The strong coercion in the field made it difficult for many people to walk, and the true yuan in their bodies also surged, which was used to resist this ubiquitous violent pressure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This ...... It's such a strong breath, we can't move at all, let alone take the stage?"

In the crowd, some of the monks' faces turned red, their muscles were sudden, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, under the majestic suppressive force, even if they moved their fingers, it was a luxury, at this moment, they could only use the true yuan in their bodies to resist this strange but powerful and abnormal force.

However, there will always be a time when the true yuan will be consumed, and when that time comes, I am afraid that more than half of the dozens of monks present will explode into flesh and blood, and all of them will fall.

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of clowns who don't think about themselves."

At this moment, Lin Luo still felt that he was at ease, and his eyes looked at the top of the thunder sword platform that was only three layers, and the dark blue thunder on it was pervasive, and he couldn't see it really, but his eyes were full of eagerness, and he didn't care about anything else, so he took the first step, step by step extremely firmly, or he couldn't wait, and walked towards the extraordinary, gloomy sword platform rendered by the strange blue light.

Yuwen is like this, Wang Xiao is like this, and even the fat man mustered up all his strength, and walked forward very slowly, which is only a few zhang away, but it is really as if he is in the deep sea, and the journey is extremely difficult.

In the crowd, except for those monks who have only encouraged and supported them until now, there are only a dozen people who can take that step, but the strange thing is that Youruo did not move, Yang Xuan is like this, and the two of them just stood where they had been standing at the beginning.

"You're still the same as before, isn't this Divine Realm Venerable's inheritance still not attractive to you?"

Hearing Yang Xuan's slightly surprised words, he smiled coquettishly, not knowing how to answer, and after a while, he seemed to have a good word, and slowly spoke, "This trip to the tomb, to get Hongmeng Amethyst Pearl, even if it is just a counterfeit, its effect on me is far greater than this Venerable inheritance."

Yang Xuan was speechless, looking at her with a strange expression, "Seriously, sometimes I really want to know, everything about you, the Cloud Desolate Tower, the Dao Platform, and even this involves the ancient burial at the level of the Divine Realm, you are like this, mysterious and curious......"

"Hehe, do you want to know?" Yuruo smiled, and a pair of smart eyes bent into crescents.

"Forget it, since you want to say, you told me a long time ago, but do you have to wait until now?"

"If you really want to know...... I'll tell you everything."

Yang Xuan was stunned, looking at Youruo's sincere expression, with a touch of firmness in his expression, at this moment, he couldn't make up his mind at all to nod, and after a while, he smiled slightly, "Okay, but one day I will know, but not now"

As he spoke, Yang Xuan stretched out his finger and pointed to the majestic Thunder Sword Platform in front of him, and blinked slightly.

The exchange between the two, in addition to themselves, was only heard by some monks who were imprisoned by the power in this space and could not move a single bit, at this moment they were not without envy in their hearts, they were in a difficult situation, and it was difficult to move an inch, but the two people who were a few steps away were talking and laughing, and regarded the terror and coercion in between them as nothing.

"It's ridiculous that we are still trying to pick up some omissions in this inheritance place, and even drill a gap to occupy the inheritance ......"

His expression was extremely lonely, but it only lasted for a moment, and he had to gather all his heart to resist this violent pressure and find a glimmer of life for himself.

As if he was in place, Yang Xuan's figure had already appeared in front of the Thunder Sword Platform, and when he walked here, his eyes faintly saw that there seemed to be a cold light in the middle of the sword platform, which was inserted upside down, and the blue thunder raged in the churning silver, but there was no way to see it clearly, and the divine thoughts even stopped existence in the three-foot rule in Yun Mengze, and there was no way to explore it at all.

Invisibly, there seems to be an inexplicable energy shrouded, if you want to wait for the top of this Thunder Sword Platform, you can't really rely on your own strength.

Looking around, all the monks who were qualified to compete for this inheritance battle were all hovering around the first-level sword platform, hesitating and not daring to take a rash step, and their eyes were constantly looking to see who would have such courage.

Shaking his head helplessly, Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the sword weapons all over the sword platform, and when he got closer, he could really feel the power spreading on it, the thunder that roared from time to time, the crisp sword groan, the momentum was huge, and the atmosphere was solemn.

The fingertips shot out a small golden thunder arc, shooting straight at this sword weapon, and in an instant, the sword weapon trembled violently, as if it was stimulated by something, and the sword weapon that was still mostly silver suddenly stirred up a faint blue luster, like a mist, but it implied a trace of the thunder flavor that Yang Xuan was extremely familiar with.

"What is this?"

Without waiting for emotion, the strange blue mist between them entwined all the energy sword weapons, and the abrupt dark blue light was flourishing, and even the sword weapon inserted upside down next to it was also blooming, and where Yang Xuan was, the pressure increased several times in an instant.

His face was shocked, he only felt that Wan Jun's weight was coming, his body was slightly bent, and it was difficult to stand up straight, but after a few breaths, the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting out, and the incomparably magnificent blue light seemed to him at this moment, just like the evil ghosts of the Nine Shadows, which was terrifying.

"Can't this sword weapon be touched?" Yang Xuan took a few deep breaths, and the True Yuan in his body surged, slightly offsetting the sudden increase in pressure, "But this is densely packed with tens of thousands of sword weapons, if you want to reach the top of the sword platform, how can you not touch it?"

