In the Zhongtian Continent, the cultivation realm is divided into nine levels: warrior, warrior, martial master, martial sect, martial king, martial honor, martial emperor, martial saint, and martial emperor. Each stage is divided into nine periods, and the nine layers are divided into three periods: primary, middle and last, which means to take the ninety-nine to one, and the meaning of breaking the void.

The three levels below the Martial Sect can only be regarded as an entry, so Shou Yuan is only slightly longer than ordinary people. And breaking through the realm of martial arts, in the way of martial arts, can be regarded as entering the hall and realizing the "Tao" that truly belongs to him, so he is called "Zong"!

Martial Sect Realm, in the Zhongtian Continent, can be called a real powerhouse. Ordinary martial artists, who have worked hard all their lives, as long as the mental method they cultivate is not a stall, they will have hope of advancing to the martial arts realm.

However, the Martial Sect Realm was like a huge chasm, blocking the vast majority of people from the opposite side, and they would not be allowed to enter the door for the rest of their lives! It was like Ling Hongyun, who had been stuck in the Martial Master Peak Realm for more than ten years, but he still couldn't break through.

The reason why Lingjiazhuang's hearts are scattered is very simple, that is, Ling Hongyun's longevity is not much left. Once he breaks through the Martial Sect Realm, he will increase his longevity for about fifty years, and all these crises will also dissipate, which is why he can't retreat all year round. He saw this very thoroughly!

If it is said that breaking through the Martial Emperor Realm from the Martial Master Realm is a huge chasm that blocks countless people from the opposite side, then breaking through the Martial Emperor Realm from the Martial Venerable Realm is a desperate and insurmountable heavenly cushion! Because in the past ten thousand years in the Zhongtian Continent, no one has been able to break through the Martial Emperor Realm! In his previous life, Ling Feng had stopped at the Martial Emperor Peak Realm and would not be able to advance an inch for the rest of his life.

It is estimated that in ancient times, the ranks of the martial artists of the Zhongtian Continent were not divided in this way, but were divided into three major levels: refining and refining qi, practicing qi and transforming gods, and refining gods and transforming voids, each major level was three small levels, and each small level was divided into nine levels.

Ten thousand years ago, the heaven and earth of the Zhongtian Continent suddenly underwent drastic changes, coupled with the ensuing earth-shattering catastrophe, which not only caused the spiritual energy of the Zhongtian Continent to gradually dry up, but also the inheritance fault. Over time, it has evolved into the current title of the nine major ranks from martial artist to martial emperor. However, in the last three orders, since the upheaval of the Zhongtian Continent, no one has broken through the Martial Emperor Realm.

On the surface, there is only one order difference between the Martial Master Realm and the Martial Sect Realm, but between the two, there is a world of difference. The latter can be easily crushed by the former! Therefore, Mu Ziming didn't think that Ling Feng's martial arts realm could still turn the sky in front of him.

What's more, Mu Ziming had already sprinkled the Nine Absolute Soul Scatter that was so breathless and tasteless that even the Martial King Realm inhaled a trace of it and was about to die! As long as Ling Feng solved the confusion in his heart, he would immediately urge the toxin of the Nine Absolute Soul Scatter, and then throw Ling Feng back into the Burning Heaven Ding......

"Ling Feng, let's say, what is the reason why you have been refined in this Burning Heaven Ding for three days and three nights and have not died? A cold smile flashed in Mu Ziming's eyes, waiting for Ling Feng to give this answer that he couldn't think of even if he couldn't think of it.

"I'm sorry, but I can't figure out what's going on. Oh, and I thank you for lifting the lid in time, I can do it. Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said helplessly.

"Bastard, you kid dare to lie to me? You are looking for death! Ling Feng, I will throw you alive into the Dingzhong for seven days and seven nights, and then I will see if you can survive!" Mu Ziming's eyes flashed with a touch of violence, and with a flick of his left hand, it was filled with mist, and the toxin that broke the soul of the Nine Severes was immediately activated.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years!

For Ling Feng, Mu Ziming also had scruples in his heart. Although his cultivation realm could completely crush Ling Feng, in Ling Feng's body, he still felt an aura that made him extremely jealous.

Because right in front of him, more than twenty days ago, Ling Feng, who was weaker than ordinary people, actually broke through directly from an ordinary person to the martial artist realm in less than a month? Such an incredible thing, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it at all!

"Ling Feng, let me obediently climb into the Ding and turn into a Ten Thousand Poisons Holy Pill!" Mu Ziming, who triggered the Nine Broken Soul Scattering Toxins, grabbed Ling Feng directly with one hand.

Ling Feng stumbled, just avoiding his grasp, and immediately, he staggered at him, and said angrily: "Poisonous, Mu Ziming, you, you despicable......"

In my eyes, there is only success and failure, and there is no difference between light and shamelessness. Hehe, I only need the Ten Thousand Poison Saint Pill, so Ling Feng, you still want me to enter the Ding!" With that, he smirked and pressed towards Ling Feng step by step.

Ling Feng barely stabilized his crumbling body, took a deep breath, pinched his fingers into a sword, and the whole person exuded bursts of sharp aura, pointing at Mu Ziming obliquely!

