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Nian Ying also raised her head and looked at the strange-shaped weapon. Her eyes were filled with unspeakable piety, as if the clan members were solemn and solemn towards the totem of their faith. Furthermore, it was no longer as lazy as before, but had become more majestic, more than a hundred times more powerful. The current Nian Ying, was finally more like the legendary Divine Dragon.

At this moment, Ling Tianfeng's heart was extremely excited. He was truly unlucky to have fallen off the cliff and not only did he survive, he had even seen the legendary divine artifact. Ling Tianfeng didn't have any deep feelings towards divine artifacts. To him, the significance of this Divine Equipment wasn't because it wanted to dominate the world, it wasn't because it was invincible under the heavens. It was because it reduced the distance between Ling Tianfeng and him by an average amount.

The ends of the earth meant that they were illusory. It was impossible, but the south pole and the north pole were the exact distance between them. Although it was far, it was not out of reach. With the Dragon Roar Divine Sword in his hands, he had a basic clue about the Divine Tortoise Shield. It seemed like it was not too late to bring the beauty back.

It was said that there was some sort of mysterious connection between the five great divine tools. If he could obtain one, could he find another along the same line?

No one would be able to answer this question. In the past, no one had ever been able to use two divine tools at the same time. It is possible that those with divine tools did not find the connection.

Ling Tianfeng pondered. Now that the Divine Equipment was right in front of him, how could he take it down? Generally, when one encountered a masterwork weapon in a cave, its peerless martial power would be accompanied by a huge crisis. This was to tell people that good things were not easily obtainable by others. Those divine weapons were also strange, most of them appeared in the cave. And these treasures were basically all flashing to the extreme. Some experts felt that communicating with humans was meaningless. It would be better to have the entire spirit monkey join the group of animals. In the end, before the end of the cave, Miaomiao had set up a mechanism to hide the treasure and return the clues. He didn't know how to spread the news, but the entire martial arts world knew where the treasure was. After that, many people came in search of it, and many were killed by the mechanism. A dead expert is also very boring. You said that she would die just like that, yet you still want to harm so many people? I really don't know what to think. Of course, the purpose of these experts was to test the character of the person who came. Pass the test, you will be able to obtain it.

Ordinary spirit beasts wouldn't speak, but how could they? Because it was a divine beast.

When he thought of this, Ling Tianfeng's silver smile made Nian Ying's body couldn't help but shiver. He strongly felt that this old fellow was not a good person. The old fellow could be said to be relative, but compared to Nian Ying, who was just a few days old, Ling Tianfeng was definitely an old guy without a doubt.

"Dear daughter, can you please give father that sword? Dad is injured and can't climb up. " As Ling Tianfeng said this, his face was rich with expression. In short, it was something that would easily move others.

Nian Ying glanced at Ling Tianfeng, and without saying a word, she turned and walked off to the side to get some sleep.

Ling Tianfeng was helpless, he had to check the surroundings first. It could be said that this place was different from the other caves. It was luxurious, with marble steps, dazzling golden thrones, and flood dragons with all kinds of postures could be seen on the walls, borrowing the faint light to make out the lifelike images of the flood dragons. In a trance, Ling Tianfeng felt ten dragons howling and dancing in the cave, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, rumbling thunder, and hissing sounds.

He knew that this was only an illusion. He turned around and glanced at Nian Ying. Ling Tianfeng could not help but curse in his heart: Is this damn girl toying with me to death? It really was a waste of time.

He tried to find words written by experts that required him to kneel down and kowtow, or that required him to do something, but to no avail. Some of the words were found, but he could not understand them at all. The words were written at the bottom of the throne, and if the God Sword's light beam had not passed through the bend in the sword and reached the top of the sword, he would not have been able to see it at all.

Ling Tianfeng stared at the characters for a long time. He realized that it was not oracle bone script, nor was it a big seal, nor was it a small seal, nor was it calligraphy, nor was it cursive script, nor was it cursive script.

Ling Tianfeng is so worried that he can't move his feet, what the heck is this, why don't you stop writing, I don't even know what it is, isn't this bullying? Turning his head to look for help from Nian Ying, Nian Ying rolled her eyes and turned away.

These words were like little snakes intertwining together. Each one of them looked extremely ugly, but the entire text seemed to be filled with an indescribable elegance, as if these little snakes were about to collapse at any moment.

Ling Tianfeng looked for a long time, until he started to feel dizzy and his brain became long, but he could not find any clues. The sword was on the top. There was a total of 72 steps, one step at a time. It took a second, plus the time it took to pick up the sword, it took about three minutes to come down. Ling Tianfeng spent about an hour to think about how he should travel in these three minutes.

