Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 116 With divine weapons buried with you, you have every reason to be proud.

You should know that this kind of enlightenment is definitely the one that touches you the most deeply and gives you the most insights the first time.

Later on, as time goes by, the memory becomes increasingly blurred, and with each attempt at enlightenment, it becomes increasingly difficult to be moved.

If Mo Zheng were given a few more days to immerse himself in that state, he might be able to fully comprehend and integrate the two concepts of Gale and Fire in one go, reaching the third realm of the Wind and Fire Sword, becoming invincible in the Visceral Realm!

Mo Zheng felt extremely regretful, but time waits for no one. Since the reward for the second level was so incredible, the third level would obviously be even better, so he naturally wouldn't give up.

Carrying the Crimson Flame Divine Sword, he quickly ran towards the front of the corridor. His figure was as swift and graceful as a whirlwind, yet also carried a fierce intensity like a raging fire. His speed was far faster than before.

He kept running forward, so fast that he was invisible. He didn't know how long he had been running when suddenly, the view opened up before him.

Before Mo Zheng appeared a magnificent palace, which was a mile in circumference. It emitted a faint golden light and was majestic and gorgeous, which made people feel a sense of awe.

In front of the palace was a huge square, paved with tiles that looked like white marble, but they were not white marble at all, because the tiles emitted a faint white light and a pleasant fragrance wafted from them.

The fragrance was faint, yet it possessed a magical power to cleanse the mind. After just a few sniffs, Mo Zheng felt his mind filled with relaxation and tranquility, all his distracting thoughts vanished, and even the regret he felt from being interrupted during his moment of enlightenment disappeared without a trace.

All that remained in his heart was peace.

Directly in front of him was a huge gray stone tablet, somewhat broken, exuding an aura of desolation that had endured countless years.

The stone tablet is engraved with many ancient and mysterious characters, exactly the same as those seen earlier.

Mo Zheng didn't recognize it, but that didn't stop him from understanding its meaning.

"Congratulations on arriving at the Hall of Mortal Transformation. The hall contains twelve levels of celestial stairs. Reaching the top signifies your qualification to shed your mortal form and achieve innate enlightenment. This is the third trial of this ordeal. If you decide to give up, simply shout 'I give up!' and you will be removed from the secret realm. Of course, if you pass the third trial, you will receive a special reward. We wish you all the best."

Mo Zheng stood there, and after clearly seeing the meaning of all the words on the stone tablet, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

It's also due to innate factors.

The Hall of Departure from the Mortal Realm.

It clearly signifies shedding the mundane and achieving the innate.

But what exactly is mortal life, and what is innate life?

Even a great being like Lian Qing seems to place great importance on innate life.

However, his understanding was insufficient, and he possessed too little information, so thinking about these things only added to his troubles.

"A twelve-story ladder? Fine, I'll see just how far I can go."

Mo Zheng gazed at the magnificent golden hall and strode inside.

in the hall.

A white mist enveloped the entire palace.

The mist carried a magical power that even with Mo Zheng's mental strength, he could not penetrate it to perceive anything.

However, the moment he entered, the white mist suddenly parted, revealing a silver jade staircase several tens of feet wide, with each step separated by several feet of height, and the middle was hollowed out.

The steps are engraved with mysterious and strange ancient patterns, radiating a faint golden light that inspires awe.

Below the steps were sheer cliffs, but instead of clouds and mist, there flowed molten, fiery red lava, like a sea of ​​fire. The terrifying heat rose continuously upwards, casting a dark red glow on the area below the jade steps.

But Mo Zheng's gaze swept over all of them and lingered on the two figures on the steps.

Yes, there are two figures.

This was the first time Mo Zheng had seen a human figure in this Transcendent Hall since entering the Haotian Secret Realm!

He was a young man dressed in black, with a handsome face, a burly build, and a capable demeanor, with a black mole on the corner of his mouth.

The man held a long sword and was wielding an extremely cold and murderous sword technique. His sword moves were sharp and his momentum was like a blizzard, almost freezing a person's body.

It was Fang Yang, the number one ranked disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy!

His opponent was a faceless, silver humanoid creature wielding a silver longsword. His swordsmanship was identical to Fang Yang's. The two fought fiercely, their battle intense and evenly matched.

"Senior Brother Fang?" Mo Zheng was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the first person he would meet was Fang Yang, the number one disciple.

He passed the second stage too?

What about the rest?

Although he hadn't had much interaction with Fang Yang, he was extremely familiar with this disciple who was currently ranked first among the true disciples.

