1785: C1785 Blood Ancestor Pressure

C1785 Blood Ancestor Pressure

"This Qin Feng won't break the Blood Ancestor's record will he?"

According to the ancient records, Blood Ancestor took forty-five days to pass through, and up until now, Qin Feng's speed had not changed.

Isn't this ten days more than Blood Ancestor's clear record?

Who the hell was the Blood Ancestor? He was a person of one faith, a divine being that lived in the clouds.

How could this Qin Feng compare to gods?

Impossible.

Every Royal aristocracy subconsciously denied it.

"Is that really impossible?"

Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, Song Ming and the rest of the patriarchs of the Old Twelve Clans looked at each other, seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Blood Ancestor also rose up from the ranks of the Blood descendants.

Since Blood Clan Continent could produce one, then why couldn't he produce a second?

Did he really think that Old Twelve Clans had his head caught in the door, and was willing to plunder the world and give out nearly three billion Third Grade Celestial Stone?

If not for this possibility, why would the Old Twelve Clans send out so many Third Grade Celestial Stone.

This was the way to survive in the Old Twelve Clans — to prepare for a rainy day, and eliminate all sources of danger.

Blood God Pagoda.

An ancient figure slowly woke up from a thousand floors high in the clouds, hidden within the void of reality.

His aged and deep eyes pierced through the layers of space and faintly landed on the floor where Qin Feng was at.

"Interesting, interesting."

"Since you insist, then I'll give you some stimulation."

As the Blood Ancestor waved his hand, a wave of obscure fluctuations started to descend from the thousand level space. Each level they passed through felt like they were infusing the blood spirit with a bit of their soul and strength.

With such a small increase in his soul and strength, the strength of the blood spirit on the seven hundred floor above had undergone a tremendous change.

Qin Feng, who had stepped into the seventh floor of the Blood God Pagoda, immediately felt the change.

"seventh heaven of the ancient gods?"

Looking at the gradually condensing blood spirit in the air, Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and looked at the gradually awakening blood spirit with deep meaning.

According to Elder White Eyebrow's introduction, on the six hundred storeys of Blood God Pagoda, blood spirit's strength would not change at all, and would remain at the Ancient God's Sixth Heaven's level.

Once one breaks through seventh heaven of the ancient gods, who could break through?

The Ancient God's Ninth Heavenly Layer. To be able to break through the First Heavenly Layer in just one day, it could already be said that he was extremely talented.

It was almost impossible to fight someone two levels higher.

At the very least, in the hearts of the nobles of Blood Clan Continent, this was simply impossible.

"Interesting."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and stepped into the perception range of the blood spirit s.

The newly formed blood spirit immediately launched a fierce attack. It was like a real expert, with every move he made, he released an endless amount of pressure.

"Not only has my power increased, even my soul seems to have become stronger."

A sword strike blocked off blood spirit's fierce slash, causing Qin Feng's heart to become shocked, his expression becoming serious.

His slightly narrowed eyes flashed with a bright light as he silently analyzed the flaws of the blood spirit.

"This is a set of knife technique unique to the Blood Family."

Four hours later, Qin Feng finally confirmed the knife technique in blood spirit's hands.

This set of knife technique could be said to be exquisite, even with Qin Feng's innate talent and comprehension, he had spent a full four hours before finally deciphering blood spirit's knife technique.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

The long sword ingeniously pierced through the curtain of the blade and entered the blood spirit's forehead.

"It's finally over."

Letting out a long sigh in his heart, Qin Feng recalled every single detail of the knife technique that the blood spirit was displaying and started to silently deconstruct the domain and mysteries of the seven hundred floor of the Blood God Pagoda.

Following Qin Feng's quietness, the Royal Square began to clamor.

"It's been twelve hours."

"Half a day has passed, but there are still no movements from the Master Qin's light talismans."

"I knew it, how could there be a genius more powerful than this one?"

"This is impossible."

"If you want to break the record of Blood Ancestor, you'd better not worry."

I acknowledge Master Qin's talent, but compared to Blood Ancestor, hehe, what a fool's dream.

Many began to relax.

The faith in their hearts was something no one was allowed to challenge.

The Blood Ancestor was the only true god.

Following this laughter, Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, Song Ming and the other patriarchs of the Old Twelve Clans all heaved a deep sigh of relief. They looked at each other, smiled and nodded: "Let's see it again!"

With that said, Qin Feng's light talisman started to change, the number following closely behind increased by one, to 701.

"It took six hours and a quarter."

Leng Yan raised his head and looked at the sky before coming to a conclusion.

Don't underestimate this short fifteen minutes. This short fifteen minutes represented that Qin Feng was no longer able to maintain a steady rate and had encountered a certain difficulty.

This was the main focus of everyone's attention.

Even if one were to gain an extra breath of time, it would also mean that Qin Feng had broken through that almost constant rate.

"A quarter-hour has passed on the seven hundred level. Two more hours on the eight hundred level. One more day on the nine hundred level …" "Hahaha!"

Leng Yan, Zhu Lou, Song Ming and the rest all revealed a hidden smile at the corner of their mouths.1

Blood God Pagoda.

"He actually wasted a quarter of an hour."

Qin Feng shook his head, raised his foot and stepped onto the congealed staircase, then headed to Floor 701.

In the space seven hundred floors up, every floor of the blood spirit would demonstrate a set of knife technique s or sword moves that he had never seen before.

Qin Feng laughed involuntarily.

"Is this the reward given by the Blood Ancestor?"

Unfortunately, the Mortal Realm already had countless techniques and Tao Art, why would Qin Feng waste his time on learning a Blood Clan's Cultivation Method?

Furthermore, the cultivation of origin all came to the same end, with the Dharma and Tao Art only pointing to the laws and domains.

To control laws and domains was the same as to control the mysteries of the universe.

At this point, even if Qin Feng casually waved his finger, it would bring about an endless amount of pressure.

Level seven hundred. Level seven hundred and one. Level seven hundred and two …

Fifteen minutes to one floor, with a constant rate of progress, Qin Feng advanced towards the eight hundredth floor.

After spending six hours, Qin Feng broke through the 800th level as scheduled.

"…"

The Royal Square was completely silent.

"To think that it would still take twelve hours. Half a day."

Countless nobles were sighing with mixed emotions. They had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

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