Chapter 834 834. The mysterious gate of the Temple of Apocalypse will be opened today!
Jin Yangtian may understand the basic structure in 29 days. To be on the safe side, Xia Feng believes that Miss Mu needs to be summoned within 25 days.
It is now the 16th day, with 9 days left.
We must speed up!
In addition to letting Yue Hongli search for the ember stone at the same time, he also asked his clone to rush back to the "Shen Yang Canyon". If the original body failed to knock on the gate of heaven, he would let the clone snatch the "Ember Yang Divine Realm Spirit Paper" and forcibly trigger the self-destruct mechanism of the Shen Yang seal!
Just destroy the Jinyang Divine Realm and no one will be able to get it!
Especially Jin Yangtian and Jin Shiyin. If the forces represented by them obtain the Jinyang Divine Realm, the Eighth Dragon God will be finished.
However, destroying the Jinyang Divine Realm was only a temporary delay, a temporary solution that would only quench thirst with poison. This spirit paper would be reborn elsewhere. Therefore, Xia Feng would only implement this plan when it was absolutely necessary.
While he was thinking, he had already arrived at the foot of the Golden Mountains. Looking up at the towering mountains, the stairs to heaven seemed extremely far away and difficult to climb.
The concept of the ninth heavenly tribulation is to lock onto the origin of the soul. It makes no difference whether you use your original body or your clone to knock on the gate of heaven. If the clone dies, the original body will also die.
Therefore, Xia Feng came directly in his real body, so he could use more methods.
However, just as he unfolded the giant light form of Musashi Tengu and accelerated into the sky, his entire body suddenly sank as if loaded with a massive amount of thunder.
When he forced his way through the clouds and landed on the first level of the heavenly steps, the dazzling golden steps instantly turned into liquid lightning and flooded over his ankles. Every particle of electricity rushed up the leg bone nerves like a marrow-eating beetle, gnawing at the spine and even the nerve endings. Xia Feng could even hear the explosion of his boiling bone marrow.
The horrible pain went straight to his nerves. Xia Feng groaned, and his leg muscles reflexively wanted to retreat and withdraw from the Heavenly Stage, but fortunately he managed to hold it back.
The operating mechanism of the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation is very simple. It will simulate the most extreme pain in the world to stop intruders. The higher the intruder's spiritual pressure and mental strength, the better the effect of resisting this pain.
Xia Feng has high mental strength, but his spiritual pressure is only at the level of Zun Yi, and he can hardly block the erosion of the ninth heavenly tribulation.
“Boom——!” Thunderclouds began to gather, and countless dense lightning rain fell.
The roar of thunder was mingled with the shrieks of three million dead souls. These sounds twirled in his cochlea like rusty nails, shattering his last remaining understanding of the concept of "silence." All that remained in his mind was a utter collapse of countless tiny human, animal, and natural sounds. It was as if the sounds of all things flooded into his mind, swelled to the point of exploding! His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, a hideous expression on his face.
This was only the first pain he felt, but it already made him feel like he was dying.
At the same time, Xia Feng also realized that this so-called simulated ultimate pain in the world was actually the sealing power of Miss Evil Dragon.
Miss Xielong has been enduring this pain for ten thousand years.
And this is just the least of the pain.
Xia Feng took a deep breath, stepped up and stepped onto the second step.
"Zizila--!" A thunder dragon crouched in the clouds, and the sky and earth lost their color.
The mask of the black-robed man who stepped into the sky shattered, and the spades scattered. Behind him was a pair of dark eyes that had regained their coldness, reflecting nine thunderstorms. Every lightning bolt carved an unhealable crack in the retina.
The world shattered into millions of prisms in his eyes!
"Snap!" His pupils and the whites of his eyes seemed to be pierced through in an instant, leaving only the thunder and lightning snakes roaring wildly in his eye sockets. He vomited blood, raised his foot again without hesitation, and suddenly stepped onto the third step!
"boom--!!!"
The world seemed to collapse, and Xia Feng lost all senses.
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empire.
A thousand miles west of the Temple of Apocalypse, there is a cliff with broken walls.
Amidst the clouds and mist, a middle-aged man in a black and gold robe stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back.
The man was just a shadow, his face was blurry, except for his vertical pupils that were red and golden like a dragon.
He seemed to have been standing here for a long time, his long robe fluttering in the wind. He looked at the majestic temple under the starry sky in the east with an indifferent look.
But at this time.
A dark vortex swirled in the space behind him, quietly condensing into a white-haired old man with a hunched back.
The old man's hands exposed outside his robe were as dry as dead branches. He was leaning on a wooden sparrow-head crutch, and his upper cheek buttons were covered with a gray sparrow mask, revealing only half of his scarred lower face.
The middle-aged man didn't turn around, but spoke in a cold voice, "It has been nearly two months now, and neither Jin Yangtian nor Jin Shiyin has returned to the present world. Could it be that your mother is deceiving me? Hmm?"
The divine sound is as loud and majestic as a bell.
The cliff and the mountains below the clouds swayed slightly.
The old man, Gray Bird, was not affected at all. He hunched over, his hands crossed and firmly pressed the end of the wooden crutch, and said in a hoarse and deep voice: "Your Majesty, please be patient."
"The information I received from Queshen Mountain is absolutely correct. There will definitely be a way to return to the present world during the Battle of Xumi. The only question is, can the god-level genius appointed by His Majesty truly seize the Jinyang Divine Realm?"
"If the Divine Realm Spirit Paper is taken away by the Black Moon Pope or Burning Sky Evil Son, then everything will be in vain."
The old man, Gray Bird, said calmly, "The Black Moon Pope has been unusually active over the past few thousand years and is unwilling to cooperate with us. He clearly has his own agenda. Not to mention the group of rebels in Burning Sky. They are unlikely to help us accomplish our goals."
"If the god-level genius trained by Your Majesty cannot defeat the Pope and Tu Lin, the plan against Empress Tianwu may be doomed before it even begins, hehe~"
The old man's voice was hoarse, and his laughter was a little cold and low.
"Defeat?" Shang Jue had an indifferent expression without any emotional fluctuation. As long as the information from Queshen Mountain was accurate, his plan would not fail.
Jin Yangtian, the young genius trained by Him personally, will also perfectly carry out the assigned tasks.
While thinking, Shang Jue seemed to have sensed something and raised his hand to look at the clear blue light ball in his palm.
The azure nebula flows through it, as if compressing a miniature universe of three thousand small worlds. Twelve crescent moons hover in the eternal night, and each star track is engraved with ancient sacred texts.
The next moment, the crescent moon in the center burst into a spider-web-like bloodstain, and the ball of light was instantly stained by a spot of blood in the center, turning into scarlet.
The Sumeru Realm and the present world are isolated from all information transmission, but the effect of information transmission can be achieved through some indirect methods.
For example, this ball of marked light turns from blue to red, which means that Jin Yangtian is about to successfully capture the Jinyang Divine Realm. It won't be long before the Jinyang Divine Realm is teleported out, and preparations can be made to defeat the emperor.
"Master Mo, go back and inform your master."
"The mysterious gate of the Temple of Apocalypse will be opened today!" Shang Jue dispersed the ball of light casually, and as his sleeves fluttered, the stars hung upside down, and the sound was like the knocking of a bell in the sky.
The old man was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to get the news so soon.
"Even with Her Royal Highness's participation, he was able to win the Spirit Paper. This god-level genius really doesn't disappoint."
He uttered a hoarse word of praise, and his hunched figure turned into black mist, swirling into a vortex again, shrinking and disappearing.
(End of this chapter)
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