"The inner demon world..." A strange expression appeared on Xu Feng's face.
I originally thought that the Heart Demon Realm was a ninth-level secret realm like the Jiuji Xuantian Great World Secret Realm, but now it seems that this is not the case!
The combat power ceiling of the Jiuji Secret Realm is the peak level nine powerhouse. Even if it is a peak level nine powerhouse who has evolved the domain, it is still different from the transcendent in essence.
In the secret realm of the Jiuji Xuantian Great World, there are quite a few level nine peak powerhouses who have evolved their domains. The powerful level nine peak cultivators even have the strength comparable to that of transcendents, but they are not true transcendents after all, and it is impossible for true transcendents to appear in the level nine secret realm.
With Xu Feng's current strength, he can be said to be able to lie flat in the ninth-level secret realm. Although he is only an eighth-level cultivator, with the blessing of the domain, his combat power can completely crush the ninth-level peak cultivator who has evolved the domain.
However, in the Heart Demon Realm, the moment he killed the Heart Demon King, Xu Feng felt the threat of death. Obviously, an even more powerful Heart Demon was rushing towards him. If he had not used the Heart Demon Order, Xu Feng believed that with his strength, it would be impossible for him to escape the pursuit of that unknown strong man!
"The inner demon world is a big world that is no weaker than the real world..." A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Xu Feng's eyes. Only in such a big world can transcendent beings exist.
"All materials have been collected. We can go to the Land of Destruction and use the holy objects of the Fire Giants to forge an evolved holy body..." Xu Feng looked at the hundreds of holy materials in the package column and the strange fire slowly rotating in his sea of consciousness, and a smile appeared on his face.
These are more than a hundred kinds of holy-grade materials, and each kind of holy-grade material can become the main material for forging holy-grade equipment. In other words, Xu Feng now has more than a hundred pieces of holy-grade equipment. In his previous life, this was something he would not even dare to think about.
"Back then, I paid almost all my fortune for a professional staff, but now..." Xu Feng sighed, shook his head, and put the experience of his previous life behind him.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye. Xu Feng practiced silently in the Wanfa Sect, and only increased his calamity power from twenty-one calamities to thirty calamities, and at the same time raised his apostle experience to the peak of level eight.
The higher the level of rob power, the more powerful the various skills Xu Feng incorporated into it will be. Now the power of Xu Feng's Soul Fire Talisman is such that one damage exceeds 800,000 points. When he launches a barrage attack and thirty Soul Fire Talismans are fired at the same time, the power is not much worse than the A-level forbidden spell in his previous life.
This is just an ordinary talisman attack, not to mention that Xu Feng also has more powerful skills.
At this time, Xu Feng finally understood why his master, the knife sharpener, was so disdainful of comprehending the artistic conception, the path of evolution, and the knife sharpening lineage. If one mastered the "Eternal Tribulations Body Sharpening Technique", then one only needed to focus on improving the Tribulation Power. The higher the level of Tribulation Power, the more damage even the most ordinary skill could cause, which was comparable to a forbidden spell. It felt like one calamity could break all the laws.
"It's not easy for ordinary cultivators to improve their Tribulation Power. It's already good if they can improve two or three levels a year..." Xu Feng thought to himself, "As an apostle of the secret realm, I also have the 'Yuan Yangzi's bond' bug. If I focus on improving my Tribulation Power, I can improve one level a day. It will only take three or four months to reach the power of a hundred Tribulations. Even if it's the power of a thousand Tribulations, it will only take three or four years..."
“With my current strength, once my Tribulation Power breaks through 100 Tribulations, the power of my ordinary-level skills will be comparable to that of a Domain-level warrior. Once I reach 1,000 Tribulations, a Soul Fire Talisman will be able to destroy the Domain of a Domain-level warrior. If I have an Evolved Saint Body by then, I will be able to stand among the top wave of people even among the Transcendents!”
“The future is promising!”
Thinking of this, Xu Feng's heart was suddenly filled with pride.
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Real world, dead man's ditch, mysterious cave
Aruba, the King of Destruction, sat on a huge rock. The hot breath around him made the air around him seem to be burning. The lava rivers were like flames, crisscrossing and covering the entire cave like a spider web. In this furnace-like heat, Aruba was like a statue of iron and stone, motionless as a mountain, and exuding a terrifying aura.
"There are three days left until the agreed date. If you don't show up, I will have to go to the land of destruction alone..." Aruba sighed, with a melancholy look in his eyes.
At this time, Aruba has recovered to his peak state! His level has reached the peak of level nine, and he has evolved into a flame domain. He is already a peak level nine domain expert!
