"The Deng Yuntai is now available. Disciples, you can go up to the rooftop and head to Xiaowu Mountain!"
The second hall master looked back at the young talent behind him, with a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, Second Hall Master!"
A group of disciples from the Mingguang Hall bowed to the master of the second hall and began to climb towards the Cloud Climbing Platform.
As for Tuoba Yan, he also mingled among the disciples of Mingguang Hall, following Ling Feng's footsteps and setting foot on the Cloud Climbing Platform together.
At the same time, other major witch clan branch halls, as well as other warriors from other forces who had obtained Wu Lingbi, also rushed to the Dengyuntai one after another.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
As a warrior, I never want to be inferior to others and always strive for the first place!
"First, it belongs to me, Wu Xuan."
In an instant, the young warrior, who was wearing a purple and gold dragon-patterned robe, tall and strong, with a fierce and domineering appearance, took a step forward. In an instant, he was like a real dragon out of the sea, soaring through the nine heavens, rushing towards the Cloud Climbing Platform.
This person is the genius of the Extreme God Clan mentioned by Shentu Xuance and Ye Wuxin.
And as soon as this "Wu Xuan" moved, the other warriors carrying Wu Lingbi became fierce and rushed up.
After all, although it doesn't mean anything to be the first to reach the top of the Cloud Platform, being first is always something that attracts people's attention.
In an instant, a hundred people rushed towards Xiaowu Mountain to climb the stairs to the top.
"Who dares to compete with me, Wu Xuan, for first place."
Wu Xuan's voice was extremely powerful, resounding like the dragon's roar from the Nine Heavens, with endless domineering and sharp edge, like the ruler between heaven and earth.
At the same time, an extremely terrifying edge spurted out of Wu Xuan's body in an instant, like a peerless sword unsheathed, about to break through the sky.
In an instant, the golden light was so dazzling that no one dared to look at it!
This is a fighting spirit!
Golden fighting spirit!
"This is……"
"Oh my god, the golden fighting spirit!"
In the Southern Witch Territory, the witchcraft practiced by warriors focuses more on the cultivation of the soul, so most warriors, after entering the holy level, basically have the level of a silver fighting spirit.
This point is very different from the West Sword Region.
However, although silver fighting spirits are relatively common, gold fighting spirits are very rare.
And this Wu Xuan's golden fighting spirit is clearly and vaguely visible, with a hint of colorful halo.
This also means that Wu Xuan's golden fighting spirit has reached its peak level, and is only one step away from reaching the level of the seven-colored fighting spirit.
"It's actually the pinnacle golden fighting spirit!"
Under the Dengyun Platform, a famous martial artist was dumbfounded and exclaimed. His tone was full of disbelief. His expressions were also very exaggerated and distorted.
Even the second hall master was completely stunned.
The golden fighting spirit, which is infinitely close to the level of the colorful fighting spirit, is worthy of being a genius of the Ji Dao God Clan. It is truly incredible!
Even at his age, although he still has a golden fighting spirit, he has only reached the intermediate level of golden fighting spirit.
"The peak golden fighting spirit?"
A smile appeared on Ling Feng's lips.
Is it amazing to be close to the colorful fighting spirit?
I am already a colorful fighting spirit!
Sure enough, when he saw Wu Xuan showing off his golden fighting spirit, Shentu Xuance couldn't help but look up at Ling Feng's back.
He clearly remembered that when Ling Feng passed through the four calamities of life and death, he already had a colorful fighting spirit!
This monster!
Shentu Xuance shook his head. Seeing that Ling Feng had no intention of exposing the colorful fighting spirit, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.
This guy is as low-key as ever.
In his impression, Ling Feng had never been an arrogant person and would never reveal his strength or trump cards.
But once trouble comes, he will use thunderous means to quickly kill his opponent to ashes.
This is probably called, people are cruel and don't talk much.
No matter what, Wu Xuan, who released his peak golden fighting spirit, successfully frightened the others.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Xuan rushed into the stairs of the Cloud Climbing Platform. His body trembled suddenly, as if there was an invisible pressure acting on him, causing his speed to drop suddenly.
Wu Xuan's expression changed, and he quickly adjusted to adapt to the sudden pressure. His speed increased again, but it was obviously not as fast as before.
The other warriors also woke up from the shock of the peak golden fighting spirit. When they saw Wu Xuan rushing up the stairs to the rooftop one by one, they quickly set off and rushed towards the Cloud Climbing Platform at full speed.
Ling Feng shrugged. To be honest, if he wanted to surpass this Wu Xuan, it would only take a matter of minutes.
But he didn't have much interest. Anyway, being the first to reach the top of the Cloud Platform would not bring any benefits. On the contrary, he would be easily stared at by others.
Meaningless!
"The Jidao God Clan has produced another terrifying monster!"
The second master of the Mingguang Palace could not help but sigh. After all, the gods were gods, and they indeed had extraordinary talents that surpassed ordinary mortals.
"The Jidao God Clan is certainly powerful, but this is just the beginning."
Not far away, an old man wearing a blue robe with a thunder logo engraved on his left shoulder narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Everything depends on what kind of opportunities we can get in Xiaowu Mountain."
"good."
A man wearing a red robe and long red hair said loudly: "We, the young men of the Fire Clan, will not give in so easily."
…
While the elders of the eight major witch clans were chatting, the situation on the Dengyuntai was already changing rapidly.
It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!
Ling Feng and others rushed into the stairs of Xiaowu Mountain like moths rushing to the flame. They immediately felt a strong pressure, suppressing it from all directions. Suddenly, their bodies trembled and their legs sank.
Those who were on guard almost sat down.
"What a powerful soul oppression!"
Those who can obtain the Wu Ling Bi are not weak, and each of them activates their own fighting spirit. Although it is not as exaggerated as that of Wu Xuan, they are all silver-level fighting spirits.
Suddenly, streaks of silver light rose into the sky.
Unlike Ling Feng who uses his own magic form as his fighting spirit, most of the geniuses of the eight major witch clans use the power of their major attributes as their fighting spirit.
For example, for the geniuses of the Fire Clan, most of their fighting spirits are flames of various shapes or fire-based monsters.
Geniuses of the light clan, such as Shen Tu Xuance, his fighting spirit is a pair of wings of light.
Or, like Wu Xuan, he uses the form of his own weapon as a fighting spirit.
Of course, this is just a difference in form, and there is not much difference in strength.
However, the more powerful the origin of the soul is, the more complex the form formed by the battle soul will be.
Ling Feng's ability to use his own Dharma form as a fighting spirit has, to a certain extent, proved that the origin of his soul is so powerful that it is outrageous.
Stepping onto the Cloud Climbing Platform, Ling Feng also felt a strong pressure, as if there were several big mountains pressing down on him.
This kind of pressure acts on one's own soul.
And this is why other warriors have to activate their fighting spirits as soon as they board the Cloud Climbing Platform.
However, this level of soul pressure is basically nothing to him.
Without sacrificing his fighting spirit, or even using the power of his divine consciousness, Ling Feng just strolled forward step by step, as if he was walking in his own back garden.