Panlong's Growth System

Chapter 291 No.13 Floor
This was a world full of white mist, but Lin Feng couldn't help but frown. He found that his vision and consciousness were greatly restricted.

The surroundings are peaceful, only the white mist is constantly flowing, adding a little life to this boring world.

"Interesting." Lin Feng murmured to himself.

Finding a random direction, Lin Feng walked into the white mist without hesitation, and Lin Feng's figure was slowly submerged by the white mist.

After Lin Feng left, a white figure appeared at Lin Feng's original position, his nose moved slightly, looking at the direction where Lin Feng left, his eyes radiated a fierce light.

With a vague sound of "Bo", the white figure disappeared into the white mist, but in the eyes of others, no change could be seen.

After walking into the mist, Lin Feng realized that his choice seemed to be wrong.In the fog, it was really difficult to tell the direction, but at this moment, Lin Feng found that he seemed to have lost his way.

Faced with this situation, Lin Feng couldn't help showing a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his brows were also tightly frowned.

"Huh..." a small storm appeared in Lin Feng's hand, and he threw it casually, and divine power poured into this small storm.Driven by Lin Feng's divine power, the storm spun crazily, but Lin Feng discovered that the white mist was not affected at all.

"This is it?" A trace of confusion appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, one hand was as deep as lightning, and when he grasped the palm, a white mist appeared in Lin Feng's hand.

Feeling the white mist in his hand, Lin Feng's eyes showed a look of surprise, he felt that the white mist was not simple.

Holding the white mist in his hand, Lin Feng only felt one thing, and that was heavy.But why is such a heavy fog able to float?
Lin Feng shook his head, and threw out the messy thoughts in his mind. The most important thing for him now is to leave this level and enter the next level.

Moreover, Lin Feng could feel that even if he understood the mystery of the white mist, it would not be of great help to him.

While Lin Feng was thinking, a white dagger suddenly appeared behind Lin Feng, and stabbed fiercely towards Lin Feng's back.

"Huh..." All of a sudden, the white mist erupted and attacked Lin Feng fiercely. Lin Feng was directly suppressed, and his speed was greatly reduced.Although Lin Feng was already aware of the attack behind him, but now Lin Feng obviously had no way to stop it.

The body in the body was surging wildly, but Lin Feng's face was still very calm, and there was no worry in his eyes. Could it be that Lin Feng was not worried?
The dagger fell fiercely on Lin Feng's body, but it made a clanging sound, as if a stone met metal, and a gap appeared on the dagger.However, looking closely, there was no wound on Lin Feng's body, and the dagger was indeed trembling non-stop.

Obviously, not only did this attack not pose any threat to Lin Feng, but the shock force from Lin Feng made the attacker tremble.

The dagger disappeared quickly, and he wanted to leave here. It seemed that this sneak attacker also knew the essence of an assassin. He missed a single hit and retreated thousands of miles away.

Unfortunately, although his speed was fast, Lin Feng's speed was even faster. Lin Feng stretched out one hand violently, and grabbed the dagger that was about to disappear.

The strength in his hand increased sharply, and a white figure was pulled out by Lin Feng directly, and fell to the ground fiercely.

Shaking his head a little uncomfortable, feeling the weight on his body, Lin Feng showed a helpless look on his face.

I don't know how this white figure did it, but Lin Feng could feel that the white mist was pressing on him, and at the same time, it was also repelling him.

Moreover, as time went by, the pressure on Lin Feng continued to increase.

However, facing this kind of pressure, Lin Feng can bear it now, after all, Lin Feng's body has reached the level of a master artifact.In a sense, Lin Feng's body has reached the pinnacle of this world.

"Tell me, what's going on!" Lin Feng looked at the white figure in front of him, but he couldn't hide his doubts in his eyes.

However, the white figure didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear Lin Feng's words at all.

Divine power surged out, and a sword appeared in Lin Feng's hand. The sword stabbed fiercely, directly piercing the white figure's arm.

The white figure still didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but white mist kept gushing out from his arm, directly blending into this white misty world.

At the same time, Lin Feng felt that the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger, and the repelling force of this white mist world had increased a lot, which made Lin Feng's expression change involuntarily.

The long sword in his hand was pulled out from the white figure, and Lin Feng's face had become serious. Looking at the expressionless face of the white figure, Lin Feng stabbed fiercely with the sword in his hand.

The white mist spread fiercely, leaving nothing in place.And the pressure on Lin Feng became even greater, but there was a smile on Lin Feng's face, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, ten white figures suddenly appeared beside Lin Feng, holding white long swords in their hands, and rushed towards Lin Feng as if alone.

"Sure enough" seeing this scene, Lin Feng didn't have the slightest worry in his eyes. Instead, his eyes exuded excitement, and he waved the long sword in his hand to meet him.

Dazzling light radiated from the long sword and swept across gently, but the ten figures were directly defeated by Lin Feng, turning into white mist and disappearing before Lin Feng's eyes.

However, seeing this scene, Lin Feng was not at all happy.

Just don't know when, hundreds of figures appeared beside Lin Feng.

Smiling lightly, and swiping the long sword quickly, Lin Feng at this moment seemed to be the incarnation of a deadly Shura.In the white mist, the sword energy was everywhere, but Lin Feng's face was still calm, without any change.

But at this time, Beirut and Qinghuo were observing Lin Feng on the eighteenth floor of the cemetery of the gods. Seeing that Lin Feng killed these hundreds of white figures so easily, there was a trace of inexplicable in their eyes. look.

However, they knew that Lin Feng chose the most difficult path.

The white mist rolled crazily, like hot water boiled by strength, making the sound of "gulu" and "gulu".

But in the center of the white mist, a figure slowly emerged, exuding an ethereal aura.

(End of this chapter)