Fighting the Martial Universe

Zhang Mofan's talent can be said to truly surpass the geniuses they have seen before.

Therefore, the leader of Mu League decided to let Zhang Mofan give it a try, not to mention that her daughter still needs princess tears.

"Xiaoman is really affectionate and righteous to Zhang Mofan, I hope he can find Princess tears."

Nie Canghai also sighed.

What Mu Xiaoman did to Zhang Mofan, he saw everything in his eyes, almost silently giving, and in the end, he even took his own life.

"If he can't even condense the seventh-order holy wings, he doesn't have to try."

Demon He said.

The seventh-order holy wing is the real lowest standard.

What he condensed was the sixth-order holy wings.

However, it was blown out directly by the storm before it really went deep into the storm countercurrent.

Hum!

Zhang Mofan stepped into the altar, and as soon as he fell, he immediately felt that this altar seemed completely different from the outside world, and there was an invisible majesty here.

This kind of majesty seems to have a huge peak, pressing one's shoulders, making people very uncomfortable.

Zhang Mofan frowned and immediately felt that there were feathers floating around the altar.

At this time, the voice of the leader of Mu was also transmitted: "The feathers in this altar, called the holy feathers, will continue to gather behind you, the process of cohesion, the coercion will gradually increase, and a wing will be condensed. Once the first-order holy wing is condensed successfully, the coercion will double and begin to condense the second wings."

In the altar, the feathers of many holy ranks gathered crazily. Behind Zhang Mofan, one wing from the left and the other condensed.

Suddenly, Zhang Mofan felt the pressure skyrocketing, but he still straightened his body, and the holy feathers continued to gather. Behind him, one left and one right, and one more wing, it was already a second-order holy wing.

The coercion is raised again!

Generally speaking, the gathering of the fifth-order holy wings is not an obstacle to the martial artist of the Hundred Aperture Realm. Any martial artist can come together to condense.

However, success in cohesion is one thing, and whether it can get out of the altar is another.

Many geniuses were crushed to death by coercion because they couldn't get out of the altar when they gathered the Holy Wing.

"call...."

Zhang Mofan sighed softly, he had begun to gather the seventh-order holy wings, and his expression was very relaxed, this kind of pressure, even for some powerful Hundred Aperture Realm martial artists, was unbearable.

The martial artist of the Hundred Aperture Stage does not have any physical defenses.

However, Zhang Mofan didn't have much pressure. He was supported by Pluto's bones. No matter how strong the pressure was, it would be difficult to destroy his physical body.

"Huh? Zhang Mofan is already gathering seventh-order holy wings."

Seeing Zhang Mofan's back, one left and one right, each with seven feather wings, the three of them were a little unbelievable in each other's eyes.

"Zhang Mofan, since the seventh-order Saint Wing is condensed, come out quickly."

Leader Mu reminded loudly.

However, Zhang Mofan did not respond to the leader of Mu and continued to bear it.

"Uh...."

As soon as Tier 8 Saint Wing was gathered, Zhang Mofan felt in vain, his body sank sharply, and his legs were a little bent.

His physical body, under this pressure, began to explode.

If it weren't for the support of Pluto's bones, I'm afraid, the whole person would be crushed on the ground.

At this time, the pressure in the altar was enough to crush the power of the imperial Qi realm to death.

"It's rank 8 Saint Wing, he has truly reached the level of Xiao Qing."

The leader of Mu League watched this scene, with a violent shock rolling in his heart, a warrior of the Hundred Aperture Realm, actually able to withstand the pressure of the eighth rank.

"Zhang Mofan, come out quickly, Tier Nine is not something you can bear, and no one in Dongzhou can condense Tier Nine Sacred Wings, don't take risks anymore."

Condensing the eighth-order holy wing, has completely exceeded their imagination.

If you continue, Zhang Mofan is likely to die.

However, Zhang Mofan was still struggling to persist, saying: "The storm is going against the current, and there are many dangers. Since you have to fight, let's fight here first."

Hum!

Suddenly, a strong coercion broke out from the entire altar, and the coercion bombarded it, and Zhang Mofan's bones of the Pluto erupted with a click.

Finally, he was finally crushed on the ground.

The ninth-order holy wing was also successfully condensed.

However, Meng Mu, Nie Canghai and Yaohe couldn't laugh.

Zhang Mofan was already pressed down on the ground, what about the ninth-order holy wings? If you can't get out of the altar, it will be meaningless.

boom!

At this time, the coercion skyrocketed again, Zhang Mofan's whole person, directly pressed on the ground, the tenth-order holy wings condensed.

Immediately afterwards, the eleventh-order holy wings condensed and the twelfth-order holy wings condensed.

"Twelfth-tier Saint Wing is the true ultimate Saint Wing, but Zhang Mofan can't get out of the altar at all."

Nie Canghai said.

"Zhang Mofan, how are you now?"

Leader Mu immediately walked over and asked with concern.

"No, I seem to be pressing a huge mountain right now, and I can't move at all. Fortunately, my defense is strong, and this coercion did not cause me any harm!"

Zhang Mofan was lying on the ground, even if he wanted to move his arm, it was very difficult.

"It's fine if you are fine. Now, you have to rely on yourself and find a way to get out."

Mumeng Road.

The current Zhang Mofan, as if being sealed by the altar, was not injured, but he couldn't get out.

"In this holy altar, the true energy can't be moved at all, how can I get out?"

Zhang Mofan's whole heart sank, and his true energy could not be moved, which meant that the fighting spirit could not be moved either.

For three consecutive days, Zhang Mofan tried various methods ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to no avail.

The leader of Mu League looked at Zhang Mofan and blamed: "Originally, you should have come out if you condense the ninth-order holy wings."

He still had a glimmer of hope for Zhang Mofan, and now, the hope was completely shattered.

Zhang Mofan will always be suppressed in the altar, unable to go out.

After the leader left, Nie Canghai also walked in, looked at Zhang Mofan who was lying on the ground, and said lightly: "Do you regret it?"

"What do I regret?"

Zhang Mofan asked back.

"What if you are suppressed here forever? You can't cultivate here, and you can't improve your strength. The world will forget you. Xiaoman will never be able to rebirth from Nirvana."

Nie Canghai said.

"Little man!"

Thinking of Xiaoman, before Zhang Mofan's eyes, Xiaoman blocked a fatal blow for him.

That scene was absolutely unforgettable for him.

"Do you know that Xiaoman has paid a lot for you. You may never know some of the contributions. Since you have been suppressed, then I will tell you little by little."

Nie Canghai squatted down, took out a jug of wine, and drank himself.

He intends to use Xiaoman to stimulate Zhang Mofan's fighting spirit, only in this way can Zhang Mofan come out of the altar.

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