Seven hundred and ninety seventh chapter thirty-two heavy
Chapter 797: Thirty-two Levels
"Ah! How is this possible?" "Wang Teng is just a fairy-level seed genius, but he has reached so many levels." "Isn't that similar to the Juetian Holy Son of Qiluomen, who is still here?
Didn't come out." "I understand, that Holy Son White must have been killed by Wang Teng. Only people like him have such courage, and Holy Son White has offended him, so it's hard not to die."
"Now there is a good show. I don't know how the Holy Son Juetian will deal with Wang Teng. Outside, Wang Teng is definitely not the opponent of the Holy Son Juetian. The gap in cultivation is too big, but in the Tianwu Temple, he said
It’s uncertain.”
After knowing the truth, the faces of the practitioners became extremely excited.
In the 31st level of the Tianwu Temple, Holy Son Juetian was advancing with difficulty, but there was a look of pride on his brows. He was able to reach the 31st level, and it was possible to enter the 32nd level. Absolutely
This is a great achievement, surpassing many immortal-level seed geniuses.
"Hehe! Those guys didn't obey me before, but now let's see if they are still convinced. I, Juetian, am the strongest." Juetian Holy Son looked proud. Although there seemed to be two or three figures in front of him, he was already there.
Don't care anymore.
At this time, he had no idea that Holy Son White had been killed, and he had no idea that Wang Teng's potential would be so great.
"Huh? There are actually people who came from behind and entered the thirty-first level." However, the Juetian Holy Son's brows suddenly frowned slightly, because he sensed that other cultivators had entered this level palace, which made him proud.
My mood has calmed down a lot.
Jue Tian knew some of the ins and outs of those immortal-level seed geniuses walking in front of him. They were all perverted monsters. Even he did not dare to provoke them casually. There was nothing wrong with them being able to walk in front of him.
But the cultivator behind him was in the Nascent Soul realm and was not familiar to him at all.
"Who is he?" Unable to hold back his curiosity, when he was about to reach the thirty-second door, Jue Tian Shengzi felt that he could not move forward, so he couldn't help but look back to see the person.
It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He was startled when he saw it, and his whole body trembled suddenly. The person who appeared in front of him was none other than Wang Teng, who he had ignored. This was no different from a dream.
Originally, Holy Son Jue Tian also knew that Wang Teng had a lot of talent, and that he might even be an immortal-level seed genius, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and even wanted to kill him in the Tianwu Temple, where talent was the most respected.
Other methods are of little use. If there is too much difference in talent, it will be very easy to be killed.
But he failed to meet Wang Teng, thinking that he was afraid that he had escaped, but he did not expect that Wang Teng came from behind and reached the 31st level in one go. If all this is true, then Holy Son White and others will definitely
There's trouble.
An ominous premonition suddenly surged into the heart of the Holy Son Juetian.
"Wang Teng, who are you? Where is my brother?" Holy Son Juetian asked almost instinctively. He doted on his younger brother very much. This reminded Wang Teng of Gu Luo's love for his younger brother Gu.
Yuan is the same.
"He wants to kill me, so it goes without saying that you should be aware that if a calamity-level seed genius offends an immortal-level seed genius, you and I know what will happen." Wang Teng smiled faintly, as if he had done something.
A trivial thing.
This is also true. If Wang Teng was just a tribulation-level seed genius, Jue Tian Holy Son would kill him today like a dog, without any room for negotiation. Unfortunately, things have gone beyond his imagination. Not only did Wang Teng not
He died, but his brother was killed instead.
"Wang Teng, I'm not done with you." Holy Son Juetian was furious all of a sudden, not only because Holy Son White was killed, but also because his dignity was hit. The power in his body burst out instantly and turned into a head.
Black as jade, the phoenix pounced towards Wang Teng.
"Juetian Divine Phoenix." Juetian Holy Son shouted. The power of this phoenix is extraordinary. It is the strongest divine power that Wang Teng has encountered so far. Juetian Holy Son is an immortal-level seed genius. How powerful is he?
It's no small matter.
"Seven elements unite." Without any hesitation, Wang Teng mobilized all his strength in an instant, turning the power of the seven elements into a roulette and heading towards the black phoenix.
There were not many power fluctuations. All the power in the Tianwu Temple was suppressed and could not be dissipated to the surroundings. However, the result of the collision came out quickly. The Juetian Holy Son suddenly retreated dozens of steps, and Wang Teng
But he remained motionless.
The outcome was clear at this moment.
"What?" Jue Tian's face became more and more ugly, and the muscles in his eyes became tense. In this collision, Wang Teng actually had the upper hand, and his potential was still higher than his.
