Martial Inverse

"Yan Hao and Zhu Li, and the disciples of the two Da Luo Shenzongs are not ... it seems that the assessments are different!"

Feng Hao did not see the figures of Yan Hao and others. When he wanted to come, as the guardian of the temple said, this is the recognition of heaven and earth ...

But Feng Hao suddenly felt something.

The recognition of this ancestral temple can be regarded as ... one of the opportunities left by the birth of the master of the universe.

just like……

After his Fengzhou is finished, he can also leave a few and a half walks of ancestral opportunities to place in the shrine built by Fengzhou somewhere to store the opportunities.

Then, based on the qualifications of the destiny who entered the temple, they were given a specific assessment to determine whether they were eligible to inherit the opportunity of this half-way ancestor.

In the final analysis, this opportunity is just a force for packaging.

"So it is ..."

Feng Hao murmured in a low voice, he knew that most of this inference would not be wrong, so to speak ... this emperor's chance is not obtained by a strong person.

Basically ... anyone who is qualified to enter the temple has a chance.

It has nothing to do with realm.

Even an ordinary person can.

Feng Hao saw a magma-built bridge in Purgatory Land, and there was a door at the opposite end of the bridge.

"It seems that we have to walk over this rock bridge and reach that door for the next round of assessment ..."

Feng Hao didn't feel that the assessment was just one pass.

Putting it another way, if he left the opportunity in Fengzhou, it would never be so simple. Everyone would want to step into the sky.

But ... the details must be enough!

All parties must also be strong, otherwise all the consequences of this strength will not be able to bear.

Feng Hao is indifferent to the creatures in Purgatory. To him ... all these are false, all illusions created by the people who make the land of trials.

He boarded the hot rock bridge, and when the burning sensation from the soles of his feet reached the soul, Feng Hao could not help.

"real?"

Feng Hao was shocked. He seemed to be able to feel the uncle Li Chongyang's situation in Feng Zhou.

This is an illusion.

Why is it so real?

There is nothing wrong with the feeling of burning the soul.

But Feng Hao didn't care. In the great pain and suffering, he couldn't compare with all the suffering he experienced from the Tianwu continent all the way to today.

How can I be afraid of this trial when I have traveled?

However, the more he went forward, the more the pain deepened, but Feng Hao didn't frown, even though both feet were already scorched at this time, still unmoved.

Keep moving forward.

When halfway through, the wailing sounds in the ears seemed to suddenly enlarge, it seemed that Feng Hao went further, and the pain they experienced would be deeper.

"Don't go any further, please let us go? As long as you walk over, it is all sacrificed with our lives ..."

"Ah ... I'm so miserable, this **** purgatory."

"Please, go back, so that the magma will cool down, and we will not suffer so much pain. We cannot survive, we cannot die!"

There was an endless expression of pain on the face of the creature rolling in the magma.

They are mourning, begging Fenghao to let go.

"In the end, you will be dead. If you have ever existed, the next life ... become an ordinary person!"

Feng Hao continued to walk, but strangely, after he ignored these people's begging for mercy, the burning pain of that soul became lighter and lighter.

Then ... when he reached the bridgehead, no pain was gone.

Feng Hao looked back, the creatures in the magma had disappeared, and there was no wailing. There was only a rock bridge leading to the copper gate in front of him in purgatory.

Feng Hao pushed open the copper door in front of him. Suddenly ... a cold wind invaded the bones, and even the snow and sky were blowing in.

Then melted in the land of purgatory.

"Ice and fire are two-fold? There will be no trials anywhere ..."

Feng Hao could not help laughing.

He had speculations in this regard before, after this purgatory, is it ice-related? I didn't expect it to be.

He pushed open the Tongmen, stepped into the snow and ice behind the Tongmen, and suddenly, a biting cold that reached the soul was trying to destroy his will.

With Feng Hao's previous experience, even if his body was almost frozen into an iceman, he would not be moved.

Keep going.

There was no ice bridge this time, and he climbed and climbed in this vast snowy mountain, because ... on the top of the snowy mountain, it can be seen that Tongmen stood on top of the mountain.

Then ...

Feng Hao saw not far from the front, there were also some people who were climbing ... these people even had the marks of the disciples in the Xuanxian ancestors.

Feng Hao frowned: "Are they all from the Xuanxian ancestor world?"

Feng Hao could not help frowning at this time. When he remembered coming in, the guardian of the temple mentioned tens of thousands of years ago, that is to say ...

These people are the gods of Tianzong who came in last time?

At this time, a disciple in front of God suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Hao, and said, "There is another one, and it seems that our competition is much greater."

At the same time, everyone else looked at it and chuckled: "Competition? Can you climb there?"

Feng Hao wanted to use the power of Feng Zhou, but found that ... in this place of trial, it could not be launched.

It was as if there was a stronger force, forcibly cutting off his connection with the wind and the wind in the Tao base in his body.

At this moment, Feng Hao felt a hint of danger.

This place of trial ... is not easy.

Even ... makes him feel that there is power behind him to observe everything here.

Since the power of Feng Zhou cannot be used, Feng Hao can only move forward with his teeth.

Feng Hao ignored these people and faced the snow and headed towards the top of the snow mountain.

Soon he passed the first Shenzong disciple.

"So fast? This master, how about taking me?"

The disciple who was surpassed by Feng Hao at that time reached out and grabbed Feng Hao's hand. At that moment ... Feng Hao moved again.

This is a dead person.

Yes ... the moment when this disciple of disciples touched Feng Hao's arm, Feng Hao felt ... this person did not have a heartbeat.

But how can a dead person speak and act?

Feng Hao knew that this was still part of the assessment. He slightly shaken his arm and shook the man's hand away, saying, "Why bother to miss it, why not let it go?"

"Really ... but how do you put it down?"

The Shenzong disciple's eyes were suddenly blank, and then his body fell down in the snow mountain.

"These people should be the ones who entered the temple before, and those who remain here ... are dead!"

Feng Hao felt that the practice was too difficult, as difficult as climbing.

From mortal practice to Xuanxian, all the way through the thorns, billions of people were trampled under their feet, and in the end ... after all, no different from mortals, unavoidable death.

Feng Hao continued to move forward, and asked if he could die in the evening. On this road to climb the end of the heaven, Feng Hao never gave up his footsteps.

Now, and in the future!