As he got closer and closer to the mountain, the footsteps of the ghosts behind him gradually slowed down, and their expressions were a little painful.
It seemed that the aura emitted by the mountain made them very uncomfortable.
One of the ghosts stared at Mao Yongan's back with resentment and chased after him tenaciously, but a wisp of breeze seemed to blow through the air, and the flesh and blood on his body exploded into pieces, causing a cloud of blood mist to explode.
Only one arm survived. He put his fingers on the ground in embarrassment and fled away in embarrassment.
This scene stimulated the other ghosts, causing them to stop one after another. Although they still stared angrily at Mao Yongan's fleeing back, they did not dare to pursue him any more.
The mourning ghost suddenly let out a long and shrill roar. This roar was full of sorrow, and it sounded like there was some tragic story.
Along with the roar, Mao Yongan's figure suddenly shook violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and bleeding from all his orifices, but he still gritted his teeth tenaciously, and finally managed to land at the foot of the mountain, and took out a lot of dolls, paper figures and the like from the cloth bag. , guarding all around him, then he took his last breath and fainted.
Those ghosts are still wandering around the outside of the mountain unwillingly, refusing to leave.
It seems like it is guarding a corpse. Although you can't enter, it can wait for you to come out.
It was getting dark.
Mao Yongan opened his eyes weakly, looked around subconsciously, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the paper dolls he had released were still behind him.
When he escaped before, he was just mentally exhausted, but otherwise there was no serious problem.
The most severe blow was the long roar. When his mental power was exhausted, this sudden blow almost killed him.
Fortunately, after eating half of the fruit from the old woman, his mental strength had undergone a baptism and his resilience had become much stronger. Otherwise, he might have really confessed here this time.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Mao Yongan continued to restore his mental strength through meditation.
After another two hours, he finally stood up and put away the paper puppets.
"This mountain..."
"It's not easy."
Normally, in his current state, it would take about five or six hours to return to his peak. However, there seems to be a wonderful charm in the mountain itself, which can speed up the recovery of a person's mental power.
Mao Yong'an even felt that if he practiced in this mountain, his realm would improve 1-2 times faster.
Good place!
Mao Yongan circled around the foot of the mountain and finally found a somewhat deserted winding path that seemed to lead directly to the top of the mountain.
At the starting point of this path, there is a stone monument.
There are three words "Longhu Mountain" written on it!
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and it seems to have its own Taoist charm, which is extraordinary.
However, this stone tablet is full of cracks and looks like it will break at any time.
Including the upper right corner of the stele, it seemed that someone had neatly chopped it off with a sword.
But Mao Yongan became excited!
Longhu Mountain!
He has seen it in the Taoist secret book, which records that Longhu Mountain is a sacred place of Taoism, but the specific information and source are unknown, and it is more of a legend.
Daocheng once sent a team of Taoist priests to search the wasteland.
But in the end it came to nothing.
Even Mao Yongan once thought that the secret records were unrealistic.
did not expect...
Met him today.
Is this the real Fu Ji Tai Lai?
Mao Yongan took a deep breath and stepped onto the stone steps.
Climbing!
Discover the true face of the Taoist Holy Mountain.
One step, two steps...
But with every step he took, there was a spiritual force blocking his steps.
"Are you testing my qualifications for mountain climbing?"
Mao Yongan murmured to himself, his eyes becoming more determined at this moment.
"Master Tao, I'm determined to climb this mountain!"
When he reached the twentieth level, Mao Yongan's face suddenly turned pale.
At level 30, his face was already covered with sweat.
At level 40, he began to stagger, as if he might faint at any moment.
At the forty-fifth step, a huge thrust came, and his whole body flew backwards at this moment, hitting the foot of the mountain heavily.
And this step leads directly to the top of the mountain.
Endless as far as the eye can see.
The forty-fifth level is just leaving the starting point.
However, Mao Yongan is not troubled. The more difficult the mountain climbing, the richer the resources on the top of the mountain!
Under the stimulation of the treasure, all obstacles are just training for oneself.
Not only did it not discourage him, but his eyes became firmer.
this...
It is Mao Yongan’s obsession.
…
Three days later.
Mao Yongan flew down from the mountain again and collapsed on the ground.
"Seventy-eighth floor."
In three days, under the tempering of these stone steps, his mental power skyrocketed. Although the seventy-eighth step was not long, it made him feel inspired.
At least...
This represents hope.
Mao Yongan took a deep breath, sat cross-legged and meditated, digesting the gains from this mountain climbing.
Another three days passed.
"Ninety-nine..."
At this time, all the muscles in Mao Yongan's body were trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little ferocious.
"Master Dao, I still don't believe that he can be stuck at this ninety-ninth level!"
"ah!!!"
With a roar, Mao Yongan stretched out his foot tremblingly, and finally stepped on the 100th floor!
There seemed to be a sigh coming from the mountain.
Then the invisible pressure disappeared, and the steps behind seemed to turn into normal appearance at this moment.
Mao Yongan's Taoist robe was soaked with sweat at this moment. He was lying on the steps, panting heavily, and laughing from time to time.
"The Holy Mountain of Daocheng must..."
"There are so many treasures."
This seemed to give him endless motivation, and he forced himself to sit up, constantly recovering his depleted mental power.
It only took an hour to restore his mental strength to its peak state, and he climbed up the steps above.
soon...
He arrived halfway up the mountain.
Some buildings can be seen around, which seem to be residential areas.
"Take it one step at a time."
"The big prize will be awarded at the end!"
Mao Yongan rubbed his hands with excitement in his eyes, left the steps, came to a huge terrace, and touched the residential area.
The surroundings were exceptionally quiet.
However, Mao Yongan understands this very well. If there are really people in this holy mountain, it means that they all belong to the owner, but they are embarrassed to take it!
but...
After gradually approaching the residential area, Mao Yongan was startled.
The smell of blood.
The smell of blood is very strong and somewhat pungent.
It no longer smelled fresh, as if it had been dead for a long time and the blood had become stinky.
Disgusting.
"Any questions?"
Mao Yongan muttered to himself, then took out two dolls from the black backpack behind him and threw them on the ground.
The doll rolled on the ground, constantly expanding, and finally became the size of a human, standing in front of Mao Yongan.
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