The other party came from a small family in Beishan Prefecture of Liangzhou. It was a family that once had a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm, but it had long since fallen into ruin due to the decline of martial artists.

Compared to disciples from prominent families, Fang Yang was, in a sense, from a humble background.

After entering the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, his talent was not particularly outstanding at first, but his swordsmanship continued to improve. Although he could not compare with those geniuses who rose to prominence overnight, he never stayed at one level for too long.

After becoming Wang He's disciple, he made steady progress, advancing from the first level of the Tower of Ascension all the way to the sixth level. He is currently the first disciple in the Martial Arts Hall to reach the seventh level of the Tower of Ascension.

Many people say that Fang Yang was just lucky; all the disciples ahead of him had graduated, and he only managed to get first place.

However, Mo Zheng knew that his opponent's strength was unfathomable. Zhou Xian and Qian Zhongyou had both challenged him before, but both had narrowly lost by a single move.

Apart from myself, I'm afraid that none of the disciples of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall can confidently say they can defeat him.

However, the three martial artists who were at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm in the second stage had all mastered the external skills at the peak of the Unity Realm, and their cooperation with each other was extremely tacit. In theory, unless one comprehends the martial arts intent, the possibility of a disciple of the Martial Arts Hall passing through this stage is very low. Yet Fang Yang was able to pass through this stage and reach the Transcendent Hall.

Did he discover the secret of the silver-armored soldiers' armor and weapons? But that would require killing three of them each time to collect all the weapons and armor, a task that would be extremely difficult for a martial artist in the Bone and Tendon Realm who hasn't comprehended martial arts.

Just as Mo Zheng was surprised, the battle between Fang Yang and the silver-sword-wielding figure had reached its most intense stage.

The two swords clashed fiercely, like two blizzards colliding violently.

A chilling aura seemed to even obscure the rising heat from the molten lava below, making Mo Zheng feel a coldness around him.

However, his martial arts realm and the strength of his blood and qi meant that even if a blizzard were to descend, he would not feel the slightest bit of cold; it was clearly an illusion caused by the opponent's sword aura.

Suddenly, their bodies separated.

Fang Yang clutched his shoulder, from which streaks of blood oozed.

The silver figure, along with its sword, plunged into the sea of ​​lava below and was instantly melted away.

"Senior Brother Fang Yang," Mo Zheng called out.

Fang Yang had noticed Mo Zheng earlier, but the fight was so intense that he couldn't afford to be distracted.

Hearing the call, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Junior Brother Mo, you've also arrived at the third level?"

"Since Senior Brother Fang is here, I naturally had to come and take a look as well," Mo Zheng said with a smile.

Fang Yang laughed heartily and said, "I knew Junior Brother Mo would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect him to arrive right after me."

The second level is very difficult to pass. Even Fang Yang himself would not dare to try using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration technique, which has great potential for repercussions, without the Sun Flame Fruit.

Those three silver-armored soldiers can come back to life; fighting them will be a protracted battle.

If I keep using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration technique, I'll probably be worn down to death by those silver-armored soldiers!

"The martial arts insights gained from the second level are truly profound. I was so engrossed in the practice that I arrived a little late," Mo Zheng replied with a smile.

To be honest, although he had some grudges against You Chendong, he had a fairly good impression of Wang He.

This teacher, who is at the Internal Organs Realm, has a Martial Saint as his backer, but he doesn't act ostentatiously and is very skilled at training his disciples.

Similarly, he didn't have any ill feelings towards Wang He's other disciples.

"Indeed, that martial arts insight does contain the opportunity to break through and become a Martial Saint, and it will be of great help to our future understanding of Dark Force," Fang Yang said.

"Hidden strength?"

Mo Zheng frowned and asked, "You mean that method of layering force? Is it called hidden force?"

"Yes, that is the next level of external martial arts after comprehending the essence of martial arts: internal strength."

Fang Yang explained, "To break through to Martial Saint, one must comprehend Hidden Force. But isn't this part of the Martial Saint's inheritance? It should be recorded in the Wind and Fire Qi Sword Technique, Junior Brother Mo, don't you know?"

Looking at the surprised Fang Yang, Mo Zheng shook his head and said, "I haven't been cultivating for very long and haven't studied these things. I'm so grateful to Senior Brother for clearing up my doubts today."

