Chapter 1260

Several people around the edge of the golden fog, very puzzled, what is this thing, why take a breath, feel so comfortable.

"Boy, it's immortal Qi, pure immortal Qi. I don't know how many times the immortal Qi you steal when you open the door to steal heaven. What you steal is all the immortal Qi with impurities. This is the origin of pure immortal Qi."

Mu Bai looked at the golden mist, with a sigh tone, for a long time did not smell the taste of fairyland.

Only mubai had been to the fairyland, and only he knew what fairyland was like. Of course, he had the most say.

"So it is

Ye Feng just began to doubt, is this immortal? But I'm not sure, because it's different from the immortal Qi He stole.

This group of golden immortal Qi is more pure, as if it had not added any impurities, very pure, pure is a beautiful girl who took off her clothes, without a trace of flaws.

That kind of beauty, almost can not tolerate people to profane, just want to quietly appreciate, this is a realm.

"Boy, what are you doing? Take it away quickly. Your realm is getting higher and higher. Those impurities can't be absorbed any more. This group of immortal Qi can help you to break through the realm and directly absorb this group of immortal Qi, which is enough for you to improve your two realms."

Mubai looked at Ye Feng in a daze, let him quickly collect.

No longer hesitated, Ye Feng directly vacated a storage ring, put this group of immortal gas into it, collected it directly, and absorbed it when he broke through next time.

It's a mass of immortal Qi. Ye Feng estimates that there are at least hundreds of cubic meters. If the immortal Qi in it turns into Lingshui, it's at least a huge lake.

The door to the ninth floor appeared, and all the people present were silent. The immortal of tianwu mansion got three immortal utensils from the ninth floor and created tianwu mansion.

Today, Ye Feng also wants to climb the ninth floor. He doesn't know if he can cross safely, but he knows that there is only one way in front of him, that is, to keep going.

Outside jianzhuxing Pavilion, there are more and more people gathering. Most of them go to the sixth floor, or better to the seventh floor. Those who enter the dead door are hardly able to get out.

There are more than 20000 people coming in. At present, only about 3000 people have survived. It's a terrible chance of death.

Rao is like this, every 20 years, there are still countless people rushing here, hoping to grab a good treasure.

"I've heard that this time, Tianyun in tianwu mansion has reached the ninth floor."

Outside the jianzhuxing Pavilion, the warriors gathered in twos and threes talked one after another. From the outside of the jianzhuxing Pavilion, you can see the tenth floor all the time. As long as someone appears on each floor, there will be a flash in the door.

This is a signal, implying that someone has entered. The more flashes, the more people will enter. Most people are in the gate of life. There are two flashes on the ninth floor of Kun gate, which means that two people have entered the ninth floor at the same time.

Soon, some people entered the camp, which was also a flash.

However, in the blink of an eye, people came in one after another. In eight directions, people came in four directions. They were all students.

After tens of thousands of years of deduction, these gifted disciples have been able to figure out which are living and which are dead.

Only those who do not have any guidance, or who do not get it right, break into the dead door. This time, hundreds of people enter the dead door, and no one comes out.

"Look, the ninth floor of Qianwei is also shining. It seems that this time Qianwei is a dead door. How can anyone go to the ninth floor?"

It's not surprising that someone intruded into the ninth floor in the four directions just now, because this time, the Kun, Kan, Zhen and Li positions are all students, and it's normal for someone to enter.

And Qianwei is the gate of death. It's incredible that someone has successfully reached the ninth floor.

"Who can walk from the gate of death to the ninth floor so rebellious?"

Some of the other three dead doors succeeded in entering the seventh floor. Unfortunately, they all failed. A day has passed. The eighth floor failed to light up. Only the dry seat and the ninth floor flashed.

"Against heaven, it's too against heaven. The gate of death enters the Ninth level. Once it successfully enters the tenth level, it will turn from death to life, and the gate of death will become the gate of life."

Another one praised him. He didn't know who had such a bad talent. He walked into the ninth floor from the gate of death.

"Joke, tens of thousands of years, and no one has successfully stepped into the tenth floor, even the door of life is very difficult, don't say the door of death, don't delusion, in my opinion, the ninth floor is the limit."

It is someone with the tone of attack that stepping into the ninth floor from the dead door is already the limit.

"That's not necessarily true. The recent turmoil in the fairyland has already affected our astral realm. It won't be long before the fairyland will open the Pura realm and select good seedlings to be brought to the fairyland for cultivation. When the rules change, it must be our astral realm that will be affected first. Can't you feel that the rules around us are changing?"

