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Chapter 416 The Fifth Floor!
"Then there should be the Qilin Palace!"

Nangong Yu stared at the black vortex with scorching eyes.

And Nie Feng was also secretly observing the Qilin Palace.

Naturally.

Nie Feng could only think of this word.

The huge Qilin Palace, on the surface, does not appear to have any traces of chiseling, nor any traces of building piles. It seems to be a natural palace. The bluestone is shining brightly under the scorching sun, and it looks similar to jade.

"There are dangers in the Qilin Palace every step of the way, and it is said that there is an ancient formation engraved in it, which can send people directly into the trial tower. Only by passing the test of the fighting spirit in the trial tower can we truly enter the Qilin Palace. Everyone must be careful !"

Just when everyone wanted to go in, Shangguan Ru suddenly said.

"When I was young, I also heard from the elders in the family that the nine-story trial tower is guarded by the battle spirits of nine ancient masters. If you want to enter the Qilin Palace, you must pass the test of those battle spirits."

Jiang Longda nodded.

Peng Xueyun frowned slightly, "I just don't know which floor we will be teleported to. If we are lucky, we may be teleported directly to the ninth floor. Then we can enter the Qilin Palace as long as we pass the test of the ninth floor battle spirit."

"But if you are unlucky and you are teleported to the second or third floor, or the first floor, then you will be in trouble."

"Young Master Shangguan, what floor of the trial tower was he transported to, the old Patriarch of Shangguan?"

Duan Zhengyang suddenly looked at Shangguanru and asked.

"The fifth floor."

Shangguanru said frankly: "Grandpa, when he entered the Qilin Palace, was teleported to the fifth floor of the trial tower, and he was fighting with a battle spirit of an ancient Buddhist master, who was proficient in the qigong of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and the method of subduing magic wands. "

"The battle spirits in the trial tower will show different strengths depending on the challenger's cultivation level. Generally speaking, they may be at the same level, or a small level higher."

"and……"

Shangguanru's face was a little dignified, and he continued: "I also heard from my grandfather that if you decide to accept the test of the trial tower, you will not be able to retreat. There are only two results. Either defeat the battle spirit or be killed by the battle spirit. There is a third result, so the trial tower is covered with white bones, in addition to the disciples of our eight great families, there are also many corpses of foreign invaders."

While everyone was talking, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from under the yellow sand in front of the hall, and then rushed behind the black vortex while everyone was astonished.

"court death!"

Jiang Longda's face changed slightly.

A bright sword qi was instantly cut out, but the sword qi was quickly swallowed by the black vortex.

"It's a member of the Moro religion again!"

Shangguanru could see very clearly that the clothes on that black figure were embroidered with flame patterns unique to the Mara religion.

"Let's go in too, lest those villains take the lead!"

Everyone unfolded their figures.

Rushed towards the black vortex.

At the moment of entering the black vortex.

Nie Feng suddenly felt dizzy, the situation was almost the same as when he entered the Bronze Hall in the ancient city.

When he felt that his feet were firmly on the ground, he was really shocked.

He seemed to have come to the starry sky, and in front of him was a pagoda reaching the sky, with black light shining all over it, as if it was made of meteorite iron. Nie Feng took a few steps back, carefully counted the number of layers on it, and It should be on the fifth floor now.

"This is the trial tower?"

Nie Feng looked around and found that he seemed to be the only one in the fifth-floor trial tower, and the other disciples from the eight great families were presumably teleported to other places.

"Five, six, seven, eight, nine..."

Nie Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

That is to say, I have to defeat five battle spirits in a row before I can enter the center of the Qilin Palace. I don't have much time left for myself, but fortunately, there is only him on this floor, so there is no need to hide his cultivation, and he can directly display his strength. The internal power of the gods, and many ancient martial arts combat skills.

Made up my mind.

Nie Feng took a deep breath and walked towards the tower door ahead.

Before he came to the tower gate, before he pushed it open, the heavy gate suddenly opened a gap, enough for a person to easily enter.

It was slightly dark in front of my eyes.

Nie Feng had already entered the tower.

The structure inside the pagoda is very simple, there are almost no decorations, and the space is a hundred feet square. There is only a humanoid statue standing on the edge of the pagoda. It looks like a Buddhist monk, dressed in cassock and holding a Zen staff.

Nie Feng remembered what Shangguan Ru said outside, the guardian of the fifth floor of the trial tower is an ancient Buddhist master, should it be this?
I thought so in my heart.

