Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 1793 The Holy Emperor's Bet! (3 more)
With a flash of golden light all over his body, Ling Feng directly ascended to the ninth floor of the Tower of Apocalypse.

This time, it was not nine opponents who were facing each other, but a golden phantom holding a long sword.

For some reason, when he saw this golden phantom, a very strange idea came to Ling Feng's heart.

This "shadow", his eyes, are not as empty as the opponents on the lower floors, but instead reveal a feeling of calm and prestige, like a high-ranking person.

Ling Feng couldn't help feeling that his thoughts were a little ridiculous.

Obviously it's just a trial object, what a superior person is, it's just ridiculous.

However, that golden shadow clearly seemed to be looking at him, and there was even a hint of admiration.

The test subjects of the Tower of Apocalypse are actually admiring themselves?
Ling Feng himself felt that this was too ridiculous.

Sensing that this test subject was a little different from others, Ling Feng couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, senior..."

Before he could finish speaking, the golden phantom had already stabbed him with a sword.

Whoosh!
The sound of breaking wind came, there was no fancy, and the speed of the sword was so fast that even Ling Feng almost had the feeling that he couldn't keep up.

"Why has the difficulty suddenly increased so much?"

Ling Feng was a little surprised, this golden phantom seemed not only intelligent, but also had its own unique fighting style.

Even, there are other more things.

It's as if, it's just a marionette, and behind it, there are other masters.

However, it was too late for Ling Feng to think more.

Out of the sword!

Match!

clang!
In the clash of swords, Ling Feng retreated dozens of steps before he managed to stabilize his figure.

The golden phantom gave him the feeling that it was like an invincible myth.

However, the more so, a raging fighting spirit ignited in Ling Feng's heart.

"bring it on!"

In an instant, the killing sword intent was activated to the extreme, and the energy-forging Hunyuan lock and the divine power of the dragon and elephant also erupted almost instantly.

Chi la la!
The whole body of Ling Feng was scorching with flames and lightning surged. When facing such a formidable "opponent", Ling Feng had basically used all his trump cards.

On the opposite side of the golden phantom, there was a faint curve at the corner of the mouth.

Perhaps out of surprise, Ling Feng didn't lose his fighting spirit because of this.

Like a flowing light, the golden phantom instantly disappeared from Ling Feng's field of vision. Ling Feng only felt infinite murderous intent enveloping him, and every hair stood on end.

For a moment, the whole space was eerily quiet, and time seemed to stand still. Ling Feng could even hear the sound of his own blood flowing through his veins.

It seems that I have fallen into eternal sinking in a long time.

That's it, is it over?

A lazy voice came from Ling Feng's mind, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep at any moment.

He suddenly felt sleepy and tired, as if he didn't even want to move a finger!

"No! This is not the ending I want!"

The next moment, an incomparable belief erupted from the depths of Ling Feng's heart, and bang, the world seemed to shatter.

Ling Feng only felt that the space he was in was cracked like a mirror.

Click!

Click!

Everything fell apart, including the sleeping self.

Cold sweat drenched the clothes on his back. Ling Feng had a feeling that if he had chosen to sleep just now, it was very possible that the self in the mirror would be his end.

"Huh...huh..."

Ling Feng panted heavily, the surrounding scene seemed to have completely changed, and the golden phantom had disappeared.

In the distance, there seemed to be a light cluster suspended in mid-air.

With a thought, Ling Feng took the ball of light over and saw a jade slip the size of a palm in the ball of light.

On the jade slip, there is a row of small characters engraved: All attributes of physique, there is no match for this physique that is suitable for exercises.

"Ha ha……"

Ling Feng couldn't help but rolled his eyes, because he was too strong to get the reward?

When Ling Feng was secretly depressed, an extremely terrifying energy surged from the jade slip.

Thunder and flames intertwined in the jade slips, and Ling Feng's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Inscription of attribute rules!"

Ling Feng couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. This is equivalent to having a master who directly imparted his understanding of the power of these two attributes and rules to himself as if enlightened.

This is much more precious than any secret technique!
"Ha ha!"

Ling Feng suddenly burst into ecstasy, this trip to Yunluo Holy Land was not in vain!

……

In the depths of Yunluo Holy Land, in a large hall, a middle-aged man who looked like a fairy slowly opened his eyes.

If Ling Feng was here, seeing these eyes would definitely feel extremely familiar.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a circular light curtain, and the image in the light curtain was an old man sitting on the back of a turtle, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile.

"Sage Emperor Donghua, what do you think of this son's qualifications?"

the old man asked with a smile.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was the head teacher of Yunluo Holy Land and Yue Huaqing's master.

"Peerless wealth!"

The Holy Emperor Donghua stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Mr. Gui, for having such a beloved disciple."

I'm afraid the old man is not qualified to be his master yet!
Gui Lao shook his head and smiled, without saying a word, he just said slowly: "Sage Emperor Donghua keeps his word, so he should be willing to bet and admit defeat now."

Emperor Donghua shook his head and smiled wryly, then nodded, "Naturally, please rest assured, Mr. Gui."

It turned out that the opponent that Ling Feng had just met on the ninth floor of the Tower of Apocalypse was actually an incarnation of the Holy Emperor Donghua.

Ling Feng's feeling was not wrong.

Donghua Shengdi made a bet with Guisheng that if Ling Feng could defeat the incarnation, Donghua Shengdi would give Ling Feng a seal of five emperors hidden in Yunluo Holy Land.

But it turned out that Gui Lao had already arranged everything.

With Gui Lao's ingenious calculations, how could Ling Feng actually steal the Five Emperor Seals?

"That kid is indeed a talent of the heavens. The five emperors are sealed in the hands of this deity. After thousands of years, they may not be able to gather them all. It is better to complete this kid. If the opportunity comes, maybe I can benefit a lot from Yunluo Holy Land. "

As the master of the holy land, the vision and state of mind of Donghua Sacred Emperor naturally far surpassed that of ordinary warriors.

He specially presented the inscription of the sixth-order thunder fire rules to Ling Feng, which can be regarded as a kindness to Ling Feng first, so that Ling Feng can repay his kindness.

"Hahaha!"

Gui Laolang laughed, the so-called seeing through but not telling the truth, Gui Laohe is an old man, so he naturally smiles without saying a word.

"When the kid comes out of the Tower of Apocalypse, the deity will summon him."

Donghua Shengdi looked at the light curtain in front of him, and said lightly: "It's just that the Xuandi seal in my hand is not rare, but the last Qingdi seal is said to have been under the control of the Blood Shadow League. Guilao thought, How can this young man collect the last five emperor seals?"

"In the dark, free arrangement."

Gui Lao smiled lightly: "All I can do is to do my best and obey the destiny."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Emperor Donghua smiled faintly, "This deity should keep his promise."

"That's it, I thank you in advance."

Gui Lao nodded, and the light curtain gradually disappeared, leaving only the Holy Emperor Donghua in the huge hall.

"Unfortunately, such a talented person is not someone from Yunluo Holy Land."

Emperor Donghua sighed softly. It has been hundreds of years since he became the lord of the Holy Land, and he has never experienced such fluctuations in his heart.

"Cultivation is not enough."

Emperor Donghua smiled wryly, sat cross-legged, and fell into meditation again.

(End of this chapter)