Chapter 2286

Up to now, the strength of the Tian people, who have developed in the ruins for many years, has also exceeded the previous upper limit.

And the spirit of Jiang Cheng is still the eleventh level of heaven.

Even if the purple spirit is very special, and its intensity is not inferior to the general twelve levels of heaven, it is still one level lower than the other.

But that doesn't mean he's finished.

Facing this blow, he has many ways to resolve it.

For example, mobilize your heart to stop, just as those saints and saints usually do when they resist his spiritual impact.

Or mobilize the power of heaven to directly attack the spirit of the other party.

It's really not good. You can also mobilize the second holy power to give your spirit an extra reinforcements.

But he didn't choose these means, only pure spiritual intention to block it.

Because I haven't encountered spiritual confrontation for many years, this brother wants to observe what is special about the thirteen fold spiritual.

When the two people's spiritual intentions officially clashed, the startling voices of King zongpiao and King Siwu also came out of the court.

"Stop!"

"What are you doing!"

They were angry and anxious, and the spirit came out at the first time.

What they are worried about is not that Jiang Cheng is injured.

After all, if you can conquer the Youzu alone, your strength must be above feiqin.

The two worried that Jiang Cheng was angry, and then rejected the joint proposal of xingmiaohuang.

However, how fast the conscious attack was, it was too late for the two to intervene.

At this time, Jiang Cheng had felt the difference of the thirteen spiritual meanings of Tianjie.

He did not 'see' the specific form of the other party's spirit.

But suddenly, his sea of consciousness was illuminated by endless golden light.

At that moment, his consciousness was almost frozen on the spot.

At the same time, his Taoist heart also felt the suppression of a strong will.

From the outside, he seemed to be suddenly poisoned by a strange golden poison.

Compared with the spirit of the twelve levels of heaven, where is it only increased by one level? It's almost like a mutation into another existence.

Jiang Cheng even has an illusion of being suppressed by the will of heaven.

Of course, in terms of intensity, the thirteen levels of heaven and the will of heaven are still far from comparable.

Fortunately, his purple spirit was not so easy to fall.

The line of defense contracted and consolidated again.

Before he could do anything more, the pervasive golden light suddenly subsided, because the king zongpiao and King Siwu outside broke feiqin's spiritual attack.

The battle also came to an abrupt end.

Jiang Cheng was a little vague, and he vaguely felt that it was sooner or later that his spirit would rise to the twelfth level.

But thirteen is hard to say.

To put it bluntly, the spiritual meaning of the heaven level is a total of twelve.

In fact, the thirteenth level is already above the heaven level, and it needs special breakthroughs to have the opportunity to step into.

"Feiqin! Are you crazy?"

"This is your Majesty's guest. How should you sin if you dare to attack him?"

"Thanks to Jiang Cheng's mercy this time, otherwise with his strength to conquer the Youzu, you are dead now!"

Fei Qin, who was roared and filial by the two people, was full of doubts.

But Xing Rou and others beside him were very dissatisfied.

"The two clan elders are exaggerating, aren't they?"

"What about conquering the Youzu? We can also."

"Feiqin didn't lose the fight just now. Why did he die?"

King Zong Piao was almost angry and laughed by these ignorant and fearless descendants.

Can you conquer the Youzu?

Who gives you confidence?

Just by scheming, you clan can kill you a hundred times.

Not to mention the battle power of you clan itself is actually very strong, but it's just that Xingmiao emperor and we have been pressing.

Think that every time you meet respectfully and deliberately lose to you in the duel, holding you means you can't beat you?

"What do you know?"

"Jiang Cheng is far stronger than you think..."

Feiqin, who had just shot, suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted the two people's angry scolding.

"You are also spiritual!"

His eyes pointed to Jiang Cheng inconceivably.

"Spirit is the unique talent of our heavenly family. How can you have it?"

Yes, he was also surprised by the short fight just now.

Jiang Cheng's purple consciousness is obviously different from that of other ethnic groups, which is the real spiritual meaning.

"What?"

"Are you sure?"

King zongpiao and King Siwu were also suddenly surprised and hurriedly looked back at Jiang Cheng.

They didn't rush out to explore spiritually, but their eyes of examination and suspicion seemed to directly see through Jiang Cheng's sea of consciousness.

And the other heavenly people around were also surprised.

"Impossible?"

"Is it wrong?"

"In addition to our heavenly family, who deserves to have a noble spirit."

"This person is at most a little more conscious, but their consciousness can't be cultivated, and they can't use spiritual skills..."

In the midst of their discussion, Jiang Cheng performed "the way of supreme enlightenment".

This brother doesn't have any hidden thoughts at all.

When the surrounding world was instantly imprisoned, and then changed out of thin air, everyone's face changed.

Because the spiritual level of Jiang Cheng is not high, its power is not very strong.

But the key is not the magic of the you clan, nor the magic of the witch clan, but the real spiritual skill.

"Spiritual skill!"

"How dare he know spiritual skills!"

"How can he have spiritual intention?"

"It's impossible. Is he also a heavenly race?"

Even King Zong Piao and King Siwu were stunned.

They knew that Jiang Cheng had defeated you clan, but they didn't know how he did it, let alone what abilities he had.

At this time, they suddenly recalled some celestial situations that brother Cheng had said before, and somehow they had a little association.

"Are you also a member of our heavenly family?"

"Of course I'm not."

Jiang Cheng played the fishing sword, and the holy world circled around the sword in the form of ribbon.

"Have you ever seen people use swords that day, and they also have Daoxin?"

King Zong Piao asked anxiously, "then how can you have spiritual intention..."

Cheng Gexin said that in the heaven, you had asked me the same question.

If you really want to calculate, you still got it in your palace.

However, seeing that the people around him were unhappy, as if no one else deserved to have spiritual thoughts, he deliberately curled his lips.

Disdain: "it's just lingyiman street. Is it difficult to get it? Who told you that only Tianzu has it?"

what?

A mere soul?

This sentence instantly touched the scales of all the heavenly people present.

Even King zongpiao and King Siwu frowned.

Feiqin, xingrou and others are completely unacceptable.

Spirit is the unique talent of the heavenly family, which is their inherent cognition planted since childhood.

Only noble Tianzu can have this talent, which is also the source of their sense of superiority.

Now Lingyi was described as a rotten street by Jiang Cheng, and their inner self-esteem was hit hard.

"Impossible!"

"I don't believe it!"

"In these years in the ruins, I have never seen other ethnic groups have spiritual meaning."

"Yes, you must be lying."

Brother Cheng sneered impolitely.

"The ruins are just a little bigger. It seems that you have been sitting on the sidelines for too long."