There are twenty-seven spiritual pagodas in the Tianjiao Palace, which are divided into three levels: human, earth, and heaven, and there are nine spiritual pagodas at each level.

The twenty-seven spiritual pagodas of heaven, earth and man alone are a huge amount of wealth.

As the four of Wang Feng, as new disciples, they only have the authority to practice in the human-level spirit pagoda.

As soon as I entered the tower, the rich aura of heaven and earth came to my face, and I looked around, and the first layer was a space with a radius of one or twenty zhang.

As soon as Wang Feng's front foot landed, the ground vibrated with ripples one after another.

"It's amazing, it's like walking on a lake. Watching the circles of ripples spread in all directions, Wang Feng became interested.

But at this moment, something seemed to start to shake in the space, and then a wave of murderous aura began to appear.

As far as the eye could see, dozens of iron men holding various ice blades rose from the floor in an instant, their eyes glowing green.

Iron Golem!

As soon as these iron men appeared, they instantly broke away from the ground and killed the intruders one by one.

Without further ado, Wang Feng raised his sword to fight.

The iron man's attacks are extremely ferocious, and each sword has a huge force of nearly five hundred catties, which is simply irresistible for an ordinary person.

But relying on the blessing of spiritual power and sword intent, such a power was not enough to make Wang Feng fall into the disadvantage.

Chop!

Chop!

Stab!

Raise!

......

The Iron Man uses brute force to slash out the simplest moves, but the speed is extremely fast, and the sword sinks hard.

Under the group attack, Wang Feng felt the pressure.

The greater the pressure, the faster the speed of the sword in his hand, and the sword intent of the mountains and rivers enveloped all the iron men, constantly swimming and attacking.

The sword swings in all directions, the body swims in the landscape, the spiritual power in the dantian is swallowing, and the sword intent is rising and falling.

Unconsciously, Wang Feng fell into a state of selflessness.

The cultivation method of the body method "Streamer" appeared in his mind, and Wang Feng subconsciously swam according to its pace.

"Tai'a Sword Technique" slowly unfolded its prototype under the sword, "Taiyi Duel" continued to operate, and the aura in the spirit tower was extremely rich.

Consume, replenish, consume, replenish...... The line became a good cycle.

"I'm going, it's been half an hour, why is Wang Feng still on the first floor?"

Yu Huan, Bai Ze and Ye Wusheng, who were outside the Spirit Tower, looked at the big sun above their heads, and were a little worried.

At this rate, how long will the three of them have to wait? At the beginning, the three of them were overwhelmed in the first level.

Wang Feng in the spirit tower, the sword intent of the mountains and rivers shrouded the iron man, and the figure of the whole person shuttled through dozens of iron men like a shadow.

An hour passed, and the sword in his hand suddenly exerted force, and one by one the iron men were chopped off.

It wasn't until there was no iron man in front of him that Wang Feng stopped, felt his state, and muttered to himself: "Huh, the body is a small success, the swordsmanship is a big success, and the cultivation is a lot deeper." ”

The effect of practicing in this pagoda exceeded Wang Feng's expectations, and each exercise has three levels: small success, great success, and consummation.

It's just that in this short period of time, I actually cultivated my body technique to Xiaocheng and my sword technique to Dacheng, saving myself countless penances!

This speed, how terrifying!

The iron man disappeared, and a high platform of about one meter rose in the center of the first floor, Wang Feng was slightly puzzled, and then stood up.

The high platform shook for a while, and the scene around him changed, and Wang Feng found himself in a dark space.

There was no finger to be seen, it was absolutely dark, and there was a terrifying roar all around.

"Look! he's on the second floor!" The three people outside waited until they were all thankful, and finally Ye Wusheng saw the second floor of the spirit pagoda light up.

"Oh my God, he spent an hour and a half on the first floor!"

The three of them wanted to cry without tears, but at this moment, they saw the second layer light up, and the three of them were moved in their hearts.

Waiting is a boring thing, and the longer you wait, the more or less you can get.

Wang Feng has never experienced such darkness in his life, so dark that he can't see himself, the invisible sword.

It stands to reason that his sword qi is enough to illuminate the night, but the long sword bursts out with sword qi, and Wang Feng still can't see anything.

Urging the eyes, nothing works!

For the first time, the function of binocular has lost its effect here, and Wang Feng's heart, which has always relied on the most, has been shaken.

The fear of darkness is brought about by human beings.

The terrifying roars around were getting closer and closer, and Wang Feng knew that it was a demon beast! They were captured by the strong men of Tianming and locked up in this spirit pagoda as a whetstone for disciples.

The rules Wang Feng knew that if the disciple's strength was not good, the strong man of Tianming would never interfere.

The fear of monsters is also attached to the genes of human beings, and it is the fear brought about by humans being hunted by countless monsters for a long time in ancient times.

This fear, as the bloodline is passed down from generation to generation, even Wang Feng, who has crossed over from later generations, cannot get rid of it.

In this darkness, the sense of fear is magnified.

Finally, in this extreme darkness, the first demon beast was killed.

I can't see the appearance of the demon beast clearly, but I just perceive it by hearing.

"Dang!"

The long sword struck the demon beast, as if it were slashed on top of steel.

The second demon beast rushed up, the third, and the fourth......

At the beginning of the brutal hunting, Wang Feng's body was constantly scratched, and the whole person was constantly knocked away by the demon beast drinking Chinese medicine.

