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

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

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

Nie Canghai also sighed.

Mu Xiaoman did everything to Zhang Mofan, he saw it all, almost all of them paid silently, and in the end, even his own life was taken.

"If he couldn't even condense the Seventh-Order Sacred Wing, he wouldn't have to try it at all. ”

Demon He said.

The Seventh-Order Sacred Wing is the true minimum standard.

What he condensed was a sixth-order holy wing.

However, before he really went deep into the storm backstream, he was blown out by the storm.

Airplanes!

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

This majesty is like a giant peak, pressing on one's shoulders, making people very uncomfortable.

Zhang Mofan frowned, and immediately felt that around this altar, there were actually pieces of feathers fluttering.

At this time, the voice of the Lord of the Mu League was also transmitted: "The feathers in this altar, called the holy feathers, will continue to converge behind you, and in the process of condensation, the coercion will slowly increase, and one wing will be condensed, which is the first-order holy wing, once the condensation is successful, the coercion will double and begin to condense the two wings." ”

In the altar, the feathers of many holy steps gathered frantically, behind Zhang Mofan, one left and one right, condensed one wing respectively.

Suddenly, Zhang Mofan felt that the coercion skyrocketed, but he still straightened his body, and the holy feathers continued to converge, behind him, one left and one right, and one more wing, it was already a second-order holy wing.

Coercion, once again!

Generally speaking, before condensing the fifth-order holy wings, it is not an obstacle for the martial artists of the Hundred Trick Realm, and any martial artist who comes can condense it.

However, it is one thing to succeed in cohesion, and it is another thing to be able to get out of the altar.

Many geniuses, when they condensed the Holy Wings, were crushed to death by coercion because they couldn't get out of the Holy Altar.

"Whew...."

Zhang Mofan exhaled lightly, he had already begun to condense the seventh-order holy wings, and his expression was very relaxed, this kind of coercion was unbearable even for some powerful Hundred Skill Realm martial artists.

The martial artists of the Hundred Tricks Realm do not have any physical defenses.

However, Zhang Mofan didn't have much pressure, he was supported by the bones of the Hades King, and no matter how powerful the coercion was, it would be difficult to destroy his physical body.

"Huh, Zhang Mofan is already condensing the seventh-order holy wings. ”

Seeing Zhang Mofan's back, one on the left and one on the right, there were seven wings, and the eyes of the three of them were a little incredulous.

"Zhang Mofan, since you have condensed the seventh-order holy wings, let's come out quickly. ”

The Lord of the Mu League reminded loudly.

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

"Uh...."

As soon as he condensed the eighth-order holy wings, Zhang Mofan felt in vain, his body sank violently, and his legs bent a little.

His flesh, under this coercion, began to burst with flesh and blood.

If it weren't for the support of the bones of the Hades, I'm afraid that the whole person would be pressed to the ground.

At this time, the pressure in the altar was enough to crush the powerhouse of the Imperial Qi Realm to death.

"It's already an eighth-order holy wing, and he's really reached the level of a small lean. ”

The Lord of the Mu League looked at this scene, and there was a violent shock rolling in his heart, a martial artist of the Hundred Tricks Realm was actually able to withstand the coercion of the Eighth Order.

"Zhang Mofan, come out quickly, the ninth-order is not something you can bear, and besides, no one in Dongzhou has been able to condense the ninth-order holy wing, don't take any more risks. ”

Condensing the eighth-order holy wings was already completely beyond their imagination.

If he continues, Zhang Mofan is very likely to die.

However, Zhang Mofan was still struggling to insist, and said: "Shuttling through the storm and going against the current, there are many dangers, since you have to fight, let's fight here first." ”

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a strong coercion suddenly erupted from the entire altar, and the coercion bombarded down, and Zhang Mofan's Hades bones erupted with a clicking sound.

In the end, he was finally pressed to the ground.

The ninth-order holy wings were also successfully condensed.

However, the Lord of the Mu League, Nie Canghai and Demon He couldn't laugh.

Zhang Mofan had already been pressed to his knees, what if he condensed the ninth-order holy wings? If he couldn't get out of the altar, it would be meaningless.

Rumble!

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

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

"The Twelfth-Order Holy Wing is the real ultimate Holy Wing, but Zhang Mofan can't get out of the Holy Altar at all. ”

Nie Canghai said.

"Zhang Mofan, how are you doing now?"

The Mu Meng Lord immediately walked over and asked with concern.

"No, I'm on my body now, as if I've pressed a huge mountain, and I can't move for half a minute, but fortunately, my defense is strong, and this coercion didn't cause me any damage!"

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

"It's okay if you're okay, now, you have to rely on yourself and find a way to get out. ”

Mu Meng said.

The current Zhang Mofan is like being sealed by the altar, and he is not injured, but he can't get out.

"In this altar, the true qi can't be activated at all, how can I get out?"

Zhang Mofan's whole heart sank, and his true qi couldn't be urged, which meant that the fighting spirit couldn't be urged.

For three days in a row, Zhang Mofan tried all kinds of methods, but to no avail.

The Lord of the Mu League glanced at Zhang Mofan and blamed: "Originally, if you condense the ninth-order holy wing, you should come out." ”

He still had a glimmer of hope for Zhang Mofan, but now, hope is completely shattered.

Zhang Mofan will be suppressed in the altar forever and will not be able to get out.

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

"What do I regret?"

Zhang Mofan asked rhetorically.

"What if you are suppressed here forever and ever? you can't cultivate here, you can't improve your strength, and the world will forget about you, Xiaoman, and you will never be reborn in Nirvana. ”

Nie Canghaidao.

"Xiaoman!"

Thinking of Xiao Man, Zhang Mofan's eyes saw the scene of Xiao Man blocking the fatal blow for him.

That scene he will never forget.

"Do you know that Xiaoman has paid a lot for you, some of which you may never know, since you have been suppressed, then I will tell you little by little. ”

Nie Canghai squatted down, took out a pot of wine, and drank it to himself.

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

(End of chapter)