"Hey! It seems like you can't walk anymore, but I still feel quite relaxed." A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Wang Teng's mouth, and his potential was beyond his expectation.
The original injuries have not fully recovered, and the combat power is less than 90% of its peak. He was not very sure that he could reach the 33rd level, but now he doesn't think so. Although he feels that he can reach the 31st level.
There was some pressure, but he still couldn't stop him.
"It seems that this Tianwu Temple is nothing more than this!" Wang Teng had completely believed in his potential at this time, and was even more powerful than the Tianwu Saint King back then.
"Wang Teng, this matter is not that easy." Holy Son Jue Tian regained his composure at this moment, knowing very well that his potential is not as good as Wang Teng, and he will definitely suffer a big loss if he fights in the Tianwu Temple.
Anyway, Wang Teng has not really grown up yet, and his true cultivation is far less powerful than his own. He will find a chance to retaliate when the time comes, but this chance is relatively slim. Every fairy-level seed genius is valued by the forces behind him, unless they reach Dudu.
After the calamity, the sect no longer had much ability to protect them.
When the time comes, life or death is entirely up to them.
"I'll give you a ride!" Seeing the Holy Son of Jue Tian walking towards the 32nd level with difficulty, Wang Teng laughed and punched him in the back. The Holy Son of Jue Tian looked ugly, although he took action
He resisted, but the whole person still flew out and just fell into the thirty-second palace.
Although Wang Teng can no longer reconcile with the Holy Son of Jue Tian, he is still not very sure of killing him here because his injuries have not recovered yet. If he were in peak condition, Wang Teng would definitely have the chance to kill him here.
Got it.
Wang Teng never does anything he is not sure of, so the Holy Son Jue Tian is lucky.
"Buzz!" There was a sound. After entering the thirty-second palace, Holy Son Jue Tian could no longer move and began to accept the rewards from the Tianwu Temple. However, he did not look happy at all, and his face was extremely pale.
Staring at Wang Teng who stepped into the 32nd level.
"What a pity, the 33rd level is no longer with you!" Wang Teng's pace began to become difficult, feeling that he was firmly suppressed by a mysterious force, but he still walked forward step by step, still
He smiled at Saint Juetian.
"Damn it..." The Holy Son of Jue Tian is so envious and jealous! He watched helplessly as Wang Teng kept approaching the door of the 33rd level palace, but he couldn't move an inch and was about to be teleported out.
A moment later, three cultivators appeared on the teleportation formation of the 32nd level palace. Among these three people was the Juetian Holy Son. Being able to ascend to the 32nd level, they were enough to be proud of them.
All heroes.
The face of the Holy Son Juetian was very ugly, and his body was shrouded in a layer of black mist. No one could see his face clearly, but some people still guessed his origin.
"Sage Jue Tian is so terrible. He can actually reach the 32nd level." "In time, his achievements will definitely be similar to those of the Heavenly Martial Saint King, and he also has the hope of becoming an immortal." "By the way, have you seen Wang Teng."
"No, my God! Wang Teng didn't come out. Could it be that he..."
After a while, the whole place was in an uproar again, and even breathing became rapid.
Although Wang Teng is powerful and has some outstanding achievements, his ability to reach the 33rd level is something that no one dares to imagine. This dark horse is actually hidden so deeply that no one can see it.
come out.
If you accidentally bump into such a seemingly ordinary person while walking in the major star realms, you will be in big trouble.
"Is this the 33rd level? My power is restrained by a force similar to mine." After Wang Teng stepped into the 33rd level palace, his expression became serious.
This thirty-third level palace is no different from other palaces. It is paved with white jade sacred stones, with white jade stone pillars standing on it. The immortal energy is lingering. Wang Teng finally feels the huge pressure, but he can still barely move his steps.
of.
"Huh? That's amazing." At this moment, a slightly surprised voice came from the front. It was a mysterious cultivator. His whole body was shrouded in colorful light mist, but from his tone, you can imagine the look on his face.
surprise.
Wang Teng discovered that this was the only strong man who had climbed to the 33rd level of the palace like him, but he could not reach the end of the palace and became unable to move in the middle. Even so, this kind of achievement was also
It's incredible, at least his potential is not much weaker than that of the Heavenly Martial Saint King.
"Your Excellency is also very good." Wang Teng chuckled, still supporting himself step by step.
"You can actually still walk?" The mysterious cultivator was surprised, with excitement in his voice.
"It has been five thousand years. Except for Dugu Tian and War Emperor five thousand years ago, no one has reached the end of this palace in five thousand years." The mysterious cultivator said to himself.
"I seem to be able to hold on for a while, let me try!" The further we advance, the greater the pressure in front of us. The power in our body is completely suppressed, and there is almost not much left. If this power reaches balance,