Chapter 1129: The Eighth Level

Feng Qingyao, Miao Yuan Little Divine Monk, and the three of them all know that the current Fire Flame Dao people have reached a limit, and if they can break through the current limit, the Fire Flame Dao people will definitely have a great improvement. However, even if it fails at the last minute, it is not a big problem, after all, the Flamingo people have gained a very good result this time. Even if you can't break through immediately, as long as it takes a short time, the breakthrough is certain.

"Are you at the limit?"

Feeling a wave of dizziness in his head, the Flaming Dao man felt that he couldn't hold on a little anymore.

"No, it's not the limit yet! Mr. Feng said that I can pass this level, then I can definitely pass guò. It's definitely not my limit now, I can continue!"

Although he felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, but thinking of Feng Qingyao's words, the Flaming Dao people suddenly seemed to have a spirit, and with a roar, the scope of the Dao Domain suddenly expanded a lot, and the laws filled with the Dao Domain also increased a lot, and they actually extinguished all the Dingkan Demon Flames in the passage in an instant.

"I can do it!"

A smile appeared on the Flamin's face, and he slowly walked out of the passage.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, the Fire Dao Man sat cross-legged on the ground and began to breathe, and a blazing flame appeared around him, and as time passed, the temperature emitted from this blazing flame became lower and lower. Although the temperature is getting colder, the danger of the flames is getting bigger and bigger.

"Congratulations to the Flaming Dao Chief, whose strength has greatly improved, and his comprehension of the Mystical Law has also reached a higher level. ”

The little monk said with a smile as soon as he opened his eyes.

Although the Fire Dao people still look a little weak, their feelings are obviously very good. When you get past the third level. The Flaming Dao Man was convinced that he had indeed crossed that barrier and entered a new realm. But more importantly, he has taken a big step in the comprehension of the law of flames, and as long as he reaches the Mysterious Realm, there is almost no doubt that he can become a saint.

As for the Grandmaster...... The Fire Spirits had also fantasized about it when they were dreaming, but the Fire Spirits knew very well that the possibility of becoming a Grandmaster with their own qualifications was almost zero. So to be able to become a saint, the Fire Dao people are already very satisfied. smiled and returned the salute to the little monk of Miao Yuan, and then bowed to Feng Qingyao and said: "Thank you Mr. Feng for your support, if it weren't for Mr. Feng, I might never have been able to have the current realm." ”

Feng Qingyao nodded slightly and said, "You can have the current realm, although it has a certain relationship with me. But if you're a rotten wood that can't be built. No matter how many opportunities I offer you, it's useless. ”

It's not the first time Feng Qingyao has said such words, and the Fire Dao people also know that Feng Qingyao won't care about his gratitude. But whether you take it to heart or not is a matter of Feng Qingyao, and whether you say it or not is a matter of the Fire Dao people.

"Let's move on. Then it's your turn in the fourth level. Same as before. The fourth level has twice as much power as the third level. ”

He said lightly to the little monk of the wonderful wish. Just wait for the little monk to come forward and break through.

"Amitabha. ”

The little monk did not hesitate, and with a light noise, the Buddha horn stepped forward directly into the fourth passage.

Although the first three levels of the Miao Yuan Little Priest were not attacked, because all the attacks had been blocked by the Flaminous Dao people. However, the pressure on the body and the mental pressure can still be felt. Therefore, as for what kind of pressure he will be under after entering the fourth level, the little monk still has a little bottom in his heart.

When the pressure on his body and the spiritual coercion appeared, the little monk of Miao Yuan whispered the Buddha's name, and a pale golden Buddha light appeared on his body. In the light of the Buddha, the virtual images of Amitabha Buddha, Medicine Master Liuliguang Wang Rulai, and Maitreya King Buddha are directly revealed. The three Buddhas are surrounded by countless smaller statues of Arhats and the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

The pressure and coercion of the Ten Thousand Demon Caves on the little monk of Miao Yuan were directly illuminated by the light of the Buddha on the little monk of Miao Yuan, as if it had no effect. The nine stone spears that shot at the oncoming one made a screaming sound, and they were easily beaten into powder by the little monk of the wonderful wish.

As with what happened to the Fire Dao people, when the stone spear was shattered, a thought rushed directly into the sea of consciousness of the little god monk.

As soon as this thought rushed into the sea of knowledge of the little monk of Miao Yuan, it snorted and turned into smoke under the light of the Buddha in the sea of knowledge, leaving only a pure spiritual energy absorbed by the sea of knowledge of the little monk of Miao Yuan.

The little monk had just purified the spiritual thoughts that had invaded his mind and integrated them into his sea of consciousness, when a cloud of pitch black as ink suddenly surged in front of him, exuding bursts of sinister, vicious, deceitful, and cruel mist. This thick fog full of insidiousness, malice, deceit, and cruelty poured towards the little priest like a whirlwind cloud.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk just shouted the Buddha's horn, and the pale golden Buddha light behind him shrouded the entire passage. The thick fog filled with sinister, malevolent, deceitful, cruel, and other negative smells quickly disappeared like rolling water and snow. A group of five people easily walked out of the fourth section of the passage.

After the fourth level, the little monk did not rest at all, and directly entered the fifth level, which was still an easy pass.

This was followed by the sixth and seventh paragraphs, all of which did not cause any major trouble to the little monk of Miao Yuan.

The Miao Yuan Little Divine Monk is the realm of the Xuan Miao Slashing Body Realm, maybe it is not too far away from the half-step Grandmaster, and ordinary star saints have no deterrent power in front of the Miao Yuan Little Divine Monk. Although the Ten Thousand Demon Cave has the meaning of testing, but more importantly, it is a place of inheritance, and there is really no big trouble for a master of the Mystic Realm who is already a little less than the strength of an ordinary star saint.

After entering the eighth level, the little monk of Miao Yuan immediately discovered the difference. The huge, evil coercion made the little monk feel suffocated for a while.

The people who walked in after the little monk naturally noticed the difference in the eighth level.

The Flaming Dao man's complexion changed greatly, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead. Although he will not be attacked when he stands behind, the pressure on his body and mental coercion can still be felt. This furnace was a very big test for him, and he obviously felt extremely difficult after entering the eighth level.

The little monk shouted the Buddha's name, and the golden light on his body was magnificent, and he directly stretched out his hand to push, and a huge golden palm appeared out of thin air and hit the mist that exuded a foul smell in front of him.

The smiling virtual statue of Maitreya Buddha behind him also made a gesture of waving his palm at the same time.

The pale golden palm landed on the foul-smelling mist, and suddenly a sneer like a soldering iron falling on flesh filled everyone's ears.

Clusters of corpse-like spots appeared on the big hand that emitted bursts of golden Buddha light, and the number and size of these spots became larger and larger. Soon, the pale golden palm lost its light, like a rusty iron hand.

A sharp wail sounded in Feng Qingyao's minds at the same time. The Flaming Daoist snorted, and two blood streaks came out of his nostrils. (To be continued......)