C1192 Ascension Scale
C1192 Ascension Scale
The Feather Clan youth, Gu Jian, walked forward with a smile on his face and asked Fann Tian with a calm expression. It was as if the big battle which was dripping with blood just now had never happened before, as if it was just like floating clouds in his eyes.
Fann Tian's sharp gaze swept across Ye Feng and he groaned, "This Demon General's ambition is set in the Fetal Martial Vein, a mere second floor's Token Lord, is nothing!"
After speaking, he strode forth, heading towards the 3rd level.
The water clan Red-Haired Woman also looked at Ye Feng with his deep eyes. After muttering to himself for a while, he did not say much and went up to the third floor with the other three.
"Human Clan Bloke, save your head. Once I take the Martial Vein, I will personally take it for you!"
Ba Lu roared fiercely at Ye Feng.
"Ignorant Barbarian Dog, I'll give these words to you as well, but your brain is useless, you can only use them to feed the dogs." Ye Feng's expression was calm, and did not have any intentions of speaking nonsense with him, but Zhong Lee, who was at his side, revealed his lips and retaliated.
The hatred between the two parties could not be resolved, and sooner or later, a life and death battle would occur with Ba Lu.
"Hmph, let's go!"
Ba Lu spat out fiercely, then led the four robust men of Barbarian Clan to charge forward.
The other three Human Clan Martial Cultivator s did not immediately go up to the third floor. After discussing for a while, one of the tall and skinny men took his Flying Feather Flower and stayed on the second floor while the other two continued to climb up.
"It's better to have something than nothing …" That's a good choice. "
Ye Feng nodded and said softly.
Other than the young man who looked like an iron tower, the other two Human Clan Martial Cultivator s had cultivation bases around Eighth Level of Void Stage. Their strengths were not weak, but they were definitely not strong.
"Let's continue!"
Just as he was about to bring Zhong Lee and Su Yun away, Gu Jian flew over and cupped his hands at Ye Feng with a smile. "Not only is my friend's martial power outstanding, your Spirit power is also extremely brilliant. After breaking through my illusions twice in a row, I am endlessly impressed."
Ye Feng became cautious.
This Feather Clan youth's methods were strange, and no matter what, he was always smiling, with a harmless look, without revealing anything. He was young, but his shrewdness was terrifying.
"It's just luck. Brother Gu's illusion is indeed impressive …"
Ye Feng laughed and nodded his head.
He did not want to have anything to do with the Feather Clan youth in front of him.
"There are still many hurdles and dangers lurking around. My friends have offended quite a few people. If you need any help, I'm willing to do my best."
Gu Jian said with a sincere face, showing no signs of any ulterior motives.
But the more it was like that, the more vigilance Ye Feng had, such a person, how could he so easily choose to form a relationship with him?
"If there is a need, I naturally hope that brother Gu can help out a little …"
This thought flashed crazily in Ye Feng's mind as he tried to guess Gu Jian's intentions. The other party had expressed goodwill to the Spirit Demon Race the moment they arrived and even called Fann Tian brother. Now that they saw that his strength was not ordinary and he even extended an olive branch to him, it was truly inconceivable.
However, his Feather Clan was powerful, so it was not good to offend him for the time being.
Leaving them at the very back, Ye Feng and the others quickly reached the third floor of the Tower of Endlessness.
"Hmm?"
"Why are there so many steps on the third floor!"
When they arrived, they discovered that Fann Tian and the rest were standing in front of the long stairs with serious expressions.
The test before him was different from the test of one or two floors.
A long flight of steps led straight to the front. At a rough count, there were at least a hundred steps. It was as if the third, fourth, and fifth levels of the Tower of Endlessness had all been linked by one breath of air, reaching all the way to the sixth floor.
These hundred or so stairs were completely empty, and even though it seemed like there were no dangers on them, no one dared to casually step inside. The dangers that they had encountered along the way, was enough to prove the terror of Tower of Endlessness.
Ye Feng and the other two swept their eyes across the area and landed on a few large words written on the side of the stairs.
"Ascension!"
There were four large words carved out of the stone, 'Iron Hook', three parts into the stone, flickering with a misty radiance.
"Strange! Ascension Stage... Why did you appear here? "
Zhong Lee let out a soft cry from his mouth, and said in surprise: "According to the < Divine Martial Wonderland >, there are strange stones in the abyss of the dead spirits, they form their own stairs and are born from the aura of death. If Martial Cultivator can pass this, in the future, when they have the chance to ascend to the God Stage, this would be the legendary long ascend to the Divine Realm."
"Did you record that the ninety-nine levels of Divine Stages should be within the Dead Spirit Abyss? Why were they brought over to the Tower of Endlessness?"
Zhong Lee was puzzled.
Towards such a thing, Ye Feng was already used to it. Previously, wasn't the Sea of Desire also not an object from the Tower of Endlessness?
Furthermore, to step onto the Divine Staircase, then you will have the chance to step onto the God Stage in the future? The benefits were hard to imagine.
Just as Ye Feng was deep in thought, the demon general in front, Fann Tian, could no longer hold back.
"This Demon General is one of the people from the God Stage in the future. "Haha …"
With one foot stepping on the first step, he did not know what he had encountered, but Fann Tian's body clearly swayed slightly, but very quickly he stabilized.
After a slight pause, Fann Tian's eyes were firm and he continued to walk up.
With someone at the front, the other Martial Cultivator s of the other clans naturally swarmed forward, not willing to lag behind.
"Let's go too!"
With a slight focus, Ye Feng walked up the stairs. As soon as he stepped on, both sides of his body were assaulted by the cold wind.
"To be formed by the Divine Stages absorbing the death aura from within the abyss, it should be a test of our Martial Cultivator's dao heart."
Zhong Lee was clearly by his side, but his voice sounded very far away.
Ye Feng nodded his head indifferently, this little bit of Yin Wind would not pose any threat to him, but he would not be careless. After taking in a deep breath and taking a few quick steps, when Ye Feng stepped onto the fifth step, suddenly, his vision blurred and countless white bones suddenly appeared.
Corpses littered the ground and skeletons covered the ground. It was a scene of surging death.
"Tai!"
With an explosive shout, he focused his mind. He ignored the piles of bones beneath his feet and firmly stepped upwards. No matter how the endless deathly aura attacked him again and again, his heart remained as firm as a rock to defend his heart.
The speed was slow and steady.
In the time it took for an incense to burn, Ye Feng had ascended about thirty steps. In the vicinity, there were changes to the bones as well as the howling of the cold wind. In front of him was a terrifying creature from hell, condensed from fresh blood and bones.
In front of him was an endless sea of fire, within his field of vision, he could vaguely see Martial Cultivator being killed.
"Colourless and formless, everything is dust."
Ye Feng took a light breath and closed his eyes.
He was no longer a rookie that had initially stepped on the path of martial arts. After experiencing countless massacres, he had brushed shoulders with the Death God again and again.
Ah!
Not far away, there were several miserable screams. Some of the water beasts and Barbarian Clan Martial Cultivator s were covered in sweat, and their bodies swayed as they tumbled down the stairs.
On the thirty-third floor, a dark red Flying Feather Flower was shining brightly. The last Human Clan Martial Cultivator beside the Iron-Towered Man let out a loud roar and grabbed the beast in his hands.
Let's see if he can stay here for two hours …