When Fang Sanwan displayed the third Dao pattern, the whole place was completely silent. There were tens of thousands of people present, but there was not even a commotion.

Everyone was astonished at Fang Sanwan's talent.

Even if your Dao Patterns did not come from the Divine Eyes, even if you inherited them directly, you would not be able to smelt three Dao Patterns at the age of 31.

evildoer.

This is simply a monster.

unconsciously.

Fang Sanwan had already crossed the 60th step. In Ji Mokong's eyes, Fang Sanwan's figure had become a black spot.

High above, that is a record that cannot be reserved.

And his steps are still moving upward.

Everyone can see that Fang Sanwan is exhausted.

After the 61st floor, there was a terrifying sound of bones exploding all over his body, just like firecrackers exploding.

But he still persists.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Fang Sanwan's forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat beads, and the big beads of sweat fell on the ground of Wenyuan Pagoda, making a crisp sound.

persist in!

Unseen by others, blood was seeping from every pore under Fang Sanwan's black robe.

Dao pattern is gone.

The 61st floor is already the limit of 30,000 square meters.

His shoulders felt like he was carrying a heavy mountain, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

persist in!

Fang Sanwan's internal organs were about to explode. His breathing was stagnant and his consciousness was a little confused.

But the soles of his feet still stood firmly on the 62nd floor.

Stable and tough, as if embedded in the steps.

persist in!

A very simple word.

The nine-orificed exquisite body is a natural body for cultivation.

But who knows what kind of efforts Fang Sanwan is putting in behind the scenes.

The cultivation atmosphere of Tianci Sect is so crazy that many monks only sleep for four or five hours.

But with a salary of 30,000 yuan, he only slept for three hours.

When others are working hard, Fang Sanwan is working hard. When others are resting, Fang Sanwan is still working hard.

Perhaps, there is a kind of stubbornness in his character that is difficult for others to understand.

Just like when he insisted on the dilapidated Tianci Sect, he was foolish and stupid.

But this kind of foolishness also made him firm in his beliefs and filled his chest with the fearlessness to move forward.

so.

Fang Sanwan’s background is deeper than anyone else’s.

Some geniuses can achieve key points that ordinary people cannot achieve without working too hard.

There is no doubt that Fang Sanwan is this kind of genius.

But he has to work ten times harder than ordinary people.

Therefore, he is the first Nascent Soul of the younger generation in the Tianci Sect, and he is the first natural selection of the younger generation.

Today, he is also the first person recognized by the Lower Jiutian World... a disciple of the Tianci Sect.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Fang Sanwan trembled all over.

A line of blood followed his fingertips and dripped on the ground, forming a line of blood from the blood beads.

The pupils are scarlet and the teeth are gritted.

At the corners of Fang Sanwan's mouth, he didn't know whether it was blood or drool that numbed his mouth.

Black hair is dancing wildly, and black robes are flying.

Fang Sanwan stomped his feet hard, his anger sank from his dantian, and he finally stepped onto the 62nd floor.

…

consternation!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Sanwan, and everyone was amazed at his perseverance.

Especially some Holy Land disciples, their faces were full of shame.

It has to be said that compared with Fang Sanwan's perseverance, they should be cruel.

On the Questioning Tower, the great emperors also had livid faces.

really!

Some people have done things that amaze ordinary people, but secretly, they must have experienced unbearable pain.

No one can reach the end of success simply.

…

Buzz!

"It's moving. There is some strange movement in the smoke above Wenyuan Tower."

Suddenly, there was an exclamation that made many people's eyes move.

really.

When Fang Sanwan was sitting cross-legged on the 62nd floor, the thick fog that had shrouded the sky above the Questioning Yuan Tower for 800 years actually started to roll.

You know, 800 years ago, the thick fog was like a stroke in a painting. It looked like a cloud, but it was like a dead thing.

turn out to be!

The clouds will also flow.

In 800, the monks in the outer shaft ring could not even break through the 19th floor, and no one knew what the cloud layer was.

It turns out that the clouds only move slightly on the 62nd floor.

Of course, after just a slight movement, the clouds stopped responding.

Returning to deathly silence is like the scene in a painting.

"It seems that if you want to explore the scenery on the top of Wenyuan Tower, the 62nd floor is not enough."

A monk licked his lips and said in a dry voice.

"No monster of this level can touch the top of Wenyuan Tower. I think there is no hope for the Lower Jiutian World!"

Another monk asserted.

"Yes, perhaps only the powerful monks from the sky and chaotic star sea are qualified to touch this Wenyuan Pagoda."

The other monks talked a lot.

…

"Huh? Third brother, what are you going to do?"

Ji Dongyuan was sitting cross-legged on the steps of Wenyuan Tower, meditating comfortably and consolidating his cultivation.

Calculating the time, Wenyuan Tower should have disappeared after almost 40 minutes.

But suddenly, he saw a thin figure in the sky above the northern realm.

Zhao Chu!

The figure walking towards the void was clearly Zhao Chu.

Hearing this, Liu Yueyue was also stunned.

Before breaking through natural selection, the Nascent Soul Realm cannot break through the boundary barriers at all. What is Zhao Chu going to do?

…

Shen Fusheng and Tang Duanying also saw Zhao Chu in the clouds in the northern realm, and frowned slightly.

"Junior brother, you..."
To be continued...