infinite power system

Chapter 216 Nirvana
A golden broken sword, with the same shape as the pawn crossing the river, was formed by Tang Feng's divine consciousness. At this moment, it bloomed with sharp sword light, as gorgeous as a golden sun.

hum.

The sword was shining brightly, soaring up to the sky, striking the rickety old man Cannian.

"How is it possible, just a boy of the first rank of the Soul Realm, even if he stands in the realm of killing immortals, his consciousness will not reach the first rank of the Origin Realm."

Cannian was terrified and screamed loudly.

What he didn't know was that the strength of Tang Feng's spiritual consciousness was already comparable to that of a master of the sixth-grade Origin Realm. Now that he is in the real field of killing immortals, it is quite normal for the strength of his spiritual consciousness to reach the peak of the first-grade Origin Realm.

"First disturb my mind, and then insult my ancestors of the human race, you should be beheaded!"

Tang Feng's voice was indifferent, and the sword of divine consciousness clanked.

He swayed the sword intent of knocking down the sky with his spiritual consciousness, and his power became even more terrifying. When the sword body trembled, endless rays of light fell down, causing the void to shake for a while.

"A boy with no hair at all, dare to teach me?"

The rickety old man drank, his voice was like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other, hoarse and piercing.

While speaking, the skull turned into a black mist rolled up from his remnant thoughts and covered Tang Feng.

However, he missed himself, but left afterimages and fled to the distance.

"I said you deserve to die, then you have no other result other than death."

Tang Feng's sword of divine consciousness shook, and immediately scattered the large black mist, and then he cut out a large piece of sword light, forming a pool of swords, blocking the way forward for the rickety old man.

"How dare you kill me?"

Seeing that he could not escape, the heart of the rickety old man was completely hardened, and he screamed loudly, wanting to fight Tang Feng for his life.

"Why don't you dare?"

Tang Feng didn't want to be naughty anymore, and directly swept down the sky-knocking sword intent, and it seemed that he was about to completely kill the rickety old man.

"It's useless for you to kill me, your human race...is doomed to perish, just wait, this day won't be too long!"

The rickety old man sneered and fought back desperately, but to no avail. In the end, he disappeared under Tang Feng's Heaven-knocking sword intent.

Tang Feng returned to his spiritual sense, his eyes were slightly cold.

"Sure enough, in the great war ten thousand years ago, Bingzu was fighting against the great turmoil. After ten thousand years, the great turmoil will strike again."

Tang Feng frowned. After such a long time, the big turmoil finally began to emerge, but the specific situation of the big turmoil was still unclear.

Rubbing his brows, Tang Feng stood up and half-knelt down in front of the black spar.

Afterwards, he ignited a ray of soul fire and burned the pool of black pus and blood to pay homage to the deceased soldier ancestor.

"Senior Bingzu, ten thousand years ago, you fought until your armor was broken; ten thousand years later, our generation will take over the banner!"

Tang Feng knelt down and saluted earnestly. He really admired and appreciated Bing Zu.

Rumble.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the palace, and the jade floor shrank, revealing a large black hole.

Under the big hole, there is a pool of blood.

"The Shedding Pond!"

Tang Feng saw the three large characters by the pool, iron hooks and silver paintings. Although the characters were ancient, they were full of spiritual thoughts.

The pool of blood was calm, but wisps of heat were emitting, and occasionally a bubble would appear.

Tang Feng didn't move rashly. He first checked the third floor of the Demon Tower. After finding no space magic circle, he came to the entrance of the cave again, jumped down, and stood on the edge of the blood pool.

"The Shedding Pond..."

Tang Feng whispered, and after a little thought, he still walked into the blood pool.

In an instant, an inexplicable flame burst out from the pool of blood, burning the clothes on his body to ashes.

"what!"

Tang Feng couldn't help but let out a groan. The water in the pool was boiling hot, beyond the limits of the world. It didn't look like a pool at all, but like the center of the sun.

However, while the muscles and bones were being roasted, a special substance in the pool water also entered Tang Feng's body, giving Tang Feng benefits.

"So that's how it is. Shedding the Mortal Pond, this is a test. If you pass it, then you will shed your mortal body. If you can't survive it, then the ashes will return to ashes."

Tang Feng gritted his teeth and insisted that he needs to cultivate now, so even if this pool of blood is accompanied by danger, he is willing to try it.

……

Yunqin Taihua City, this is the location of the alchemy association in the southern part of the Yunqin Empire, and many famous alchemists have gathered in the first place.

Today, the number of alchemists here has doubled for some reason.

In the hall of the Danhui ancient building, an old man with white beard and hair sat upright as the chief, holding a cup of tea with a slightly trembling hand, and took a leisurely sip.

He is Fan Ke, an alchemist who was well-known in Yunqin before Jiazi, and has an extremely outstanding status in the entire line of alchemists.It's just that as time passed, he got older, so he gradually faded out of the core of power.

However, his influence and right to speak are unquestionable, because now a quarter of the power core of the alchemist lineage is his disciples.

At this moment, the old man finished his tea, put the teacup gently on the table, with a cane in both hands, with a smile on his face, his eyes swept over a respectful and respectful famous alchemist, and finally stopped at On a short alchemist.

Duan Heng!

"Master Fan."

Duan Heng stepped forward and saluted Fan Ke.

"Xiao Duan, two months ago, I asked you to bring that son of Dan to me for a look, but you said he had something to do, and he would not come until two months later. But now that the time has come, he didn't come again. What else do you have to say?"

Fan Ke looked at Duan Heng with a smile. Although his words were not harsh, there was an invisible sense of oppression.

"Master Fan, son of Dan... the son of Dan may have important matters, so he was delayed."

Duan Heng has always been strong, but facing the old man Fan Ke, he had to bow his head at this time.

"Oh? There's something important again, Xiao Duan. Does the son of Dan have something important to do, or is he afraid of coming, afraid of being exposed that he is not the son of Dan!"

Fan Ke was still smiling, and his words were still casual, but the inexplicable sense of oppression was even stronger.

"Master Fan, you have to believe..."

Duan Heng raised his head, looked directly at Fan Ke, and wanted to refute Tang Feng, but was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

"Xiao Duan, I know, he is a desolate son after all, and it is right for young people to love vanity. I only hope that he can admit that he is not the son of Dan, so that everyone will not be embarrassed, don't you think so?"

Fan Ke said with a smile.

"Well, I'll give him another two days. If he still doesn't come, you, as the first person to call him Dan's son...you can only be punished for him."

"As for the punishment, it's very simple. Your identity as an alchemist will be deprived, and all your assets will belong to the alchemist's lineage."

"Duan Heng, do you agree?"

Duan Heng frowned, but although he was in a detached position, he still seemed too immature in front of Fan Ke, so...

He could only nod in agreement.

However, there was a woman's voice that sounded inappropriately.

"I disagree!"

(End of this chapter)