Chapter 520

Xiao Jian sat quietly on the fire crystal lotus king. Within tens of feet of his body, the smell of wood could not be approached, and his breath seemed to become particularly weak without any movement.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three hours have passed.

In these three hours, there was no change in the purple blood scab wrapped around Xiao Jian's body, and his body was also motionless. It looked as if he had lost all his vitality.

Hiss!

In the sea of fire, there seemed to be a piece of blood scab falling off quietly, and then it was like a chain reaction. The pieces of purple blood scab fell off quickly, and then turned into powder and dispersed.

After the blood scab fell off, it exposed the slender and straight body inside. Xiao gradually opened his eyes. In his black eyes, there was a terrible blood light, which was fierce and abnormal, and people didn't dare to look directly.

He stood up slowly, his black hair fluttering, and then he bowed his head and saw the mark like a living demon God. The lifelike mark was like the arrival of a real demon God, emitting an extremely terrible power fluctuation, as if it could lift the sky and break the ground.

Blood demon tattoo, finally complete!

Xiao Jian looked at the mark of the demon God, and his palms were also slowly clenched. The surging force in his body was surging like a flood. It was an unprecedented strong feeling. Now he has absolute confidence. Relying on his body, he dared to break through the seventh ladder.

That kind of power, as if everything was in his hands, made him feel like killing God three thousand years ago.

Drink!

The radian of the corner of Xiao Jian's mouth lifted, and soon he couldn't help but hit the strange giant tree in front of him, which was completely condensed with the dark air of wood. With strong power, the giant tree collapsed from bottom to top, and finally turned into the dark air of wood.

He accepted the already gloomy fire crystal lotus king. At this time, countless vines around him like Qiulong crazily wound around him, and the dark Qi of wood surged and pulled hard at his body.

In the face of such an attack, Xiao Jian just smiled faintly and let the python like vines beat on his body.

Such a violent attack made a strong sound of gold and iron on Xiao Jian's body surface. However, when these attacks slowed down, they still could not cause even a minute of damage to his body, not even a trace of white marks.

"Too weak, this power is too weak."

Xiao Jian murmured. A cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes. His body jumped and his fist was blasted out.

The powerful power directly caused the air in front of him to explode, and even the surrounding space seemed to fluctuate. If the pressure around him was like a mountain, the power contained in his fist was like a towering mountain, which was frightening and unpredictable.

With one blow, huge vines cracked inch by inch. The domineering fist power directly blew the sixth ladder out of a long way, and all the trees and vines were cleaned.

Xiao Jian retracted his arms, straightened his chest and stepped out step by step along the road, leaving a back on the sixth step.

With only half an hour's effort, Xiao Jian stepped on the seventh floor of the ladder. At the moment, the gravity suddenly doubled again. If that force was placed outside, it would be enough to break the mountains and rivers and reverse the current of the river.

It seemed that Xiao Jian was also hindered by some obstacles, and the blood glow was flashing wildly. However, at the moment, his blood devil pattern body had been cultivated to perfection. With the movement of the blood devil shadow on his chest, the blood glow rippled around Xiao Jian's whole body and looked quite strange.

The terrible power was also blocked by the blood color, which could no longer affect Xiao Jian, and he took one step, and his whole body fell onto the seventh step.

The seventh step, after Xiao gradually stepped up, seemed to have little movement except for the huge pressure.

However, Xiao Chien knew that the more ordinary things looked, the more complicated they were. This seventh layer, as the last layer, must have its horror, but he didn't find it at present.

Moreover, this degree of terror should be stronger than the first six floors. This is the final area of the first level, which will never let him spend it so easily.

Sure enough, a moment later, the steps suddenly changed.

Xiao Chien's eyes narrowed. He could clearly see that the steps began to show a black color from the front. As soon as the black came out, it spread rapidly towards this side. Moreover, over the black steps, there was a darkness, which was full of a strong smell of silence, as if it were an endless hell.

Darkness quickly shrouded over, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the whole space. The seventh ladder had become dark. Under the darkness, everything seemed to hide, including Xiao Jian's body like the God of war.

When the silent black surged over, Xiao Jian already felt something wrong. Just reacting, he was swallowed up by the thick darkness, which exuded a thick breath of silence and palpitation.

Xiao Jian could clearly feel that a cold feeling suddenly came from his body. It was incredible that this cold feeling appeared on his strong body, but it seemed that it was not really cold. What it affected was not the body, but the soul.

Darkness swallowed up. Strangely, although Xiao Jian opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything. There was no light in the extreme darkness. Even his powerful spiritual induction seemed to fail.

The six senses of the body were directly closed by this strong darkness, and with the passage of time, the cold from the soul continued to deepen and hit the vulnerability of the human heart.

The extreme darkness seemed as if everything had disappeared and was silent. Xiao Jian could not feel any breath of life, even himself. Everything seemed to be shrouded in the thick darkness, the terrible darkness that makes people degenerate and sink.

Compared with the direct attack of other stairs, the seventh ladder seemed a lot strange. His body was not attacked at all. Only the doubled oppression and the chill that seemed to freeze his soul plunged into darkness.

In the face of this strange phenomenon, Xiao Jian was not a bit flustered, because he knew that the real killing move of this darkness was not the gradually aggravating chill that penetrated his mind, but the darkness itself.