"Purple-level futon, Gu Ni walked towards the purple-level futon!"

"This stupid guy, a purple-level futon, isn't something that ordinary people can control!"

"He chose a purple-level futon and he would definitely not pass the first level!"

...

When everyone saw this scene, they smiled and spoke.

Gu Qingpo saw this scene and sneered: "Silly guy, I will definitely win this competition!"

As soon as Gu Feng walked within one meter of this purple cushion, he felt a strong sense of repulsion.

"You can't resist me!"

Gu Feng shouted softly in his heart, his aura shook and he took a step forward.

He stepped directly into the purple futon.

Then, his eyes fell on the purple cushion.

I saw that the cushion flashed instantly, and a purple light gathered into three words and floated in the sky.

Gu Lingyun.

"Gu Lingyun, was your former master of the cushion? But now, it's me!"

Gu Feng smiled slightly, and before coming to the cushion, he sat cross-legged.

Buzz!

A strange aura rose from the cushion and penetrated directly into Gu Feng's body.

Gu Feng felt that his cultivation was instantly suppressed.

Suppressed to the top of the first level of the Immortal Dao!

"Boy, there is no need to resist. This is your opportunity. Obviously, if you want to get the recognition of this cucumber, you must practice the soul at the first level of the immortal path and reach the limit!"

The old fish's voice sounded in Gu Feng's heart.

Gu Feng closed his eyes without saying a word.

The moment his eyes closed, a piece of handwriting appeared in his mind.

At the extreme of the first level, Gu Lingyun, the soul suffered 127 soul impacts!

One hundred and twenty-seven times?

Gu Feng was thinking in his heart, and in an instant, countless divine thoughts gathered in the sky, turning into a divine arrow as thick as a baby's arm, and rushed down hard at Gu Feng's head.

"Buzz!"

This divine thought arrow directly passed through Gu Feng's head, stabbed into Gu Feng's sea of ​​consciousness, and stabbed hard on the devil's soul.

Immediately, a stinging pain came!

This tingling pain, the soul was permeated and it took a long time to recover. Gu Feng's face changed slightly: "Is this a soul impact?"

This soul impact is indeed extremely terrifying. Ordinary people from foreign races may collapse in their souls.

Even if it is a soul vein, it is extremely difficult to cultivate the soul and bear it.

"With the cultivation level of the first level of the Immortal Way, and withstanding such soul impacts of 127 times, Gu Lingyun is indeed a genius!"

Gu Feng thought to himself.

In the distance, Gu Qingpo sneered: "Gu Ni, you are so arrogant that you actually chose a purple-level cushion. Do you know that above your cushion, you have to bear at least 127 soul impacts before you can enter the next level of practice. However, you have no chance of surviving these 127 times. And I only need to bear ten soul impacts. This time, you will definitely lose!"

“At least one hundred and twenty-seven times!”

Gu Feng's eyes changed slightly.

Obviously, after choosing this purple-level cushion, Gu Feng chose the most difficult part of cultivation in the first floor of the ancient soul Taoist temple.

However, difficulties and fate coexist.

"After this soul impact, my soul power has become much stronger! Very good!"

Thinking of this, Gu Feng began to use the Holy Soul Technique.

After several times of operation, divine thoughts gathered in the sky, turning into a second soul impact.

At this moment, it was inside the ninth floor of the ancient soul dojo.

Here, there is only one cultivator!

This person is Gu Tafeng!

He sat cross-legged on a purple cushion. Suddenly, the cushion under him flashed with light. He was practicing and opened his eyes!

"Someone actually challenged the purple-level futon. It's interesting. Let's see which little guy it is. Could it be Ying'er again unwilling to accept it!"

The ancient tide breeze smiled slightly, and the purple-level futon represents the ultimate of every floor of the ancient soul temple.

Be able to challenge the purple-level futon and become the new ultimate person.

However, the names on each purple-level cushion on the tenth floor of the ancient soul temple have not changed for a long time. After a long time, the names on every purple-level cushion on the present are extremely evil beings, and ordinary people cannot match them.

Gu Tafeng waved his hand and a light curtain appeared in front of him. In the light curtain was a young figure.

Seeing this person, Gu Tafeng's gaze changed slightly: "So it's you boy!"

Although I had never seen Gu Feng before, the portrait of Gu Feng had already been in his hands. The collapse of Qi Immortal Bridge back then was because of Gu Feng. However, Gu Tafeng, as the lord of the ancient soul temple, naturally could not settle the score with a young man because of this little thing.

And Gu Tafeng never expected that this kid was not enough to destroy the Immortal Bridge, and this time he came to challenge the purple-level cushion again.

"A little guy!"

Gu stepped on the wind and said calmly, then waved his hand and the light curtain dissipated.

The ultimate of the first level is Gu Lingyun. Although this person has long been dead, his glory is indelible. Although this person's cultivation has been trapped in the first level of the immortal path, he has reached the ultimate level of the first level of the immortal path. He can even fight against the fourth level of the immortal path.

Countless people have challenged the purple-level cushion on the first level but have not succeeded. Even if the genius is like Gu Tram, he has not succeeded back then. In this way, he naturally does not think that Gu Feng has hope.

The first floor of the Ancient Soul Dojo.

After everyone laughed at me, everyone practiced their own practice. Gu Feng had already sentenced to death.

Gu Feng's eyes were shining brighter, because he found that every soul impact was actually a tempering of his soul, making his soul stronger.

The practice of holy soul art is to make your soul constantly stronger and condense the holy soul!

Time passes day by day.

Everyone in the entire ancient soul temple is practicing.

A year passed in a flash!

"Buzz!"

In the sky, endless souls gathered, and an arrow of divine thoughts rushed into Gu Qingpo's head.

Then, the yellow futon under Gu Qingpo's body shone brightly.

An ordinary yellow cushion can enter the next level of practice as long as it withstands ten soul impacts.

Every time Gu Qingpo was hit by the soul, he would cultivate for more than a month. In this way, he successfully endured ten times in a year.

It's time for him to leave!

"Gu Ni, let's take one step first!"

Gu Qingpo smiled proudly and stepped into the formation light curtain, and his figure disappeared.

He entered the second floor of the Ancient Soul Dojo.

At this moment, there was also a flash of light on the cushion in Gu Erya.

Obviously, she succeeded too!

She glanced at Gu Feng and saw that Gu Feng was still practicing and did not disturb him, so she entered the second level first.

"Twenty-seven roads!"

At this moment, Gu Feng opened his eyes and the light flashed in his eyes.

Over the past year, he has suffered a total of twenty-seven soul attacks, and his anti-demon soul has become even stronger.

ps: There will be a third update later!
Chapter completed!