That's the truth. Of the four realms of the Wind and Fire Sword, Mo Zheng has only grasped the first realm, Gale Sword Intent, and the second realm, Blazing Fire Sword Intent. It was only in the past few days, with the help of his martial arts insights and the opportunity to possess Qing, that he has comprehended a trace of them. He is still some distance from completely mastering them, not to mention the third and fourth realms.

The fourth level records the cultivation methods for breaking through to Martial Saint and beyond, and it is also a set of sword techniques.

However, Mo Zheng had never studied it in detail, and Liu Qing also did not have a deep understanding of the Wind and Fire Qi Sword inheritance, nor had he explained the subsequent cultivation methods to him. Therefore, this was the first time he had heard of the concept of hidden strength.

But it must be said that the description of "hidden strength" is quite apt.

"Let's not talk about that. It's still a long way from here. Senior Brother Fang, you climbed this Heavenly Ladder before me. Do you have any tips to teach me? I saw that you didn't use your full strength when you fought that silver figure just now."

Mo Zheng saw it clearly: the sword technique Fang Yang had just used was the Nine Yin Ice Soul Divine Sword, one of the three great Martial Saint level sword inheritances of the Hun Tian Sect.

However, the external martial arts skills he displayed were at most at the level of just entering the Unity Realm, which was extremely inconsistent with his swordsmanship cultivation, which had reached the perfection of the Unity Realm after passing the sixth level of the Tower of Ascension.

"Junior Brother Mo has a good eye. Each step on this Heavenly Ladder restricts the application of our external martial arts skills. The first to third levels represent the three stages of the Subtle Sword Dao, and from the fourth level onwards, opponents at the Unity Realm level will appear. The focus is on testing our foundations, allowing us to identify and address our shortcomings." Fang Yang smiled and said, "It seems that the supreme being who created this secret realm places great emphasis on the foundation of martial arts. This is quite an opportunity for us, since it will be difficult to encounter such a suitable environment and opponents after we leave, to examine the mistakes we made during our initial training."

Is limiting external martial arts skills a way to test fundamentals?

Mo Zheng's eyes lit up; no one understood the benefits of a solid foundation better than him.

Why is his strength always much greater than that of other martial artists of the same level? It's all thanks to his mental power. From the very beginning of his cultivation at the level of blood and qi, he reduced a lot of losses, corrected many mistakes, and built a much more solid foundation than others.

Now that this Heavenly Ladder can be used to test one's external martial arts foundation, that's the best thing ever.

"Thank you for telling me, Senior Brother Fang."

Mo Zheng bowed respectfully, then leaped into the air and headed towards the first level of the Heavenly Ladder.

As his body crossed the cliff, the terrifying heat of the magma and fire instantly rose up, threatening to dry him out.

This feeling only disappeared when I reached the top of the ladder to heaven.

The ladder to heaven is several tens of feet long and four or five feet wide, with a spacious area resembling a fighting arena. However, the edge of the arena is an endless lava field, and once you fall down, you will surely die.

boom!

An invisible force enveloped Mo Zheng's entire body as he stood on the heavenly ladder.

Under that force, Mo Zheng felt his blood and physical strength being rapidly reduced, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the level of the "skin and flesh" realm.

Opposite him appeared a silver figure with no facial features, wielding a long sword, charging towards Mo Zheng.

Spectrum transformation!

Mo Zheng instinctively tried to use the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, but as soon as he started to unleash the sword, he felt a sharp pain all over his body and was unable to execute the move.

That's right, the first three levels only test the subtlety of swordsmanship; the ability to split light and transform shadow is probably not applicable.

With this thought in mind, Mo Zheng immediately unleashed the Twelve Wind-Shaped Swords to duel with his opponent.

However, to Mo Zheng's surprise, his opponent also used the Twelve Wind-Riding Swords, and it was exactly the same as his.

Whether it's the force and angle of the sword strike, or the movement and speed of the figure, everything is exactly the same.

It's like fighting against another version of yourself!

Finding and filling gaps, what is this method of finding and filling gaps?

Mo Zheng was taken aback. If he couldn't find the flaws in the sword technique, he probably wouldn't be able to get past this level at all!

No wonder Fang Yang was injured by his opponent earlier.

Don't argue, know that you can't be impatient.

With the aid of his telekinesis, he could easily detect subtle mistakes that others couldn't, so he corrected them during his sword practice, and his foundation in swordsmanship was quite solid.

However, that was something I discovered while practicing swordsmanship. This time, I'm facing myself in a duel, and looking at it from a different angle brings a completely different experience.

Careful observation may not prevent you from spotting any errors or omissions.

