There was an exclamation from the cliff flat.

No one thought that it would be this ending, and it was Yue Jianhong who was defeated.

The battle ended in an instant, and there was no time for everyone to react.

Most of the disciples were still puzzled, but only a few Divine Masters present saw the clue, they looked solemn and nodded slightly subconsciously, as if they had seen an incredible picture.

Although the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm is the first realm of cultivation, if you talk about the process of cultivation, it is only the introductory realm. The special feature of this realm is that as long as the practitioner is enlightened and enters the apocalypse, even if it is the initial realm of the apocalypse that has a preliminary feeling of all things in heaven and earth, he can directly choose to enter the next realm, the golden stone realm.

Only those cultivators who have particularly strong spiritual power, or who have some expertise in divine thoughts, are willing to take the initiative to stay in the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm, and cultivate their divine thoughts with great difficulty, until the peak of the Heavenly Apocalypse, and then enter the Golden Stone Realm of tempering the flesh.

The cultivation of the Apocalypse Realm is just a simple gathering of true essence and divine thoughts. The practice of divine thoughts requires countless hours of accumulation, day and night non-stop meditation, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, and slowly cultivating and enriching the mud pill palace where the spirit gathers.

It can be said that it is a long and painful process.

Many monastic geniuses have just entered the first realm of the Apocalypse at the same time as they have just become enlightened. They were delighted with their cultivation talents, and wanted to become the legendary cultivators of the "Two Realms and the Same Crossing", and their general choice was to directly enter the Golden Stone Realm and start a real journey of cultivation.

Yue Jianhong is such a genius who crosses the border extremely quickly.

However, hard work always pays off, and a few Divine Mind Masters who have cultivated to the peak of the Apocalypse on the cliff can give a thunderous blow that can be perceived more clearly.

Divine thoughts hurt people, fast and ruthless, silent on the surface, but in fact they are extremely dangerous, even countless times more dangerous than the Dao sword. That's why the battle on the cliff ended so suddenly, even a little weirdly calm.

They could feel that Xu Feng's divine thoughts seemed to come from the sky, and they were like thunder falling out of thin air, exploding above Yue Jianhong's head without hesitation.

Three waves of bombardment in succession, one wave more ruthless than one wave, one wave faster than another, until it was determined that the opponent's mud pills were damaged, his mind shook, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Xu Feng was relieved to stop.

Even though these former powerhouses at the peak of the Apocalypse have now come to the Golden Stone Realm, or the Destiny Realm, they are still surprised by Xu Feng's attainments in divine thoughts, as well as his decisive and fierce killing, and they have already begun to pray, hoping that they will not encounter this difficult opponent in the Tsing Yi test.

What everyone didn't know was that Xu Feng had come to the peak of the Apocalypse a long time ago, and the Mud Pill Palace had already been firmly built, and the originally light and ethereal divine thoughts had even turned into living clouds in the Mud Pill Palace.

The problem is that until now, Xu Feng had to stay at the peak of the Apocalypse, continuing to carry out the primary cultivation method of comprehending heaven and earth and absorbing vitality.

This is really a kind of helplessness, and it is a great blow to the practitioners.

However, Xu Feng did not give up, just like Jing Qi had to swing the Pu Dao thousands of times every day, Xu Feng was absorbing vitality almost all the time.

He is like a miner on the island of Vientiane City, day and night, constantly digging up the vitality between heaven and earth, turning it into divine thoughts and true yuan, and storing it in his body. Whether it is the true yuan in the secluded mansion or the divine thoughts in the mud pill palace, they have all reached a terrifying level.

Because of his meridian problems, he couldn't easily enter the Golden Stone Realm like other cultivators, as long as the Heavenly Apocalypse did.

According to the cultivation theory inferred from Xu Feng's notes, he himself didn't know if his body would be able to withstand it if he continued like this, and whether this ordinary skin would be too weak to withstand the powerful True Yuan and Divine Thoughts, and some terrible things would happen.

Many times, he has to find a source for these divine thoughts and true yuan, such as a fight. Since the breakthrough battle of Lijiazhuang, he has felt more and more that the fight is very enjoyable, as if he is addicted.

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In the face of a cultivator genius like Yue Jianhong, the problem of the meridians turned out to be crooked and became one of Xu Feng's advantages, that is, he meditated and practiced day and night, and refined the powerful divine thoughts.

When Yue Jianhong swung out that sword, Xu Feng originally wanted to sacrifice the nine swords of wind and rain to greet him, but it was not until the appearance of those spirit snakes that he changed his attention.

