"It's stubborn!"

The Eighth Elder snorted coldly, his face as cold as frost.

He is the dignified Eight Elder of the True King Hall.

The combat power is so strong.

The status is so high.

The entire Tianming Continent was able to rank in the top thirty. In his opinion, he thought that as soon as he opened his mouth, Ling Jianchen would admit defeat and escape in a panic.

In this way, he has completed the task assigned by His Highness the Saint.

result……

How dare Ling Jianchen attack him?

This made the Eighth Elder's face dark and he snorted coldly: "I don't know how to live or die, die for me!"

The Eighth Elder Exploded with his hands in the air.

The entire combat space was eclipsed, and a giant dragon with dazzling light gushed out of his palm. With a loud bang, it was like thunder roaring, and the war drums rumbled.

The long dragon of divine power condensed by the Eight Elders instantly came to Ling Jianchen's spiritual finger.

He opened his bloody mouth and bit his fingers.

But at this moment...

The fingers that seemed slow and without any energy condensed burst out with unparalleled majesty.

boom!

The dragon's head was crushed directly.

"This..." The Eighth Elder's eyes were about to break, and he looked shocked.

Lingxi is a finger that is booming and many.

Wherever you pass.

The earth moves and the mountains shake.

Landslides and cracks.

Just like the end of the day!

puff!

The divine dragon was crushed directly, and the giant fingers were crushed over immediately, and with a puff, it crushed the Eighth Elder's head. Ling Jianchen flashed and landed in front of the Eighth Elder, and the power of the Narcissus Heavenly Way wandered around.

Chichi!

The Eighth Elder trembled all over and his body continued to dry up.

The surging energy was swallowed by Ling Jianchen.

"We are getting closer and closer to the eighth level of the True God Realm!" Ling Jianchen licked his lips, flashed his body, and headed towards the second floor.

at the same time……

Outside the True King Tower, the first red light on the first floor is out.

“Passed!”

"Hahaha, Mr. Ling has passed the first floor!" Hai Qingdong and Abao looked ecstatic.

Fatian shook his head: "This is the first floor, there are eighteen layers in total, just like the eighteen layers of hell, the harder it will be. How happy are you at this time?"

True King Tower, the second floor.

"Did you defeat Lao Ba so quickly? I told him a long time ago, don't underestimate anyone, but he doesn't listen to me, he... "

The Seventh Elder smelled the bloody smell of Ling Jianchen's body, shook his head slightly, and said lightly, "Zhang Tao and I are friends. I can't stop you even if you can pass the level of Lao Ba. However, I think you step into the second level when you pass the first floor. In fact, every time you pass the level, you have an hour to rest. Why not adjust your condition to the best?"

Ling Jianchen was stunned: "After defeating that layer of guardians, there will be an hour to rest?"

"You don't know?" The seventh elder was stunned.

Ling Jianchen smiled bitterly and said, "No one told me!"

"Didn't Zhang Tao say anything?" Elder Seven was confused.

Ling Jianchen rolled his eyes: "He drank too much yesterday..."

“…”

The seventh elder said speechlessly, "Forget it, after you defeat me later, remember to adjust your state before continuing. If you can defeat Lao Ba, I am not your opponent, but it is impossible to let you pass the level directly. This way, either you defeat me or you take my three moves..."

"It's a waste of time to take you three moves. I'd better defeat you!" Ling Jianchen was really in a hurry!

The seventh elder was completely speechless and touched his nose: "Don't you have to hit people like this, right?"

Ling Jianchen said awkwardly: "I'm sorry for a moment!"

"Forget it, let's do it!"

The Seventh Elder waved his hand and signaled that Ling Jianchen could take action.

boom!

Ling Jianchen punched him out.

Bang!

The Seventh Elder flew backwards, but when he landed, there was a divine power behind him, which allowed him to stabilize his body without any harm.

The Seventh Elder looked at Ling Jianchen with a strange expression and shook his head and smiled bitterly; "It's true that he is a pervert. I'm not your opponent. Congratulations, you pass the second level!"

Swish!

His figure disappeared.

Ling Jianchen bowed toward the seventh elder, looked at the empty battle space, and showed excitement in his eyes: "It's great, each floor has an hour to rest. It means that before I meet those three people, I can rest for fourteen hours, more than one day. Perhaps, it can be enough to step into the eighth level of the True God Realm!"

Just think of this.

Ling Jianchen sat cross-legged in it, opened the door to hell, summoned the hell demons, and kept devouring them.

One hour later.

Ling Jianchen stepped into the third floor.

Another hour later.

He stepped onto the fourth floor...

Outside the True King Tower.

Everyone looked at the red light that would be extinguished every hour. After seven hours, Ling Jianchen had already arrived at the eighth floor. The red light on the eighth floor had been extinguished, which meant that he had defeated the guardian of the eighth floor.

Hai Qingdong was very excited: "The eighth floor is coming, he is getting closer and closer through the True King Tower!"

"Um!"

Abao held his hands tightly.

Fatian Amitabha Buddha shouted, and the bag above his head was still the same purple color: "So what about the eighth floor? From now on, it is the truly terrifying place of the True King Tower. Each floor is dominated by the titled True God. Moreover, each floor has a maximum rest for one hour, and fighting with the titled True God, the consumption is extremely huge. Donor Ling Jianchen, I am afraid that he will persist to the tenth floor at most!"

Hai Qingdong kicked Fatian with a kick and was furious: "Shut up!"

Fatian was amused and crying: "Amitabha, donor, if you beat the poor monk, I will fight back!"

"Back?"

Hai Qingdong was stunned, sneered, and suddenly shouted, "Everyone beat this bald donkey to death. He actually said that if he had not become a monk, His Highness would definitely be his!"

"Fuck, the saint is mine!"

"Bald donkey, die!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The little monk Fatian was drowned in the punches and kicks again, saying that Tiantian refused to respond, and that the earth and earth were not effective.

After half a stick of incense.

Everyone dispersed.

The little monk Fatian was dressed in rags, covered in scars, collapsed on the ground, looking at Hai Qingdong without tears: "Shi, donor. How could you frame me like this?"

Hai Qingdong sneered: "I asked you to cheat and draw a clear line with Mr. Ling, that's the price!"

“…”

The little monk Fatian looked at himself in a mess and wanted to cry without tears. He looked up at the true king tower with the flashing white lights, and suddenly felt a little regretful and appeared in his heart: "Can he really succeed? No, it's impossible?"

at the same time.

Ling Jianchen practiced at the eighth level for half an hour. When he summoned a hell demon at the peak of the True God Realm and swallowed it, Ling Jianchen's body shone with his mighty power, and he swallowed it again.

Entering the eighth level of the True God Realm!

The body of heavenly way, once Nirvana.

The power of the divine heavenly way is rolling red waves.

"Close it!"

Ling Jianchen waved his hand to close the gate of hell, with a cold look on his face. He looked up slightly and looked in the direction of the upper layer of the True King Tower. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a hint of fanatical fighting spirit: "Is the title true god? I want to see, who can stop me!"

God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas.
Chapter completed!