The legendary Taichu Ziyan? Or Chaos Divine Fire?
Elder Chiyang did not dare to think anymore. He only felt that his heart was beating crazily. The eyes he looked at Ye Feng were no longer looking at a disciple, but at a walking god!
At this time, on the fifth floor of the Sky Tower, the Earth Pass.
Ling Jianchen was dragging his seriously injured body and struggling with a giant Titan made of earth rocks.
His immortal energy was exhausted and his essence and blood were exhausted. At this moment, he was only supported by an unyielding will.
His sword no longer had the sharpness it had before, and every attack seemed so weak.
"Bang!"
He was punched by the Titan, and his whole body was like a kite with broken strings. He flew backwards, hit the rock wall hard, and spurted out a mouthful of blood again.
He struggled to stand up, but found that his body was no longer in control.
"Is it... going to end here?" There was strong unwillingness in his eyes.
At this moment, a leisurely figure walked out of the light door on the fourth floor.
Ye Feng took a look at the scene and whistled.
"Hey, so miserable?"
He ignored the roaring Titan charging towards him, walked straight to Ling Jianchen, and looked at him condescendingly.
"Hey, do you still want to fight? If you don't fight, it's still too late to admit defeat."
"You... don't even think about it!" Ling Jianchen squeezed out a few words through his teeth, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
"Okay." Ye Feng shrugged.
He turned around and faced the Titan who had rushed forward, not even bothering to use his fists.
He just raised his right foot, and then, like kicking a stone on the roadside, he lightly kicked the Titan's ankle.
"Crack..."
A clear sound of bone cracking sounded.
The huge body of the hundred-foot-tall, indestructible Titan trembled suddenly, and then, under Ling Jianchen’s horrified gaze, it shattered inch by inch, starting from the ankles, and collapsed suddenly, turning into rubble.
Ye Feng retracted his feet, patted the dust on his trouser legs, then turned around and showed a bright smile to Ling Jianchen who was lying on the ground.
"Look, it's very simple."
"Pfft!"
Ling Jianchen could no longer suppress the injury and the depression in his heart. He spurted out blood, tilted his head, and passed out.
At this moment, his Taoist heart was completely shattered by Ye Feng's casual kick.
The moment Ling Jianchen passed out, a soft light enveloped him and teleported him out of the tower.
The trial failed.
In the square, looking at the figure lying alone in the corner in the water mirror, Elder Duanshui's face turned pale.
Lost.
He was completely defeated and his body was completely damaged.
His most promising disciple, the swordsman prodigy who had high hopes, was eliminated from the competition in such a humiliating way without even being able to bring out Ye Feng's true strength.
What made him even more heartbroken was that Ling Jianchen’s sword heart was broken.
For a sword cultivator, a broken sword heart is more terrifying than death. This meant that his path to swordsmanship was over.
"Alas..." Elder Xuanchen sighed, and glanced at Ye Feng in the water mirror with complex eyes, who was still kicking the gravel aside in disgust, "This boy is too sharp, and it is easy to break when he is too strong."
I don't know whether he was talking about Ling Jianchen or Ye Feng.
Elder Chiyang couldn't laugh at this time. He looked at Elder Duanshui's lost look, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him: "Old Duanshui, don't be too sad. It's not that you are a disciple, it's that we... have all misjudged him. That kid is not a monster that our level can understand."
Elder Duanshui didn’t speak, he just stared at Shui Jing.
In the Sky Tower.
Ye Feng solved the Titan giant and watched the unconscious Ling Jianchen being teleported away, curling his lips in boredom.
"The psychological quality is so poor? Where are you?"
He shook his head and walked directly to the light door on the sixth floor without even looking at the gatekeeper at the fifth level.
For him, this so-called trial has been just a single-player game from the beginning.
The sixth floor of the Sky Tower, the Pass of the Wind.
This is a world filled with violent winds. Countless sharp blades condensed by the wind rage in the space, cutting everything.
These wind blades are invisible and formless, and their speed is extremely fast, enough to easily tear apart the immortal monk's protective immortal essence.
As soon as Ye Feng stepped into it, overwhelming wind blades swept in from all directions.
However, these wind blades, which were enough to make any disciple's scalp numb, stopped strangely when they came within three feet of his body, and then melted and disintegrated as if they had encountered a nemesis.
The divine and demonic prison-suppressing body is complete and invincible to all means.
A mere Feng Ren was not even qualified to tickle him.
Ye Feng didn't even bother to pay attention to the gatekeeper hidden in the center of the storm - a storm spirit. He just put his hands behind his back and strolled among the wind blades in the sky, as if he was walking in his own back garden.
As he walked, he complained: "The wind was too strong, and my hair was messed up."
Everyone in front of the water mirror was completely numb.
What else can they say?
They can no longer find any words to describe their mood at the moment.
Shocked? Shocked?
No, these are not enough to describe it.
They are just witnessing the birth of a myth.
One step to clear the level.
The seventh floor of the Sky Tower, the Pass of Thunder.
Dark clouds are gathering and thunder snakes are dancing wildly.
This is a sea of thunder. Thick purple thunder, like the whip of the gods, falls from the sky with the will to destroy everything.
Thunder is the embodiment of heaven’s punishment, the most destructive and judgmental.
This level is the most difficult of all levels. In the records of the Taixuan Immortal Sect over the past ten thousand years, there are only a handful of disciples who can pass this level.
"Boom!"
A barrel-thick purple divine thunder locked onto Ye Feng and struck down on his head.
"Thunder spell? It just so happens that my God-Devil Suppressing Prison Body also needs to be tempered."
Ye Feng was not surprised but overjoyed. Instead of dodging, he raised his head, opened his arms, and actively faced the divine thunder.
"Zi La!"
The purple thunder swallowed him whole.
The violent thunder and lightning power poured into his body crazily, trying to destroy his meridians and annihilate his vitality.
However, the moment these thunder and lightning powers entered his body, they were forcibly suppressed, decomposed, and absorbed by his physical body, which was as powerful as an ancient demon god, and the power of stars flowing through his limbs.
Not only did there not appear any scars on the surface of his body, but there was a faint glow of light. His muscles and bones became more solid and stronger under the tempering of thunder.
He stood in the sea of thunder, bathing in the thunder, and even showed a happy expression on his face.
"Yes, that's right. This strength is much more comfortable than the masseur's massage."
In the outside world, Elder Xuanchen and others were completely speechless.
They were as stiff as if they had been struck by lightning.
Cultivation by bathing in thunder?
This...is this still a human being?
Even the legendary Thunder Spirit body would not dare to play like this!
"His physical body...has transcended the category of 'Dharma' and reached the realm of 'Tao'..." Elder Xuanchen said in a dry voice.
He finally understood that Ye Feng’s power could no longer be judged by common sense.
This is essentially a crushing!