There has never been a perfect sword technique in the world!

Instead of reacting to every move, patiently observe the swordplay of another version of yourself.

Fang Yang, however, stared at the dark red longsword in Mo Zheng's hand, which was emitting a faint flame, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

After watching for a while, seeing that Mo Zheng had no intention of finishing, he then stepped towards the fifth level of the Heavenly Ladder.

Mo Zheng, unhurried and deliberate, used both the Wind-Riding and Swift-Sword techniques, and then employed the Wind Shadow Sword Technique and the Thunderclap Sword Technique.

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The silver figure, like him, was also constantly changing his sword techniques.

After demonstrating his swordsmanship three times in a row, Mo Zheng smiled.

Indeed, practicing swordsmanship alone is a completely different experience from practicing with others.

Looking at himself from the perspective of his opponent, he discovered more than a dozen oversights that he would never have paid attention to in normal times.

Most of these minor flaws are not fatal, but there are two that, if exploited, could be fatal.

"Go!"

Mo Zheng suddenly thrust his sword forward, aiming precisely at the chest of the silver figure.

The silver figure moved with a swift, unpredictable gait, its form swaying and blurring, the longsword in its hand also wobbling and its trajectory unpredictable.

Mo Zheng flicked his crimson flame, causing it to tilt upwards by three points. Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the crimson flame in Mo Zheng's hand grazed the blade of the silver figure's longsword, heading straight for the opponent's shoulder. The two longswords rubbed together with a hissing sound!

puff!

The crimson flame pierced the silver figure's shoulder. With a horizontal slash from Mo Zheng's longsword, the silver figure's shoulder was instantly separated from most of its body, and the person then turned into a cloud of silver liquid, disappearing without a trace.

"call----"

Mo Zheng let out a long sigh, but his heart was not at ease; on the contrary, it felt somewhat heavy.

He didn't kill someone else, he killed himself.

In the past, he dealt with demonic beasts, and these subtle flaws were naturally difficult for those demonic beasts with only brute force to detect.

However, if they encounter a master swordsman, they will use these weaknesses to create an opportunity to kill, just as he did just now.

Everyone only has one life; if you lose it, no matter how talented you are, it's useless.

Fortunately, the Hall of Transcending Mortality gave him an opportunity—an opportunity to re-examine his sword cultivation from the beginning.

In a sense, the value of these twelve heavenly ladders is probably no less than the martial arts enlightenment he gained while possessing Qing.

Even if you know how to cultivate and break through, if your foundation is not solid, you will still be unable to do so when the crucial moment arrives.

Buzzing—

As the silver figure died, a flash of light appeared before him, revealing some food and water. At the same time, a message appeared directly in his mind.

"If I pass through one level of the Heavenly Ladder, can I stay for a day?"

This Haotian Secret Realm is quite well-thought-out. Such a battle must have consumed a lot of physical strength. A day is not only a time to rest, but also a time to make up for any deficiencies in one's swordsmanship.

Mo Zheng immediately took out the food and water and began to eat heartily; he was indeed very hungry.

Although martial artists have a much stronger vitality than ordinary people and can survive for ten or eight days without food, the feeling of hunger in their stomachs cannot be faked. He had gone without food or water for three whole days in the second level.

While eating, he glanced at the battle on the fifth level of the Heavenly Ladder.

Fang Yang's swordplay was cold and icy, his sword light dancing like snowflakes, each move a rapid attack. He was clearly anxious and wanted to take his opponent's life to pass the test as quickly as possible.

He paused for a moment, thinking, shouldn't he be observing the flaws in the sword technique to improve his basics?

Why the rush?

But he didn't say much. Everyone has their own thoughts. Besides, there's no danger on this ladder. As long as you shout "Give up," you can leave safely.

After eating and drinking his fill, Mo Zheng began to study the oversights he had just observed. He practiced the Crimson Flame Sword several times, and after about half a day, he finally jumped to the next level of the Heavenly Ladder with satisfaction.

On the second level of the heavenly ladder, the invisible force that had been suppressing his body relaxed slightly.

Mo Zheng engaged the silver-clad figure in battle, focusing primarily on defense. He observed the opponent's swordsmanship twice before using the discovered weaknesses to kill his enemy.

They rested, practiced their swordsmanship, and then went down to the next floor.

Basically, each time, Mo Zheng would spend one to two hours.

When he reached the sixth floor, Fang Yang had already finished the battle and was resting, covered in blood.

Before he could speak, the silver figure charged towards him, and Mo Zheng drew his sword to meet it.

