Villain Fantasies: The Empress Takes My Opportunity From My Mother's Womb

No matter what doubts the outside world had, Su Beimu still came to the eighth level.

Looking at the vivid phantom not far away, he can clearly feel that the stronger the combat power of the same level, the closer the phantom left is to the real one.

For example, the gray-robed Taoist in front of him, even the whisk in his hand is so clear.

Just like a real person standing in front of him.

"The sins of the Nine Netherworlds, the soul and the body follow!" He chanted something softly in his mouth, and the Taoist waved the dust whisk left and right, rolling up a raging storm of vitality.

Facing the enemy's first attack, Su Beimu calmed down and raised his finger to lightly tap the void in front of him.

The storm that had just condensed was obviously unable to resist the influence of Wuhen Bazhi, and suddenly turned into dust in a frenzy of flickering.

Seeing this, the gray-robed Taoist didn't panic in the slightest, and continued to shake his whisk and chanted, "Morning husband, long night, reflect on me!"

Under Shizi's astonished gaze, the whisk began to grow longer and longer, like a giant python hovering, or like a white dragon, about to soar up to the ninth heaven.

The unique knowledge of Tiandao Palace, the first-grade dust whisk technique "the law of heaven and earth solidification".

It is also the fame stunt of Yan Fenglou, the contemporary palace lord.

"Good guy, how dare it be the young phantom of Palace Master Yan?!" Su Beimu finally realized.

No wonder it is so strong, the phantom of Palace Master Yan is only a thin line away from the combat power of the Holy Child.

To challenge the Lingyun Pagoda, Xu Ying's strength is basically equal to that of the challenger, and there is no difference in cultivation between the two sides.

At this time, the true combat power of the warrior will be tested more and more.

Those who are only ascetics will not be able to achieve excellent results in the pagoda challenge.

"I defeated the phantom of the Palace Master, will you wear small shoes for me in the future?" Su Beimu was inexplicably guilty.

Of course, his movements were not slow at all.

Swing the sword to break the floating clouds, and the blue lotus blooms!

Blossoming lotus blossoms, and the cyan sword pierces straight ahead.

Penetrating into the dust whisk, Su Beimu's wrist flicked, and the sword light suddenly split into thousands, intending to tear apart any ear of dust that dared to approach.

However, how can the unique knowledge of Taoism and palaces be so easily deciphered?

If this continues, the two sides will fall into an endless war of attrition.

Even if he wins in the end, he probably doesn't have the energy to continue challenging the phantom of the young emperor.

"Worthy of being the Palace Master, it's really interesting."

Taking a deep breath, Su Beimu suddenly stood up, the long sword in his hand gathered thousands of brilliance.

The prince condescendingly slashed out with a sword, the strike of the sword was brilliant and swift, and possessed a sword energy that was so cold to the bone.

The dust whisk stunt performed by the head of the juvenile palace could not stop its impact at all.

When Xu Ying realized that the situation was not good, the cyan sword light flew obliquely, piercing through its chest like a frightened light and lightning in an instant.

When the pen falls, it shocks the wind and rain, and the green lotus pierces the sun!

The first sword of Qinglian Sword Song, the essence is "secret", the light of the sword is divided into thousands, making it impossible for the enemy to retreat.

Then the key to the second sword lies in "gathering".

Gather the supreme power, fit together into a sword and strike a sure-kill blow.

Without using the destiny value, the current Su Beimu can only comprehend these two swords.

"Phew, it's too bad, the consumption of vitality is greater than expected." At this moment, he no longer has that leisure.

While the person was still on the seventh floor, he seized the time to close his eyes and rest his mind, trying hard to restore the vitality in his body.

Next, he will face the real challenge, the phantom of Emperor Qionghua, the absolute holy child level combat power.

With Qi, blood and extreme chakra, Su Beimu successfully possessed the combat power of the Saint Child level, but in terms of subdivision, he is at best a beginner at this level.

Young Emperor Qionghua is three years older than him, and his combat power will surely be even more astonishing, with a high probability of reaching the mid-level combat power evaluation of the Saint Child.

This challenge is by no means as easy as imagined.

Taking advantage of breath adjustment, Su Beimu gradually settled his mind and actively communicated with the green lotus that was gestating in his body.

No, it should be called the Magic Lotus now.

"Isn't it okay?"

"Then, let me use my destiny to help you."

Outside, the violent noise still lingers.

[Su Beimu, the eighth floor of Lingyun Tower, the challenge time is 12 minutes and 06 seconds. 】

The record that had just been broken not long ago was refreshed again at this moment, and the customs clearance time has been increased by a full 20 minutes.

What does this mean?
It shows that there is a gap in strength between Mu Fan and Shizi.

"Teacher." Mu Fan clenched his fists tightly, blood was slowly overflowing from his gums.

I don't know why, but he is born to be very unhappy to see the prince.

Why did he come from a humble background, bear the infamy of a waste since he was a child, and survived the battle of a hundred cities before he could get the chance to join the Tiandao Palace.

But the other party was born with the auspiciousness of heaven and earth, the Qing Emperor's inheritance descended from the sky, and the Palace Master even came to investigate directly.

This injustice may be the real source of his anger.

"Child." An old voice sounded: "You are different from him. You started from a humble beginning and have overcome endless difficulties and obstacles to get to this step."

"It's true that every step you take is extremely difficult, and if you make a mistake, you will be smashed to pieces."

"But you have to understand that only in this way can a supreme power be created."

Seeing that the disciple's mood eased, the old man continued to persuade: "On the other hand, another person, he has been shrouded in luck since birth, but there is no guarantee that he will not encounter storms in his life."

"You have survived 99 ordeals in pain, and one big luck can make you rise."

"He was lucky to pass 99 ordeals, and one misfortune could kill him."

"You are a smart person, don't be blinded by the prosperity in front of you."

The pestle stood there in a daze for a while, but Mu Fan suddenly came to his senses, and cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.

He knew that he had just encountered a demon on the way of cultivation.

If you don't make it through, you will sink into it. If it is mild, your personality will change drastically, and if it is serious, it may cause the vitality in your body to bite back.

"Thank you teacher, I understand." He closed his eyes in silence for a long time, and when Mu Fan opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to their previous calmness.

"Children can be taught." The old man smiled gratifiedly, and then fell silent without saying a word.

This scene was also seen by many bigwigs on the high platform.

"You can come out so quickly, you are a great talent." Someone praised him.

"This year's luck is very good, there are two outstanding wizards at once." There is a peak master who is about to move.

It's fine if you don't get a son, but you must never let another genius go.

Otherwise, after ten years, my lineage will completely lose its competitiveness in the sect.

Mu Fan broke through the inner demons and won repeated praises from the masters, as if he was the biggest winner.

But no one thought of a thing
If the son in the pagoda can go one step further and complete the curse that has not been broken for 500 years.

At that time, facing the huge gap visible to the naked eye, can this son of luck still maintain his current indifferent attitude?