Daomen orthodox martial arts, swordsmanship is powerful, but Xu Feng peeked out that these divine thoughts were smart on the surface, but their essence was weak, so he did not hesitate to choose to bombard the other party with divine thoughts, but he didn't expect it to work.

Defense is naturally more time-saving than attacking from a distance of a few zhang, and the ninth style of the wind and rain point Cangjian is the most perfect defensive style of Xu Feng, and it has been used by him to the point of perfection.

The people surrounding the cliff flat, in addition to the cultivators who saw the power of Xu Feng's divine thoughts, more Dao disciples were shocked by Xu Feng's cultivation in the sword path.

Xu Feng's posture of holding the sword on his chest gave them a faint sense of familiarity, as if this sword style was a certain martial art of the Daomen, but it was not completely similar to the martial arts of the Daomen.

Yue Jianhong used the Daomen unique swordsmanship, and his name was "Wentian". This is a kind of spirit-level martial arts, and probably only the level of the sect master is qualified to come into contact with the sword technique.

In the face of such a swordsmanship, Xu Feng was able to defend perfectly, and I have to say that the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, whether it was the grasp of time or the grasp of strength, was already accurate to the extreme.

This level can only be practiced through actual combat.

The four black-clothed disciples quickly came to the arena and carried Yue Jianhong down.

They didn't expect this to happen to the door master, and the battle ended calmly almost before it began.

They originally thought that even if Xu Feng's combat power was extraordinary, Senior Brother Yue could take him down with at most half a set of exquisite swordsmanship, even if Xu Feng's methods were tough, with a few magic weapons on Senior Brother Yue's body, he should be able to win the battle.

Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Yue was defeated so quickly that he didn't even have a chance to make a second move.

Several Taoist priests had resentment in their eyes, and they secretly made up their minds to get this field back sooner or later. Xu Feng has not yet stepped into Yingdu, and has already formed a bond of life and death with Nanyang Temple, one of the six avenues of Yingdu.

Zhong Er let out a sigh of relief, the light of admiration in his eyes became even hotter, and he thought to himself, this is what a genius should look like.

Among those Daomen disciples with grim expressions, the joy hidden on his face was a little conspicuous.

Xu Feng looked over there, and Zhong Er immediately lowered his head in shame, as if he shouldn't be happy that his door master was knocked down by someone.

Xu Feng's eyes left Zhong Er's body, and he turned to look at the waterfall like white silk hanging upside down in the distance, and the red leaves in the distant mountains, and his heart was pure.

He didn't hide it, turned around calmly, shook his sour arms, looked at the Daomen disciples on the cliff with cold expressions, and asked loudly, "Who else!?"

Listening to this arrogant and domineering challenge to the extreme, the Craftsman Sect Elder who had retreated in front of everyone shook his head helplessly.

Dongfang Bai's bright eyes flashed with flames.

The young man who came to the South China Sea on the edge of the crowd was a little incredible, he didn't expect that the new generation of saints in Vientiane City, Xu Feng, who was never forgotten, would be such a person.

The handsome face grew more and more interested. The urge to give it a try had gone back and forth in his chest many times.

The disciples of the various sects didn't want to provoke such a madman when the Tsing Yi Exam was about to start, adding unknown variables to the cultivation path in front of them.

Those Daomen disciples were silent as if they had been slapped in the face, anger and unwillingness to gather among those gray-clothed and black-clothed Taoist priests, the atmosphere was depressing, and even the originally bright autumn sky seemed to have dimmed a little.

Although it was Yue Jianhong who took the initiative to provoke, in front of the world's sects, a Sanqing sect master was defeated in one move, which was already an intolerable scandal.

And under the challenge of the opponent, in order to preserve the strength of the individual in the Tsing Yi test, no one dares to face it, then the Daomen will be shamed by the people of the world, and it will become the biggest joke in the cultivation world in a hundred years.

Xu Feng found the gazes of many Taoist priests, and looked at a middle-aged Taoist priest as if they were nothing. He was standing next to Zhong Er, with long hands and feet, an unusually tall figure, a simple face, a short beard on his mouth, and although he was wearing black clothes, his breath was extremely calm.

He is Zhu Zhi, who was ranked thirteenth on the Tianlong list just now, known as the "Great Dao Shi", and he is worthy of fate.

Zhu Zhi walked out of the crowd calmly under the gaze of his fellow disciples.

At this moment, all the Taoist priests breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.