Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 421 The Eighth Level

The Ye Family's Nine-Turn Illusory God Formation is extremely particular about the formation.

Its primary function is to kill those killers and thieves who broke into Ye's house.

As long as outsiders enter the formation, don't try to get out until the end.

Because once the formation is activated, the surrounding space will be isolated by the power of the formation, and one can only move forward and not retreat.

Nine levels.

Each level has its unique purpose, to weaken the strength and soul of the challenger layer by layer. For hundreds of years, there has never been a single person standing in front of the eighth level intact.

The Thunder Gang Formation in the fifth level is equipped with 81 thunder talismans. As soon as a person enters, he will be bombarded by thunder and lightning. The faster the speed, the greater the power of the lightning, and when Mo Lin entered, only a few fine wires flickered and passed through.

The sixth level is highly poisonous. The poisonous gas produced by one hundred and eight kinds of poisons is by no means safe and sound just by holding your breath without panting. The most terrifying thing about it is that it can penetrate into the body through the skin. It is necessary to take the Ye family's antidote pill in advance to ensure safety, but Mo Lin will never have the Ye family's secret antidote, so he just wandered around in the poisonous fog for a while and came to the seventh gate.

If the first two levels can be passed through with speed as long as they can withstand the lightning strike and the poison, Ye Tunjing, the maze of the seventh level, would never believe that Mo Lin can break through the formation in such a short time.

But in just a few words, Mo Lin walked out of the maze.

Standing in front of the eighth gate, looking at the pitch-black gate made of black iron, Mo Lin didn't move immediately, but quietly released his consciousness and poked forward.

In Mo Lin's perception, there are eighteen extremely powerful auras hidden in every corner of the courtyard, sharp, violent, cold, and full of killing intent.

The Fire Spirit Turtle said that the eighth level is called lore, and it is guarded by eighteen experts from the Ye family, but there is one thing it doesn't know, that these 18 people are not fixed.

According to the strength and intention of the passers-by, the 18 players will make corresponding adjustments.

If it is the trial of the young disciples of the Ye family, the 18 guards will only send out the family's martial master disciples to guard, and at other times, they will be guarded by several martial arts experts. But today, I learned that Mo Lin has the strength of the martial king. After that, all 18 people have been replaced by Wu Zong masters.

Wu Zong vs. Wu Wang, no matter how you look at the difference, it is like hitting a stone with an egg. Even if you have an advantage in numbers, it is difficult to kill your opponent.

But the reason why King Wu is not easy to be killed is that besides the strength of his soul essence, which occupies the advantage of strength, the most important thing is flying in the sky.

Once aware of the danger, you can fly away at any time, so there is a saying in the cultivation world that only King Wu can kill King Wu.

If a strong Wu Zong wants to kill King Wu, the success rate is completely negligible.

This conclusion is naturally based on the premise of head-on confrontation and competition.

But if it is in a closed space, the King of Martial Arts cannot take advantage of flying in the air, and the outcome will be a different matter.

After all, a martial king with exhausted soul essence is not much stronger than an ordinary warrior.

The space of the eighth level is closed.

The only function of the surrounding magic circle is to isolate the connection between the inside and outside, so that people can't fly away in the air, turning the entire small courtyard into an urn.

The five-storey building is less than 2000 meters away from Mo Lin.

For him, this distance passed in a blink of an eye, and through the isolation between the window and the formation, he vaguely saw a few blurred figures.

Mo Lin knew that from the moment he entered Ye's house, he never left Ye Tunjing's sight. If he flew directly through the sky at this time, he would be able to climb up the small building and see Ye Tunjing in an instant.

But Molin didn't intend to do that.

The Ye family put up such a big battle, just to give him a chance, let him see the strength of the Ye family, if he didn't dare to force his way, he would lose the talk, he has been humbly letting the Ye family manipulate him, just to show that My sincerity, and more importantly, I want to see how strong the background of the Ye family is, and let the Ye family understand that since I dare to enter, I have the strength to go out.

Spiritual consciousness passed the eighth level, continued to explore forward, and entered the last courtyard.

"Ok?"

Mo Lin frowned slightly, because there was no sign of formation in the last level.

There was an ordinary courtyard with beautiful flowers, and a variety of flowers and plants. On the stone path in the middle of the courtyard, a young figure was practicing sword.

For some reason, as the figure kept dancing, the flowers and plants in the entire courtyard seemed to have life, and they also danced with joy.

"Sword Intent!"

Mo Lin concluded in an instant that the sword-practicing man had comprehended the will of martial arts, and the level of comprehension was extremely deep, at least the second level, or even higher.

With a slight movement of his mind, Mo Lin concentrated all his perception on the young man, wanting to feel his cultivation strength, but his perception was as if nothing had disappeared. The young man's aura...disappeared!

"This is?"

Mo Lin's heart froze. Ever since he comprehended the three-layer sword intent and awakened the Yin-Yang martial soul three times, his spiritual sense and perception have surpassed the Martial Emperor. Up to now, no one has been able to hide his cultivation strength in front of him, but the one among the flowers But the young man made his perception useless, this was the first time for Mo Lin.

"Strong enemy!"

Mo Lin suddenly became alert, took a deep breath, and walked into the eighth door.

There is nothing special about the small courtyard in front of you.

A stone path leads straight to the front. Dozens of banyan trees are planted on both sides of the stone path. There are stone tables and chairs under the trees. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a leisure place to enjoy the cool and drink tea in summer.

But in Mo Lin's perception, whether it was the banyan tree or the seat on the ground, they all contained a strong killing intent, like a hunting beast, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Mo Lin stepped forward with a calm expression. After only a dozen steps, a chair under a banyan tree on the left suddenly flew up and smashed into his head with a strong wind.

Mo Lin's face was like still water, he raised his right arm lightly, and a palm print was made. Suddenly, a violent storm blew up in the courtyard, and the dust and gravel on the ground swept up and turned into a long dusty dragon to meet the flying stone chair.

Click!

The stone chair collided with the palm prints, tearing apart with a click, but a thin figure flew out of the exploded stone chair.

This is an old man with a goatee. He holds a short dagger in each hand, and strikes down in the air in the posture of a goshawk fighting a rabbit. Merlin's throat.

Mo Lin's eyes were as cold as ice, and his raised right hand flashed in the air, instantly making an iron handprint, but he rushed towards the thin old man.

(End of this chapter)