Ning Fan stepped on the one thousand zhang * (3.33m per zhang) long sword light and broke through the restrictive force along the way. Six breaths later, the sword light rushed to the highest point of the seventh floor.
On the seventh breath, the sword light directly pierced through the sky of the seventh floor, passing through layers of spatial turbulence and rushed all the way to the eighth floor.
At this moment, Ao Xuan and the others were trying their best to pass through the palaces on the eighth floor.
The sky was densely packed with ice coffins. There were a total of forty-three thousand of them and none of them were empty. All of them contained ancient corpses.
The entire eighth floor was dead silent. Not even the sound of wind could be heard. Even Ao Xuan and the others who were advancing did not dare to make a single sound.
Ao Xuan's position was the furthest back. Currently, he had just passed through the eleventh palace of the eighth floor and arrived at the entrance of the twelfth palace.
The Fourth Ancestor went to the 26th palace, the Second Ancestor went to the 41st palace and the First Ancestor went to the 53rd palace. The fastest one was the Seventh Ancestor who had been silent all this while. At this moment, he had already reached the 104th palace.
His speed was very fast and he moved forward like a ghost. When he walked, he would often leave behind seven-colored afterimages.
He passed through the 105th palace very quickly. Then, he went to the 106th, 107th, 108th palace … Very soon, he passed through the 111th palace and arrived at the highest point of the eighth floor.
At the highest point in the sky, there was a sea of gray mist. This sea of mist was extremely strange as it could isolate all sounds. Even if someone used their techniques inside the sea of mist, the ancient corpses outside wouldn't be able to detect it and wouldn't be able to hear a single sound.
At the center of the sea of mist, there was a huge dark green stone door that hung high in the sky.
The stone door was very old. No one knew how long it had existed. A totem of a giant eyeball was engraved on the door. The eyeball was half-closed, and there was a faint gray light flowing on it. Upon closer inspection, one would find that it was a large number of gray runes. There were tens of thousands of them.
Those runes seemed to have an invisible deterrent force. With the stone door as the center, no ancient corpses dared to approach within a radius of tens of li * (500m per li).
This door was the only entrance to the ninth floor.
In the first seven floors, one only needed to split open the sky to enter the next floor. However, the eighth floor was different. One must open the stone door to enter the ninth floor.
Outside the stone door, there was a broken stone tablet. Lines of scriptures were carved on the tablet using ancient immortal characters.
Most of the words were broken and unrecognizable, but there were still some sentences that were relatively complete.
"… I, Progenitor Yin Mo, am the Ninth God of Berserkers of the Ancient Barbarians World … I was besieged by Zi Dou's Immortal Cultivators and fled. Then, I was suppressed by Immortal Emperor Zi Dou's clone and imprisoned in the Nine Heavens Imperial Court … If there comes a day when I can escape, I swear to kill all of Zi Dou's Immortal Cultivators …"
The pressure coming from the stone door was too strong. The closer they got, every step forward became more and more difficult. "
The Seventh Forefather followed the bluestone path into the center of the sea of mist. He only stopped when he was a thousand feet away from the stone door. His gaze swept across the ancient monument outside the stone door, and for a moment, it was incomparably serene.
"The passageway to the ninth floor is not in the sky, but in this stone gate. As long as this stone door was opened, one would be able to enter the ninth floor. God of Berserkers' Yin Mo is there … "
.. Ancestor and Barbarian. The Seven of the on Seventh Seventh floor floor mark. The Seventh line. The Ancestor. The Seventh line lines.
Suddenly,........ mile. The Seventh point........................
The stone door in front of him suddenly shook slightly. The half-closed eyeball pattern on the door suddenly opened. Its gaze was filled with ruthlessness, as if it could disregard all life and death in this world.
In that instant, a voice echoed out from the stone door into the Seventh Patriarch's mind.
"With the cultivation of the first Tribulation of Eternity, you're not qualified to enter the ninth level. Back off!"
Stand down!
Stand down!
Stand down!
The voice of the stone door was incomparably dignified, but it was also filled with contempt. It would not allow the Seventh Patriarch to step into the ninth level. It looked down on the Seventh Patriarch's cultivation.
The voice reverberated in the Seventh Forefather's mind, causing him to feel a dull pain in his Sea of Consciousness. However, there was not much change in his eyes. They were still as deep as a bottomless lake.
