C161 Mental Demons
C161 Mental Demons
This definitely wouldn't be the second time these disciples had come here, because he was well aware of the strength and situation of these disciples. As Ling Nan's only son, not only did he have the privilege to come here to cultivate, he was also well-informed.
Since he wasn't the disciple leading the group, he was a new disciple. Among the new disciples, there was only one person who had such strength.
Could it really be him?
When he thought about the Absolute Emptiness Secret Realm, Ling Gaofeng felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.
Perhaps other people would think that Yun Fan was a Sixth Level of Congenital Stage, and it would be considered pretty good if he could enter the third floor. However, Ling Gaofeng knew that this Sixth Level of Congenital Stage was too deceitful.
Let alone a Congenital Stage, even if he was an Essence Accumulation Stage disciple, he was afraid that other than the disciples from the various sects who were leading the group, he would still be able to enter the third floor. No one else would be a match for Yun Fan. Furthermore, he had a feeling that even the disciples from the various sects might not be able to defeat Yun Fan.
It was better to wait and see. If it really was him, then in six hours, one of the three names on the light screen would be squeezed out.
The record of Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda did not change from the beginning. Instead, it would wait until the person who made it to the top was cultivating at a certain level for six hours. Only by cultivating for six hours did it mean that the disciple who made it to the next level had cultivated before.
As Ling Gaofeng was thinking about this, he heard a burst of exclamations from the surroundings.
"F * ck, what's going on? Why did the name on the record board change? Could it be that someone has broken the record? "
"Who is Yun Fan? Why is he behind Ling Batian? He pushed Hua Shiyun down. Isn't he even more monstrous than Hua Shiyun? "
" He's in second place. He's going to enter the seventh floor. It seemed like there was only one person on the seventh floor just now. He had just entered the eighth floor. Could it be that he wants to push Ling Batian down as well? "
All the disciples took a deep breath and looked at the blinking lights on the eighth floor. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
Initially, they thought that Ling Guanghong was on the eighth floor, but they didn't expect that a new disciple would rush into the ranking list.
What the heck? Why did he have to break through to the top? There was no need to be so shocking, right?
What was he trying to do? Don't tell me that not only does he want to set the record for breaking into the ranking, he also wants to set the record for the highest cultivation record in the Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda?
"I heard that only Ling Batian has entered the eighth floor of Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, and he hasn't even entered it from the very beginning. Ling Batian had been cultivating in the eighth level for ten days, and this Yun Fan had already entered it. Doesn't this mean that he is going to surpass Ling Batian?"
"This is too terrifying. This is the first time he's here, and he's even breaking through to the top. If I cultivate in the eighth level for a month, I'll be able to surpass everyone in the past."
All of a sudden, all of the disciples seemed to have forgotten about cultivating. They whispered to each other, their gazes occasionally looking at the light spots on the eighth level.
They knew that it wouldn't be long before Ling Batian's name dropped to the second rank. After all, before this, there was only one light spot on the seventh floor.
Everyone looked at the light screen in horror, but Yun Fan exclaimed in satisfaction.
On the eighth floor, the spiritual energy was like the waves of the ocean. Not only was it within reach, but it was also crazy, causing the spiritual energy to violently surge.
If it was anyone else, they would have been seriously injured before they could even circulate their cultivation technique. But to Yun Fan, this crazy and violent spiritual energy was a great tonic!
In the past, it was already very abnormal for the Eternal Fairy Dragon Transformation to be able to devour Demon Core. But now, he realized that compared to devouring Demon Core, the current Eternal Fairy Dragon Transformation was even more abnormal.
The Fairy Dragon Qi was circulating rapidly in his meridians. Yun Fan could even feel his meridians being burned by the Fairy Dragon Qi at a high speed.
Under such a scorching and rapid impact, his meridians not only became wider, but also tougher.
Feeling the rapid increase of the Fairy Dragon Qi, Yun Fan was overjoyed. At this rate, not to mention the eighth level of the Divine Bone Transformation, even the ninth level of the Divine Bone Transformation might be possible.
The Eternal Fairy Dragon Transformation kept circulating, and some images slowly appeared in Yun Fan's mind. These images made him even more excited, and his face was filled with a bright smile.
This kind of improvement seemed endless. He could see that his strength had directly surpassed the Divine Blood Transformation, and had directly reached the Divine Skin Transformation. Finally, he broke through to the Divine Skin Transformation and reached the Dragon Transformation Realm, which was comparable to the strength of a Virtualized realm expert.
At this moment, a huge and resplendent golden building appeared in front of him. It was emitting an incomparable pressure, and three words were hung on the palace that made people worship it: Devine Sword Palace.
"Who are you? How dare you barge into the Devine Sword Palace? You're courting death!"
A disciple who had just arrived in front of Yun Fan, a sword light lit up. The disciple who had been arrogant a moment ago was cut in half, and fell to the ground.
"Hmph, Devine Sword Palace, I'm the one who killed the people of Devine Sword Palace. All of you, come out now. It's time for you to pay me back for killing my parents."
With a furious roar, countless disciples rushed out from the Devine Sword Palace. Some of these disciples were wearing grey clothes, while others were wearing black clothes. Each of them held a Longsword in their hands and crazily thrust it at Yun Fan.
Yun Fan waved his Longsword, and numerous figures fell to the ground one after another. None of these disciples who rushed out could withstand a single sword strike.
Blood splashed everywhere, and gathered on the ground, forming a blood river.
Corpses were scattered all over the place. The stench of blood slowly rose, turning into blood clouds that continuously rained down.
It was like a purgatory, covering the golden palace. Yun Fan held the Longsword in his hand like a god of slaughter. With every step he took, countless people fell to the ground.
"Haha! When you were chasing after my parents, did you ever think of this day? Today, I will make you pay with your blood!"
Yun Fan roared furiously, and boundless killing intent filled the air. With a sword in hand, no one could match it.
"Kid, don't be so arrogant. Since you've delivered yourself to my door, then go to hell!"
Countless silver-robed disciples rushed forward and surrounded Yun Fan. Numerous Longsword that were flickering with cold sword light slashed fiercely at him.
However, these elite disciples were still unable to stop Yun Fan's footsteps. He laughed loudly, killing and venting his anger with all his might.
On the eighth floor of Heaven Martial Divine Pagoda, Qing Feng suddenly appeared in front of Yun Fan, who was sitting cross-legged. He looked at the crazy smile on Yun Fan's face and frowned.
"Heart demon? It seems like his obsession is very strong! I wonder what his mental demons are, to actually trap him so deeply.
I hope you can stay true to your heart. Otherwise, no matter how many thoughts you have, in the end, you can only turn into a bubble. Unfortunately, no one can help you with your inner demon. You can only depend on yourself whether you live or die."
Qing Feng sighed slightly and suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, Yun Fan was busy killing and taking revenge. This was his motivation and goal.
Now that he had such strength, he would never be lenient to him. Looking at the silver robed disciples falling one after another, he laughed with a ferocious expression.
"Elite disciples, in my eyes, they are nothing. Don't we have legacy disciples? Come out, watch your father finish all of you. Hmph, after eliminating these personal disciples, I will settle this matter with your Devine Sword Palace."