What if he flew up to retrieve it?

Ling Tianfeng immediately dispelled this thought. The steps and throne were extremely particular, the person sitting on it must have an extremely noble status, if he directly flew to his head to grab his sword, he would definitely die a miserable death. He didn't want to try it out on his own. He wasn't a cat, he had nine lives to squander, and he died on the first try. I simply can't allow a chance to obtain a super powerful divine sword to be in front of me, but I didn't cherish it …

Ling Tianfeng wandered around for a while, but in the end, he did not dare to step up. His earth footwork technique was quite impressive, but the kungfu who dodged in the air might not be that powerful. He was afraid that thousands of sharp swords would suddenly shoot out from all over the place, turning him into a pig. His death was even worse than Yang Qirong's.

"Father." Nian Ying suddenly called out to Ling Tianfeng.

"Uh, what's wrong? My good daughter, your conscience has been revealed. Are you going to help your dad get the treasured sword?" Ling Tianfeng turned around and said happily.

Nian Ying rolled her eyes and said: "Dragon Roar Divine Sword is a Divine Artifact and they would recognize each other as their master. If I take it, the Divine Sword will be mine. "Come over here."

Hearing that she actually knew so much, Ling Tianfeng immediately ran over and laughed: "Little Ying, what instructions do you have?"

"Look."

"I'm looking. What's there?"

"Why are you looking at me? I'll let you look at the stairs." Nian Ying said snappily.

"Oh." Ling Tianfeng turned around to look at the seventy-second step, and then he froze. A flood dragon was hidden on top of it with its tail on the last step. Its head was connected to the godly sword.

"Why didn't I see it earlier?" Ling Tianfeng asked Nian Ying.

You still won't be able to see it when you go back, only from this angle. What you need to do now is to remember the position of the dragon on the stairs, and you can only follow its path. If you take the wrong step, the Da Lou Golden Immortal won't be able to save you. Nian Ying said indifferently.

"It can't be that fierce, right?" Sigh, it seems like it will be difficult to obtain a peerless Divine Weapon. Why don't we give it up and get out of here, I don't want to implicate you. " Ling Tianfeng felt a chill down his spine. It was like pulling a steel wire at both ends of a cliff, then letting you walk over. After that, you would become a laborer and if you couldn't go over, only death awaited you if you fell off the cliff. It was harder to walk than a tightrope on a cliff, which could still be seen, but now, when he walked, he couldn't see anything at all. He could only rely on luck and memory.

"Do you really want to leave?" There is only one chance. If we go out, we will never find Dragon Roar Divine Sword again. " Nian Ying said seriously.

Ling Tianfeng looked at the Dragon Roar Divine Sword, it was the most advantageous bridge between him and Ouyang Feifei. It was his principle not to disappoint those he loved. It was a heinous crime to hurt the woman he loved. Ling Tianfeng did not want to do such a heinous crime.

He looked at it for a long time to make sure he memorized every exact location. Then, he took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I'll go.

She shook her head and said, "I, Little Ying, am very happy that father has the courage to do so. I believe that you will do your best.

Ling Tianfeng no longer said anything, and now another life was on his shoulders. His gaze was firm and confident. He had to make the right decision and not lose.

Step by step, he arrived in front of the stairs, his mind depicted the position of the Divine Dragon lying on the ground, and he started walking, first step, second step, third step … With every step, he expended a great deal of mental energy. The Sickle of the God of Death was placed on his neck. If there was the slightest mistake, the Sickle of the God of Death would slash down without mercy!

This path was very short, but it seemed to be even longer than the path of life.

Not only was his heart in the air, even Nian Ying stared at him unblinkingly with his huge dragon eyes. He also looked very nervous.

Finally, he reached the final step and nothing happened. Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, he involuntarily knelt down towards the throne and the godly sword, then kowtowed three times. He continued to mutter under his breath: "Senior, master, the Divine Dragon is very big, today Ling Tianfeng is destined to be here, if I am able to obtain the Dragon Roar Divine Sword, one is for the living and two are for beauties, I will live up to your expectations, the Dragon Roar Divine Sword will be unrivalled, and become a divine object under the heavens. "I'll grant you that wish."

Ling Tianfeng stood up, and just as he was about to take the divine sword, the Dragon Roar Divine Sword suddenly flashed with a gold light, and released a loud cry. The dragon's roar resounded in Ling Tianfeng's mind, and all of the energy in his body was pulled around his veins three times, causing the divine sword to automatically move away from the throne, and into his hands.