In about fifteen minutes, Mo Zheng defeated his opponent.

He stood with his sword drawn, and smiled at Fang Yang, saying, "Senior Brother Fang, I've finally caught up with you."

Fang Yang gazed at Mo Zheng's unscathed body, and at the flames swirling around the dark red longsword. A bitter smile appeared on his lips as he said, "You've not only caught up with me, you're about to surpass me. From the seventh level onwards, you'll encounter opponents at the Martial Dao Intent Realm. I can't climb that high."

"Your sword, with its radiant flames, is unlike anything I've ever seen before, Junior Brother Mo. Could this be a legendary divine weapon capable of controlling the power of heaven and earth?"

Mo Zheng nodded and said, "Senior brother has a good eye. This sword is called Crimson Flame. It was personally bestowed by the sect leader. I hope you will keep it a secret."

Although he wanted to keep it a secret and not let others know, he did not expect to meet other people in this secret realm. Since Fang Yang had recognized him, he could not hide it anymore. He might as well admit it openly, otherwise the other party would easily find out if they went out and inquired.

"That's natural. Divine weapons are precious, and there will be unscrupulous people who covet them. I know the importance of this, brother."

Fang Yang said with a smile, "Junior Brother Mo is exceptionally talented, and with the rewards from these three trials, breaking through to Martial Saint in the future will be a natural progression. The Sect Master's bestowal of a divine weapon is perfectly timed."

"Senior brother, you flatter me."

Mo Zheng said a few polite words, then sat cross-legged to recover his strength. He recalled the flaws in his swordplay during the battle and began to practice his sword techniques.

About an hour later, he stopped what he was doing and said to Fang Yang, "Senior Brother Fang, I'm going to the next level now."

Fang Yang, sword in hand, stood up, walked to his side, glanced at Chi Yan again, and then cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Junior Brother Mo, let's meet again outside."

"See you outside."

Mo Zheng returned the greeting, turned around to look at the seventh-level heavenly ladder in front of him, and prepared to jump up.

"boom!"

At that moment, a sudden change occurred!

But then Fang Yang, who was standing next to Mo Zheng, suddenly rammed into Mo Zheng without warning. At that moment, he seemed to transform into a cold iceberg, and his powerful martial arts intent instantly enveloped Mo Zheng's body!

Under the impact of this martial arts intent, Mo Zheng, who was caught off guard, was stunned for a moment and confused!

In that instant, Fang Yang's body slammed into his, unleashing all the power of a Perfected Bone and Tendon Realm cultivator. Although Mo Zheng regained his senses, he had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as the other crashed into him!

After being strengthened by the Sunfire Fruit, Fang Yang's strength was even stronger than that of an ordinary person at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm. Mo Zheng was slightly inferior to him, not to mention that Mo Zheng was not able to resist at all!

He was like an arrow released from a bow, plummeting straight down into the sea of ​​lava and fire below!

A terrifying force impacted Mo Zheng's body. Mo Zheng felt a sweet taste in his throat, and then spat out a mouthful of blood.

But at this critical moment of life and death, Mo Zheng could no longer care about the injuries on his body. He immediately unleashed all his mental power, intending to lift his body into the air.

His mental power was far stronger than his own physical strength, comparable to a strike from an ordinary internal organ cultivator, so lifting a person was naturally a piece of cake.

However, within that sea of ​​lava and fire, an incredibly powerful suction force suddenly arose. This force was so strong that Mo Zheng had no chance to resist it. It dragged his body downwards, and his mental power was completely unable to help him levitate!

"Get up! Get up!"

Mo Zheng frantically activated his mental power, his black hair flying wildly. The clash between his mental power and the suction force made Mo Zheng feel as if his body was about to be torn apart.

But it still didn't work.

His mental power was utterly insignificant under this incredible suction force.

"Fang Yang!"

Knowing he was doomed, Mo Zheng's eyes widened in fury as he stared at the black figure peering out from the heavenly ladder, and roared in anger.

He never expected that the other party would attack him!

If he had known, with his external martial arts skills having mastered the Gale Sword Intent, dodging such an attack would have been an easy task.

Wielding the divine weapon Crimson Flame, it's no exaggeration to say that a single wield of fiery sword energy would be enough to kill Fang Yang!

But now, he himself has fallen into the abyss of death.

Why? Why is all of this happening?!

"Don't blame me, blame yourself for being too trusting!"

Fang Yang coldly watched Mo Zheng fall continuously and said calmly.

