Chapter 303 Everyone Will Become Slaves

The path of the profound meaning, the penetration of light!

"This is the elementary meaning of light." Lin Feng's face was tense, and for the first time, his brain felt an unbearable pressure. Even if it is the soul of talent in the sixth stage, it is difficult to imitate the penetration of light. The 50-meter-long and 5-meter-wide Profound Path has been completely traversed.

Little by little, turned into endless fragments.

Some of them are overlapped, some are half-repeated, and many fragments are extremely tiny blurred. The number of fragments is six times higher than that of the Path of Light and Mystery, but the complexity is more than doubled.

Time is in full swing.

Seven days in the outside world and seventy days in the golden secret room, but it passes in the blink of an eye. If you can't comprehend it, the result——

It is directly obliterated.

"If you have the holy energy of light, you will definitely be able to master it!" Lin Feng thought to himself.

Once again walking on the road of mysteries, feeling every inch of mysteries of light, deeply into my heart. The reason why Jiguang Aoyi was able to comprehend in just three days is because of the mastery of the realm of sword art, he can simulate the Aoyi in his mind, even if it is not complete.

But this time, it didn't work.

"penetrate."

"Penetration of Light!"

"A pure attack, like a direct shot of light, back to basics..."

Lin Feng's palms were sweating.

Clenching his fists tightly, he calmed down quickly: "Don't think too much, don't worry about the final time limit, if you can comprehend it, comprehend it, if you can't comprehend it..."

"I have to comprehend!" Lin Feng was determined and persistent.

Suddenly——

Zheng! The Nine Nether Thunder Saber appeared in his hand, and Lin Feng's pupils were bright.

"Shoot!" Jiuyou Thunder Knife cut across a clear arc, the blade glowed like light, Lin Feng deeply felt the artistic conception of the knife, and his hand holding the handle of the knife was not only tightened. For him, the knife and the body have long been integrated. Moved by his heart, he immediately began to practice the sword.

"Attack the Aoyi!"

"Since it cannot be simulated in the mind. Then..."

"Just use a knife to understand.

"

Lin Feng remained confident.

Even in a desperate situation, even at the last second of death. He won't give up.

Man can conquer nature!

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Ancient China.

A brilliant victory!

Fending the enemy beyond the border, Li Jiesheng's name resounded throughout the ancient country of China after Lin Feng. He severely injured the Philadelphia boxing champion, and single-handedly killed eight sea king-level powerhouses in country m, and two sea king-level priests in the ancient country of Babylon, showing his strength.

With the six-meridian sword, Li Jiesheng is like a gust of wind, sometimes light and sometimes violent.

…

"We Huaxia are the strongest!"

"That's right. Lord Lin Feng doesn't even need to make a move. Just Lord Li Jiesheng, he beat Country M like a bereaved dog and fled in embarrassment!"

"Hey, I thought it was so powerful."

...

The sound of laughing and jumping, resounded everywhere.

Slap!

Turning off the screen, there was silence in the headquarters, and the faces of all the strong men were calm.

"Xiao Li, can you beat the nuclear bomb commander?" Zhou Zhengyi said in a deep voice. Bai Jie, Zi Yushu, Lan Feipeng and others all looked at him. Looking forward to it all. Everyone in the room knew the whole story clearly, Lin Feng disappeared - it has been more than ten days.

Li Jiesheng shook his head: "S-level uranium heart is my nemesis."

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

Although Zhou Zhengyi had already guessed the result, he still frowned. He is well aware of Li Jiesheng's strengths. As one of the famous Chinese twin stars, he and Zikui are good at dodging and dodging in a small range, and the other is good at absolute speed; while the nuclear bomb commander's S-level uranium heart is a large-scale attack. .

The title of nuclear bomb is not in vain.

Li Jiesheng's eyes flashed brightly: "Pope Leon. The real strength is only inferior to the real Martial Emperor, but the gifted soul has a special attack. It happens to be the nemesis of the nuclear bomb commander, but he is still defeated." Li Jiesheng said: "It is conceivable. I know. How strong is the nuclear bomb commander.”

"Can it be compared to Lord Zhenwu?" Lan Feipeng couldn't believe it.

Li Jiesheng nodded.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"It's even worse than that." Li Jiesheng's voice made the entire headquarters fall into an ice cave.

…

Pyramid of Relics.

In the windy and sandy desert, a wild wind blows.

"Haha! Hahaha!~" Pharaoh Tutanmon, wearing a crown on his head and holding a scepter of Heka, laughed loudly. Standing in the heart secret hall of the Pyramid of Khufu, unlock the pyramid code, and pick up the golden token engraved with the lion's head, feeling extremely proud.

"I am the inheritor!"

"I am the only winner!"

"Dare to fight with me Tutanmeng, you all go to hell!"

...

The dark face is full of greed.

The scepter in his hand was shining endlessly, reflecting the jewels on the crown, Tutanmun felt as if he was standing on top of the world. He can already imagine what will happen in the future, becoming the only inheritor, his strength will increase rapidly, and soon he will dominate the whole world.

"The future is the ancient country of Egypt, the world of the pharaohs!"

"Everyone will become slaves!"

There was a fiery look in Tutanmun's eyes.

However, holding the inheritance token in his hand, nothing changed, and there was no sound of task completion in his ears, not even a reminder.

Tuta was stunned.

He looked at the inheritance token blankly, showing doubts.

Right?

It is exactly the same as the inheritance token recorded in the classics, but why is there no response?

All of a sudden, a cold voice came from Tutanmun's mind. His excitement and joy turned into shock, and he was stunned, frightened, and short of breath instantly. Tutanmeng's eyes widened and he trembled all over: "How could this be, it's impossible... "

"Someone triggered the assessment task for direct promotion, I have to wait for sixty-eight hours!?"

His lips were dry, Tutanmeng was furious and vomited blood fiercely.

In itself, he was already seriously injured.

"Too hateful!"

Tutanmun grinned, his face twisted.

However, he can only accept it and wait for the final sentence of fate.

…

…

Time passed slowly.

In the ancient country of China, while preparing for the war intensely, they evacuated elite talents and boarded the Mars immigration spaceship. On the other side, although country m lost the first battle, the real elites are all adjusting, recharging their energy, and waiting for the order of the nuclear bomb commander, they will go straight to the ancient country of China.

In the Pacific Ocean, that high-level monster was erratic, and countless destructive-level monsters were ready to move again.

Sixty-eight hours is a long time.

Pharaoh Tutanmun waited restlessly, the end of the time limit is getting closer and closer, every second is suffering, every second is expectation, at this moment, for Tutanmon, it seems that one side is in hell and the other side is in heaven .

His fate is in the hands of others.

Lin Feng!

tick tick, tick tick~

Every second, turned into ten seconds, flows in the golden chamber.

"Chi!" "Chi!" Lin Feng's knife, with his unyielding obsession, swung it into a demon, and the connection between people and the knife was extremely solidified, like the derivation of the hand, the sublimation of wishful thinking. Thirty consecutive days of practicing swords, thirty consecutive days of using swords to comprehend, at this moment Lin Feng is at the point where he is far from the bottleneck...

It has been getting better and better.

Constantly, touching that line, again, again, again, until—

"Boom!" The knife shattered.

...(to be continued)