The artifact appears in the world, and there are many strange phenomena.
Fushengyuan has everything under control, and the news of the birth of the divine weapon has been announced to the world a long time ago.
The eight major sects, their disciples and countless strangers gathered at the foot of Wangyue Mountain on this day.
Jiang Zhixian was naturally among them. Beside her stood Chu Fang, the young master of the Duanqing Valley, and her fiancé Yan Tanzhi.
"Brother Chu, is this Miss Rui not going to come?" There has been no news since Rui Wenyue was taken away by her senior brother last time. Jiang Zhixian was worried that maybe her senior brother at Wangyue Mountain would not let her come this time.
Chu Fang stared at the movement on the mountain and was unsure.
The ban on Wangyue Mountain has not yet been lifted. Although the golden light on the top of the mountain can already be felt, the miasma is everywhere and no one can approach Wangyue Mountain.
"Miss Rui has a bet with Brother Chu, so he should come." Seeing Jiang Zhixian worried, Yan Tanzhi comforted him.
Suddenly, a burst of violent spiritual energy burst out with Wangyue Mountain as the center, and everyone was affected by the sudden impact of spiritual energy. Those with higher cultivation levels could barely resist with their own spiritual energy, while some with lower cultivation levels were directly swept away by the spiritual energy.
"Zhixian, are you okay?" Yan Tanzhi tightly protected Jiang Zhixian. Only Chu Fang stood firm and motionless.
After all, Chu Fang was at a higher level than them and could still withstand such an attack.
The restrictions on Wangyue Mountain were lifted, and everyone started walking up the mountain except for those trash that couldn't even carry the external spiritual energy.
Because Wangyue Mountain is guarded by divine soldiers, even if the outermost restrictions are unlocked, there is still a strong pressure of divine energy inside, making it impossible to fly with the wind.
Not to mention flying, anyone who can climb the ninety-nine steps step by step is already a strong person among people.
Chu Fang looked around, but still didn't see Rui Wenyue, and felt a little disappointed. Rui Wenyue was leaning against the Temple of Punishment. Even if she insisted on denying the bet last time, she couldn't do anything to her.
I don't know why he vaguely hoped that she would appear in his heart, but it was clear that the bet at that time was just a condition he put forward out of greed.
"Brother Chu, let's go." Jiang Zhixian knew that he was looking for Rui Wenyue, but now that the restriction had been lifted, everyone was climbing up the mountain. If they were lagging behind, they might not have reached the magic weapon before they reached the mountain. Someone got there first.
A group of people climbed up to the top of the mountain in a hurry. At the front were the elders of the eight sects. Their cultivation level is relatively high, and the pressure of Wangyue Mountain is relatively bearable for them.
Some disciples at the foot of the mountain who had managed to withstand the impact of the spiritual energy explosion still experienced varying degrees of discomfort after climbing up the stairs of Wangyue Mountain.
Some were frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground, while some were seriously injured and died from blood spurts. Fortunately, Fushengyuan had already expected this to happen and arranged for a rescue team to be at the foot of the mountain. If someone like this happened, they would be towed away.
The higher you go up, the heavier the pressure of the air becomes, and there are still people collecting the bodies of those who have fallen at the foot of the mountain. But there was no one left to collect the body of the one who fell halfway up the mountain.
Anyone who can climb halfway up the mountain, who is not desperately trying to seize the artifact, has the time to care about the life and death of others.
When Chu Fang and Jiang Zhixian climbed to the fifty steps, they could hardly take another step forward. Jiang Zhixian was weaker than Chu Fang. Fortunately, Yanjiang Auction House had many treasures, which allowed her to persist to this step. .
"Brother Chu... I can't do it anymore. Tan Zhi and I will just go down the mountain." Jiang Zhixian had to breathe heavily every time she said a word. Even if she was protected by a treasure, it still made her very uncomfortable.
Chu Fang looked at the two people who were half dead, and knew in his heart that they had reached their limit.
Looking around, they are the only ones who can reach the fifty steps with their Nascent Soul cultivation. Even Chu Fang himself gradually felt a touch of sweetness in his throat.
Rui Wenyue is only a golden elixir cultivator, maybe she won't be able to get up even if she comes...
Chu Xing thought.
"Then you wait for me at the bottom of the mountain. I will definitely get the artifact back." Chu Fang comforted Jiang Zhixian, turned around and continued walking up.
At this time, there were fewer and fewer people on the steps of Wangyue Mountain as we went up.
Chu Fang walked slower and slower step by step. He glanced upward and there were more than thirty steps, but now every step he took was like walking on the tip of a knife. Not only that, his sea of blood was still surging. With.
At present, there are only a few people who can walk in front of Chu Fang. Except for a few talented people and powerful elders from the eight sects, there are almost no other people around.
But when Chu Fang thought of Rui Wenyue's cold mask, an endless force seemed to rise in his heart to support him to continue moving forward.
72, 73, 74…
Chu Fang abandoned all distracting thoughts and counted every step he took. The wind-attributed aura from his body also overflowed, and the pressure of the aura was so strong that he had to use his natal magic weapon to resist.
"Oh? That's Chu Fang, the Young Master of Duanqing Valley?" Dean Liyun of Fusheng Academy stroked his gray beard and nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.
"Having been promoted to a god at such a young age, he is really a rare genius." Another majestic man next to him was carrying the Guanghua Liuyun Sword. His eyes narrowed and he examined the young man on Wangyue Mountain.
"Tsk, Yu Xiong, are you jealous?" Dean Liyun mocked.
The middle-aged man named Yu Xiong blushed with anger at his ridicule. Who wouldn't want a disciple who can advance to the realm of gods at a young age?
Looking at the entire Yunya Continent, if one can reach the level of becoming a god or above, he can even start his own sect. Most of the elders of the eight sects also have this level of cultivation.
"Hmph. That old man from Duanqing Valley is lucky, but our Tianyan Sword Sect doesn't have the same luck as him." Yu Xiong snorted coldly, expressing his disdain, and continued to sit on the wall opposite Wangyue Mountain with the heads of various sects to watch.
Although it is good for the divine weapons to appear in this world, it is useless for those of them who already have their own divine weapons. Can we still expect the divine soldiers to be willing to accept a cultivator who already has a divine weapon? The magic weapon also has a temper, okay?
"Hey, who is that? Why did a dark horse suddenly appear?" Feng Ruyu, the head of the Spiritual Beast Sect, shouted while sitting on a white tiger, attracting everyone's attention.
I saw a small figure, dressed in a black robe, quickly flying up from the bottom of the mountain.
The ban on Wangyue Mountain has been open for some time, and everyone has climbed at least a third of the way up. Those who couldn't climb down had already been carried out.
Everyone has almost reached their limit, and every step they take is suffering. But this little guy who came from nowhere actually rushed forward as if he was not affected at all.
Dean Liyun stood up and rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Who is this person? Which sect is he from?" Yu Xiong asked with a frown, but all the elders looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Is it possible that this person has a very high level of cultivation? Can he be like this?"
"No, I have confirmed twice that this person is only a gold elixir cultivator."
"Does this person have a magic weapon to protect him?"
"What magic weapon can resist the pressure of divine energy?"
Everyone was silent for a while, and they couldn't think of any reason to explain the phenomenon in front of them.