Nie Feng walked forward slowly.

But when he walked up to the statue, he couldn't help but gasped. He saw that the corner behind the statue was filled with scattered black bones, and the cracks on it were still clearly visible, especially the cracks on the top door of the skulls. , It was obviously caused by an extremely fierce martial arts.

These are all martial arts masters who have wanted to enter the Qilin Palace for thousands of years, but in the end they were lost on the fifth floor. A flicker of golden light will prove it.

Just when Nie Feng was shocked, the statue of the Buddhist monk suddenly glowed red, and the body of iron and stone transformed into the flesh and blood of ordinary people at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Another one to die!"

An old monk dressed in cassock and a beard like snow appeared in front of Nie Feng.

After the old monk appeared, the Zen stick in his hand hit the ground heavily.

An extremely domineering zhenqi immediately rushed towards Nie Feng along the ground, like an earth dragon turning over.

Nie Feng took his time.

With his hands behind his back, he floated back.

The true energy hidden beneath the ground burst out and directly shattered the two thick bluestone slabs.

"kill!"

While Nie Feng retreated, the old monk also waved his Zen stick in his hand, and flew to chase after Nie Feng. The bright Buddha light turned into a vajra statue behind him. Faintly turned into a prison and trapped Nie Feng.

"interesting……"

Nie Feng felt the restraining force coming from the surroundings, and punched forward with his fist. The fist as thick as a mountain pierced through the air, breaking the swastika Buddha seal, but those broken swastika Buddha seals did not dissipate. Instead, they condense again and press down on Nie Feng again.

"This should be the martial arts of ancient Buddhism."

When Nie Feng saw that the swastika Buddha seals were broken and condensed again, he already had a guess in his heart, and he didn't know how the seniors of the eight great families restrained the fighting spirits of these top masters and drove them to use for themselves .

"King Kong subdues demons!"

At this time, the old monk had already reached the top of Nie Feng's head, and the Zen staff in his hand fell down like mountains, and the ground around him was smashed before he could reach his strength.

"Senior is best at the unique knowledge of Buddhism, and this junior also learns a thing or two from Buddhist martial arts, and I hope that senior can give me more advice!"

Nie Feng gave a soft drink.

Thousands of golden lights suddenly burst out of his body, wrapped around his body like a battle armor, and then he sat on the horse with his waist down, raised his arms upwards, and with both arms he forcibly resisted the blow of the Zen staff in the old monk's hand.

Arhat's Divine Fist - Raising Fire to Burn the Sky!
This move to burn the sky is a move in the secret Arhat Divine Fist in the Daleiyin Temple, the holy land of Buddhism in ancient times. All the disciples of the Daleiyin Temple must practice this boxing method to exercise their muscles and bones when they enter the Daleiyin Temple. It is also owned by the Daleiyin Temple The foundation of martial arts.

The moves and movements seem simple and simple, but they are back to the basics, and they are as ingenious as they are clumsy.

This is what Nie Feng learned from those seniors who lived in seclusion in the secret realm of the ancient city. They have survived since ancient times, and the orthodoxy they passed on has basically become extinct. Therefore, he devoted all his efforts to Nie Feng and Qi Zhao. Give it all.

clang!
The Zen rod made of mixed iron fell from the sky and hit Nie Feng's arm fiercely, and there was a heavy sound like a loud bell.

The bright golden light mixed together, splashing around like muddy water, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

Nie Feng took more than a dozen steps back, and the green bricks on the bottom of his feet were shattered with every step, while the old monk was thrown into the air by the shock, and he turned his body in the air three times before removing most of the bricks. With strength, his feet landed firmly on the ground, and the blue bricks were also crushed.

There was a look of surprise in the old monk's eyes.

Although he is a battle spirit, his sanity has not been erased.

"Arhat Divine Fist!"

The old monk looked at Nie Feng with burning eyes, and said, "Aren't you a disciple of the so-called Eight Great Aristocratic Families?"

"Yes, you are absolutely not!"

The old monk put away his Zen staff and said, "Otherwise, you would not be able to understand Arhat's Divine Fist. This is the foundation-building martial art secretly handed down by the Great Leiyin Temple. There has never been a secret book handed down to the world, and it is passed down from master to disciple by word of mouth."

"Senior's eyes are like torches."

Nie Feng also dissipated the internal strength of Arhat Divine Fist, saying: "This junior is indeed not a disciple of the Eight Great Aristocratic Families."