"It's just a stone gate that has developed some intelligence, yet it dares to look down on me? Forget it, I'll let you see if I have the qualifications to step into this door. "
The Seventh Ancestor took a step forward. His two heads, one crying and the other smiling, opened their mouths at the same time, and shot out two black and red beams of light that were as thick as the mouth of a bowl. This was the Barbarian Race's unique skill, the Wild Flash.
He wanted to blast open the stone door with a single blow!
The two beams of light suddenly split into four in midair, and the more they split, the more they split. Four became eight, eight became sixteen, and in the blink of an eye, there were nine million beams.
The Seventh Ancestor pointed forward, and the nine million beams of light landed on the stone door. The power of this blow was comparable to the full power of a Second Tribulation Celestial Venerable. After taking this blow, many cracks appeared on the stone door. However, as the gray runes lit up, the cracks on the stone door immediately repaired themselves, and it was as good as new.
"That blow just now was not enough to enter the ninth level! This is not a place you can come to! "
The stone door let out a cold roar, and 2,000 gray runes flew out from the pattern of the eyeball on the door. As the runes gathered, they formed gusts of gray wind, and in the center of the wind, the shadows of four fire phoenixes appeared, their bodies burning with gray flames.
The four gray fire phoenixes screeched and flapped their flaming wings, and a sea of gray flames immediately engulfed the Seventh Ancestor. The gray flames were too terrifying, and wherever they passed, the Dao laws were burned to ashes.
Seeing this, the Seventh Ancestor's expression changed slightly. If he did not leave this place, he would definitely be engulfed by the sea of fire. After taking half a step back, he raised his hand and pointed forward. Nine million beams of light suddenly appeared, and as they fused together, they condensed into a cold scimitar, which slashed at the sea of fire.
With one slash, the sea of fire in front of him was directly split in two. The scimitar continued forward with unstoppable momentum, and finally, it ruthlessly slashed at the stone door.
This time, even more cracks appeared on the stone door, but as the gray runes flashed, it was restored to its original state.
"Still not enough!" The stone door sneered slightly, as if it was very disdainful of the power of the Seventh Ancestor's blow.
This stone door was formed from the aura of immortality, and after absorbing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth for countless years, it had finally developed a trace of intelligence.
Because the stone door was formed from the aura of immortality, it only needed a moment to repair itself after being damaged. It was almost impossible for ordinary ancient Celestial Venerables to break open the stone door head-on. Unless they encountered a Celestial Emperor powerhouse who could cause irreparable damage to the stone door with one blow, it would be very difficult for the stone door to be forcibly broken.
"Karma Avatar, appear!"
The Seventh Ancestor's eyes were as calm as still water. With a flip of his hand, twelve black and white chess pieces appeared, and he flicked his fingers, throwing them forward.
After the chess pieces flew for a short distance, they suddenly turned into twelve white-haired old men dressed in colorful Daoist robes, standing proudly.
These twelve old men's faces were shrouded in colorful light, so it was impossible to see them clearly. Each of them had strength close to the ancient Celestial Venerables, and they were all Karma Avatars refined by the Seventh Ancestor.
One of the old men opened his mouth and sucked in a breath, directly sucking in a large amount of the aura of immortality from the stone door. He swallowed and refined it, causing the stone door to weaken significantly.
Another old man bit his finger and drew a crow totem in front of him. He muttered an incantation, and the totem suddenly turned into many crows, which fearlessly rammed into the stone door, blowing it up with their own means of self-destruction.
The other old men also used their own divine abilities, and in just a few breaths, the stone door suffered a great deal of damage. Cracks were everywhere, and it was almost shattered.
"Interesting, but it's still not enough!" The stone door said disapprovingly. With a flash of the runes on its body, all the cracks were immediately repaired. No matter how the twelve old men attacked, they could not break the stone door.
"How troublesome …" The Seventh Ancestor frowned for the first time, and recalled all twelve of his Karma Avatars.
"Fortunately, I'm prepared."
The Seventh Ancestor flipped his hand and brought out a Soul Banner that was filled with ghostly aura. After a moment of silence, he held the Soul Banner and knelt down on one knee in front of the stone door.
This time, he was not kneeling to the stone door, but to the Barbarian Gods of the Ancient Wilderness.
The Ancient Barbarian Tribe had many forbidden arts, and only by worshiping the Barbarian Gods and borrowing a bit of the Barbarian God's power from heaven and earth could one cast the corresponding divine ability.
