Chapter 132: Eleven Layers of Dust

"There is a fate to meet in another world. After Wang Fei's movements of his hands stopped, he took a deep breath and said this sentence with a smile, looking very happy.

The reason why Wang Fei said this sentence is because the old man in the picture told this past story before disappearing.

But soon Wang Fei, who was originally smiling, turned into a bitter smile, because with his cultivation, he was only able to reluctantly perform the first two techniques of forbidden burial and burial, but it was extremely difficult for him to perform the latter two spells.

Then Wang Fei's expression changed again, no longer a wry smile, but very solemn, because he thought of the previous picture, although it was only a picture, but through the picture, he could clearly feel that the cultivation of the Ling Ge Sect's generation ancestor Gao Lin was extremely strong, surpassing all the people he had seen, and even far exceeding his master's cultivation of the Star Realm.

Wang Fei didn't know how to distinguish the realms in the back, but Fang Nian had survived for thousands of years, so Gao Lin, the ancestor of the Ling Pavilion Sect, could survive for a longer time.

Cultivation is so strong, he can live for so long, why did he die, when he survived, why did he create a small Ling Ge Sect in the small Night Country, what is the cause and effect behind all this.

"There is really not much time left until the appearance of the secret realm, instead of thinking too much, it is better to improve your cultivation, and then all the mysteries will naturally be known. ”

Until an hour passed, Wang Fei still couldn't figure it out, then shook his head, put aside these thoughts, got up and walked out, he was going to find Fang Zhou and Fang Tian, they didn't show up for more than a month, the two of them must be worried about him.

Half a day later, Wang Fei returned to his residence again, and showed a worried look, Fang Nian had been away from the Seven Swords Sect for seven months, not only did he not return, but there was not the slightest news back.

When three months had passed, Fang Nian seemed to have disappeared, and there was still no news, and Wang Fei had entered the tenth layer of dust within these three months, and the amount of aura stored in his body was comparable to that of a person in the middle stage of the worldly realm.

"This is the power of the ten layers of the Dust Realm. Wang Fei clenched his fists tightly, and a feeling of being in control of his own destiny arose in his heart.

At the same time, he also had a feeling in his heart that at this moment, even a person in the middle of the realm of detachment would be defeated in front of him! As for a person with the same cultivation, as long as he pointed at random, the other party would be seriously injured and retreat, and even death was not impossible.

During this period, Wang Fei did not pull down the speed spirit technique, almost to the point of perfection, absorbing the spiritual energy quickly, without relying on spirit stones, and nearly four times more than the same cultivation disciples.

It is comparable to the speed at which a person in the late stage of the realm of the worldly realm absorbs spiritual energy, as well as his divine sense, which has already broken through 10,000 zhang, reaching 21,000 zhang.

Another month has passed in the blink of an eye, and at this moment, Wang Fei's cultivation is only a trace away from entering the peak of the tenth layer of dust, and the speed of cultivation progress is staggering!

And the strength of his divine sense has also reached the distance of a person in the late stage of the realm of refinement, which can extend to a distance of 27,000 zhang!

After a short time, Wang Fei took out a lot of spirit stones again, closed his eyes, and he wanted to make a big deal to stabilize his cultivation at the peak of the tenth layer.

"No, why is there no sign of entering the realm of detachment, could it be that the tenth layer is not the consummation of the realm of the earth, and there are eleven layers behind?"

Three days later, Wang Fei opened his eyes violently and opened his mouth silently, revealing a deep sense of shock and incomprehension in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, when a monk who has come out of the dust realm has reached the peak of the tenth layer, the aura in his body will not grow any longer, and his divine consciousness will not increase again.

And you will also feel that there is a layer of diaphragm blocking, after breaking this layer of diaphragm, you will become a monk of the realm of detachment, this is the common sense of the cultivation world, even a monk who is out of the dust layer knows it.

And after Wang Fei's cultivation reached the peak of the tenth layer of dust, instead of feeling the diaphragm of entering the realm of desolation, there seemed to be no end ahead, and the aura in his body could still increase.

Even his divine consciousness was slowly growing, and this almost broke the monk's common sense, so he lost his voice.

The reason why Wang Fei's cultivation is so strange is also because the light of the stars in that brand makes his body have signs of returning to the ancients, which is a great creation for any monk.

The ancient monks were extremely powerful, far surpassing the people of this era, and in ancient times, the twelve layers of dust were the pinnacle of the dust realm.

"Whether this matter is good or bad, you will know after a try, wealth and wealth are in danger, and there is no reason to stop. After an instant, Wang Fei recovered from the shock, his heart was horizontal, he closed his eyes again, and at the same time cast the speed spirit technique, absorbing the spiritual energy in heaven and earth at a speed of nearly eight times.

A month passed in a hurry, and in the past month, Wang Fei has never stopped, and his body seems to be a black hole, no matter how much aura he can't fill.

When the second month passed, the fluctuations emitted by Wang Fei's body became weaker and weaker, and after another ten days, his body no longer had the slightest fluctuation in cultivation, just like an ordinary person.

At this moment, Wang Fei patted the storage bag and immediately flew out of nearly 10,000 spirit stones, and at the same time, the speed of pinching the trick with both hands was faster, and nearly 10,000 pure white high-grade spirit stones turned gray visible to the naked eye, that is, in ten breath time, nearly 10,000 spirit stones became fly ash.

"Break!" Just when the spirit stone became ashes, Wang Fei closed his eyes tightly, and let out a low cry from his mouth, he originally had no body that was fluctuating in cultivation, as if he had been holding it for too long, and it was violently dispersed at this moment, and the breath was so strong that even people in the later stage of the worldly realm had to change color after seeing it.

"Eleventh layer of dust!" Then Wang Fei slowly opened his eyes, and wherever his gaze went, a strong coercion emanated.

When he looked at the gate of the pavilion, the wooden gate seemed to be unable to bear his glance, and made a "creaking" sound, and then directly broke and collapsed, becoming a pile of sawdust.

If someone says that the ten layers of the Dust Realm are not perfect, they will definitely be regarded as a madman by everyone, or a joke he deliberately said.

But if someone knew that Wang Fei's cultivation really exceeded the tenth layer of dust, but after reaching the eleventh layer, everyone would definitely be shocked and unable to close their mouths, stunned, and even saliva flowed out, and they would not know it.

After all, this matter is greatly beyond the common sense of the monks, in this era, everyone's hearts believe that the ten layers of the dust realm is consummation, tens of thousands of years, I have never heard of someone whose cultivation can exceed the ten layers of the dust, this is almost impossible.

"Eleven floors are not the end, there are still twelve floors!" At this moment, Wang Fei's expression could not see joy and sorrow, and when he whispered, a fine light flashed in his eyes. (To be continued.) )