Jiang Dali entered through the portal of the seventh-floor treasure hall of the Human Emperor Tower. When he reappeared, he found that he was in a world full of oppression. Before he could find out what was going on, his whole body was stimulated by the terrifying and oppressive aura of this world.

The hairs stand on end.

This world that trembled from time to time seemed to cause his whole body to tremble and twist, as if he had stepped from the real world into a picture scroll, and his body moved with the shaking and twists of the picture scroll.

Of course this is not a picture scroll, but a space.

An unstable space is like an unstable painting on the wall.

All these strange situations seemed to be warning him, making him palpitate.

"It's been many years. No one has been here for many years. I think... it should be almost five hundred years."

A plain but convincing man's voice suddenly came from nowhere and fell into Jiang Dali's ears.

Jiang Dali's mind was shocked, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't identify the source of the sound at all. He immediately entered a primitive state of mind and looked around in all directions to search.

Suddenly, in the dark world, two rays of white light seemed to strike like lightning, forming a majestic gaze that projected onto Jiang Dali's body from a distance.

"Shua——"

Jiang Dali sensed it quickly, and the golden light in his eyes skyrocketed. His eyes met with the majestic gaze slowly rising from the abyss, like lightning striking each other.

The distance between the two of them could be more than hundreds of feet. The moment their eyes met, the calm and oppressive space suddenly became violent, causing gray-black sand and dust to rise all over the sky.

Jiang Dali's golden and calm gaze suddenly seemed like a calm lake rippled by the wind, with faint ripples, and the golden light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

An unparalleled and tyrannical wave of will came from the majestic gaze on the opposite side, which made his will feel palpitated and defeated.

A vague noble figure even suddenly appeared in his mind.

The other person is not as tall and burly as him, but he looks as calm as a mountain. His whole person seems to be carefully shaped by crystal gold, and his dignity always reveals his extraordinary wisdom and strength.

The opponent's body slowly rose from the black mist in the abyss, like a god coming out of hell. His whole body seemed to be surrounded by strands of golden light. Those bursts made the space around the world tremble slightly. The twisted source of power turned out to be

It comes from the body of this golden sun figure, from its beating heart, which is terrifying.

"The Human Emperor..."

Jiang Dali took a deep breath, suppressing the strong throbbing in his heart, and his eyes shone brightly.

Taking one step forward, he barely created two circles of ripples in this depressing world, and instantly entered a state of insight.

Wherever the ripples sweep across the world, a bit of reality seems to emerge from the illusion, and the vague floor tiles in the human emperor's pagoda hall appear, and even the figure of Dugu Qiufei appears not far away, standing there

Less than twenty feet away from him.

However, in just two breaths, he was forced to exit the state of penetration.

This penetrating ability failed to reach the figure of the Human Emperor in the distance and disappeared.

Even before the battle started, a lot of consumption had already occurred. Jiang Dali looked at the figure rising from the abyss and exuding strong pressure, and his heart felt cold.

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected happens.

Human Emperor!

This is definitely no longer the young Human Emperor that Dugu Qiufei encountered in the past, but the genuine Human Emperor whose strength is at the boundary-breaking level two thousand years ago.

The test on the eighth floor was to directly face such a human emperor. Even if Qin Shi Huang's current strength was not as good as before when he walked out of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum, he would still be no match for him.

How should he defeat the opponent, break through the eighth level, and get a chance to communicate with the Human Emperor in seclusion?

A drop of sweat fell to the ground and shattered.

"I feel your fear. Are you timid?"

At this moment, from the figure shrouded in golden light, a convincing and majestic plain voice came again, as if he was not in a hurry to take action and was quietly waiting for the visitor who had been waiting for nearly five hundred years.

timid......

Jiang Dali's eyes condensed and he slowly clenched his fists.

He asked himself if he was timid.

The muscles of his body tensed and bulged.

Black and golden veins appear on the rough skin.

The blood under the blood vessels begins to flow faster.

Boiling hot!

His cold heart also became hot!

His condensed eyes also widened!

Was he ever timid?

Why should he be timid!

Since he has the courage to come to the eighth floor of the Human Emperor Tower, he is either timid or must see the Human Emperor!

"Human Emperor!!"

Jiang Dali suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his soul suddenly erupted with the intention of the earth that was about to move, breaking away from the shackles of the emperor's seal in the depths of his mind, and the aura on his body exploded like an instant detonation of arrogance, a crazy and ferocious rush that shocked the world.

break out.

"Everyone in the world is afraid of you! I, Jiang Dali, am not afraid! I will fight with you!"

Jiang Dali's anger flew into the sky, his arms suddenly raised, and the power of the God of War in his body boiled instantly. The moment his momentum and fighting spirit surged, his feet shook.

boom!--!!

The heavy air waves were broken instantly!

The shock waves instantly broke through the distance of hundreds of feet and reached the Human Emperor shrouded in golden light!

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"Drink!——"

Jiang Dali suddenly formed seals with his hands, and his phantom soul exploded like a storm with the infinite power of Maha in his Dantian, and the arrogance that surged up was more than ten feet high.

Almost at the same time, eighteen majestic war gods were transformed into phantom souls, as if they formed thirty-six arms in an instant, overwhelming the sky, solemn and solemn, shaking the air into a large ball of thick white mist, all blasting towards the Human Emperor...

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