disappeared, there was no one on the stage of death, I have to say that this Jin Yaoyang is indeed extraordinary, the former predecessor, almost a legendary figure, was also defeated in his hands, if he is allowed to grow, he will be able to cast a brilliant again. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Jin Yaoyang's victory proves that the monks of this world are no worse than in the past, and he is also a figure, this person is not as dazzling as dazzling, but it is also loud in the battle domain.

The death platform is the same as before, a long breath floats, and a huge figure emerges, this person can't see who it is, no one recognizes that figure, but it has extraordinary combat power, the two fought for an hour, and finally at a heavy price, the monk killed the figure.

Then, like Jin Yaoyang, he disappeared here. After this battle, the passion of more monks was ignited. Everyone also suddenly realized that in ancient times, there were only a few people who were handed down to the world, and those who could enter this ancient capital were not necessarily those legendary characters.

The battles started one by one, and the probability of victory and defeat was only half, but this also made many monks have the heart to try. A few days have passed, some of the monks in the city have died, some have been teleported away from the Death Platform, and those victorious ones will always show a smile of joy when they are teleported again.

Leng Feng knew very well that it was not the joy of victory, it was more like getting some kind of creation, and for a few days, Leng Feng was not anxious but waited quietly, Su Hao, who was walking with him, had already left, and at a heavy price, he was lucky to win over a monk.

For seven days, Leng Feng saw everyone's battles, one by one, without a trace. Some ancient shadows appeared in the world and ushered in exclamations, and some ancient shadows came out, but in exchange for a lot of disdain, but in the midst of these disdain, there were also many monks who died miserably. After many battles, everyone has no contempt, even if it is an ignorant ancient shadow.

They are the witnesses of an era, the pinnacle of a realm, but they did not survive and descend, they were strong, but they made stepping stones for those who were stronger.

The last battle ended, Leng Feng shook his head helplessly, it was a pity that this monk who had lived with himself was defeated. Looking at the surroundings, Leng Feng got up and walked to the side of the monument, revealing a wry smile.

Gently stroked the, and his eyes immediately sharpened.

"It's your turn. ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by, blocking Leng Feng's face, it was a black shadow, looking at his back, Leng Feng frowned, and really forgot him.

Jiang Ziling, Leng Feng had been with him for two days before, and he also had a slight contact. The figure ignored Leng Feng and stepped directly onto the death platform, except for Leng Feng, he should be the last person.

Jiang Ziling stepped in, a wisp of green smoke from the death platform, and an ancient shadow appeared, it was a young ancient shadow, but Jiang Ziling showed a look of horror.

Others don't know, but he is very clear, respectfully bowed to Gu Ying, and then showed a stern look, the seal in his hand was pinched, the surrounding wind and clouds changed, just one contact, it was already like entering a climax, the battle intent was everywhere, one seal after another, thousands of spiritual power, even the cold front in the audience was amazed.

This is the real war, a few points stronger than the previous Jin Yaoyang, the big war fluctuates, ripples, if it is not for the restraint of the Death Stage, I am afraid that the entire ancient city will collapse.

On the death platform, the gray spiritual power penetrated Xuanyu, and the two were like senior brothers, position, offensive, killing intent, and solemnity, so similar, that is, if it wasn't for the mismatch in appearance, I am afraid that it was really fighting with himself.

"Jiang Ziling, is he your master?"

Leng Feng shouted loudly below, I have to say that Jiang Ziling's strength is very strong, if Leng Feng fights with him, if he doesn't use the real hole cards, let alone win, it is difficult to save his life.

Regarding Leng Feng's words, Jiang Ziling just snorted coldly, and then ignored it, he didn't dare to pay attention to it, the monk in front of him was from the same place as him, and he was also one of the few people he admired the most. Otherwise, they will not bow deeply as a sign of respect.

Another hour, the meaning of the two of them was very obvious, suddenly Jiang Ziling moved, turned into dozens of figures, and suddenly struck, this move was very similar to the phantom that Li Haitong cast, and for a while he couldn't tell which was the real Jiang Ziling, even the ancient shadow also showed a trace of horror at this moment.

Dozens of figures, dozens of deadly acupuncture points, were attacked at the same time, and Gu Ying was a little flustered, not knowing which place to defend. Looking at the many phantoms, he shouted and went away.

But it still didn't change the ending of the failure, Jiang Ziling picked up the ancient shadow and threw it hard.

"Seniors, today's combat skills are much stronger than those of you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the death platform rose lightly, the ancient shadow dissipated, and suddenly a white aura submerged into Jiang Ziling's eyebrows, as before, even though Jiang Ziling, who was smiling, was also inexplicably happy at this moment.

Before he finished his joy, he was already teleported away from the death platform.

The slow Leng Feng walked towards Shengtai, his mood was solemn, and a solemn face appeared on his face, and suddenly Leng Feng laughed, he was too scared of himself.

