Chapter 4707: Time flow rate

Therefore, the further you reach the later realms, the more difficult it is to improve. Sometimes even if the opportunity comes and there is not enough time, it will be difficult to make a breakthrough.

Therefore, it can be said that time is an extremely important factor. The reason why many monks cannot go further is because they do not have enough time to practice.

Especially Zhang Yifeng, he entered the country very quickly. Although it seemed that he did not leave any hidden dangers, Zhang Yifeng knew very well that he still had shortcomings.

Especially his understanding of the Dao, even though he had a lot of insights and comprehended a lot of Dao laws when he was on the fifth level, he still had many flaws, a lot of understanding, and was still profound.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, running the Heavenly Dao Phaseless Magic Technique, taking advantage of the special time flow here, and then let his insights go deeper.

Unconsciously, an hour has passed, but in fact, he has been in this eighth level for a hundred years.

But Zhang Yifeng can only feel the latter time, so this is a very long process.

In this way, for one hundred or two hundred years, he sat cross-legged in the void, never moving, not even opening his eyes.

Outside his body, various laws emerged, and golden blood surged.

At this moment, he is realizing and perfecting his own cultivation.

Not knowing how long it took, he suddenly took out a Stone of Destiny, refined it, and integrated it into his body.

At first, the Stone of Destiny did not bring many changes to him, but as time passed, a pair of transparent wings appeared behind him.

If there are powerful people from the Celestial Race here, they will definitely be very shocked, because although this is the natural skill of the Celestial Race, only the Celestial Race monks who have integrated the Stone of Destiny can successfully cultivate it, and it will take a long time. time.

But Zhang Yifeng actually reached this point in less than an hour, how could people not be surprised?

However, the flow of time here is different. It seems that it is less than an hour, but in fact it has been nearly a hundred years. Naturally, we cannot treat it with common sense.

After a while, Zhang Yifeng's body changed again. On his body, streaks of transparent energy emerged, and finally turned into a piece of armor.

Although it is transparent, its defense power is extremely amazing and it exudes a terrifying power.

This is the Celestial War Armor, and it is also a unique ability of the strong Celestials. Even the Celestials themselves can only cultivate it.

Time flies, Zhang Yifeng has been sitting cross-legged on the eighth floor for a day. According to the flow of time, he has been here for 2,400 years.

In his hand, an energized spear suddenly appeared, it was the Divine Spear!

But he has not cultivated the Celestial Horn, which is the core power of the Celestial Race. Only if he has the bloodline of the Celestial Race can he have a chance to cultivate it.

However, Zhang Yifeng didn't take it too seriously. He was already satisfied with such an achievement.

At this moment, he suddenly stood up. After the eighth layer of precipitation, the aura on his body became more powerful, making it almost impossible to see the depth.

Although his realm has not improved much, his cultivation has far exceeded this realm, and at the same time, his combat power has also improved.

"It's time to enter the ninth level. If I continue to practice here, I won't achieve much. I've almost reached my current limit." Zhang Yifeng said to himself.

I don’t know what happened to Ji Dali and others. Are they the same as him?

And after such a long time has passed, I am afraid that the monks behind them will soon enter here.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Yifeng stepped forward, there was a wave of fluctuation in the void, and a monk emerged there, who was one of the powerful men from the three ancient dynasties.

"Hmph, these guys are walking very fast!" The strong man snorted coldly and said with an unhappy expression.

He is the old man who leads the Ziwei Dynasty, and is suspected to be a supreme power. Apart from Zhang Yifeng and others, he, the two old men from the Ziwei Dynasty, and the Sun Dynasty are the ones who are at the forefront.

"So what if it's fast? The harvest may not be as great as mine. Anyway, you little guys can't escape. As long as you dare to go out, what awaits you will be a dragnet and a trap. No one can escape!" This person from the Ziwei Dynasty! The old man said coldly, but he didn't care too much.

"The power of time is the most ruthless. I wonder if I will have a chance to spy on the realm of the Immortal Emperor this time?" The old man glanced at the void on the eighth level, and then sat cross-legged in the void and began to practice. got up.

The supremely powerful man has almost truly reached the realm of immortality. Even if he encounters divine punishment and unavoidable external forces, he is extremely difficult to kill.

In some big worlds, such strong men are even called taboo-level strong men, which is evident from this.

Such strong men can easily recover from any injury with just a thought.

This is one of the reasons why this realm is also called the Immortal Saint Realm.

Of course, this is not absolute. Once the opponent is too strong and completely surpassed, there is still a chance to kill him.

Not only that, if he suffers an irrecoverable injury from the Great Dao, it will have a huge impact and even fall to this level.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng had entered the ninth floor. The place was completely white, with nothing except a mirror standing in the middle.

Zhang Yifeng looked solemn. He understood that since this was the ninth floor of Nebula Tower, it must not be simple.

The simpler something seemed, the more difficult it was to deal with. He didn't know what would happen next.

He walked to the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He suddenly looked incomprehensible and was extremely touched.

Suddenly, at this moment, the self in the mirror suddenly smiled strangely and stepped out of the mirror in one step.

Zhang Yifeng's pupils shrank, he was frightened in his heart, and he immediately made a fighting stance. At the same time, he was extremely confused, what was going on?

In the past, he had encountered such a situation. It was just that there was some kind of power here that copied his own body and abilities.

But the self in front of him gave him a feeling of something more than that.

"Seeing that you don't seem to be panicking at all, could it be that you are already confident?" The self who stepped out of the mirror suddenly sneered and said in a sarcastic tone.

Zhang Yifeng was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "What is there to panic about? If I guess correctly, the test of this ninth level, or opportunity, is just to defeat you."