"Actually, I hope you can stay. If you stay here, it will not be worse than you. And even if you can defeat the remaining will of the nine barbarian emperors, you will never be the opponent of the Thirteen Golden Martial Saints. I advise you to give up and don't waste the world and energy on it."
"Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to go up there. Please help me." Tianyang looked at the Guardian with his unchanged thoughts.
"Okay, since you must go up, I have no reason to stop you. Go, I hope you will have good luck." The Guardian sighed helplessly. He originally hoped that he could have someone to accompany him, but he still couldn't keep it. He felt lonely when he stayed in Mangu Tower for the rest of his life.
Tianyang looked at the old man in front of him and felt a little pity for him. But how could he leave behind more important things?
"Dong, dongdong!" Tianyang walked up to the eighth floor step by step with heavy footsteps. In the eighth floor of the Barbarian Bone Tower, the rich spirit of the Barbarian Emperor had almost condensed into substances, turning into golden clouds floating in the air.
"Huh!" Tianyang took a deep breath, and a golden cloud was sucked into his mouth uncontrollably. The Barbarian Emperor contained in it was purely integrated into the flesh and blood. Tianyang could clearly feel the increase in his power. This golden cloud at least increased his power by more than ten thousand pounds.
When they felt someone coming, the Thirteen Golden Martial Saints, who were originally like statues, opened their eyes one after another. Strong golden energy surged out from them.
"Thirteen Golden Martial Saints." Tianyang stared at them, their bodies were wrapped in a layer of golden armor, and powerful energy spread out from them, almost covering the entire eighth-level pagoda. The huge pressure made him completely unable to breathe.
"Do you want to enter the ninth level? Or do you just want to stay on the eighth level to practice?" The Thirteen Golden Martial Saints stared at Tianyang.
"Please give me advice." Tianyang looked at them, and his fighting spirit surged wildly. Even if he knew that he might not be the opponent of the Thirteen Golden Martial Saint, he would not change his determination to fight.
"You are not bad." Seeing Tianyang facing them and being able to ignite such a strong fighting spirit, the Thirteen Golden Martial Saint couldn't help but nod.
"Thank you." The Bodhisattva totem behind Tianyang slowly rose, and infinite Buddha light surged out from the totem, covering the eighth-level pagoda space. It dispersed the powerful martial saint energy around it.
"Golden Domain!" The Thirteen Golden Martial Saint took action, and the entire eighth-layer pagoda space seemed to solidify instantly. The endless qi began to slowly turn into liquid, turning into golden liquid to fill the entire space.
"Ah!" Tianyang felt that his body could not move it at all. The huge pressure made him feel that his body seemed to be crushed. Fortunately, he had blood energy to protect his body, so he barely helped him resist the terrifying pressure around him.
"Break!" Thirteen golden fists were blasting out at the same time, and the terrifying strong wind drove the golden flow and hit Tianyang hard.
"Bagua!" Tianyang's Eight Trigrams Plate Sacrifice Vessel turned into a huge Bagua to protect the whole body.
"Boom, boom." Thirteen golden flows hit the Bagua hard, and the Bagua on Tianyang's body kept trembling, and cracks appeared on it.
"Bang!" The Bagua was broken, revealing the original body of the Bagua plate. The terrifying fist force hit Tianyang hard. Tianyang was shaken away.
"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Tianyang's mouth, and the blood energy on his body collapsed in an instant. Fortunately, he had already refined into a golden bone and golden body, and his body was extremely strong. Otherwise, he would probably not be able to take the punch of the thirteen Golden Martial Saints.
"You, no." The Thirteen Golden Martial Saint looked at Tianyang and shook his head. Tianyang was still very different from them now.
"I know." Tianyang lowered his head. He originally thought that his strength should be enough to deal with the Thirteen Golden Martial Saints. After all, even the phantom condensed by the will of the nine barbarian emperors was defeated by him, and his confidence soared. But unexpectedly, the real Thirteen Golden Martial Saints was so powerful. He was so vulnerable in front of them.
"Actually, you are already pretty good. There are not many people who can get here. Since we have been protecting the golden body of the ancestor emperor, there are only a few people who can pass here. But each of them is much older than you."
"I really want to know how others have passed this level. Your strength is so strong. I'm afraid no one can pass under the Martial Master." Tianyang looked at them. Each of the thirteen Golden Martial Masters is a strong man comparable to the peak Martial Master's realm, and he is very close to the extreme realm. The most important thing is that their natal magic power is too strong. In the face of this natal magic power, I'm afraid that the extreme martial saint level will be blocked from his actions. It's hard to imagine who can break their invincible natal magic power.
"To be precise, no one can pass our level. Two little guys came more than ten years ago. But they are different from you. They are all the purest bloodline of the Barbarian Emperor. Of course, we won't make things too difficult for them. Letting them enter the ninth level should be helpful to them. More than ten years have passed, and those two boys don't know how much they have grown."
"The two people you are talking about should be my father-in-law, King Zhengde and King Shura. Since you can let them go, why can't you help me?" Tianyang looked at them eagerly. Although he was confident, he also understood that it was almost impossible to defeat the Thirteen Golden Martial Saints.
"You, no. Although your qualifications seem to be higher than those two boys, you are not the orthodox bloodline of the royal family after all. If you want to enter the ninth level, you should naturally be subject to a more stringent test. Why can everyone accept the martial arts inheritance of the ancestor? "
"Sir, can't you really help the boy? Although the boy is just a barbarian county horse, he has also received the bloodline of the ancestor emperor, so he should be considered the bloodline of the emperor. Isn't he qualified to accept the martial arts inheritance of the ancestor emperor?"
"The martial arts inheritance of the ancestor emperor is only qualified by the direct bloodline of the royal family. Don't say that you are just a barbarian county horse, even if you are an orthodox royal family, you'd better practice here. There are thirty-six barbarian emperor relics in the eighth level, which contains the inheritance of the thirty-six barbarian emperors. You can choose one of them at will. In addition, there are also 72 barbarian emperor relics on the seventh level, and you can also choose one of them. Although they are not as good as the martial arts inheritance of the ancestor emperor, they are enough for you to enjoy for the rest of your life."
"Thank you for your kindness. Since you refuse, I will defeat you with your own strength." Tianyang looked at them. No matter how difficult it was, he must get the ancestral emperor's barbarian bones. No one can stop him.
"We are waiting for you to defeat. In fact, if you can defeat us, we will be relieved." As the thirteen Golden Martial Saints who protect the golden body of the ancestor emperor, they do not allow failure. Failure represents the end of their mission.