"Fan Mokong, a cultivator from the Fan family of the eleventh branch of the Ancient Barbarian World, begs the Barbarian Gods of the Heavens to grant me the power of the Barbarian God."
Once he finished speaking, the Seventh Ancestor bit his finger, and with a few flicks, he drew a giant blood formation in the air. With another shake of the Soul Banner, millions of barbarian souls immediately flew out of it, and were all trapped in the blood formation.
These Barbarian Souls were initially confused, but as time went by, they gradually regained some consciousness.
The first to regain consciousness were the souls of the Barbarian Monks. Some of the Barbarian Monks recognized the origin of the blood formation, and their faces turned pale with fright.
This blood formation was recorded in the ancient books of the Ancient Wilderness. It was an ancient formation used by the ancient barbarians to offer sacrifices to the Barbarian God.
Legend had it that the ancient barbarians were completely different from the barbarians of today. They could extend their lifespan and obtain power through cultivation.
Legend had it that the ancient barbarians could set up a sacrificial formation, and by offering sacrifices, they could borrow the power of the Barbarian God from heaven and earth to cast some special forbidden arts.
These legends were recorded in many ancient books, and some of them even had the formation diagram, so many Barbarian Monks knew about it.
Unfortunately, the barbarians of the later generations could not cultivate, and no one could set up a sacrificial formation to borrow the power of the Barbarian God from heaven and earth …
However, these Barbarian Monks still knew about the sacrificial formation! The formation in front of them was definitely a sacrificial formation, and they were being sacrificed!
"This is bad! Our souls have been captured, and we will be used as sacrifices! "Some of the Barbarian Monks were shocked, and they told the other barbarians what was happening in front of them. All of a sudden, the million barbarians panicked.
"What?! We have become sacrifices?! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Exalted Immortal, where are you? Come and save us! I beg you! "
"Exalted Immortal …"
"Exalted Immortal …"
The barbarians were in despair, and they knelt down in the blood formation, praying piously.
They had fallen into a desperate situation once again, and they had no confidence in surviving the great calamity of the Barbarian Land.
They used to believe in the Barbarian Ancestor, but that belief had been destroyed. Now, they only believed in one person, an Immortal of a foreign race who had saved them during the great calamity.
Exalted Immortal Zhao Jian was the last faith of these barbarians.
Be it the elderly or the children, every barbarian was praying. They did not know if the Exalted Immortal would come and save them. Even though they knew that the chances were slim, they were unwilling to do nothing and wait for death. It was as if only when they prayed could they reduce the fear of death.
Exalted Immortal, where are you …
We barbarians have been abandoned by the Heavens and Earth, and we have been through many calamities. Are you willing to come and save us … If you come, we are willing to offer our hearts and become your loyal servants …
The Seventh Forefather frowned as he felt the scene to be a thorn in his eyes.
The barbarians of the Ancient Savage Land had always been the servants of the Fan Clan since ancient times. These barbarians only needed to believe in the seven Barbarian Ancestors of the Fan Clan, so how could they believe in someone else? Hehe, they actually changed their faith to believe in an Immortal Cultivator of a foreign race called Zhao Jian. How interesting.
Exalted Immortal Zhao Jian? Hehe, I've never heard of him.
No one can save you, not even the person called Zhao Jian. All of you are just sacrifices for me to go to the ninth level.
"Ancient Blue above, I beseech the Heavens to descend upon my body!"
The Seventh Ancestor's face was emotionless as he bowed towards the blood formation.
The million barbarians in the blood formation shrieked as if they had suffered a heavy blow, and their souls began to dissipate rapidly.
"Again!"
"Third time!"
After bowing thrice, the Seventh Ancestor stood up and stared coldly at the million barbarians in the blood formation, as if he was looking at a bunch of livestock.
Under his threatening gaze, the souls of the barbarians dissipated continuously. More and more barbarians died, and in just a short period of time, three hundred thousand of them had died. Meanwhile, an indescribable power gradually appeared on the Seventh Ancestor's body.
That power was the power of the God of Berserkers that was passed down in the Ancient Barbarian Tribe. Although only a tiny bit of the power of the God of Berserkers had descended on the Seventh Ancestor, it was enough for him to cast a low-grade forbidden art of the Ancient Barbarian Tribe.
