Sword God

On the island of Miguang, on the top of a few hundred meters of mountain, a strong breath suddenly rose into the sky, and immediately, a figure rose up and drifted down slowly.

"Congratulations, little friends." Zhao Mingkong, who had just left the border, saw this scene and smiled suddenly.

Because he can see that Chen Zong's cultivation has been improved.

Enter the Holy Land Eightfold Peak!

However, Zhao Mingkong doesn't really care about his heart. After all, it is only a small level of improvement from the late stage of entering the Holy Land Eightfold to the peak of the Holy Land Eightfold. The increase in strength is often not too great.

ten years!

No matter how fast the cultivation is, the maximum is the level of reaching the nineth limit of entering the sanctuary, and it still cannot reach the half-step grand saint level, even if it is the top peerless arrogance. More is equivalent to a half-step sage of one-star combat power, no matter how high, at most it is equivalent to a two-star combat power level, which is expected to save life under the three-star combat power.

That's all.

The gap between three-star and six-star is extremely large.

It can be said with certainty that a six-star combat power can kill a three-star combat power in a single move, and the strength gap between each other is many times.

When the level reaches the half-step saint level, the improvement of each point of strength becomes more difficult, so the less powerful the half-step saint will be.

"Senior, I'm going to break into the mystery." Chen Zong laughed.

For half a year here, more than 50 mist crystals have been used up. Chen Zong's understanding of the mysteries of the world has reached a higher level. It can be said that everything he can improve in a short time has been improved. To the extreme.

If you want to continue to improve, it will not be so easy. Chen Zong knows that even if he continues to retreat here for eight or nine years, his progress will not be too great.

After thinking about it, Chen Zong made a decision and challenged the dim light.

Maybe you are lucky, you can get permanent residency right after crossing the seventh realm, and you can also challenge the dim light at will.

"Since that is the case, I will take you there." Zhao Mingkong laughed.

He just got out of the customs now, he doesn't need to close it immediately, and he has the right to walk around.

The Miguang Realm is located in the very center of the Miguang Island. There is an octagonal altar with a height of about ten meters. The altar is gray, like chaotic and unopened colors. It is simple and ancient, full of mysterious and deep atmosphere.

There are eight huge pillars standing on this altar, up to 100 meters high, as if pointing directly at the sky dome.

Every pillar is covered with complicated patterns.

Located in the very center of the altar, there is an octagon with a height of m, which is also covered with mysterious runes and lines, full of indescribable mysteries.

On the whole, this altar is not very big, that is, it is only a thousand kilometers, but when Chen Zong stands in front of him, he feels a little.

It seems that the altar is a sleeping ancient god.

Only one person can enter the meridian at a time. The runes on the eight pillars and the center of the altar are all shining with different colors, indicating that at this moment someone is challenging the mystery.

wait!

People waiting for the challenge to come out.

Not long afterwards, two more figures flew away.

"Lao Zhao, are you here to challenge the mystery again?" A laughter sounded, looking back, it was a middle-aged man with a short body.

Although his appearance is somewhat unsightly, this person is also a strong man with six stars.

"I'll bring a little friend to try." Zhao Mingkong laughed: "It's you, but improved?"

Nowadays, the hundred or so people who are staying on the Miguang Island know each other, and they are familiar with each other. They also speak more casually.

Zhao Mingkong's relationship with this chunky middle-aged man is okay.

"No, my brother is going to challenge." The chunky middle-aged man laughed.

"I've seen the King of Silver Swords." There was also a fat man next to the chunky middle-aged man. He smiled and clenched his fists at Zhao Mingkong. He had a five-star combat power and was not as powerful as Silver Sword King.

"This little brother's cultivation is..." The chunky middle-aged man stared at Chen Zong, his expression slightly stunned, surprised.

Enter the Holy Land!

It turned out to be a holy place!

This is really very strange. After all, since ancient times, there have never been any examples of entering the Holy Land into the Holy Land. It is not impossible. Even if you are a mortal, you can enter the Dark Island.

The problem is that the Miguang Island is located in the center of the Miguang Sea. If you want to reach the Miguang Island, you must first enter the Miguang Sea. Some people will be lost in the Miguang Sea for decades or even hundreds of years before they accidentally enter the Miguang Island.

Some people are lucky, and it may only take a few years.

However, Miguanghai is not a place to go, but a forbidden place full of danger.

Don't say anything about entering the holy realm, even if the top half-step big holy class strong man enters, if you are unlucky, you will die.

The higher the strength, the greater the possibility of survival. On the contrary, the lower the strength, the greater the possibility of death.

A sacred place may mean that it will die shortly after entering the sea of ​​glaring light, and where can it come to the island of glaring light.

So seeing Chen Zong entering the holy realm, naturally the short and fat middle-aged people were very surprised.

"My little brother has good luck." Zhao Mingkong laughed.

"It's indeed good luck." The chunky middle-aged man laughed, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Chen Zongxiaoyou, this is the king of the sky, this is the king of the mountain." Zhao Mingkong introduced to Chen Zong.