With such strength, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a transcendent. However, before becoming a transcendent, Aruba must forge his own holy body of evolution. Otherwise, with his fire domain, even if he really becomes a transcendent, he will only be at the bottom of the list.
"Bato, the God of Death..." Aruba looked up into the depths of the cave, his eyes as deep as the abyss, as if he could see through everything, penetrate time and space, and control the fate of everything.
"With my current strength, it's still a bit too difficult to defeat the God of Death Barto..." Aruba sighed, lowered his head, and said to himself: "Xu Feng, don't let me down!"
One day, two days, three days...
The agreed time arrived, and Aruba stared at the direction of the cave entrance for a long time, but no one appeared.
Aruba's face darkened and his eyes were full of disappointment. He stood there quietly for a long time, sighed softly, and turned to walk towards the depths of the cave.
The rolling heat waves, like magical spells, enveloped the light gate, making it difficult to escape this mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.
This is a teleportation light gate that leads to the Land of Destruction. After today, this teleportation light gate will be destroyed. If Aruba cannot regain the ancestral land of the Flame Clan, the connection channel between the Land of Destruction and the real world will never be opened.
Aruba has made up his mind to fight to the death. This time, if he cannot defeat the god of death Baator and take back the ancestral land of the Flame Clan, then he is not willing to live in vain.
Aruba was ready to fight to the death. He tightly grasped the flaming sword in his hand, feeling the warmth coming from the blade, as if the glory of the Flame Clan was integrated into the sword. He took a deep breath, stared firmly at the scarlet portal, and made up his mind: this time, he must defeat the God of Death Baator and take back the ancestral land of the Flame Clan.
"If I can't defeat Barto, the God of Death, then I'll die in my ancestral land." Aruba let out a long sigh. Too much time had passed and he was fully prepared. If he couldn't defeat Barto this time, then he would never be able to defeat him in the future.
If this is the result, Aruba is unwilling to live in vain. He would rather follow the ancestors of the Fire Clan and die in his ancestral land.
Aruba stepped forward, and the ground beneath his feet made a heavy sound. He was getting closer and closer to the teleportation light gate, and his heart was getting calmer and calmer. He had already made the worst plan. The Land of Destruction might be the place where he would be buried.
At this moment, Aruba suddenly heard a sound behind him, as if someone had broken into the cave.
Turning suddenly, Aruba saw a familiar figure!
"Xu Feng!" Aruba's eyes lit up and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly concealed it.
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"You're late!" Aruba said in a deep voice, his face as gloomy as water.
"Is it too late?" Xu Feng shrugged casually and said, "Why do I feel it's just right!"
"Are all the materials ready?" Aruba reminded, "Once we enter the portal, it will collapse immediately. If we can't defeat the God of Death Baator, we will never be able to come back here!"
"Then let's kill it." Xu Feng smiled, revealing his white teeth.
Aruba finally showed a smile on his face: "Then kill it!"
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The Land of Destruction seemed like the gate to hell. The flames burning everywhere soared into the sky, and the heat waves hit people's faces, making people feel as if they were in a furnace. The magma rolled like a violent river, making a rumbling sound, and the whole ground was shaking constantly. In this purgatory, the only sound was the sound of strong flames and rolling magma, which made people feel creepy.
In this purgatory, a scarlet teleportation light portal suddenly appeared in the void, and two figures walked out of the portal. The next moment, the teleportation light portal behind the figures shattered instantly like broken glass.
"Is this the place of destruction?" Xu Feng frowned. The scene before him made him feel like he was in a fiery hell. He seemed to have had similar experiences in his previous life, but none of those experiences were good.
"Yes, this is the land of destruction, which used to be the territory of our Flame Clan!" Aruba took a deep breath of the air filled with a strong smell of sulfur, and an intoxicated look appeared on his face.
"Here, our Fiery Clan once burned with passion and glory, but now only ruins and sorrow remain." Aruba's eyes grew dim, as if recalling some sad past.
"Looking at those ruined buildings and extinguished flames, I can feel the glory and tragedy of the past. This is the hometown of our Flame Clan and the place of our soul." Aruba's voice gradually became low, with a hint of sadness and helplessness.
"But we cannot let the past constrain our future. We must rebuild our hometown and let the fire, hope and courage be ignited here again!" His words were full of determination and firmness.
At this time, Aruba raised his head and looked towards the sky, with a determined light flashing in his eyes: "We, the Flame Clan, will not be defeated. We will ignite our passion and glory again and let the entire Land of Destruction tremble for us!"
"Before that, you must first get the God of Death Baator..." Xu Feng pointed to the front and whispered, "And the army of undead who can control the power of fire!"
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(End of this chapter)