"boom!!!" Originally, Mo Kuangzi could easily suppress the pain in the white clouds with the Ten Thousand Seals of the Ten Thousand Seals Pen. However, from the moment he stepped on the 201st white cloud, the power of the disaster became countless times stronger than before. Mo Kuangzi swung out a Ten Thousand Seals like the one just now, but it was instantly broken through by a thunderclap, heading straight for his chest. Faced with this terrifyingly powerful thunder, Mo Kuangzi's face was filled with fear, and he didn't dare to withstand it with his body. He had no choice but to wield the Ten Thousand Dao Pen and summon three Ten Thousand Dao Seals in succession before he was finally able to extinguish the power of the thunder. This thrilling scene made Master Xuankong and Dongfang Liren secretly break into cold sweats. Although Mo Kuangzi himself was still frightened, he had already come this far and was unwilling to give up just like that. Immediately, Mo Kuangzi took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, made all preparations, and jumped again onto the 202nd white cloud. However, the law of the Three Thousand Worlds is that the power of the catastrophe on the white clouds behind must be stronger than that on the white clouds in front.
Therefore, starting from the 201st white cloud, Mo Kuangzi was no longer as at ease as he was at the beginning, and fell into a difficult and bitter battle. The power of these disasters on the white clouds later on was dozens of times greater than the previous ones. It is impossible to contain it with just one Ten Thousand Seals. It takes five or six consecutive seals to barely suppress it. However, Mo Kuangzi is worthy of being the successor of the Confucian Temple and the contemporary Emperor Wen. His strength is so strong that he is by no means an ordinary person. Relying on the full strength of his power to activate the Ten Thousand Seals, Mo Kuangzi managed to pass the 250th level and sealed the antelope that had just knocked Master Xuankong away with a wave of his pen. And until now, it is still unscathed and not even a leaf has touched it. "Emperor Wen's combat experience and maturity are indeed mature enough." Dongfang Liren exclaimed in admiration, "He has passed 250 levels and is still unscathed." "Emperor Buddha, when you arrived here just now, you were already seriously injured and dying." Master Xuankong smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, "The Emperor's strength is above mine, of course I know this." "With Emperor Wen's strength, there may be a good chance that he can travel across the three thousand worlds and obtain the inheritance of the Immortal Emperor Yunjian!" Ye Qing stood with his arms folded, shook his head, and smiled faintly, "Impossible." "Oh?" Dongfang Liren and Master Xuankong immediately looked at him in confusion, "Why?" Ye Qing said slowly, "Buddha Emperor, your strength is not weaker than that of Emperor Wen, but the Wandao Pen in Emperor Wen's hand has enough power to help him avoid harm." "However, the price of avoiding harm is to consume a large amount of spiritual energy." "Emperor Wen has to activate the immortal artifact Ten Thousand Dao Pen and perform the Ten Thousand Dao Seal, which is the most powerful sealing technique of the human race. Even if his spiritual power is sufficient, each use will bring a considerable consumption." "During the first 200 levels, Emperor Wen only used Ten Thousand Seals once for each level, and he was still able to hold on." "But starting from the 201st level, he had to use the Ten Thousand Seals four or five times on average at each level before he could barely pass it."
"From level 201 to level 250, the spiritual energy he consumed was even greater than the previous 200 levels." "Emperor Wen has already used up more than half of his spiritual power, and the Ten Thousand Dao Seals are no longer as powerful as they were at the beginning." "If this trend continues, it won't be long before Emperor Wen runs out of energy and is defeated." Dongfang Liren and Master Xuankong were stunned and looked at Mo Kuangzi in the distance at the same time. Mo Kuangzi's movements really became sluggish gradually, and the spiritual power on the Wandao Pen also became dimmer, no longer as sharp as at the beginning. The two of them suddenly realized what was going on and said in amazement, "It is indeed so!" "Ye Huang's observation skills are really meticulous!" Ye Qing smiled faintly and continued, "In addition, the reason why Emperor Wen was able to pass the first 250 levels without any damage was also because Emperor Buddha had just explored this section of the road in advance." "While the Buddha Emperor was breaking through, Emperor Wen had been concentrating on observing the direction and power of these disasters, and had already thought of a way to break through them in his mind." "But the Buddha Emperor just stopped at the 250th level, so the Emperor Wen doesn't know what kind of disasters there are after the 250th level." "That is to say, not only is his spiritual energy consumption huge, but he has also lost the advantage of knowing both himself and the enemy, and being able to fight a hundred battles without losing." "Although Emperor Wen appears to be unscathed on the surface, he is actually at the end of his rope and has run out of energy." "If my guess is correct, Emperor Wen will definitely be defeated in at most twenty rounds." …… The result was exactly as Ye Qing expected. After losing the intelligence, facing strange and unknown dangers, Mo Kuangzi became obviously more cautious than before. Before jumping onto a white cloud, one must first observe carefully and feel the flow of spiritual energy in the cloud to guess and judge what kind of disaster it will be. However, the Three Thousand Worlds are a restriction imposed by immortals, how could his mortal eyes see through them? Relying on a cautious and careful approach, Mo Kuangzi barely passed the twelve levels. But just as he stepped onto the thirteenth level, a biting gale blew up in the air, blowing towards him without him being able to prepare at all. Feeling the terrifying power of the storm, Mo Kuangzi's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly waved his hand to write down four seals, attacking from the four directions of east, west, south and north, trying to calm the storm down. However, the moment the four seals came into contact with the storm, they were all crushed into dust. "What?! This is!!!" Mo Kuangzi's pupils suddenly shrank and he widened his eyes in disbelief. The next second, he was unable to react and was hit by a strong wind, sweeping him into the air. Then it was blown back and returned to Ye Qing and others. Mo Kuangzi's final score was also fixed at level 263. Dongfang Liren and the other two took a closer look and couldn't help but gasp in shock. The strong wind was as sharp as a dagger, leaving hideous blood marks on Mo Kuangzi's skin, almost turning him into a blood gourd.
And in Mo Kuangzi's hand, there was an extra magical knife. Although this reward was not quite what he wanted, it was at least a kind of consolation. "Jade Emperor, Ye Emperor, these three thousand worlds are really terrifying." Mo Kuangzi's expression became extremely solemn, and he warned in a hoarse voice: "This kind of danger is incomparable to any danger or secret realm in the mortal world." (End of this chapter)