"Little Huang Fugui, see our ancestors! Ancestor, you will enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as the heavens! You will become a martial artist and rule the world!"
Huang Fugui, who had survived the disaster, immediately showed off his professionalism that had already been engraved in his DNA. He hugged Lin Feng's thigh and started outputting like crazy.
The corners of Lin Feng's eyes couldn't help but twitch when he heard the flattery in so many ways.
"Okay, stop being poor."
Lin Feng tore it off from his leg and threw it on his shoulder, "It's a good thing you're back, but if you dare to talk so much nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll straighten your tongue out?"
"Don't dare! I will be concise and to the point in my speech from now on!"
Huang Fugui shivered in fear, immediately closed his mouth, and used his two front paws to zip up his mouth.
Lin Feng then nodded with satisfaction. He looked around the eighth floor, which had been completely turned into ruins, and finally landed on the giant bronze door leading to the ninth floor, which was the only intact one.
It is different from the Dark Iron gates on the lower floors that are full of restrictions and killing.
This door is simple, heavy, and full of vicissitudes of time.
There are no ferocious monsters or monsters carved on the door, only some seemingly random patterns of mountains, rivers, vegetation, sun, moon and stars, like children's graffiti.
But Lin Feng felt a supreme artistic conception of returning to nature and being one with Tao from these seemingly simple patterns!
"Sir, there seems to be something extraordinary in here..."
Huang Fugui lay next to Lin Feng's ear and whispered, its keen intuition belonging to the monster beast was frantically warning it.
Behind the door, lurking is a being that is far more terrifying than Xue Wuya!
"I know."
Lin Feng's eyes were solemn as never before.
He walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed open the unlocked bronze door.
Crunch--
There is no Gale and murderous intent as imagined.
Behind the door is a soft, warm white light.
The light dissipated, and the scene in front of him made Lin Feng's heart, which had long been tempered by the mountain of corpses Blood Sea Ancient Well, couldn't help but feel a little rippled.
Here, there are no prisons, no instruments of torture, no wailing evil spirits, and no peerless evil spirits chained up.
Here, there is nothing.
There is only a huge bronze door that seems to be integrated into the entire Demon Suppression Tower, standing quietly at the end of the space.
That door is a hundred feet high and about fifty feet wide, and its entire body presents an ancient and mysterious bronze color.
On the door, there are countless mysterious and complicated patterns carved on it, including dragons flying into the sky, Phoenix dancing, Qilin walking on clouds, and thousands of immortals worshiping...
An indescribable, vast and terrifying aura full of imperial majesty came faintly from behind the door, as if connected behind Buddhist Order was another higher-level world!
In front of the huge bronze door, an old man with ragged clothes, white beard and hair, and a body as haggard as a dying man was sitting cross-legged.
His body was wrapped with nine huge chains made of unknown black divine iron as thick as a child's arms.
The other end of the chain was deeply embedded in the giant bronze door, as if it was integrated with the door.
The old man had his eyes closed and no breath, just like a stone statue that had already passed away.
But Lin Feng could feel that from his seemingly dry body, there was a faint, but yet pure sword intent that could poke a hole in the sky!
That sword intent is so sharp and so domineering!
So much so that even the surrounding space was slightly distorted because it could not bear this force!
"This old man... has something."
Lin Feng was secretly stunned in his heart. He could feel that the strength of the old man in front of him was unfathomable, far beyond the comparison of the previous "Immortal on Land" Wei Yuan who could only play fields.
At this moment, the old man seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.
What a pair of eyes those are!
There are no whites of the eyes, no pupils, just two endless seas of swords that contain the birth and death of stars and the rotation of the universe!
Just by looking at each other, Lin Feng felt that his soul would be completely torn and crushed by the invisible sword intent!
He groaned and took half a step back subconsciously, feeling a turmoil in his heart!
So strong!
It's so strong that it's unreasonable!
This old man is definitely the most terrifying enemy he has encountered since time travel!
"How many years..."
The old man spoke slowly, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of rusty iron were rubbing against each other, full of the vicissitudes and loneliness of the years.
"This is the first time that someone has come here alive."
His eyes, which contained an endless sea of swords, stared at Lin Feng calmly, as if they were looking at an interesting toy.
"You are very good."
"With a mortal body, you can beat the madman Undying Demonic Body Xue Wuya, and you can also escape from the 'Ten Thousand Blades Returning to Oblivion' of that junior Wei Yuan. Your body has been tempered to an incredible level.
The point of thinking."
He seemed to have witnessed all the previous battles of Lin Feng, and knew the details of Lin Feng like the back of his hand.
"However, you can't get to the end just by relying on brute force."
The old man shook his head, with a hint of unexplainable regret in his voice.
"You are still too weak."
"May I ask, senior, who is he?"
Lin Feng forced down the shock in his heart and asked in a deep voice.
"Me?"
Hearing this, the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and his laughter was filled with endless sadness and conceit.
"A... lousy old man who has been trapped in this small place and has been living for forty years."
He slowly stood up from the ground.
As he stood up, the nine black chains that tied him made a harsh "clatter" sound, as if they were whining and fearful.
A terrifying sword intent that could not be described in words, was vast and majestic, and seemed to be able to cut off Tiandu with a sword, burst out from his seemingly dry body!
At that moment, he was no longer a ragged old man, but a figure overlooking thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, in charge of the power of life and death for hundreds of millions of creatures...
Peerless Sword Demon!
He looked at Lin Feng, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.
"However, a long time ago, someone called me..."
He spoke every word, and his voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in Lin Feng's mind!
"Sword Demon, Zhang Cheng!"