"A stick of incense has passed, but it hasn't come out yet? This brother is not simple."

Qin Feng was outside, and he thought Ningjiang would come out of the bridge soon, but a stick of incense passed without any movement.

When he first broke through this single-plank bridge, he retreated in less than half a stick of incense.

On this single-plank bridge, there are imperial techniques imprinted with one sect. After passing one sect, you will soon face the next sect. It is difficult to get through more than a dozen sects of imperial techniques in a row.

Qin Feng failed to get through after 50,000 years of hard work, which shows that.

"Two incense sticks!"

Qin Feng's eyes were surprised. Two incense sticks could already be comparable to him.

Swish.

At this moment, a soul flew out.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ning Jiang was still alive, so he was afraid that Ning Jiang would die inside, and he was left.

"This is indeed a difficult situation and it is difficult to survive."

Ning Jiang let out a breath. His soul's power was limited. If he wanted to pass through more than a dozen imperial techniques, the soul's power alone would be consumed.

"Brother, I didn't expect that your soul is so powerful, and you can hold on to two sticks of incense with the power of the soul. It seems that you are the kind of person who specializes in the soul and abandons martial arts?"

Qin Feng said curiously.

In his opinion, Ning Jiang's primordial spirit was a bit outrageous. Such a powerful primordial spirit would definitely not be easy to cultivate. It was probably like the Emperor Annihilation of the God of Heaven back then, who gave up martial arts and focused on attacking the primordial spirit.

Who knew that Ning Jiang shook his head: "I'm mainly engaged in martial arts."

"What? Are you mainly engaged in martial arts?"

Qin Feng was shocked.

He felt that Ning Jiang's soul was already terrifying enough, but it was not the direction of Ning Jiang's main practice. So how powerful is Ning Jiang's martial arts?

He didn't think Ning Jiang was lying. There was no need for people who could cultivate their souls to this level.

"You can stick to two incense sticks for the first time you pass the level, which is much better than me. I think with your progress, maybe it takes decades to really get through here."

Over the past few decades, Qin Feng has been very proud of Ningjiang. It should be noted that he has tried for 50,000 years.

"Does decades? I don't have such time."

Ning Jiang shook his head.

Not to mention that he could not accept it even for a few months.

The law of sealing the sky will completely disappear in less than a year. For him, time is precious and he needs to race against time.

"Brother, have you felt slow for decades? Do you want to be so greedy?" Qin Feng said, "Besides, even if you are anxious, it is useless. If you can't get through, you can't get through. Two incense sticks, in my opinion, I have only walked less than half of this bridge. The remaining half will be even more severe."

Strength is not something that can be achieved in a slump, but requires a little accumulation. If Ningjiang wants to pass through this, he can only slowly accumulate strength.

It takes time to accumulate strength.

"Next, I plan to try again with all my strength!" Ning Jiang said solemnly.

"Full strength?" Qin Feng looked at Ning Jiang in disbelief, "You mean, the two incense sticks just now weren't your full strength? But I think you seem to be exhausted now, right?"

Compared to before entering, Ning Jiang's soul was obviously much weaker. What is certain is that this definitely consumed a lot of soul power on the single-plank bridge.

He felt that Ning Jiang had tried his best and could not have left any spare energy.

"You'll know after a while."

Ning Jiang sat cross-legged, used the Annihilation Art, and began to restore the power of the soul.

"What's the point of selling this guy?" Qin Feng didn't know Ning Jiang's background and felt that the so-called full-strength was not very credible.

In this way, after an hour, Qin Feng was so bored that he couldn't hold back his words. Suddenly, he heard a sound of breaking wind coming.

I saw a small tower flying quickly.

"The magic weapon of the soul? It turns out that the full strength you are talking about is this." Qin Feng suddenly realized.

If there is a magic weapon in the soul, the power of the soul is indeed stronger, but no matter how strong it is, there is a limit. If the power of the soul can only last for two sticks of incense, plus this magic weapon in the soul, it will be at most two and a half sticks of incense.

It is still impossible to break through a single-plank bridge.

"I've gone."

Ning Jiang said, then entered the magic weapon of the soul and entered the single-plank bridge again.

Once he arrived on the single-plank bridge, Qin Feng lost Ning Jiang's figure. This single-plank bridge seems to be a magical power, but in fact it forms its own space, and spaces are connected one by one, which can be said to be a world of one step.

Soon, two incense sticks passed.

"According to my speculation, it should be about two and a half sticks of incense." Qin Feng thought to himself.

But Ning Jiang still didn't come out until the third incense stick. At this moment, Qin Feng was a little panicked: "He won't die, right?"

In his opinion, no matter how strong Ning Jiang’s soul magic weapon is, he shouldn’t have persisted for so long.

"No, no, he doesn't look like a reckless person."

Qin Feng was walking around in a hurry, feeling upset.

Ning Jiang is really going to die, and he has to become a lonely man again. He doesn't want to continue to bear such loneliness.

"Four incense sticks are here."

Qin Feng's face became extremely ugly, and some of the hopes he had just held were completely gone.

"Imperial Palace, damn Imperial Palace!"

Qin Feng roared angrily and spilled his anger on the imperial palace.

He felt that this was the imperial palace playing with him. He finally came alone, but in less than a day, he died again.

This feeling is like climbing in the abyss, climbing for a full 50,000 years, and finally climbing out of the abyss. When I finally saw a trace of light, I was immediately kicked down.

For a moment, his emotions collapsed a little and he almost cried.

"Damn the imperial palace, since you want to force me to death, I will die to show you. I will not live today!"

Just as Qin Feng was swearing and cursing, trying to seek death, two light coughs suddenly sounded behind him.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm not dead yet."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes were forced to hold back. He turned around suddenly. When he saw Ning Jiang, he couldn't help but be stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"How could you... not die?"

Ningjiang's magic weapon is that powerful?

Qin Feng didn't know that the Tower of the Gods he saw was just something on the surface. There were two souls hidden in the Tower of the Gods, two souls, and the power of the Tower of the Gods, which made Ning Jiang persist for so long.

"This is my secret." Ning Jiang smiled and said inexplicably.

The three souls can be known if they can be known.

"It's good to be alive, brother, you're good to be alive." Qin Feng's voice was excited, and he felt that he had climbed up from the abyss again.

Ning Jiang did not laugh at him. No one who has been lonely for 50,000 years will not feel good. Qin Feng has not been crazy for 50,000 years and can be called firm will.

"By the way, brother, you persisted for four incense sticks, where did you break into it?" Qin Feng asked curiously.
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