In the infinite world, there are two parts: one is the ordinary place, and the other is the holy realm of cultivation.≧

The vastness of ordinary people is ten thousand times as wide as the continent of holy bricks; the vastness of the holy land is only one percent of the land of ordinary people.

Ordinary people have no chance to leave the infinite world. Even the immortals and gods in the holy realm have difficulty leaving. Only by reaching the realm of the true god and passing the test can they leave.

"This is why the infinite world is mysterious."

Long Tian has been paying attention to Ding Feng's movements. After seeing him breaking through the barrier, he arranged Xuan Yu and the other three, and then broke through the air and told Ding Feng about some secrets of the infinite world. "We are eight brothers, and we are a family here, but outside, we are just familiar with each other. No one knows that we are brothers. Of course, the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother are the three brothers because of the special circumstances."

Ding Feng was shocked and felt incredible. He couldn't help but ask: "Feither Brother Eighth, you don't announce your identity outside. What if you anger the saint?"

"Saint?" Long Tian smiled strangely, "Saint is not omnipotent."

"Didn't you say that saints are all ants?"

Ding Feng asked weakly.

"Ahh, did I say it?"

Long Tian yawned and suddenly said seriously, "Junior brother, you have to remember that there are all ants under the saints, but some ants are strong enough to bite them back, and it is possible to even bite them to death."

"Bite to death?"

Ding Feng was shocked.

Long Tian turned around and looked away with his hands behind his back, "According to common sense, all the three thousand worlds can give birth to saints. But from ancient times to the present, the number of saints who have truly coexisted in the world has never exceeded 3,000. Why do you think?"

Ding Feng's pupils shrank. "Die?"

Long Tian nodded, "Tell you this to let you know that saints are not omnipotent, nor cannot be killed. It's just that they are too difficult and the means are too incredible. But if you want to challenge the power of saints, 999 out of ten thousand will be killed, and the remaining one will be either sealed or domesticated."

Ding Feng was speechless. He knew what Long Tian meant: the power of a saint cannot be provoked!

It seems contradictory, but it is the truth.

"Senior Brother Eight, have you ever seen a saint being killed?"

Ding Feng suddenly asked.

Long Tian shrugged, but his eyes were hot, "No, but I really want to see it, even...!" He licked his lips. At this moment, Ding Feng suddenly felt that there was a tiger hidden in the senior brother and a tiger that was about to go crazy, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"Senior Brother!" Ding Feng suppressed his shock. "Why should Master hide him? He is the saint, and he has a peerless disciple like Senior Brother, such a power. I'm afraid that besides the noble Taoist lord, who else in the world can do anything to Master?"

Long Tian did not answer. Instead, he said quietly: "I have a strange feeling that one day in the future, the saint will be ruined like rain!"

Ding Feng was silent.

"Okay, don't you want to hone your magical powers and cultivate your body in order to break through the realm? Let's take you to the battlefield!"

Without saying anything, Long Tian waved his hand and took Ding Feng to a huge Xuankong Mountain. There were four divine towers that were thousands of feet high, with divine light and immeasurable holy power.

"This is the battle realm. The four pagodas are called war towers. Each has a hundred levels, corresponding to a hundred levels. The four pagodas correspond to the Great Emperor Realm, the True God Realm, the Heavenly God Realm and the Ancient God Realm. If you want to leave here and go out, you can only be qualified for the True God Realm after passing sixty levels. You have to pass fifty levels in the Heavenly God Realm. Of course, those who can achieve such a result are all ten thousand years of talent, and you can also become formal disciples of the Infinite Sect!"

Long Tian smiled and said, "If you can't meet the requirements, you can only be a registered disciple. As for those who cannot become formal disciples and can cultivate to the realm of ancient gods, you can only rely on our fellow brothers, otherwise you will never be able to get out!"

"This is also...!"

Ding Feng was shocked.

"Are you too domineering?" Long Tian shook his head. He is not a formal disciple. Even if he has reached the realm of the ancient god, he is still the lowest level of ancient gods and can even be easily killed by many gods!"

"Isn't there a huge gap between the ancient gods and the gods? I'm afraid the realm suppression is a thousand times more, right?"

Ding Feng asked, the ancient god is the Daluo Golden Immortal, so how could he kill?

"Can you easily slaughter the true god? Even in the late stage of the true god, I'm afraid you can't get it in your hands, right?" Long Tian said funny, "How can the world of genius be judged by common sense? Go, since ancient times, no one has been able to truly break the thousand gates? Junior brother, you must work harder and strive to break the iron law of the eternal! "

"Senior Brother Eight, don't you?"

Ding Feng asked.

Long Tian suddenly looked bitter and said helplessly: "When he just reached the Great Emperor realm, there was no challenge, but soon he felt something. After a little retreat, he broke into the True God realm and missed the Emperor's Tower, which is very regrettable."

Ding Feng was speechless, raised his head and looked at the Tower of the Emperor, but there was a record on it.

"Seventy-two floors, Yangyang!"