"Ling Feng, stop struggling meaninglessly, if you are hit by my Nine Broken Souls, the blood in your whole body will slowly stiffen, and if you move, it will be like cutting your soul. Now, let me end your suffering!" Speaking of this, Mu Ziming condensed his true qi, and his whole person swept up, volleying in the air, his palms turned into claws, and ten fierce and uncast qi fell down like lightning.

Seeing that the ten fierce winds were about to hit Ling Feng's head, a cold smile flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. The originally crumbling figure was like a civet cat, and while instantly avoiding the ten winds, he pointed like a sword, and an incomparably sharp sword qi swept straight to Mu Ziming's eyebrows.

This sudden sword is like a flower falling without a trace, and like an antelope hanging on its horns, there is no trace! Such a simple sword actually penetrated through the almost uncatchable gap left by Mu Ziming's move, and went straight to the heart of the eyebrows!

This was a big surprise to Mu Ziming, because he never imagined that Ling Feng was not only not poisoned, but also sent out such a sharp sword! But after all, he was a strong martial artist, and he was not afraid of danger, and his ten claws were one and his qi condensed, blocking the sword qi emitted by Ling Feng.

Only a "poof" sound was heard, and Mu Ziming's two fingers had been cut off by this extremely sharp sword qi finger. Scarlet blood gushed out from the severed finger like a spring......

"You, you're not poisoned!" Mu Ziming covered his broken finger and said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you a lot, if you weren't willing to throw so many poisonous things into the Dingzhong, I'm afraid that these Nine Absolute Souls would have poisoned me, right?" Ling Feng's eyes flashed with regret, and he said lightly.

Killing the opponent is the goal, so Ling Feng doesn't mind a trick! Because only a fool can fight hard in the Martial Master Realm and a Martial Sect Realm, but this sword actually let Mu Ziming block it, which is really a pity.

"You, you mean!"

When Mu Ziming heard this, he remembered that it had taken him ten years of time and several years of life and death to collect so many medicines, he couldn't stop a mouthful of blood rushing straight to his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he returned what Ling Feng had just said.

"Each other, each other......" Ling Feng said with a smile, in this case, he didn't mind sprinkling another handful of salt on Mu Ziming's wound!

"Ling Feng, even if you don't use poison, do you think you still have a chance under me?" Mu Ziming took a few deep breaths, his chest seemed to be like a bellows, and gradually calmed down.

"Alas, you can't even take advantage of it......" Speaking of this, Ling Feng's tone changed, and his whole body exuded a cold and solemn aura, and he said in a condensed voice: "Although you saw Ling Hao killed by me with your own eyes, you must not have figured out how I killed him without true qi." Now, I'll let you take a good look at this sword!"

At this moment, Ling Feng's whole person seemed to have turned into a sword, a sword that broke through the sky and the earth, and was extremely sharp!

Looking at a trace of cold chill, Mu Ziming's heart suddenly rose! His heart sank violently, and his body immediately retreated, at this moment, Ling Feng moved, and pointed at the sword, and slashed down with a sword......

The frost-white sword qi was instantly covered, and Mu Ziming seemed to feel as if he was in the middle of a snowstorm in the sky, cold and bone-chilling, small and helpless!

Blood burst out, the sword light in the sky stopped abruptly, and a human head fell to the ground with a bang! Mu Ziming's headless body stood in place, and for a long time, it fell down like a log.

"It seems that this Five Elements Sword Technique, with my current cultivation, is not enough to support it!" This sword almost condensed all of Ling Feng's true qi, and he immediately felt a surge of blood qi in his chest, and his face turned pale. However, his hand that turned into a sword was still stable without a hint of trembling.

After a long time, Ling Feng said lightly: "Mu Ziming, come out, do you think that I will give you some chance to sneak attack? Besides, I am almost completely angry now, don't you think this is a good opportunity?"

Mu Ziming is not dead!

Although Ling Feng didn't know how Mu Ziming used to escape his own killer sword, he could still feel Mu Ziming's breath, and it was hidden somewhere in the mist.

"What a terrible swordsmanship, Ling Feng, I always thought that I had overestimated you, but I didn't expect that I would still underestimate you! Ling Feng, if you hadn't met me, I am afraid that your achievements in the future would be limitless! However, everything can only end here, genius, will eventually fall ......" In the thick mist, Mu Ziming's cold voice came.

"Really, why didn't you make a move just now? Instead, you hid in the shadows like a mouse for so long?heh, Mu Ziming, I think you're scared, right?" Ling Feng smiled and said contemptuously.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" Mu Ziming, who was cut off from his heart, was like a wolf that had been stepped on by his tail, and immediately let out a roar.

The terrifying sword that Ling Feng had sent out just now, if it weren't for the fact that he had obtained a stand-in puppet from the Ancient Secret Mansion, he would only end up in a different place. Although he relied on this stand-in puppet to escape with his life, that terrifying sword had instantly shattered all his confidence! That's why he hid in the shadows and prepared to sneak attack, but he never imagined that Ling Feng not only spied through it, but also didn't even give him a chance.

With the roar, Mu Ziming, who was unharmed, slowly came out of the mist step by step with the smell of being scorched by anger. With his appearance, the headless corpse, like a tree, quickly withered and instantly shattered into pieces......