Rumble!

The Ancient Swallowing Heavens Recipe was completely released.

The terrifying devouring power, at this moment, surged rapidly. Before, when Yang Mucheng absorbed the spiritual liquid, the most significant thing was the spiritual mist floating in the sky, but now it was the many spell spirit springs!

But see.

These springs, which were shrouded by the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Formula, were calm at first. In the moment of being shrouded, there was a sudden tremble, and then I saw the spring water slowly rising, as if there was a transparent straw sucking these spring water into the sky.

In every spring, a column of water rises, and in this instant, thousands of water columns appear, like a fountain. But this is not a fountain. Those springs gushing out, like rushing rivers, crossed an arc in the sky and flowed into Yang Mucheng's body like a vast ocean!

The speed at which this is absorbed.

It's even more terrifying than before!

"How is that possible?"

"Could it be that this kid's potential is endless?"

"Such a crazy absorption of spiritual fluid, if it were any other person, I am afraid that the body would be blown up in an instant!"

"How the hell did he do it?"

Everyone was a little shocked.

Wu Dizu stared, and looked at Yang Mucheng in disbelief.

A moment later.

He noticed that something was wrong!

"With such a huge amount of spiritual liquid, if anyone absorbs it, I am afraid that they have already completed from the Xuanhai Sea to the Xuanhai Grandmaster. But why, Yang Mucheng hasn't been promoted yet?"

"I see, I see!"

Wu Dizu's eyes lit up.

If you have to make an analogy, Yang Mucheng, who is also a martial artist in the Xuanhai Realm, is like a big demon, or even a demon king. And the other martial artists of the Xuanhai Realm were at most ordinary demon beasts, or even worse beasts.

And Yang Mucheng, the big demon, this demon king, has to eat hundreds of cows at a meal to be able to barely eat.

And those other ordinary Xuanhai Realm martial artists, who may only eat two or three cows at a meal, may be able to hold on.

Though.

In this case, every time Yang Mucheng improves by one weight, the energy required will be several times, or even dozens of times, that of other martial artists to be able to advance. But every time his cultivation improves, the strength he improves is also several times, or even dozens of times, of other martial artists.

That's why.

Therefore, it can be explained why Yang Mucheng was able to easily kill Fang Baiyu and the other three Xuanhai Grandmasters when he was in the Xuanhai Consummation Realm.

The greedy color in Wu Dizu's eyes became more and more intense.

He couldn't wait to forcibly occupy Yang Mucheng's body at this moment. But he knew that his deity was still in the imperial tomb, and he could only do it after the other party entered the imperial tomb. Originally, Yang Mucheng was just a candidate in the purple gold scroll in his heart, an existence that ensured unforeseen needs.

But now.

In Wu Dizu's mind, Yang Mucheng has risen to the first position!

"If I can occupy Yang Mucheng's body, then I can really be resurrected!"

"Such a powerful body is enough to support my Yuan Baby!"

"And once I occupy his body, not only will I be able to quickly recover my cultivation in the Yuanying realm, but I will even be able to reach a higher level of god-turning! Nirvana! or even the Taiyi realm!"

Wu Dizu thought in his heart.

Keep looking ahead.

As time passed, the thousands of spell spirit springs were also decreasing crazily. Since the energy contained in these spiritual fluids was not as pure and huge as the ancient dragon blood, Yang Mucheng did not use it to refine his body, but directly collected it into his body and transformed it into internal strength.

For any person, it would take at least more than a year to absorb all of these spell spirit springs.

But.

For Yang Mucheng, it doesn't take that long at all.

A month later.

It wasn't until the last mouthful of the spiritual spring was absorbed that he opened his eyes.

The huge spiritual fluid was transformed into the most condensed internal strength, which gathered in his body.

"Boom!"

And even more so at the same time.

There was a terrifying dragon roar in his body, and a rising momentum rolled up wildly, and in an instant, it had reached the extreme. In a terrible surge, it surged to the limit, as if a volcano that had been accumulated for hundreds of years had finally erupted.

Grandmaster Xuanli!

Feeling the internal strength surging in his body, Yang Mucheng clenched his fists and grinned.

"It's very close to Jindan!"

......

As Yang Mucheng opened his eyes.

A month has passed.

During this month, although Zhang Muchen used all his strength to absorb the spring water, the water level barely dropped much. There are many martial artists like him who have exhausted their full potential, and they will naturally be eliminated mercilessly.

There are also some, although they have finally absorbed half of the spring water, but they are still far from Wu Dizu's requirements.

In short, only about thirteen or fourteen were able to enter the third round, but most of them barely absorbed a pool of spring water. There was even one who even burned his qi and blood to completely absorb the spring water. But even a discerning person can see that this warrior is already on the path of a strong crossbow.

As for the crazy absorption like Yang Mucheng, it is unique.

The defeated warriors were naturally driven out.

The rest of the warriors looked at Wu Dizu with excitement on their faces. Because, what awaits them is only the last round of trials. As long as they can pass the trial, they will be able to enter the final royal tomb!

"Third round!"

Wu Dizu laughed.

But see.

With a wave of his hand, all of a sudden, everyone on the Spell Spirit Spring only felt that their eyes were sparkling, and when they reappeared, they had already come to a huge ring like a flat-topped mountain. The entire ring is more than 100 zhang high, and when you look down, your feet are covered with layers of drifting clouds.

"This is the ring?"

"Could it be that this is for us to compete?"

When everyone saw this ring, their hearts were faintly moved.

Almost subconsciously.

They almost immediately stayed away from Yang Mucheng, although in the Spell Spirit Spring, several of them had reached the half-step Golden Pill by absorbing the spiritual liquid. But they didn't dare to be too arrogant in front of Yang Mucheng, because Yang Mucheng had also been promoted to Xuanhai Grandmaster.

"If you are assigned to a group with Emperor Yang, it will be equivalent to being eliminated!" said a martial artist with a wry smile.

"yes!"

This sentence almost speaks the voice of everyone.

After all.

In the Curse Spirit Spring, Yang Mucheng's terrifying performance had already planted the seeds of fear in everyone's hearts.

Yang Mucheng also looked at Wu Dizu curiously, secretly guessing the rules of this last round of training.

But see.

Wu Dizu grinned at everyone and said slowly:

"The last experience was indeed a martial arts competition. But it's not you competing with each other, it's with me!"

"Those who can resist my tricks will be promoted!"

"If you can't resist it, it's elimination!"

Well?

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows, he never expected that the rules of the last game would be this.

However, then he smiled secretly and said in his heart:

"Exactly!"

"Let me also comprehend the strength of your Heavenly Palace Ancestor!"

Thought to myself.

Yang Mucheng looked at Wu Dizu!

(End of chapter)