Seeing this strange name, Ding Feng wondered, "Why is the Tower of the Emperor not the senior brother and sister, but this Yangyang? Who is he?"

"Yangyang, he is the eldest disciple of your senior brother and the third generation of the chief disciple of our sect. As for that kid's cultivation, hehe...!" Long Tian smiled, "The Tower of the Emperor is too low-level. Those seven people don't bother to care about it. They all start to pass the level directly from the Tower of Gods, but their achievements were erased to avoid hitting the future generations."

"Senior Brother Eight, what about you?"

"I, I'm so frivolous. The Tower of True God has just reached the ninety-one level. The Heavenly God War Tower is slightly inferior. The Eighty-nine level, and there are even fewer ancient god towers, but only the Eighty-five level."

Although Long Tian said casually, his face was lustful.

"It's true!"

Ding Feng nodded seriously.

"You guys go up and try it?"

Long Tian said angrily.

“Is it difficult?”

"It's not difficult, but the objects in each level are all genius warriors among the strongest races in the Three Thousand Worlds. At least they are all top-quality divine characters, and even perfect divine characters."

"That's how... it really makes my blood boil! Senior brother, I'm going!"

Ding Feng took a deep breath, said hello, flew through the air, and entered the Tower of the Emperor.

"My junior brother, I wonder what achievements you can achieve, eighty or ninety?"

Long Tian pinched his chin and waved his hand to remove the imprisonment in this area. Dozens of strong men flew over immediately.

"Meet Uncle Eighth Master!"

"Meet the master!"

They have different names, but they are all descendants of their lives.

"Uncle Master, who was the one just now?"

This is a girl with bright eyes and white teeth. She was weird and came to Long Tian, ​​hugged his left arm without hesitation, and asked with a coquettish smell, "Who can be entertained by the uncle of the junior teacher must have a great background?"

"Baixue, you live, I will not be your junior uncle in the future, that person will be." Long Tian corrected. "I can really remove this word 'small', uncle."

"That's the uncle?"

Bai Xue was shocked and couldn't believe it, "Master Master has accepted disciples again? How could that person be? He obviously hasn't reached the realm of true gods. How could he be attracted by Master Master Master?"

"You can't guess the meaning of the master!" Long Tian scolded, "Remember. His name is Ding Feng, and he used the pseudonym Ximen Chuxue. He is your junior uncle, and you are the uncle of the junior uncle!"

"I know!" Bai Xue curled her lips. "Uncle Eighth Master, can I pass the eighth Master level? If it doesn't work, hehe?"

"Can you know if you can, just look at it!"

Long Tian said angrily.

In the Emperor's Tower, Ding Feng had just stood still when a young man in white appeared a thousand meters away.

"The best divine character, the body of the human race!"

Ding Feng analyzed the other party's situation at a glance. When he saw the young man in white take action, he found that the opponent did not understand the artistic conception.

Bang...!

With a light palm, he slapped the other party to death and quickly stepped into the second level.

At this level, two men in white appeared. Until the tenth level, Ding Feng killed ten men in white, and reached the eleventh level, the difficulty suddenly increased.

There are still ten men in white at this level.

"But their divine natures are all outstanding."

If the divine nature is increased by one level, its combat power can be increased by at least ten times or even a hundred times.

But Ding Feng still shook his head!

Ten strong men took action at the same time, but Ding Feng slowly walked over and faced various magical attacks, and did not dodge, resist, or even defend. However, the attacks of the ten strong men could not tear open his skin.

"My current defense is hard to break even the lower-grade spiritual treasure!"

Ding Feng has an intuitive understanding of the strength of his body spirit. This is more than just a strong person, he is simply lawless.

With one palm, Ding Feng slapped all ten opponents to death.

At the twelfth level, the object changed, and a golden lion, a four-armed Nezha, a dragon, a blue bird, a small demon and other powerful races appeared. Each of them had the powerful strength to fight for the ordinary true gods, but they were still easily slaughtered.

It was also from this level that Ding Feng saw the truly top race in the world. Their strength made the dragons of the same level pale.

Although there are ten levels in each level, they can be combined but change constantly, and their abilities are all kinds of strange.

In a certain chaos torrent, the Infinite Holy Lord in the Infinite Taoist Palace opened his eyes.

"The Taoist body of Wanjie is worthy of being the strongest body refining technique. Who can shake it at the same level? All laws do not invade, swallow everything, control of yin and yang, ultimate power, weight, speed, defense... If separated, each one can be called the only peerless technique in the ages, and merged into one... I just don't know if it can evolve to the end!"

The Infinite Holy Lord murmured, "Is the true secret of the Strongest Divine Nature an evolution of the real world? In the end... if that's the case, maybe...!"

He obviously knew Ding Feng and his ninth disciples very well, but he still had a different meaning in his words.

At the fiftieth level, Ding Feng stared at a thin-waisted woman opposite. He felt a trace of danger from the other party. Even if it was only a trace, it also showed that the other party had some ability to hurt him.
To be continued...