.

At this time, Ling Feng was already at the peak of the Tongda Realm, and with his majestic strength, even if he didn't use any sword techniques, the speed of the sword alone was enough to kill an ordinary Tongda Realm cultivator.

What's more, the Xuan Ice Sword was still a spiritual weapon, and when Ling Feng swung the sword, this sword would naturally exude a cold aura, penetrating into the opponent's body, freezing the opponent's meridians and blood vessels, and making his movements sluggish.

In this way, it would be easier for Ling Feng to kill some cultivators of the same realm.

Ling Feng killed the two monks who were blocking in front of the one-foot hall door with a strange sword technique, and the other monks surrounding here could all see it clearly, and immediately understood that this black-clothed man with a cold face was a master.

The monks are fighting for spiritual objects in the treasure hall, and they will tear and kill them wildly, but none of the monks are fools, obviously seeing that the other party's strength is much higher than their own, and they deliberately go up to fight hard.

Therefore, all the monks who witnessed Ling Feng's sword technique showed a look of horror, and one by one they quickly used their body techniques to let out the door hole.

Some of the monks who had companions in the depths of the doorway also gave strange shouts to each other, as if to convey a code that had been discussed a long time ago, telling them that there was a strong enemy to enter it.

For a while, there were almost no monks in front of the doorway, which was only one foot wide, and the monks in the doorway were all honestly lying on the ground, showing their unwillingness to fight with the masters.

Yes, most of the monks in the doorway did lie on the ground when they heard the secret signal from the monks outside the door. This is the lowest and safest way for them to survive in the face of a strong enemy.

No strong man will kill an opponent who is trampled under his feet, unless he is a murderous demon.

Ling Feng also didn't expect that these monks who seemed to be crazy about robbing treasures were still so calm, and when they saw the strength they had shown, they were all shocked, and even took the initiative to give way.

The strength of the monk world is respected. This sentence is indeed a wise saying.

"Let's go!"

Ling Feng waved his hand and greeted Qin Yao and the other female disciples, and the deity directly drilled into the doorway that was more than a foot wide.

Qin Yao followed closely, and more than sixty other female disciples rushed in.

At the end, it was Ling Feng's second life, holding a Flame Sun Sword in his hand, indifferently scanning the surrounding monks.

Only then did those monks see that there was actually a person who was exactly the same as Ling Feng, and they all guessed in their hearts, not knowing whether this person was the former's sibling or a clone.

But no matter what, they were all very sure of their choice to make way for each other, because the aura fluctuations that erupted from Ling Feng's second life body were also very terrifying, and they all shocked the other cultivators.

In this way, under the double protection of Ling Feng's deity and the second life, one end and one tail, Qin Yao and more than sixty other female disciples entered the doorway of the one-foot hall.

Under the guidance of Ling Feng's own deity, more than sixty people walked forward slowly.

Ling Feng had cultivated the Nine Lives Divine Skill and the Flesh and Blood Forging Crystal Technique, and he was able to control his body with ease, and after entering the doorway, both the deity and the second life used the exercises, condensing their muscles more closely, so that he could flexibly shuttle through them.

With Ling Feng himself opening the way in front of him, a group of people traveled very fast in the doorway.

However, there will also be some people with good strength, I don't know if they don't have companions, or they don't care about the secret messages passed in by other monks, and they walk freely in the narrow doorway, fighting for a long time with the monks blocking in front of them, and they don't make way for Ling Feng.

Snort.

In the face of such a cultivator, Ling Feng would not hesitate to make a move, and the Xuan Ice Sword stabbed continuously, instantly eliminating the other party.

After all, the inside of the doorway of this foot hall was too narrow, and Ling Feng had tried, the building materials of the palace were very hard, and with his strong strength, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

In this way, for all the monks of the Tongda Realm who walk through the one-foot hall, this hall is a real desperate situation, and if they want to go through, there is only this small doorway to drill, and no monk is willing to stay for a long time in such a place that restricts their strength.

After killing more than twenty self-esteemed Tongda Realm cultivators in a row, Ling Feng took Qin Yao and the other female disciples to almost half the distance of the one-foot hall doorway.

You can already see that the doorway ahead is showing light, and when you get there, you can leave the narrow, dark, corpse-ridden doorway.

But at this moment, dozens of zhang in front of Ling Feng, a monk who was lying on the ground voluntarily, his cuffs moved strangely, which looked very strange compared to other monks who took the initiative to lie on the ground and did not move.

Just as Ling Feng showed his strength and moved forward quickly, another doorway a hundred zhang away from this doorway also appeared a master.

This master is of medium stature, with an ordinary face, and his expression is neither happy nor sad.

He held a wheel-shaped magic weapon in his hand, which was full of strange sharp teeth and stained with blood.

This ordinary-looking monk took the wheel-shaped magic weapon and shuttled quickly through the doorway, regardless of whether the person in front of him gave way, whether he was lying on the ground or not, he didn't care at all, he directly put the wheel-shaped magic weapon over and spun it, and everyone turned into a pile of rotten flesh and bones.

"Senior Brother Wu, that man in black has definitely performed the technique of disguise, it is Ling Feng, it must be Ling Feng!"

The man holding the wheel-shaped magic weapon was called "Senior Brother Wu" by the person behind him, it seemed that the two sides were in a group, and this person also mentioned Ling Feng's name.

"Since the master has given the order to kill this person in the treasure hall, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go! Regardless of whether he was Ling Feng or not, since he had used the cultivation of the Tongda Realm to perform the technique of clone, he was definitely not an ordinary person. Let's hurry through the one-foot hall, I hope Senior Brother Mo won't rush to grab the merit, he is not the opponent of the man in black, wait for us to pass, let the brothers lurking in the other door holes come out to answer together, and besiege that person, it is the best policy. "Senior Brother Wu" said in thought.

It turned out that Senior Brother Wu and his group had lurked in many nearby door holes in order to deal with Ling Feng.

When they saw a man in black who had used the technique of clone, they immediately suspected that the other party was Ling Feng who had performed the disguise technique, and they wanted to wait until they passed through the one-foot hall before besieging him.

(End of chapter)