"Have seen two seniors." Chen Zong clenched his fists.

King Huntian and King Hunshan are brothers, and they are both strong players in physical training.

"Little friends don't need to pay much courtesy. I haven't seen entering the holy realm and rushing into the light. I will go to the little friends later." Hengtianwang smiled, and Hunshanwang would naturally have no opinion.

A tyrannical murderous air filled the air, and the unshakable spirit condensed into a blood cloud, stained the red half of the sky, and rolled over. The murderous arrogance was extremely extreme, and suddenly made everyone's face change.

"Blood kills the king!" The king of the mountains is a five-star fighting force, feeling great pressure and dignified look.

"Is this guy going crazy again?" The god of heaven is also somewhat dignified.

Chen Zong felt that this breath was a bit familiar. Wasn't it just Luo Yan playing with him before and again, whose title was the blood killing king.

"Little ants, you really are here." Yin's voice sounded, calling Chen Zong up a sweat, terrible murderous attack, as if from the Nine Nether Hell.

Immediately, the empty blood condensed into a huge palm, shot down in the sky, endless power, as if the blood sea was overturned, and I was about to bombard and shatter everything, together with the three kings of the silver sword and the king of the heaven and the king of the mountain. Under the shroud of strokes.

"Ten-year protection period." Zhao Mingkong said five words without hesitation.

Suddenly, the bloody big hand was empty, and it reverted to blood cloud fluctuations.

A bloody figure also appeared not far away, his eyes gazed with an astonishing murderous interest, and the air was full of coldness.

Ten-year protection period!

This blood-killing Wang Luoyan was arrogant and self-confident, but he was not stupid. Once he really fell down, the consequence was to be killed by the power of Miguang Island.

Although he feels the pressure is great and needs to find a way to vent, it does not mean that he does not want to live.

"Luo Yan, this is not the place for you to spread your wildness." Hun Tian Wang said solemnly. He is a strong body-cultivator, six-star level, really fighting, but not inferior to Luo Yan, not to mention his own brother and Zhao Mingkong is here.

If Luo Yan insisted on shooting, the three of them joined forces to suppress the other party.

"Little ants, please enjoy your last time." Luo Yan did not have anger, but his eyes were even colder, staring at Chen Zong, his voice became sharp and full of threats.

"Before I kill you, you have to live alive." Chen Zong replied in a non-existent way.

"Aspiring...hahahaha..." Luo Yan turned into a bloody ray quickly away from the crazy laughter.

King Huntian and King Hengshan gave Chen Zong a surprised look and shook his head secretly.

I am indeed ambitious, but I am too self-confident.

Zhao Mingkong also shook his head secretly, not enough to say nothing.

On the altar, the light suddenly flickered suddenly, and then, countless lights flowed to the center to converge and stretch, forming a deep chaotic light door about two meters high.

A figure also appeared in the light door at the same time, and stepped out.

"I have seen King Lei Yan." Whether it was Zhao Mingkong, Huntian King or Hengshan King, they all fisted at the man.

"Leiyan King!" Chen Zong secretly surprised, one of the three seven-star combatants on the island of Miguang has a title of Leiyan King.

King Lei Yan only glanced at the three people and did not respond. Immediately, he glanced at Chen Zong with some surprise. It seemed very curious, why there are juniors in the Holy Realm here, but they did not say anything, their bodies flashed , Turned into a crimson ray of lightning across the sky like lightning, disappeared instantly.

"It seems that King Lei Yan's challenge has stopped at the seventh level again." King Hwang sighed.

There are more than one hundred people on the Miguang Island. The King Lei Yan is not only a very powerful person, but also a very talented person. After years of hard work, he has only crossed the sixth realm, and has never crossed the seventh realm. The hope of others is even smaller Too.

"Little friends, go." Zhao Mingkong said.

After Chen Zong clenched his fists, his figure flickered and landed at the center of the altar.

Suddenly, I just felt a wave of power swept in and seemed to verify Chen Zong's identity.

Then, the eight pillars lit up and followed the lines of lines straight to the center, lit the runes and lines at the center, and condensed and stretched upward, forming a two-meter-high gray chaos. door.

With a bit of anxiety and excitement, Chen Zong took a deep breath, stepped out, stepped into the chaotic door, and the figure seemed to be swallowed and disappeared.

"Lao Zhao, are you optimistic about him?" After Chen Zong disappeared, the king of the sky just asked casually.

"I'm not optimistic." Zhao Mingkong's answer was straightforward: "It was just a coincidence that he was rescued from Luo Yan. When a good man did it, he was allowed to enter the island of glaring light. Come here, again, to challenge the Maze Realm is also a kind of sharpening of oneself, the strength is improved, and then it is expected to live longer in the Maze Sea."

Noble nodded and no longer answered. He was the character of the Silver Sword King. He was not surprised to save the Silver Sword King into the Holy Land. In fact, there were more than one or two people saved by the Silver Sword King.

In the same way, he also agrees with the Silver Sword King.