When we reached the dozens of steps, there were already a large number of passers-by who were pressed on the steps with red faces, unable to move, and could even only crawl down bit by bit.
Some are unwilling to admit defeat and will not give up until they are covered in blood.
However, Qiming and Qiming passed the first level before and didn't feel anything for the time being.
But next, Qiming himself chose a different path.
Qiming stood in front of the 101 steps.
Just when he arrived at this location, all the steps in front were covered with a blood-red color.
It’s really...a little bit nervous...
"My assessment may have to be conducted alone."
Lan Yudie smiled slightly and let go of Ming Ming's hand: "I'll wait for you."
She believes that Qiming can overcome all difficulties.
Qiming smiled and nodded.
Mobilize your Yang energy and take steps.
Pfft.
An arrow from nowhere seemed to appear in front of him out of thin air, and penetrated Qi Ming's chest with a speed and force that was absolutely impossible to resist.
There were no attached toxins or explosions, it just passed through extremely smoothly. The cross pattern on the arrow cut open Ming's body, leaving a bloody hole with a cross star.
Qiming froze.
Severe pain spread from his chest, but in the next second, another invisible force began to repair his injuries.
It's not just his own star power or bloodline infected by the demon's poison, but another completely foreign power.
Is this... Yangquan?
The injury appears in one second, and then recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye, maintaining Qiming's vitality.
His lips turned slightly white, and the pain was not enough to defeat him.
The large network connecting the organs in the body seemed to be more dense after repeated repairs. Qiming stabilized his mind and took the second step.
Whizzing! !
Two arrows appeared out of thin air and pierced Qi Ming's body again.
Blood flowed down.
Qiming's body shook for half a minute.
Depend on……
Are you playing with arithmetic sequences here?
What is the actual description of the so-called "Death by a Thousand Cuts"?
Shouldn't this thing be an adjective? ?
The steps above are endless as far as the eye can see.
Qi Ming raised his head and looked at the golden blood in his eyes, feeling a little dizzy.
Take the third step.
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Swish swish swish! ! !
Swish swish swish! ! !
Every time he went up a level, one more arrow penetrated Qi Ming's body, and soon his entire clothes were stained with blood.
The growth force that was like a Yangquan never had time to recover Qi Ming's injuries, and his entire chest was in tatters.
This was not just a simple penetrating wound. It wasn't until the number of wounds increased that Qiming realized the presence of the demon's poison inside.
Even Yangquan is poisonous. After being injured and forcibly recovered countless times, the poison is merging with his body in an extremely tragic manner.
The pain intensified.
Obviously his limbs were not injured, but he gritted his teeth and climbed about halfway. After all, Qi Ming's legs refused to obey him, and he swayed and fell on the steps.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but seep blood.
All the internal organs seemed to have been shattered.
Qiming tried his best to maintain his consciousness, and the thundering star wheel above his head kept flashing.
The bright red blood spread and dyed the entire steps red.
Qi Ming was lying in this bright red, his chest rising and falling low.
He was the only one left in the world, but in fact, Lan Yudie was still standing on the steps and could see Qiming's current situation.
"Qiming!"
"Qiming!!!"
She didn't go hiking. After Qiming entered the assessment, she just stayed with her.
But Qiming was clearly close at hand, but her shout was blocked by the invisible barrier and could not be transmitted.
He could only watch as Qi Ming was inexplicably covered in blood, but he still moved up step by step until he fell.
Why?
Why would Qiming become like this after just over a hundred steps?
The eighth level tests Yuanli!
How could it be possible with Qiming’s Yuan Power reserve?
"Do you want to continue?"
"Your body is stretched to its limit."
"The pain that follows will only increase a thousandfold."
"The human body cannot carry this kind of power."
"You can't get up anymore."
"Why not choose to become a demon and have unlimited power."
Heart-stirring words floated in my ears.
Qi Ming just raised the corner of his mouth mockingly: "No upper limit?"
If there is no upper limit for demon gods, how can they usher in their end? All giant demon gods will be destroyed.
If there is no upper limit for the demon god, why would the eternal Lord condescend to enter the body of a small human and play false house in the eternal Jedi?
Grit your teeth.
The yang energy is mobilized and continuously connected with the sunshine.
Yuan power flows, spiritual power trembles, and the power of the stars is stimulated.
The Yuandan Heavenly Aperture awakens, and the two vortexes spin continuously.
The thundering star array on Qiming's chest lit up one by one.
A trace of thunder flowed through the blood again.
Mixed with blood.
Five fingers dragged long bloody traces on the ground, but Qiming propped up his body again.
Since this road does not want him to die.
How could he not try his best to survive.
Pfft.
As long as he opens his legs, countless new weapons will stab Qiming again.
The stab wound was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.
A sword wound is thick in the middle and thin on the sides.
The spear and arrow looked similar, but the moment they penetrated, they shattered the bones and flesh around the wound.
The blows of the ax progressed from light to heavy, first a cut, then a crack, then a heart-wrenching pain.
After passing the 50th step, more and more types of weapons are used to attack, and the wounds caused become more and more numerous.
From east to west.
From ancient times to modern times.
From cold weapons to firearms.
Qiming accepted them one by one.
And didn't fall down again.
Even though he could no longer lift his legs, he did not fall down.
The body's rate of recovery is extremely limited.
Too many penetrating wounds and it would be impossible for him to continue upward.
He had to stop where he was, enduring the heartbreaking pain, activating his Yang energy and even his thunder, waiting for his body to recover little by little.
Consciousness seems to be fading away.
Indescribable deep exhaustion blooms from the depths of the soul.
"Qiming, Qiming..."
Lan Yudie cried on the steps.
She knew Qiming had chosen a more difficult path, but she never thought it would be so difficult.
A single blow like this would be enough for an ordinary human being to be completely destroyed!
Even if they are Yuan warriors, even if that bullshit Yangquan is still restoring Qiming's body, the pain will not be alleviated one bit!
"Qiming..."
Across the transparent barrier, Lan Yudie lay on Qiming's shoulder and sobbed softly.
It seemed like this, she could embrace Qiming.
Qiming's eyes suddenly moved.
A trace of moist coolness inexplicably came from the shoulders.
Water dripping into the pond stirs up ripples all over the pond.
He didn't know where a force came from to bring him back to consciousness.
