Chapter seven hundred and ninetieth horror immortal power
"The Holy Intermediate Level."
Having ancestors' combat experience, this is truly terrifying.
Therefore, Chen Ling chose the Holy Intermediate Level.
His strength is almost comparable to that of a high-level Saint. In his opinion, even if he has strong combat experience, there should be no surprises for an intermediate-level Saint.
"The sage mid-level opponent has been selected and will start in ten breaths."
When the mechanical voice fell, Chen Ling's expression became solemn and he stared closely in front of him.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Whoosh!
Ten breaths later, an opponent exactly like him appeared on the opposite side.
The only difference is the temperament.
The opponent's temperament was extremely sharp and fierce, like a god of war who had fought countless battles, which made Chen Ling feel a great oppression.
"Intermediate Holy Saint, good guy."
"This is the first time I dare to directly choose the Holy Intermediate Level. I am really like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers."
"I want to see how this guy will be flattened."
"It's time to watch the show."
Everyone was shocked when they saw their opponent's cultivation level, and immediately laughed.
boom!
Chen Ling made the first move, shook his sleeves, and punched roughly and fiercely.
Snap!
The explosion of energy was deafening, and the moment the opponent moved, everyone including Huang Ling'er outside the battle field involuntarily narrowed their eyes.
"This guy is really brave, hehe, but this is what makes him look good."
"A little crueler." Huang Ling'er said with a smile.
"What a fast pace."
Chen Ling was shocked. The opponent's speed and reaction were simply not like those of the Intermediate Saint.
Bang!
The opponent also came with a punch.
"Swallow."
Chen Ling drank lowly.
However, the next moment the suction force developed, a strong back suction suddenly came.
Bang!
Chen Ling only felt pain in his fist and his body was shaken and he retreated repeatedly.
He forgot that this was the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan, and the other party also had the power of devouring it.
Whoosh!
Chen Ling barely stood firm, and the latter waved his hand and attacked, and the continuous shadows of his fists were like thunder and lightning.
Chen Ling's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward.
The wind roared in his palms, and Chen Ling took out hundreds of palms in an instant.
Bang!
The opponent's fist was instantly defeated, Chen Ling's expression suddenly changed, and the opponent's real attack was already under his arms.
How did he do it?
Chen Ling didn't notice anything.
Bang!
When this thought came up, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his whole body flew out and hit the protective shield hard.
"Haha, it's too fast."
"It's only been ten breaths. Is this the genius praised by our ancestors? Isn't it just that."
Several arrogant voices followed.
Chen Ling stood up slowly and glanced at the slowly dissipating figure, his face darkened.
Fighting style.
This is the Sky-Swallowing Beast Tribe, his biggest bloodline, and his advantage here becomes very slim.
No matter how strong he is, how can he be compared with the ancestors of the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan?
Not only his opponent, but also the other geniuses of the Sky-Swallowing Beast Clan of the same level, if they really fight, the advantage he has will be gone.
Suddenly realizing this, Chen Ling suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis.
"It's only ten breaths, doesn't it seem like there's nothing special about it? Even though it's the beginning of the Holy Saint versus the intermediate level of the Saint, it would be even more incredible if this guy only has the combat power of the Saint's primary level."
Looking at this scene, although Huang Ling'er felt a little relieved, her brows still furrowed, feeling that Chen Ling was too weak.
When she first stepped into this place, she chose an opponent with a higher level of cultivation, but she persisted for nearly half an hour.
But at the ancestor worship ceremony, all kinds of strange phenomena caused by Chen Ling made her feel even more incredible.
Is this guy really that simple?
Huang Ling'er didn't believe it.
After getting up, Chen Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped into the area again.
Choose your opponent again.
Still the Holy Intermediate Level.
But this time, he planned to experiment with the effect of immortal power.
As soon as his opponent Pu appeared, Chen Ling rushed forward with a punch, his magical power surged and clung to his fist.
boom!
The two men exchanged blows.
A figure flew out directly, and its body collapsed in mid-air with a 'click' sound.
"Holy shit."
"Have I been blinded?"
"One punch, it exploded directly, and it was still the intermediate level of the Holy Saint..."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Huang Ling'er's beautiful eyes almost fell to the ground.
Isn’t the gap and flip between the second time and the first time a bit too big?
Chen Ling was also stunned.
Is this the power of immortality?
He glanced at his fist. The ray of immortal power was still there, but only half of it was left, which was extremely weak.
The opponent was directly blasted.
For a long time, Chen Ling swallowed hard and spit, and his eyes were filled with heat.
It's so terrifying, this magical power.
He even came up with the idea of replacing all his energy with this kind of immortal power.
But this idea was immediately dismissed by him.
Immortal power comes from the Holy Tomb, and does not even belong to the world of Shenwu Continent. It is a completely different level of practice than true qi. If he wants to replace true qi, he will need a complete set of immortal power cultivation techniques to do it.
But having immortal power is enough.
This is the killer feature.
"call."
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling walked out of the battle field.
"Sister Ling'er, thank you for bringing me here. This is a good place to practice. I'm going to practice here for a while." Chen Ling looked at Huang Ling'er and said.
"That punch just now was the power of immortal power?" Huang Ling'er couldn't hide the shock on her pretty face and asked tentatively.
"It's Xianli." Chen Ling didn't hide it either.
"hiss."
Huang Ling'er took a breath of cold air.
"But there is only one ray of this immortal power. I consumed most of it with one punch. It is extremely difficult to recover. It's a pity." Chen Ling shook his head and sighed.
After hearing this, Huang Ling'er felt a little more comfortable.
It's so terrifying, if there were no restrictions, it would be really outrageous.
"Okay, you can practice here and don't worry about me." Huang Ling'er nodded.
Chen Ling smiled, turned around and walked into the battle field again.
Others didn't know that this was the effect of immortal power, but they all looked at Chen Ling differently.
It is absolutely terrifying to blow up an opponent with a higher level of cultivation in the battle field with one punch.
Already aware of the power of the immortal power, Chen Ling had no intention of continuing to use it. There was only a little left, and he would have to keep it and continue to cultivate more when he returned.
No matter how great the pain and inhuman torture, he can endure it.
That punch just now was the biggest motivation.
Next, he plans to hone his own strength.
The third battle is still the Holy Intermediate level.
He persisted in this battle for nearly a quarter of an hour before losing.
In the eyes of everyone, the scene became incredible again.
"What the hell is this guy doing? Is he masochistic?"
"Obviously I can knock out my opponent with one punch, but this time I started to be suppressed again."
"It seems like he is training himself. That punch in the second fight was probably some kind of special method."
"It's possible. Phew, it's not bad. That punch almost scared me to death."
…
Chen Ling completely ignored the outsiders and concentrated on fighting his opponents one at a time. There was no need to pay anything here. After the battle, he could at most recover a little.
With continuous training, he was able to easily defeat the Holy Intermediate opponent for the sixth time.
The reason why I lost before was because I was not familiar with the fighting style and the restraint of my methods. You have it, I have it too, and I have more combat experience than you. It would be weird if I didn't lose.
Huang Ling'er watched Chen Ling fight for several times, and the contempt gradually faded from her eyes, and then she quietly left. (To be continued)