Ancient True Dragon Art

"Hmph, the mere direct disciples and half-step disciples of the gods are enough to occupy the two hundred places, and these thousands of inner disciples, although they have won the chaos of the first level, but in this **** of gods monument, Ninety-nine percent of them have to be brushed out, and only a few of them can enter the next link with the direct disciples!"

The Old Black Demon vowed to say that he was very confident about this, and he absolutely didn't believe that a junior with only the Seventh Stage of the True Spirit Realm could last for so long.

"boom"

As he was talking, a figure flew out of the monument of I Tongtian.

There was a look of pain on the other party's face, and the muscles were twisted, as if they had encountered a nightmare.

"The first world...never passed!"

Looking at this disciple, everyone has already seen this clearly...

"Huh"

Afterwards, the sect elder where the disciple was located had already taken the disciple away.

"what……"

There was another sorrowful cry.

Later, more and more disciples appeared.

And all of them have painful expressions on their faces, and they have obviously suffered a lot of torture and suffering in them.

On them, a ray of light appeared, which represented a broken star-shaped mark. Obviously, the other party did not even break through the first world...

"Do not!"

There was another sad scream.

This scream is beyond the past.

The opponent's body flew upside down from this heavenly **** monument.

Although he was in a coma, the screams in his mouth never stopped. It is conceivable how terrifying and astonishing the injuries suffered in this heavenly **** monument.

"This kid is done..."

Many elders and suzerains shook their heads secretly.

The opponent was obviously beheaded in this heavenly **** stele. Although this kind of beheading is illusory and unreal in reality, the pain of beheading in the heavenly **** stele is terrible. Compared with the real world, so this kind of pain will also be highlighted in the real world.

If it is serious, it may even cause suspended animation.

"Brothers and disciples, I am afraid it is very dangerous!"

Seeing the disciples constantly flying out of it, and the miserable appearance on their bodies, Luo Yun and the others were suddenly startled secretly...

world.

A piece of gray.

This was the only feeling Qin Feng had after entering the God-Tongtian Monument.

Of course, instead of calling it the world, it is better to say that this is a space.

In the space, the upper and lower areas are gray and white, there are no buildings, no creatures, and even plants have never appeared.

Here, it's so quiet and shocking.

"laugh"

Just at this time.

The space in front of Qin Feng was distorted.

Then a person slowly appeared with a weapon in his hand.

This was a figure with blurred facial features, and the weapon in his hand was a giant sword. Standing there, there was no breath of life, but Qin Feng's vigilance rose to the extreme in an instant.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, the blurry phantom in front of him began to take action.

The giant sword brought up a layer of sword light, and quickly swept up, forming a fan shape, taking Qin Feng's neck straight.

This speed is very fast, almost reaching an astonishing level, and it instantly rushes towards his face, and the aura of aura is flowing, enough to make Qin Feng feel the distortion and depression of the space in front of him.

However, although this speed is very fast, it is still within Qin Feng's tolerance, and the opponent's strength is probably at the level of the eighth layer of the True Spirit Realm.

"call out"

The figure flickered, feeling the realm aura of the other party, a strange thought flashed in Qin Feng's heart, but he quickly suppressed such thoughts.

Flashing, flying quickly.

In the next moment, Qin Feng's body already appeared behind the opponent.

The fist was enveloped, the fist imprints did not hesitate, and he punched behind the opponent.

"boom"

With this punch, Qin Feng gave full play to his strength, and in an instant, terrifying power was poured into the opponent's body.