The pain did not dare to make a sound, the roar of the demon beast had greatly interfered with his perception, and he could only endure the severe pain and continue to draw out his sword.

The monster beast didn't know how long it had been hungry, and it wanted to swallow the human in its perception alive immediately.

Hunger, as well as the suppressed hatred, turned into the wounds and blood on Wang Feng's body.

The battle began to stalemate for a while, from the first fear to the powerlessness to the current scarred.

The blood stimulated the demon beasts, and it also stimulated Wang Feng.

Under the constant threat of death, Wang Feng's perception ability is rapidly rising.

Gradually, every slight fluctuation in the air began to be reflected in my mind, and the strong wind generated by the movement of the demon beast formed a curve in my mind, like a feast of mathematical lines extending.

"There are a total of twelve demon beasts, all of which are in the first realm of transformation. ”

The sword in his hand was constantly slashing out, and the movement trajectory of every demon beast in his mind was under Wang Feng's grasp.

The damage on the body became less and less, and in the end, the demon beast could no longer hurt itself.

Tai'a swordsmanship danced under the sword, and the streamer under his feet shuttled through the group of demon beasts.

The curves in his brain became complicated, but Wang Feng was immersed in this beauty.

Every sword seems to have become art, and every step seems to have stepped on the notes of a beautiful music, and the sword intent of the landscape encompasses the entire space, ups and downs.

The first sword slashed the demon beast, the second sword, and the third sword......

The first demon beast was beheaded by Wang Feng's sword, the second, and the third......

When the head of the last demon beast hit the ground, Wang Feng showed a satisfied smile.

It's the first time I've fallen in love with this extreme darkness.

The world seems to exist and it doesn't seem to exist, and every bit of wind and grass can't escape its own perception.

The body technique streamer broke through the great success in this darkness, and the sword technique Tai'a began to move towards perfection.

It is an extremely long process from the completion of the exercises to perfection, but I have already taken a step forward in the Tai'a sword technique.

Wang Feng stood quietly in the dark, waiting to enter the steps of the third floor.

After a while, in the darkness that was indistinguishable from the top and bottom, left and right, a white light appeared, and in the darkness it became a pillar of light several meters thick, and a high platform appeared.

Wang Feng stepped forward.

The surrounding scene changed again, and Wang Feng found himself in an empty space.

Although the floor beneath his feet is real, it looks like a vast starry sky below, and above his head is a void with no end in sight.

Wang Feng was slightly stunned in his heart, as if he was in the starry sky of the universe at this moment, and there was nothingness all around.

At this moment, a dark black slope with a height of ten zhang and a width of several zhang appeared in front of me.

Slowly walking forward, Wang Feng found that there were two hundred steps.

"Looks like I'm going to have to climb this staircase to get through. After thinking for a while, Wang Feng slowly climbed the steps.

"It's really gravity steps!" When standing on the first step, Wang Feng was surprised, there was really a strong person in this kind of place who could arrange such a divine object as gravity steps!

The gravity step can be said to be an auxiliary artifact for forging the body!

A faint gravity shrouded him, and Wang Feng felt that an invisible force was pressing against the ground around him.

When he reached the thirtieth step, his body had already surpassed the limit of the cornucopia of the first realm of Naling.

When he reached the sixty steps, Wang Feng's face was already pale, and he had already reached the limit of the cultivators of the Palace Gate Sea.

Urging the spiritual power to continue to move forward, boom!

As soon as he stepped on the hundred steps, a terrifying pressure of nearly ten times suddenly came, and Wang Feng, who was caught off guard, was crushed to the ground.

"Up!"

With a loud shout, with all his strength, Wang Feng stood up.

This is already the comprehension of the first realm mud bodhisattva of the transformation realm.

Burst!

When he stood on the one hundred and thirtieth steps, Wang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire face became snow-white.

Here, it's the realm of the second realm puppeteer!

Standing steadily on the one hundred and thirtyth steps, gasping for air, blood hanging from the corners of his mouth.

With a fine light in his eyes, Wang Feng moved forward again.

"Poof!"

When standing on the one hundred and fiftieth steps, another mouthful of old blood spurted out, Wang Feng no longer dared to move, and if he went up, his body would probably be shattered in an instant.

"The flesh is still too weak...... Wang Feng's eyes flashed as he looked at the two hundred steps at the top.

At this moment, Wang Feng finally understood where Li Changkong, one of the four heroes of Yuancheng, was standing.

And Bai Ze, the two-handed sword that was one of the five rookie disciples who entered the Tianjiao Palace, entered the fourth layer.

Then it means that he is standing at the pinnacle of the transformation realm.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Feng took a deep breath and crushed the token he took when he entered the tower.

The entire space shook, and a soft force enveloped Wang Feng, and when he opened his eyes again, the three of Ye Wusheng appeared in his eyes.

"How?"

"Are you alright?"

Seeing the blood hanging from the corners of Wang Feng's mouth, the three of them hurriedly stepped forward, and Ye Wusheng held the crumbling Wang Feng up.

"It's worth the trip!"

Enduring the weakness and pain in his body, Wang Feng's face was full of smiles.

"Let's go, let's go back first!" The three of them were very satisfied, and Ye Wusheng helped Wang Feng, preparing to let him go back to rest first.

"Shall I let you go?"

Just as the four of them were about to leave the Spirit Pagoda, a cold voice sounded in the sky, and a light and fluttering figure slowly fell from the sky, with an unkind face.