Strongest Demonic Fiend System

Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~

Until a certain moment, there were only about twenty people left on the field.

And Duan Feng is still in it.

These old guys haven't even moved yet. They really can't stand their temper. It seems that the last defeat hit them quite hard.

Duan Feng shrugged, but he was not in a hurry and watched quietly.

Huh? Sword Sovereign Eighth Heaven?

The white-haired old man Xi Dalu felt the aura emanating from Duan Feng's body, and suddenly let out a sigh.

You must know that the monks who came to the Sanctuary Temple for the first time to take the test would not be able to withstand the temptation. They would definitely rush to enter the temple.

However, Duan Feng was a counter-example and did not appear to be in any hurry to enter.

It's no wonder that Hidalud would make a light-hearted sound.

Hmph, dead follower.

However, not all cultivators thought so like Hitler, and one of them, a middle-aged man with yellow hair, snorted coldly.

He thinks that Duan Feng is still here because he wants to rely on them to tide over the difficulties.

boom!

The huge stone gate of the entire temple of power finally fully opened.

At the moment when the stone gate was fully opened, Duan Feng could clearly perceive that there was a terrifying gravitational pressure that swept out frantically.

And his body had to sink halfway.

What a terrifying force of gravity, is this the test of the Temple of Power?

Duan Feng was shocked.

You know, he is just standing outside the temple and has not fully entered.

If you go in, I really don't know what will happen.

The gate of the Temple of Power will be closed in thirty seconds. Please hurry up.

The voice of the white-haired old man Hidalud suddenly resounded loudly.

Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~

The remaining twenty or so cultivators finally no longer hesitated, their bodies flashed, and they rushed in.

When Duan Feng saw this, he immediately followed.

Ah~ah~

As soon as he swept in, Duan Feng heard the sound of mourning from the temple.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force descended from the sky and completely enveloped Duan Feng and the others.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The terrifying force directly smashed several cultivators to the ground, and the gravel splashed and smashed out a huge pothole.

However, what made the yellow-haired middle-aged strange was that Duan Feng, as a monk of the Eighth Heaven of Sword Sovereign, only dropped a little in stature, and did not suffer much damage.

You must know that the monks who were smashed into it all reached the Nine Heavens of Sword Sovereign.

Hmph, this guy must be gone. Shit. Luck.

The yellow-haired middle-aged snorted coldly.

However, he thinks about it and finds it funny. As the peak of Jianzun Jiuzhongtian, he is only one step away from Juggernaut. Why should he stare at Duan Feng?

In his eyes, a cultivator with only Sword Master Eightfold Heaven has no reason to pay attention at all.

With a chuckle, the middle-aged yellow-haired man rushed out directly under the coercion of that huge force.

In the blink of an eye, he had already swept away hundreds of meters, surpassing the cultivator who came in first in one fell swoop.

After the middle-aged Huang Fa, those monks who had reached the peak of Sword Sovereign Nine Heavens were also full of energy and rushed forward without hesitation.

That's it, I understand.

Duan Feng watched as the dozen or so cultivators who had reached the peak of Sword Sovereign swept in, and instantly understood.

The so-called power temple is actually a huge 'power field'.

The gravity of the force field is limited, and it will be distributed to everyone.

The cultivators who came in first had to endure much more power than those who came in later.

And this is the reason why the middle-aged Huang Fa and the others rushed over in one go!