Chapter eight hundred and ninety sixth climb to the top
"What's the situation? He's actually on the 18th floor. Is he really going to climb to the last floor?"
"No, he is really that powerful. I think he is younger than me."
"Yes, does he have any magic weapon to cheat?"
Although the Star Gate was in a state of preparation for war, many disciples still found that Zhuo Bufan had stepped into the 18th floor and couldn't help but look horrified.
"This guy is a monster. Elder Cheng can only reach the tenth floor. He can actually reach the eighteenth floor. Depending on the situation, he may reach the last floor." Wang Chengpeng's eyes showed an incredible look and shook his head and said.
Xiao Haiyang clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said, "Don't look at him, the people from the Puppet Corpse Sect don't know when to attack him, it's better to hurry up and practice."
"I think he probably used some magic weapon. It must be given to him by the master of the sect. Otherwise, with his strength, how could he reach the 18th level?" Wang Chengpeng curled his lips and then followed Xiao Haiyang toward him.
Walking back mountain.
It took another three days, Zhuo Bufan stood in the 18th floor tower. Now he finally had the ability to raise his arms and perform his fists, but his speed and movements were probably similar to those of a five or six-year-old child who had just learned martial arts.
But no one knows how much pressure this contains. Even if a tank is placed in it, it will be directly pressed into a pile of scrap iron by invisible and powerful pressure.
Although Zhuo Bufan is doing well now, he doesn't know how many times his bones have cracked, how many times his muscles have cracked, how much blood and sweat have flowed, so that he can stand in this eighteenth floor, even if someone is
He also has the magical power to restore his body, but the pain of bone cracking and muscle breaking is not something that ordinary people can tolerate.
But this also further honed Zhuo Bufan's body and will, polishing his heart to ask is stronger, like a rock.
After returning from the three years of rebirth, he has been going smoothly all the way, but has not experienced such training. He has almost forgotten how much pain and torture he had gone through before he could reach the position of the Nine Turn Immortal Lord.
After practicing a whole set of boxing techniques, Zhuo Bufan wiped the sweat from his forehead and set his eyes on the entrance of the passage leading to the 19th floor. The pressure on the 19th floor will be stronger than that of the 18th floor.
After taking a deep breath, Zhuo Bufan hit the power of his body on his right leg, then stepped on his feet and ran quickly towards the entrance of the nineteenth floor.
After passing through the invisible barrier and just a wave of water, Zhuo Bufan finally arrived at the 19th floor, which was no different from the eighteenth floor in front, but the endless pressure, like sea water, was about to submerge an ordinary person inside.
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"Click!"
Zhuo Bufan's right leg was instantly broken by invisible pressure, and then the bones on his body made a crackling sound. His whole person was directly hit by the pressure from all directions and crawled onto the ground. The bones on his body were cracked one by one, and his muscles were ruptured.
, blood flows out.
Zhuo Bufan's pupils had a firm look, and a light curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was flowing with blood. "It seems that the pressure on the 19th layer is much stronger than I thought."
The pain caused by the injury caused Zhuo Bufan's true energy to struggle violently. The Nine-Turn Divine Art and Yangmu Divine Art began to continuously operate, trying to resist the endless oppression power in the nineteenth-level tower.
But with his current strength, he could not resist the formation set up by the Jindan or even the Nascent Soul Power. But Zhuo Bufan not only did not regret it, but instead had a little excitement. Of course, he was not
What masochism is just that this powerful pressure and torture can completely stimulate his potential.
Although the physical pain was tormenting Zhuo Bufan, the green life energy was born in his body, constantly repairing the injured bones, muscles, skin, meridians, and internal organs.
Although Yangmu Divine Art has extremely powerful recovery ability, this cannot reduce the pain Zhuo Bufan suffered at all. He lay on the ground, unable to use the strength to lift a finger, and fry it all the time.
Being suffering from the pain of growth and destruction, this cycle is going on.
But if you observe carefully, you can detect that the broken bones and muscles after being repaired by the vitality of life are obviously much smaller than before. Whether it is the bones, body, or meridians, it is under the burden once.
Another tempering is like shaping iron and making steel, removing the magazines and making the steel harder.
Even people like Zhuo Bufan have some mental breakdown at this moment, and their eyes are staring blankly in front of them. The picture in their eyes begins to become blurred. He knows that once he falls asleep, he will never do it again.
Will not wake up.
This is not only a tempering of his body, but also akin to someone's willpower being constantly hit by someone with a hammer.
Just before him, an elegant figure appeared in the originally blurry picture, standing in front of him, tall and light.
"leaf."
Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The figure gradually became clear, and it was Ye Ziqin's appearance. She was looking at him calmly with a pair of clear eyes. The eyes were filled with a lot of emotions. Slowly, the figure began to fade and then slowly disappeared.
Zhuo Bufan tried all his strength to stand up, but he couldn't lift his legs and could only clench his fists.
"I still have people I need to protect, how can I give up and fall down at this time..."
Although his body is suffering endless pain, his heart of Tao is more stable.
I don't know how long it took, Zhuo Bufan finally stood up slowly from the ground, and his bones were not cracking, only his muscles would be torn apart, and his body seemed to be carrying tens of thousands of pounds of weight. It would be necessary to take a step.
It consumes a lot of effort and mental power.
...
At night, star gate.
The night was filled with tears, like a big black cloth covering the entire world, with shadows swaying in the forest, making a rustling sound.
Dozens of black shadows moved forward quickly in the darkness and soon arrived at the entrance of the Star Gate.
"Elder, you have already arrived at the gate of the Star Gate. Should we go in directly, or..." a disciple in black bowed to a thin old man next to him and said.
The old man said, "The ancestor will come out tomorrow. Let's take the lead first. This time we must take down the Star Gate and be the base of our Puppet Corpse Gate."
After saying that, the old man shook the bell in his hand, and three strange people behind him slowly walked out. Every time he stepped out, the earth seemed to tremble, as if these three people were heavier than cars.
The three of them walked forward and suddenly smashed their fists into the void, making a banging sound, as if they were hitting metal. (To be continued)