He watched Mo Zheng fall, fall, and struggle desperately, a slow smile appearing on his lips.

It's no use, all these struggles are futile.

He wasn't the first to reach the third level.

Before him, a disciple from a powerful family also entered these three trials. However, when he was fighting the silver figure, he accidentally fell down. This person actually carried a grappling hook and threw it out in an attempt to hook onto the ladder to avoid being engulfed in flames, but in the end it was all in vain.

The terrifying suction force of the magma sea tore the ropes off and swallowed the disciple whole.

Mo Zheng will naturally follow in that disciple's footsteps.

As he expected, Mo Zheng's falling speed increased, faster and faster. Even though Mo Zheng used all his strength and kept changing his posture, he was still falling rapidly downwards.

The heat was terrifying; he was drenched in sweat, and even his hair was starting to steam, as if it were about to catch fire.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Mo Zheng brandished his divine weapon, unleashing seven or eight fiery sword energies at the nearby magma, attempting to escape using the recoil from the sword energy.

Unfortunately, the fiery sword energy fell into the lava and was immediately melted by the high temperature. The slight force of the counterattack was nothing compared to the terrifying suction force!

No, I must live! I absolutely must live!

Mo Zheng still had too many concerns, how could he be willing to die, especially at the hands of such a villain?

He waved his crimson sword repeatedly, unleashing a torrent of sword energy. The immense strain was almost too much for Mo Zheng's body to handle, yet he still resolutely unleashed his sword energy with unwavering determination.

However, it was still in vain.

Finally, Mo Zheng's body touched the magma.

With a "plop," countless sparks flew up.

Listen to the sound of a heavy object falling into water.

Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and the coldness on his face completely turned into a smug smile.

"Mo Zheng, you are finally dead."

"You can't blame me. Who told you to be so trusting? A peerless genius like you, countless people want to take your place..."

die!"

He recalled the other party's terrifying cultivation speed, having only spent a little over three years comprehending the martial arts essence, and how much benefit he had gained from the second stage of possession and comprehension. He couldn't help but feel a little sour.

He spent ten years at the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy, never slacking off in his training, yet he never grasped the essence of the art.

How much did he have to sacrifice to get here?

Using the Sunfire Fruit as a wager, he risked using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, a secret technique that could kill, to successfully reach the third level, and even while climbing the Heavenly Ladder, he suffered numerous injuries.

Why not argue?

After passing the second trial, he still had the mood to seclude himself for three days before climbing the Heavenly Ladder of the Transcendent Palace. Moreover, he easily passed through the six levels without suffering a single injury, which made him insanely jealous!

If they were outside, he really wouldn't have the intention to kill Mo Zheng. Firstly, he couldn't beat him, and secondly, killing him would be pointless.

But things are different now.

They had all had the opportunity to enter the second stage, and this time, the opportunity to possess and comprehend martial arts directly allowed Fang Yang to also comprehend the essence of martial arts. Moreover, he was confident that he could master the hidden force technique and become a martial saint.

"Among the younger generation of the Hun Tian Sect, one Martial Saint seed is enough. I don't want to live in your shadow forever."

"Who told you to be so exceptionally talented?"

Fang Yang muttered to himself, "Just from the speed at which he climbed the Heavenly Ladder, I could tell that Mo Zheng's external martial arts level had far surpassed mine."

Moreover, even before entering the secret realm, the sect gifted Mo Zheng a divine weapon of fire.

This shows how much importance is attached to it?

It's pitiful that Fang Yang doesn't even have a single precious weapon, while Mo Zheng has already used a divine weapon!

I'm afraid that even if he reaches the third level after he leaves, the sect will still value Mo Zheng more because he is younger and more talented, and will naturally receive more resources!

Even if I become a Martial Saint, I'm afraid my opponent will always be above me.

What a tragic thing this is.

Fang Yang felt terrified at the thought of such a scene. He would never allow it to happen to him, and he would never allow anyone to keep pressing down on him!

You have to understand that he risked his life to get what he had!

"What a pity for this divine weapon, but with a divine weapon buried with you, you have every reason to be proud."

Fang Yang glanced at the lava below with some regret, then walked to the center of the sixth step.

As he silently uttered the words of giving up, a beam of white light suddenly appeared, enveloping his entire body.

hum!

His figure vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving only an endless sea of ​​lava flowing continuously below the cliff.

No one knew that Mo Zheng, the most talented disciple of the Hun Tian Sect, had been swallowed up by this sea of ​​lava and fire.