Chapter 1612: Seventh floor entrance

Chapter One Six One Two Seven Entrance
After a few breaths, Zhan Tianxia finally escaped from the world of Scarlet Swordsmanship, and swept towards the sky without looking back. He was completely frightened.
Although he escaped from life, his body was also severely injured. It is estimated that it will be impossible to recover for a while.
Zhan Tianxia should be fortunate that the other party may need someone to go back and report the letter. He didn't even want to kill him, otherwise, he would have to stay here.
Slowly, the world of Scarlet Swordsmanship disappeared, and the heaven and the earth returned to peace. The silence was a bit terrifying, and even a bit dead.
A scarlet rain of blood fell in the sky, staining the entire Lihuo Emperor Capital with blood, and the breath filled the air, but the monks in Lihuo Emperor Capital had no fear, but a hint of joy.
Just now they went around the ghost gate again, and they were extremely lucky to survive.
It's just that no one knows who did it.
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In the cemetery of the gods, Xiao Fan and Zhuo Tianhong finally found the entrance from the sixth floor to the seventh floor. It was a huge wind whirlpool, like a wild beast with a big mouth open, it was extremely ferocious.
Around the wind whirlpool, there were countless figures standing, watching the whirlpool alertly, with a look of fear on their faces.
Among these people, Xiao Fan saw several acquaintances, Ling Qingxi, Dugu Xiangting, Murong Mingyue, Huangfu Tianyou and others were all in the list, as if they had just arrived.
When Xiao Fan appeared, their gazes all looked towards Xiao Fan's place, with different expressions.
Here, it can fully reflect a person's strength, because in the sixth layer of space, even with the Nine Nether Demon Blood, the strength of the God of War Realm will be suppressed in the Saint Realm cultivation base.
Therefore, on the sixth floor, the war realm monks in the War God Temple are extremely rare.
After all, in the first five floors, the Temple of War is slaughtering the ancient monks and casual cultivators. When it comes to the sixth floor, how can the ancient monks let go of the monks in the Temple of War?
Of course, many cultivators of the older generation have arrived here in the Temple of War. They are all strong on the sacred list of the Temple of War. They are far superior to the monks of the same rank, and they also want to come here to find opportunities.
With their strength, even if the ancient cultivators wanted to kill them, it was estimated that they would have to pay a heavy price, so they were fine in a short time.
What's more, all the ancient monks have their own minds, and they may not be able to unite outside.
"Master, the entrance to the seventh floor is right in front of you. What are they waiting for here? Are they all stupid?" Zhuo Tianhong looked at the surrounding monks weirdly.
His voice was not loud, but all the people present were strong in the Battle Saint Realm, and many people could hear it clearly, and couldn't help but cast an angry look.
Xiao Fan didn't pay much attention to Zhuotian Hongqun mocking these monks, and said indifferently: "This entrance is not so easy to enter. Look at the wind vortex, but now it is filled with countless wind blades of the profound meaning of wind. Normal people can go in. No benefit."
"That's right." Zhuo Tianhong nodded, "Then when should we go in?"
The monks all around couldn't help casting contemptuous glances. Didn't you say that we are all stupid? If you have the ability, don't wait, go in now.
Xiao Fan continued: "This process will probably last three days, and after three days, the wind blade will turn into a thunderstorm, and so on."
"Thunderstorm? Then we can't get in?" Zhuo Tianhong asked in surprise.
"There is half a cup of tea between the wind blade and the thunderstorm exchange. If you enter the seventh floor at that time, nothing will happen." Xiao Fan explained.
But then the conversation turned: "However, when the wind blade and the thunderstorm are exchanged, there will be a wind thunder beast at the entrance. It is completely condensed by the profound meaning. If you want to enter the passage, you must bypass the wind thunder beast."
"Then just bypass Fenglei Beast." Zhuo Tianhong shrugged, disapprovingly.
The crowd looked at Zhuo Tianhong like a fool, and felt the gaze. Zhuo Tianhong was slightly angry, almost unable to hold back the eruption.
"How difficult is it to get around Fenglei Beast?" Xiao Fan shook his head, "Fenglei all means speed. The speed of Fenglei Beast is extremely powerful. With this entrance being so big, it is estimated that it will be able to transport five to ten people in half a cup of tea. ."
"So that's it." Zhuo Tianhong scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
He finally understood why these people were waiting here. The safe time to enter the seventh-layer space was only half a cup of tea, and only five to ten people could enter within half a cup of tea.
In other words, only five to ten people can enter every three days, and I glanced at it. There are as many as four to five hundred monks here. If you want to enter all of them, it is conservatively estimated that it will take at least forty or fifty times, or four or five. Months.
The cemetery of the gods has been opened for a year, and four or five months are extremely precious to everyone, and no one wants to waste such a long time here.
Naturally, competition is indispensable. Everyone wants to be the first to enter the seventh level. It will definitely be a fight, and the fight will delay time and lead to fewer people entering.
If you can take the lead to enter the seventh floor, compared to other people, there is a big chance to get the crystal of divine power, and naturally no one will miss this opportunity.
Knowing the truth, Zhuo Tianhong also understood what was going on.
"Is the entrance to the seventh floor the only one?" Zhuo Tianhong asked again.
"Maybe." Xiao Fan looked indifferent and said: "Let's go, let's go in."
"Go in now?" Zhuo Tianhong looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, isn't the entrance filled with Wind Blade now, just going in like this, wouldn't it have become Feng Blade's living target.
Even if Zhuo Tianhong had a strong regenerative ability, he didn't want to endure this kind of pain.
"Then you wait slowly." Xiao Fan gave Tianhong a white glance. He didn't want to wait here with these people, he would inevitably kill each other.
Although Xiao Fan hated the Temple of War, he didn't have any hatred of the ancients. There was no need to fight against them. Maybe he might be a comrade in arms in the future.
"Death to live with the son!" Zhuo Tianhong gritted his teeth, but muttered in a low voice: "Hey, I guess a lot of blood will be bleeding."
Xiao Fan naturally didn't know Zhuo Tianhong's thoughts. Although he was suppressed in the battle sacred realm, his Shura Divine Body was so powerful that there would be no problem blocking these wind blades.
When the crowd saw Xiao Fan, they were now preparing to enter the seventh floor. Many people were extremely disdainful and contemptuous. They didn't think anyone could force the wind blade to enter the seventh floor.
However, Dugu Xiangting, Murong Mingyue and others who knew Xiao Fan had their brows furrowed, Xiao Fan dare to say so, he must have such strength!
"Some people are so self-righteous. The power of this mysterious wind blade, not to mention the Battle Saint Realm, may not be able to bear it even at the War God Realm!" Suddenly, a strange voice of Yin and Yang sounded.
But when he saw Huangfu Tianyou looking at Xiao Fan with disdain, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
"Idiot!" Xiao Fan turned his head and glanced at Huangfu Tianyou, faintly spit out two words.
"You?" Huangfu Tianyou was furious, but he didn't dare to take it lightly. He still remembered that Xiao Fan was scared off last time, and he had heard a lot about Xiao Fan in these days.
Xiao Fan didn't bother to talk with such a person, suddenly stepped into the air and flew toward the wind vortex.
"brother!"
However, just as Xiao Fan was about to approach the wind vortex, a sudden loud scream came from a distance, and Xiao Fan's eardrum trembled and suddenly stopped.
Then he suddenly raised his head to look into the distance, and the cold murderous aura was released from him.