Another one, with a look of overflow on his face, seemed to know a lot, uttered a lot of nonsense and spewed out foam."That's right. There's news from our school. We passed through the fairyland valley last month. It seems that the fairyland situation is unstable and we need to absorb talents from other realms. There will be some action."

Another one agreed with the man just now. No one knows what the fairyland is like.

"I heard that it was 10000 years ago that the last time Borneo was opened. At that time, 30 people were selected by fairyland and eventually became fairyland disciples."

A young man in white, sitting quietly in the same place, suddenly interrupted the conversation between them.

"Yes, more than 10000 years have passed. This is our time. We must not miss it. We must strive for a qualification to enter the world of Borneo."

There were echoes all around.

"It's not so easy to get the qualification to enter the world of Bola. Over the years, there are only 1000 places, gathering all over the world. Once you know that the world of Bola is open, you will fight for the places without hesitation."

It's another person, with a striking tone.

Sure enough, the atmosphere around us was suddenly suppressed. The 1000 quota was like a heavy stone, which was suppressed on everyone's mind.

There are tens of billions of people in each star field. For four star fields, only one thousand people are selected. This number is no different from the difficulty of selecting one person from hundreds of millions.

"Don't be discouraged. Anyway, we don't know when it will open. We'd better find a way to improve our strength. The higher our strength is, the more opportunities we will have in the future."

Looking at everyone's depression, someone stood up at this time and told us not to aim too high. Anyway, there is still time. Genius is not immortal, and it will fall.

There are more and more flashes on the ninth floor. There are 50 or 60 flashes. Each flash represents a person. In addition to one flash on the dry seat, there are dozens of flashes in other positions.

Soon, there will be flash disappeared, it is estimated that the ninth floor failed, but left.

Just now, it was still shining, and soon disappeared one by one. Since the beginning of history, there have been a large number of people entering the ninth floor, but few of them can break through.

Only when they can really step into the octagonal building on the ninth floor can they really succeed. Now they are all in the stage of fighting.

The ninth floor, each position is almost the same, Ye Feng this is to kill the hundredth monster, countless monsters towards themselves, each head is the lowest level of six monsters.

There are also some seven level monsters in the middle. Ye Feng's various martial arts skills soar and kill one after another.

The ninth floor is no longer a dreamland, but a real one. The gateway to the ninth floor is tens of thousands of meters ahead. If Ye Feng wants to step into the ninth floor, he has to cross the distance of tens of thousands of meters.

It's a pity that there are countless demons and beasts in this ten thousand meter distance, as well as wind, rain, thunder, and various array AIDS. If one is careless, he will die.

Every step, are very difficult, Ye Feng body, there has been a wound, was a seven level monster scratch.

Tens of thousands of meters away, Ye Feng just walked dozens of steps, there are more monsters in front, and even nine level monsters occupy, Ye Feng showed a trace of despair.

"Is it going to end on the ninth floor?"

Looking at the dense monster, there are countless array, Ye Feng a wry smile, to this step, of course, do not want to give up, once give up, will never be able to go out.

"Boy, don't lose heart, you must have a way!"

Mubai's body is full of blood. It's the blood of a monster. It turns into a villain and falls on Ye Feng's palm.

"How?"

Ye Feng shakes his head. Even though he has the strength to go against the sky, he can go beyond the level to challenge, but it's impossible for him to break through so many monsters.

"Don't you have any other witches? See if you can use their power to help you open a channel. "

Mubai reminded at this time that with Ye Feng's own strength, he could not break through so many monsters. An eight level monster would be enough to kill Ye Feng, not to mention nine level monsters.

"It seems that's the only way!"

As a last resort, Ye Feng won't use the power of the God of witchcraft, because there is only one chance. Once he uses it, the God of witchcraft will disappear. Ye Feng intended to save it to help him improve his realm in the future. It seems impossible.

Gonggong Wushen, originally can help Ye Feng improve the realm, and finally help Ye Feng dissolve the power of the fire, lost an opportunity.

Zhurong, the God of fire, helps Ye Feng defuse Jin Rui's spirit, but he also misses the chance to improve his realm. Ye Feng doesn't want to use the remaining ancestral Witches of wood, earth and Jin.

But the crisis is here, if you don't use it, Ye Feng may have no chance in his life.

Only survive is the biggest capital. The realm can be improved slowly. Besides, Ye Feng has collected all the materials for refining elixir.

has the elixir of fairies and the essence of chaos tree as the needle of the sea god.

Hesitated for a moment, Ye Feng took out the group of sorcery from the golden sand. When he opened it, it turned out to be a bead, which sent out a thick force and was completely wrapped up by the sorcery.Open the eyes of the witches, Yuan Shen goes directly into the beads and sees a piece of heavy land. The geology here seems to be innumerable times stronger than that outside.

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