Su Yang was hit on the shoulder with a punch, and he let out a muffled groan, staggering and retreating continuously.

"No, if you continue like this, you will not be able to break through the third level at all, and you will definitely lose." Su Yang pondered in his heart.

"Strength, other powers." Su Yang's eyes lit up suddenly.

"The power of devouring is also the power of Wuming Fist. The power of devouring comes from the purple-patterned source stone and does not belong to the Seven Xuanwu Realm. Wuming Fist is also extremely terrifying, with a strange origin. I wonder if the illusion has it?" Su Yang suddenly realized that he still has these two powers.

"Try it first." Su Yang's thoughts moved, his eyes burst into light, his shoulders shook, and he rushed up again.

"Swallowing power."

A low shout in his heart, Su Yang slapped out his palm, causing storms around him and hitting the illusion hard.

Bang!

"Swallow me." Su Yang shouted loudly, and the powerful swallowing suction burst out. The illusion's body paused, and his expression became extremely dull.

"The illusion has no power to devour." Seeing this scene, Su Yang was overjoyed, grasping the moment of dullness, and suddenly clenched his five fingers and slammed hard on the latter's chest.

Bang!

The illusion retreated repeatedly, and then woke up from the sluggishness.

Su Yang followed closely, and this time he mobilized Wuming's fist power.

boom!

With one punch, the illusion collapsed directly.

"Hiss." Su Yang took a breath of cold air.

What shocked him was not the strength of Wuming's fist, but the strangeness of the illusion.

Faced with the devouring power and the unnamed fist power, the illusion made obvious mistakes. Su Yang noticed that the illusion's expression became stiff.

"The power of devouring and nameless fist power are obviously not replicated by the illusion, but it is too strange to have a loss of consciousness?" Su Yang frowned, unable to understand.

"What if he doesn't matter, with the power of the nameless fist and devouring power, the difficulty of this illusion killing hole is greatly reduced for me."

Su Yang murmured, sitting cross-legged on the cushion quickly recovered his strength.

Moreover, after the battle, he felt that his cultivation level had increased significantly. Although it was very little, it had actually increased.

"It's a pity that the power of warriors cannot be devoured in Bahuang Sect. Otherwise, there will be a phantom killing cave and blood evil realm tempering. There is no need to worry about unstable foundation and becoming possessed by demons." Su Yang felt a pity that Bahuang Sect was extremely strict and had no monsters. It was even more illegal to fight privately, but if he challenged death and swallowed directly, he might reveal his secrets.

With the strength recovered, Su Yang quickly arrived at the fourth level.

In the fourth level, the strength of the illusion has reached the level of half-step magical power.

Su Yang did not use the power of devouring and nameless fist power from the beginning. If that were the case, it would not be effective in tempering.

After fighting with the illusion for about half an hour, he was suppressed and used his nameless fist power to defeat the illusion.

The fifth level is still a half-step magical power, but it is stronger than the illusion of the fourth level.

One hour later, Su Yang successfully passed the fifth level.

Outside the Magic Killing Cave, there was also a pitch-black stone tablet next to the guardian disciples. The stone tablet was printed with rows of light words, which showed the name, cultivation, identity, and level of the disciple who entered the cave.

At some point, the seventh row on the stone tablet suddenly emitted a faint wave, and the word "light" suddenly lit up.

The guard disciple quickly turned around and looked at him, stunned and said in a trembling voice: "Hiss, how is this possible?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!