Ling Tianfeng held the Dragon Roar Divine Sword in his hand, and suddenly turned around. The current him was high above, like a god, imposing and powerful, causing people to uncontrollably kowtow to him.

Nian Ying could not hide her excitement as she jumped and flew towards Ling Tianfeng. Ling Tianfeng was shocked, she did not know what Nian Ying wanted to do. Who would have thought that Nian Ying's body would actually enter the divine sword.

Ling Tianfeng's body trembled as he felt a strange energy enter into his body. Then, Nian Ying's voice sounded in her ears: "Father, the Dragon Roar Divine Sword has the Spirit Cloud Ghost and the Mi Qingqi, they have already entered your body, from now on, you are the master of the Dragon Roar Divine Sword, and I will also use the Spirit Cloud Ghost with the Divine Dragon. In the future, I will fight alongside you."

Ling Tianfeng suddenly felt like he was in a dream. He looked at the four walls again, and the initially dark walls became bright, and the movements of the Flood Dragons could be seen clearly.

"Father, the sword moves of the Dragon's Roar Sword Technique are on the wall, and the words written below them are the sword technique, Mental Exercise. You only have two days, you have to practice well. " Nian Ying's voice sounded again.

"But I don't know how to read." Ling Tianfeng said with a frown.

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to know the characters, you just need to feel it." Nian Ying's answer.

"You don't need to recognize what the word is, it just feels like it. How does the word feel like?" Ling Tianfeng was very gloomy.

"I don't know, it depends on your good fortune. I've done what I know and what I can do. What's left is up to you. " After Nian Ying finished speaking, she no longer spoke.

In the next two days, Ling Tianfeng started to train his Dragon's Roar Sword Technique crazily. The Dragon Roar Divine Sword's power was shocking. However, Ling Tianfeng did not realize it. He familiarized himself with his sword moves and practiced them again and again.

The Dragon's Roar Sword Technique had a total of twenty-four moves, and Ling Tianfeng had become extremely proficient in these twenty-four moves, becoming extremely coherent. However, he only connected the moves one by one, and it was not possible for him to combine the first and third moves like that. He didn't know how tired he was as he continued to practice. In a trance, his Follower's 24 Flood Dragons seemed to be fighting with 24 Flood Dragons. His swordsmanship gradually matured under the training of the Flood Dragon.

His physical strength quickly faded during the process of practicing the sword, but he gritted his teeth and continued. After he passed the limit, he continued to cultivate, and the Dragon Mi Qing in his body took effect, strengthening Ling Tianfeng's muscles and veins, causing his internal energy to greatly increase.

Of course, he couldn't just keep practicing sword moves. Only by combining sword moves with a spell would he be able to unleash the greatest power.

He had been staring at the little snake sword technique for the past two days. He felt dizzy and dizzy. In his eyes, the small snakes were dancing in a frenzy.

Fifteen days, Wulin Congress.

The battle outside was in full swing, and was in a complete mess. However, Ling Tianfeng did not hear a thing, as he was immersed in his own cultivation. The mountain rocks were reduced to smithereens under the waving of the Dragon Roar Divine Sword and Ling Tianfeng's own clothes were also tattered and dirty. It was the same on his face, he did not care at all.

So cultivating martial arts was actually very fun, Ling Tianfeng finally understood the feeling of those martial arts addicts.

But no matter what, two days was too short. Even if he was a genius, even if he was using a peerless divine weapon, it would still be impossible for him to become a peerless expert.

True experts didn't succeed overnight. It was all due to their talent, luck, and sweat.

Ling Tianfeng felt the pressure of the True Demonic Qi outside, his eyes shined when he looked at the sword arts, causing the stars in the sky to lose their luster.

A word suddenly flashed through his mind, "Howl." Those little snakes danced and formed the Chinese characters that Ling Tianfeng recognized: "Qi soars to the heavens while anger flows to the bottom of the page. The air in my mind is full of energy, I had no choice but to send it, to hiss the world, and to rule the world …"

Ling Tianfeng memorized the sword art and turned to ask Nian Ying: "What do you think you know?"

Nian Ying laughed and said: "I know how to scream."

Ling Tianfeng laughed happily: "Let me hear you out."

"Mouth!"

This shout, was the earth-shattering, earth-shattering noise that Xue Qingying and the entire True Devil heard while they were in Wulin Congress.

After Ling Tianfeng finished, he looked at the shocked Xue Qingying and Long Xujing and said: This is the entire process.

"Yes." Xue Qingying replied.