"But your martial arts methods also have the shadows of the eight great families..." The old monk turned his mind, and a light green light flashed between his eyebrows, as if a vertical pupil appeared between his eyebrows, and soon a dazed look appeared on his face .

"I see."

The old monk's expression also slowed down a lot, and said: "You did not enter the Qilin Palace for the sake of the Eight Great Families, but to take advantage of your status as a disciple of the Eight Great Families. As for the purpose... I don't think it will be good for them."

"you……"

Nie Feng frowned.

He didn't understand how the old monk guessed his purpose.

"Forget it."

The old monk seemed to see his doubts, and said: "Although the Poor Monk's Fate Master is only a first realization, and he cannot see through the past, present, and future events of the three generations, but he can also see some things in the dark, and the poor monk saw it just now." You "became the main person who overturned the eight great families."

"Fate?"

Nie Feng was a little taken aback.

It is said that the eminent monks and great virtues of ancient Buddhism can produce supernatural powers in their bodies after they have practiced to a certain level.

He suspected that he had opened the Celestial Eye before, but since Wang Chongyang was distracted and awakened last time, all the abilities seemed to have gradually disappeared, and even the various martial arts cheats he had copied with his merits had also disappeared.

He even said that the golden light of his merits and virtues in the Bronze Tripod of the Sea of ​​Consciousness can only be used to help him recover his skills, and it has no other use.

"Let's go."

The nameless old monk touched the void with the Zen stick in his hand.

A vortex shining with colorful light appeared in midair.

"That's the entrance to the sixth floor of the trial tower, go in."

"do not fight?"

Nie Feng felt even more strange.

"do not fight."

The old monk looked a little gloomy, and said: "Your cultivation base is about the same as that of the poor monk, and you both possess Buddhist special skills, so it's meaningless to fight, it's just a waste of time, and you are the enemy of the eight great families. What the monk hopes to see, if it is not for the poor monk who cannot leave here, even if the primordial spirit is broken up, the so-called eight great families will be destroyed!"

The old monk's words revealed a lot of resentment, and the murderous intent seemed to have condensed into substance. Nie Feng felt that the air around him became much colder. The Eight Great Aristocratic Families are also capable of forcing a monk to this level. .

"that……"

Nie Feng nodded and said, "Senior, I'll go to the business first, and I'll come to you after I finish the business."

The old monk nodded.

But just before Nie Feng was about to enter the vortex, he suddenly said: "If your goal this time is the Qilin Sword, I advise you not to touch that thing and let people from the Eight Great Aristocratic Families touch it. That thing is a hot potato. Anyone who touches it will not be able to get rid of it, and hundreds of people will not be able to fill the belly of the sword without dying."

"What do you mean by this senior?"

Nie Feng originally wanted to get the Qilin Sword, but now listening to the old monk, it seems that the sword is not a good thing.

"That's all for now, it's all up to you."

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned into a statue again, and the ground that was crushed just now was restored to its original state, as if everything had never happened.

Nie Feng was surprised.

After flashing into the colorful vortex.

When he stepped on the ground again, nothing seemed to have changed in front of him.

If it wasn't for the different appearance of the statue, Nie Feng might think that the old man was lying to him.

"You defeated the old monk at Lingtai?"

A faint voice came.

The statue has turned into a flesh and blood body, with a refined face, light blue clothes, and a sharp long sword in his hand. It looks very similar to Gu Feixian and Lu Chengfeng. This similarity does not mean appearance. Rather, it refers to the momentum and measure exuded.

"wrong……"

The man in the green shirt shook his head slightly, his eyes showed surprise, and said: "The old monk at Lingtai didn't fight you?"

"No."

Nie Feng said: "The junior and the master only passed one trick."

"one move?"

The man in the green shirt seemed to have thought of something, and said: "Since this is the case, I will only make one strike. As long as you can catch my strike without any damage, I will let you go to the seventh floor."

"Senior, please!"

The man in the green shirt turned the long sword lightly in his hand.

Nie Feng suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around.

"Ok?"

Nie Feng didn't pay attention at first.

But soon he realized, how could there be a sudden gust of wind here in the trial tower in the Qilin Palace?

Just when Nie Feng was puzzled, the wind around him gradually became fierce, but in just a few short breaths, a huge whirlwind appeared in front of his eyes, roaring towards him angrily.

The sword intent is piercingly cold!

(End of this chapter)