"Or is it that the tomb owner's predecessors just want us to withstand this amazing pressure and move forward......

Yang Xuan didn't know what to do, the strange scene here was naturally seen by all the monks around the first-level sword platform, and the eyes that were originally glowing with joy also showed a look of horror at this moment.

If this method really passes the test of the final Thunder Sword Platform, the danger in it is self-evident.

Everyone present is under the inexplicable pressure of the space, many of them are already at the end of the crossbow, if the coercion soars again, even if they can get away with it, they will definitely end up seriously injured.

Thinking of this, everyone's expressions were filled with a layer of heaviness, and some people even had the idea of retiring, looking at the top of the sword platform that seemed not far away, gritting their teeth with hatred.

Yuwen Bufan's eyes also swept a trace of solemnity, but he did not retreat, but his eyes were full of battle, his eyes were as bright as the stars staring at the top of the sword platform without blinking, and the corners of his mouth pulled an inexplicable arc.

"This kind of challenge is the most interesting, Gu Feng, you have waited too long for this competition"

As if muttering some inconsequential words in his mouth, Yuwen Bufan's eyes suddenly closed, his steps opened, and with a slight sound, he suddenly landed on the first-level sword platform.

In an instant, an incomparably fierce aura rose, there was his Yuwen extraordinary, but more than that, there were several sword weapons on the sword platform that were alarmed by the footsteps, and the palpitating faint blue sword light instantly swirled, and the invisible force field constructed enveloped Yuwen extraordinary.

I saw that his straight body trembled slightly in an instant, it was a little bent, bloodshot appeared in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, and an incomparably fierce aura instantly emerged from his body, trying to fight against it in vain.

But in the eyes of everyone, the breath was like a candle flame in the wind, so weak that it could be extinguished at any time.

"Boom" ......Suddenly there was a burst of dark blue mist steaming, the thunder crackled, as far as the eye could see, Lin Luo also brazenly ascended the first-level sword platform, trembling violently, his legs couldn't help trembling, and his handsome face looked a little hideous at the moment, even worse than Zhiyuwen's extraordinary state.

Someone took the lead, and some confident monks all mustered up their courage one after another, and took bold steps, and for a while, the momentum in the field continued to rise, and the infinite coercion was like a mountain that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, falling in unison, and even the coercion elsewhere in the field instantly skyrocketed to an incredible level.

The thunder on the sword platform instantly rioted, condensing the thunder light that was visible to the naked eye, roaring wantonly, and the sound of the thunder was endless.

"Poof...... someone can withstand it, there are naturally manpower and attempts, and the footsteps still fall on the sword platform level but a few breaths, with a burst of blood mist spraying, there are several figures flying out upside down in embarrassment, and even more, immediately exploded into a pile of blood and flesh, under the action of the invisible force field, condensed into a pool that looked incomparably terrifying, suspended in mid-air.

The screams and roars were intertwined, adding a touch of hideousness to this already palpitating space.

Yang Xuan was stunned, he didn't know if it was the abrupt increase in this coercion, or the power of many sword weapons on the sword platform erupted together, but he felt that the golden Nine Heavens God Lei Qi'er flowing in his body condensed a will.

The will to fight, as if he had met some old enemy, kept stirring in Yang Xuan's body, but it was this kind of riot that blocked all the continuous coercion from the body, and at this moment, he felt that it was much better than when he tried the sword weapon before.

"Hehe, my thunder sword platform, relying on this thunder alone, I'm afraid I can't restrain you......"

The voice suddenly sounded, revealing a bitter meaning, "Three thousand years, you are still ahead of me in this aspect"

At this moment, everyone in the field has long had no time to care about this, and they have not even heard the sound of vicissitudes that is not blocked in the slightest and reverberates wantonly in the field.

Yang Xuan was shocked, and an indescribable consternation surged in his heart, although the words of the tomb owner did not specify, but he had an intuition, and it was also the intuition given to him by the rushing and manic Nine Heavens Golden Thunder in his body, what the Venerable Predecessor said was him, or rather, his thunder.

Feeling something, he took a step in doubt, the sword platform was agitated, the sword weapon was frenzied, the thunder was surging, and the dark blue mist was rising, the power was as usual, and even more terrifying, but Yang Xuan was strangely stunned.

He was in it, but he didn't feel the slightest pressure, or rather, this kind of coercion that made it difficult for the rest of the others to move an inch, exuded a rich golden glow around him, and Yang Xuan, who was shining with golden thunder, was not very strong.

However, is this possible? Yang Xuan had experienced that almost desperate feeling when he had tested the coercion on the sword weapon before.

Gradually, the rather firm will that came out of the Nine Heavens Golden Thunder in his body became stronger and stronger, and there was even a faint intention to break out of the body, Yang Xuan's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, and suddenly, he felt the faint blue light that filled the space, a trace of something unusual.

"So evil, so weird...... What exactly?"

In the crowd, the fat man's somewhat stiff figure was oppressed by coercion, and it was extremely difficult to support his fat body, trembling violently, as if he couldn't support it, and on the first-level sword platform, only his body was the most unstable, and he still seemed to be unable to hold on.

The coercion in the field is still there, wantonly destroying everyone's body and mind, and the few persistences.