Martial Inverse

"Yan Hao, Zhu Li, and the two disciples of Daluo Shenzong are not here... It seems that the assessments are different!"

Feng Hao didn't see the figures of Yan Hao and others, thinking about it, as the guardian of the temple said, this is the recognition of heaven and earth...

But Feng Hao suddenly felt something.

Could the approval of the ancestral temple be regarded as... one of the opportunities left behind by the master who was born in this universe.

just like……

After his Feng Zhou Dacheng, he can also leave a few chances of half-step Taoist ancestors, and put them in a temple built by Feng Zhou to store chances.

Then, according to the qualifications of those who entered the temple, they were given a specific assessment to determine whether they were eligible to inherit the opportunity of this half-step Taoist ancestor.

In the final analysis, this opportunity is just a great power of packing.

"I see……"

Feng Hao murmured in a low voice, he knew that this inference was probably not wrong, in this way... the opportunity of the emperor cannot be obtained by powerful people.

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

Regardless of boundaries.

Even an ordinary person is fine.

Feng Hao saw a bridge made of magma in the land of purgatory, and there was a door at the opposite end of the bridge.

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

Feng Hao didn't feel that there was only one test for this assessment.

Thinking in another way, if he leaves a chance in Fengzhou, it will definitely not be so simple, everyone wants to reach the sky in one step.

But... the background must be enough!

You must be strong in all aspects, otherwise you will not be able to bear all the consequences of this strength.

Feng Hao is indifferent to the creatures in purgatory. To him...all these are fake, they are all illusions created by the people who created the place of trial.

He boarded the hot rock bridge, and when the burning sensation from the soles of his feet reached the depths of his soul, Feng Hao couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"reality?"

Feng Hao was shocked, he seemed to be able to feel the situation of his master uncle Li Chongyang entering Feng Zhou.

It's an illusion, yes.

But why is it so real?

There's nothing wrong with that soul-burning feeling.

But Feng Hao didn't care about it. The pain and tribulations he suffered in the past were nothing compared to all the tribulations he had experienced all the way from the Tianwu Continent to today.

How can you be afraid of this trial after the road you have traveled before?

However, as he walked forward, the pain intensified, but Feng Hao didn't even frown, even though his feet were burnt at this time, he still remained unmoved.

keep going.

Halfway through the walk, the howling sounds in their ears seemed to suddenly become amplified. It seemed that if Feng Hao walked forward, the pain they would experience would be deeper.

"Don't go any further, please let us go? As long as you walk over, it will be a sacrifice with our lives..."

"Ahh...I'm in so much pain, this damn purgatory."

"Please, go back, this way the magma will cool down, and we won't have to suffer so much, we can't live, we can't die!"

The creature rolling in the magma,

An expression of endless pain appeared on his face.

They were howling, begging Feng Hao to let him go.

"One general will eventually become ten thousand bones. If you really existed, in the next life...be an ordinary person!"

Feng Hao continued to move forward, but strangely, after he ignored these people's begging for mercy, the burning pain in his soul became lighter and lighter.

And then... when he got to the bridge, any pain was gone.

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

Feng Hao pushed open the bronze door in front of him, and suddenly... a feeling of cold wind hit the bones, and even the wind and snow blowing in from the sky.

Then dissolve in the land of purgatory.

"Two Heavens of Ice and Fire? There will always be trials everywhere..."

Feng Hao couldn't help laughing lightly.

He had guessed in this regard before, whether this purgatory was related to ice, but he didn't expect it to be.

He pushed open the copper door and stepped into the icy and snowy land behind the copper door. Immediately, a bone-piercing cold that reached the depths of his soul was trying to destroy his will.

And Feng Hao had the experience just now, even if his whole body was almost frozen like an iceman, he was still unmoved.

keep going.

This time there was no ice bridge, so he climbed forward in the vast snow-capped mountains, because... on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a bronze gate could be vaguely seen standing on the top of the mountain.

Then...

Feng Hao saw that not far ahead, there were also some people climbing, and these people... actually had the imprints of the disciples of the Shenzong in the Xuanxian Ancestral Realm.

Feng Hao frowned and said, "They are all from the Xuanxian Ancestral Realm?"

Feng Hao couldn't help frowning at this time. He remembered that when he came in, the guardian of the temple mentioned tens of thousands of years ago, that is to say...

These people are all the Shenzong Tianjiao who came in for the trial last time?

At this moment, a Shenzong disciple in front suddenly turned his head to look at Feng Hao and said, "There is another one. It seems that our competition is much stronger."

At the same time, the others all looked over and said with a sneer, "Competition? Can we climb there and talk about it."

Feng Hao wanted to use the power of the wind and universe, but found that...in this trial ground, it couldn't be deployed.

It was as if there was a stronger force that forcibly severed his connection with Feng Zhou in Dao Ji in his body.

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

This place of trial...is really not easy.

It even... made him feel that there was a powerful behind him observing everything here.

Since he couldn't use the power of the wind and universe, Feng Hao could only grit his teeth and move forward.

Feng Hao ignored these people, and headed towards the top of the snow mountain against the wind and snow.

Soon, he surpassed the first Shenzong disciple.

"So fast? Junior brother, why don't you take me for a ride?"

The Shenzong disciple who was surpassed by Feng Hao stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Hao's hand. At that moment... Feng Hao was moved again.

This is a dead man.

That's right... The moment this Shenzong disciple touched Feng Hao's arm, Feng Hao felt it... This person has no heartbeat.

But how can a dead man speak and move?

Feng Hao knew that this was still part of the assessment, so he shook his arm slightly, shook the man's hand away, and said, "Why obsess over this, since there is no fate, why not let it go?"

"Really... But how can I let it go?"

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

"These people should have entered the temple before, and those who stayed here... are all dead!"

Feng Hao lamented that the way of cultivation is too difficult, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky.

From mortal cultivation to Xuanxian, all the way through thorns and thorns, billions of people have been trampled under their feet, and in the end... After all, they are no different from mortals, and they will inevitably die.

Feng Hao continued to move forward, and he would die in the morning and evening. On this road to the end of the heavenly path, Feng Hao never gave up his footsteps.

It is now and it will be in the future!