Ling Feng felt a little happy when he heard Ta Motian say that he surpassed Gu Mosha and Gu Mozhi. Although he knew that he was able to perform so well because of the help of Emperor Manyang, if he surpassed himself, if he surpassed him, it would be a very fortunate thing to be able to surpass the three deceased demon kings.

But his appetite was far more than just wanting to surpass the three great demon kings. After hearing Ta Motian say it, he continued to ask Ta Motian with a cliché: "Where is the Zumo Master? I don't know how much time it took for the Zumo Master to pass this level?"

Ling Feng heard from the Tower Motian that when the Zumo Ye had passed the fourth, fifth and sixth level towers, he did not lose his life. If he wanted to compete with the Zumo Yetian, he could only compare his cultivation speed with others.

As a result, as soon as he said this, Ta Motian, who had always been able to answer his questions quickly, was hesitating and only said one word: "This..."

After Ta Motian finished speaking the word "this", he didn't answer Ling Feng for a long time. Looking at his hesitant spirit when he said the word "this", he seemed to be very difficult to answer Ling Feng's question.

When Ling Feng heard this, he felt something happened and asked the Tao Motian, "What's this and that? You said, is it because I, Ling Feng, is it that so outstanding that I, has surpassed yours, and it takes less time to practice?"

Ling Feng asked whatever he thought of. Anyway, the Ancestral Motian seemed to be dead, and this Tower Motian could only follow the Ancestral Motian's settings and obediently do a leader to lead the demons to complete their cultivation. There was no need for him to be too polite to the Tower Motian.

After being so aroused by Ling Feng, Ta Motian said anxiously: "How is it possible? Who are you? You are just an ordinary person, how can you compare to the mighty and courage of my original ancestor Motian? It is still easy for him to pass this level, but because in addition to passing the level, he also has to sort out the levels he has passed into the training mechanisms you have experienced now, so he wasted some time."

Tower Motian still didn't talk about time, but only said that in the process of practicing in this Ancestral Demon Tower, in addition to passing the level, he also needed to sort out some of the things he had experienced during the passing level into a cultivation system for future generations to practice, so he wasted some time.

What Tower Motian said may be true. After all, the builder of the Ancestral Demon Tower is Zumotian. It does take some time and energy to arrange the entire Ancestral Demon Tower into this magical cultivation system, but those are not what Ling Feng wants to know. He only wants to know how much time it took Zumotian to complete the cultivation.

Thinking of this, he asked directly: "I understand what you said, and I understand that Zu Mo Master might have done more than me, but what I care most about is how long it took Zu Mo Master to stay on this level before he reached the fifth level."

Listening to Ling Feng's repeated questions, Zu Motian finally spoke: "Twelve days, Zu Mo took a total of twelve days to leave this level and reach the fifth level of cultivation."

After saying this, Ta Motian added to Ling Feng again: "But boy, don't think you can beat Zu Mo. Zu Mo is impossible to win by others. Even if Zu Mo is on the road of heaven, he is definitely the best among the heavenly walkers. How can you, a stinky boy, compete with you? Wait, when you pass this level, you will see the conclusion when you reach the sixth level!"

Ling Feng asked at the Tower Motian: "How to find out the sixth level?"

Ta Motian replied: "It's very simple. The Ancestor Demon did not lose even a single life when he was in the sixth level, but you would never pass the level as easily as you are now. You will definitely lose your life in the sixth level. As long as you lose your life, you will naturally not be as good as the Ancestor Demon!"

After saying this, there was no sound of the tower demon sky coming from the sky, just as he had already left the fifth level of cultivation space before Ling Feng and had already arrived at the sixth level of cultivation space waiting for Ling Feng to rise up to practice.

Listening to the words of Tower Motian, Ling Feng laughed. On the fourth and fifth floors, didn’t Tower Motian think that he would lose several lives to be promoted? Since he could subvert the prediction of Tower Motian on the fourth and fifth floors, how could he not also subvert the prediction of Tower Motian and be promoted to the seventh floor with the result of immortality?

At this time, there were only tens of thousands of ancestral demon bulls left in the space. Ling Feng's prehistoric divine fist had already been almost done, and it would not make much sense to continue to practice. He only needed to frequently punch and smash all the remaining tens of thousands of ancestral demon bulls. When he was practicing at this moment, he could still talk and laugh with the Tower Motian, which actually shows that Ling Feng could easily deal with these ancestral demon bulls.

Since it was not very meaningful to continue practicing, Ling Feng naturally remembered Ling Qingxia, the little nephew who was huddled in his left arm as a turtle. Thinking of this, he did not say hello to Qingxia. As soon as the muscle bones in his left arm were tightened, Qingxia was squeezed out of his left arm space and bounced to the cultivation space of the fifth floor of the Ancestral Demon Tower.

At this time, Ling Qingxiao had the help of Ling Feng on the fourth floor and used the power of the Ten Mountains of Ancestral Demon, transforming the muscle bones of the body from a dragon to a dragon state. The muscle bones were even more fierce than those of the Ancestral Demon Bull. Therefore, Ling Feng was not very worried about the safety of the Ancestral Demon Bull. After letting Qingxiao fly out of the space of his left arm, he avoided it from afar, allowing Qingxiao to die by herself in the collision of tens of thousands of Ancestral Demon Bulls.

As soon as Ling Feng was popped up, the celestial ox was faced with the attacks of millions of ancestral demon bulls. While using his fists to fight against the ancestral demon bull, he began to curse Ling Feng in the space.

"Uncle, what's wrong? I'm sleeping well, why did you throw me here again? Are you really so scrupulous and insisting on not being relatives and enemies with me? You will sooner or later be revenge from me!"

The celestial yelled so strangely, trying to use Xutianyi to chase Ling Feng and crawl back into Ling Feng's body. Unfortunately, Ling Feng was ready to ignore him. As soon as the celestial vanished, Ling Feng flew away a few times.

The Ching was so angry that he screamed again: "You three centimeters, you have never suffered a loss in my hands, right? Why don't you stop here and let me get back into your vortex space!"
Chapter completed!