The figure jumped, jumped into the death platform, and as he saw, a wisp of breath floated in front of him, slowly turning into a figure.

The figure was ruthless, his eyes were blank, he couldn't see the slightest anger, his arms waved, and light feathers appeared, he didn't know who the monk in front of him was, but he knew that this monk was absolutely extraordinary.

Looking at Leng Feng's appearance, the figure suddenly stepped out, a flood of desolate qi shattered into the void, and the long knife in his hand appeared.

Suddenly, the figure was stunned, his face was a little stiff, and at this moment Leng Feng clearly felt that the godless eyes were actually revealed, and there was a trace of business. Leng Feng didn't dare to move, the light feather in his hand was clenched, and his face was hesitant and puzzled, this was completely different from what he imagined, these ancient cultivators, didn't they divide life and death as soon as they appeared? Or rather, it's who he is.

But it can't be said, concentrating, at most hundreds of years, according to the previous ancient shadows, the closest to modern times also have thousands of years, and they are all dead monks.

Could it be that this slightest business is fake, but even if it is fake, the figure should attack and kill itself at this time. It's just that the figure doesn't have it, the business in his eyes is entangled with the godlessness, like water and fire, and suddenly the ancient shadow opens his mouth.

"Help, me. ”

It was an ancient voice, as dry as the rubbing of rotten wood.

"Who are you?" Leng Feng asked cautiously, an inexplicable meaning lingering in his heart, and he knew that he was in trouble again.

It was tea time again, and the ancient shadow didn't say a word, but Leng Feng knew that this was a contest of wills, and the consciousness that had been colliding with the consciousness of this ancient capital, if it succeeded, the monk would definitely tell himself that if he failed, he could only do it himself and kill this ancient shadow here.

Time passed breath by breath, and in the blink of an eye, it was a stick of incense, and at this moment the ancient shadow suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was two wisps of clear color.

Leng Feng, who watched this scene, suddenly solemnized, his face was cold, this ancient shadow actually regained his clarity, it can be seen how strong this consciousness is, and the reason why Leng Feng is so focused is because he still doesn't know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, if it is a friend, it is good, but if it is an enemy, it will be even more serious, and if he can defeat the enemy of the ancient capital consciousness, how can he resist it with a small concentration.

Looking at Leng Feng's solemnity, the ancient shadow shook his head and laughed.

"Exactly as in my budget. ”

The sound at this moment is not as good as before, although it is a little obscure, but if you listen carefully, you can still distinguish it.

"Senior?" Leng Feng asked tentatively, the light feather in his hand still clenched.

Suddenly, the ancient shadow shook, and his body trembled uncontrollably. But after a few breaths, he immediately returned to clarity.

"It's stronger than you think. Gu Ying said solemnly, and then looked at Leng Feng again.

"I don't have much time, so I'll make a long story short, I was a monk from a long time ago, and in that era, I calculated my fate, and for this fate, I hid it from the world, but I was still sealed in the dust, and I needed your help in order to reproduce the world. ”

With such long words, Gu Ying finished speaking in one breath without the slightest pause. Before Leng Feng could speak, Gu Ying spoke again, and it could be seen that this Gu Ying was very urgent.

"I calculated, in the near future, you also have a fate, and you can't escape, today I send you a little traction, he will wake up the dusty me one day. ”

As soon as the words fell, a wisp of divine consciousness floated, submerged into Leng Feng's eyebrows, a trance, Leng Feng seemed to have experienced a hundred years.

During the years of chaos, a strong man immediately vomited blood, this is a real strong man, the blood cracked the void, stained the sky red, and the chaotic breath made the whole land crack.

"Master, can you find it?"

An old monk said respectfully that his master was the monk who was most likely to enter the realm of the Heavenly King, but this fateful calamity needed to be solved by the future monk.

Looking at the apprentice in front of him, the monk couldn't help but laugh.

"Sending cause and effect in the next life is really fatal. ”

Hearing this, the old monk also laughed with joy, and it seemed that his master had succeeded. If Leng Feng is again, he will definitely be able to find that this strong man who vomits blood is the ancient shadow that sent him to the traction.

As the divine consciousness submerged, the ancient shadow raised the long knife and plunged it into his brow.

Leng Feng, who returned to his senses, didn't know whether to be happy or sad, happy that he had passed the test of this rebirth platform, and sad was that he was worried about the words of this ancient shadow.

In the near future, he has a fateful catastrophe that he can't escape.

But this is also contradictory, since he can't avoid it, then why does he have to send himself so hard to give himself any traction.

Leng Feng couldn't think about it too much, and the ancient shadow suddenly dissipated, turning into a wisp of ancient qi and submerging into Leng Feng's eyebrows.

In an instant, a book of combat skills appeared in my mind, and the name of the combat skill was called, Tianyabu. Leng Feng glanced at it roughly, and then a happy smile appeared on his face, this time he finally understood why all the monks had such smiles before leaving.