"I've only sacrificed three hundred thousand barbarians, and a bit of the power of the God of Berserkers has descended … That's enough. I'll keep the remaining seven hundred thousand Barbarian Souls for the time being, just in case I need them … "
The Seventh Ancestor pointed with his finger and stopped the sacrifice of the blood formation, keeping the surviving seven hundred thousand Barbarian Souls into the soul flag. After that, he formed a seal with all ten of his fingers and chanted an ancient incantation. Suddenly, his body faded into a shadow.
He walked towards the stone door step by step. This time, the Seventh Ancestor's body seemed to have turned into nothingness. He lifted his right foot and stretched it towards the stone door. His almost transparent right foot went through the stone door and sank into it.
At that moment, he seemed to have become one with the stone door, as if his will had replaced the stone door's will. It was as if the stone door had become him, and he had become the stone door …
"Ancient Barbarian Forbidden Art? Very well, you are qualified to enter the ninth level! "The tone of the stone door was solemn.
It had no idea what kind of Ancient Barbarian Forbidden Art the Seventh Ancestor was using, but it knew that it could no longer stop the Seventh Ancestor.
Next, the Seventh Ancestor would merge with the stone door bit by bit, and eventually walk out from the other side of the stone door. Then, he would cross the stone door and enter the ninth level.
The Seventh Ancestor did not pay any attention to the stone door. His body slowly sank into the stone door and became one with it. The amount of power he borrowed from the God of Berserkers was not much, and the speed at which he merged with the stone door was not fast either. After a long time, he only managed to merge half of his body into the stone door.
Suddenly, the Seventh Ancestor was slightly surprised, and looked towards the lower level.
At this moment, a gust of strong wind suddenly rose in the lifeless eighth level, and a drizzle fell from the sky.
Strange … The eighth level was extremely cold, and the temperature was extremely low. Any water droplets that came into contact with it would instantly freeze into ice. Why was it raining here …
The rain did not look like it was created by a divine ability … There was no trace of it being carved … Where did the rain come from? The Seventh Ancestor frowned, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart for no reason.
"Strange, why did it suddenly rain … Will the rain wake up the Ancient Corpses here?"
Ao Xuan, the First Ancestor, the Second Ancestor, and the Fourth Ancestor all looked worried. Fortunately, the rain did not wake up the Ancient Corpses, and the four of them could not help but feel relieved.
However, for some unknown reason, the rain became heavier and heavier.
At first, it was just a drizzle, but later on, it became as heavy as a waterfall.
Suddenly, cracks appeared at the entrance of the eighth level. The number of cracks increased, and finally, it shattered, revealing the turbulent flow of space underneath.
In the turbulent flow of space, a ten thousand feet long sword light suddenly burst out!
There were two figures standing on the tip of the sword. One of them was a young man in white. His silver hair danced in the wind and rain, and the ghost mask blocked all his expressions, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.
The heavy rain was formed by the young man's Heaven Peering Rain Art. He saw the scene of the Seventh Ancestor sacrificing the Barbarian Souls.
He came too late, and 300,000 of the one million Barbarian Souls were sacrificed …
Those dead barbarians were still begging him to come before they died. However, he came too late.
He was not sad. Ning Fan had already seen through life and death. His heart was like iron and stone. The death of the barbarians could not make him sad.
However, there was a sense of anger that he could not get rid of. The pleas of those barbarians before they died were still vivid in his mind. He could not erase them.
The heavy rain that covered the entire eighth level suddenly had an additional killing intent.
Ning Fan lifted his foot and stomped on the ground. The one thousand feet long sword light that had just rushed into the eighth level directly locked on to the Seventh Ancestor.
The boundless forbidden power of the eighth level wanted to suppress Ning Fan from the sky. However, it was completely destroyed by the one thousand feet long sword light.
He wanted to take back the remaining seven hundred thousand Barbarian Souls!
"It's actually flying on a sword!"
When the one thousand feet long sword light rushed into the eighth level, Ao Xuan and the others gasped. Even the Seventh Ancestor revealed a surprised expression for the first time.
The forbidden power of the eighth level was unimaginably strong. Even some weaker Immortal Emperors might not be able to fly in the eighth level.
The person who came was at least a Middle Immortal Emperor Realm expert!
Who is it?!
The moment Ao Xuan, the First Ancestor, the Second Ancestor and the Fourth Ancestor saw Ning Fan's appearance clearly, their expressions changed greatly.
"It's actually him!" The four of them exclaimed in unison.
The person with the strength of an 'Immortal Emperor' was actually that ghost faced cultivator … (To be continued)
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