Xu Youyu covered her face in the clouds, and rode the clouds helplessly over the stone steps and floated to the mountain gate. A young man with white eyebrows was meditating at the mountain gate. It was the elder who announced the rules.
"Uncle Gu, Xue Cuo, the son of the Tianyi Sect Sword Immortal, has landed on Wangxian Road. Look..."
The boy with white eyebrows didn't even open his eyes: "Sword Immortal? You don't have to walk up the stone steps, you can enter directly."
Xu Youyu's face widened, and the white-browed young man raised his eyes and said coldly: "Unfortunately, the quota has been used up. The Sword Immortal has brought a young man into the Taoist Palace today, and I will personally receive him."
"Used it?" Xu Youyu was stunned and looked down the steps: "But Xue Cuo is the child of the Sword Immortal."
The young man with white eyebrows was impatient: "I don't care about that. Even if you are a swordsman, you can't break the rules of the mountains and the sea. One person is one person. Go down."
He waved his sleeve casually, and Xu Youyu floated more than ten feet like confetti.
Clouds were flying above the mountain gate, and fairy clouds were floating here and there. There was a colorful cloud in the middle. It was huge, soft and luxuriously decorated. It squeezed out several other clouds and stood proudly.
"Hey, you're squeezing me, who is it?"
"Which sect?"
"That's right, a wild man from the mountains is so overbearing!"
Standing on the clouds were a group of big men with human bodies and animal heads, and muscular bodies. The big men ignored them at all. There were eye-catching white-fronted tigers, ring-eyed cloud-headed leopards, black-eyed iron-eating beasts, and a bunch of little monsters.
The tiger has fluffy hair and strong muscles. He is wearing an elegant azure robe. His eyes are calm and intimidating, and he has two black iron knots in his hands.
Leopard stroked his beard and said: "Brother, Kong Yun's momentum is good, he should be able to reach the second level!"
Tiger hummed, his eyes indifferent, paying attention to Kong Yun's movements on the steps.
Kong Yun straightened up and strode forward, without forgetting to flick his sleeves and turned back to snort at Xue Cuo. It is easy to break through the cultivation of monsters, but it is difficult to break through it. Although Kong Yun has only just built the realm, he has stayed in the realm building stage for more than a hundred years. His true spirit is powerful and he can stand up to his peers.
Xue Cuo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he stepped forward, but was knocked down by the pressure of a mountain. Everyone around him was moving forward, and he was the only one left.
"Good weight……"
Xue Cuo couldn't move, and suddenly he had an idea. He took out the white paper and jade pen from the storage ring, and began to fold the little figures. He folded twelve, and then started to draw eyebrows, eyes and nose on the paper figures.
This was realized from Brother Ren Shu's twelve zodiac spirit sword array. Xue Cuo borrowed a bit of the power of the God of Incense and Fire, but did not have the charm of the God of Incense and Fire. He felt that the twelve zodiac gods should no longer be between heaven and earth, no longer enjoy the incense of the world, and have become part of the great road of heaven and earth.
But since someone is reciting it and there are traces of the Tao, you can borrow it.
Xue Cuo concentrated on recalling the legend of the twelve zodiac gods. He first drew a paper rabbit, his name and facial features, and then the rabbit ears. The golden sand blended with the thousand-year-old ink, and the originally dull paper figure suddenly came to life after being inspired by the jade pen, with a hint of ancient and obscure Taoist charm. The jade rabbit's facial features were agile, and the wind was blowing under its feet. It jumped a long distance, but because Xue Cuo's fate was written in it, it was knocked down by the pressure after only a few steps.
Xue Cuo grabbed the rabbit paper man and painted it carefully: "Don't run, there are still bangs!"
The little paper rabbit started to struggle, and Xue Cuo was inexplicable: "It's so strange."
He scratched his head and drew a little rabbit. Xue Cuo also thought about the characteristics of the twelve zodiac signs and drew Xue Cuo with a pig nose, Xue Cuo with ox horns, Xue Cuo with dragon tail...
And these little paper figures, without exception, have flower heads and bangs. You look at me, I look at you, and finally they jump around and laugh at the ugliest autistic rabbit painted with unskilled brushstrokes.
Autistic Rabbit has a black line on his forehead, suddenly goes berserk, and punches a good brother.
The picture was very strange. When he felt someone was looking at him, the paper man immediately restrained his movements and became quieter. As the paper man took shape, the pressure on Xue Cuo was divided by the twelve paper man brothers, and he only had thirteenth left. One, but I still can't walk. Bai Fu's spiritual energy cannot withstand the spiritual pressure and he can't walk up such a long staircase.
So a little communication is still needed.
Xue Cuo held the pen in his mouth and scratched his head: "Hmm... It doesn't seem right... It should... ah, add a little here... add a stroke here... Oops, why did I write the Taoist title of the Goddess Daze... …wipe it off…”
Xue Cuo felt guilty, scrawled and revised, and drew a rough draft. Finally, he concentrated his mind on the pen and wrote down the talisman in his heart. Then he raised his pen to write the talisman, finishing it in one go.
Xue Cuo exhaled, put away his tools, and then pointed his little hands together: "Get up."
The talisman paper spontaneously ignited without wind, and the mountain pressing on Xue Cuo relaxed in vain. The twelve little paper figures bent their waists and looked at Xue Cuo one after another. The paper figures' eyebrows stood up, and their angry little hands pointed at Xue Cuo. wrong.
Xue Cuo: "What are you looking at!"
No, is the paper man so spiritual? Something went wrong again.
Niutou Xue mistakenly faced the other paper figures, Balabala, and then turned around. He was so angry that he looked like a living stick figure cartoon character, snorting from his nostrils.
Xue Cuo: "It's over. Why can't I move? Something seems to be wrong."
Xue Cuo tried to follow the paper man. The paper man could jump around freely, but he couldn't get up and move. Xue Cuo thought for a while, then suddenly looked at the paper man, knocked his head, and said with a smile: "I'm so stupid."
He held up his hands, jumped onto the twelve paper figures, and gave the order: "Let's go!"
The twelve paper men raised their heads, dark clouds covered the sun, and a huge mountain fell from the sky, pressing heavily on them. The irritable bull-headed paper men tried hard to stretch out their hooves to poke the mountain of flesh.
Xue Cuo scratched his butt: Ouch, it's so itchy.
The twelve paper men followed the order and carried Xue Cuo up step by step. Because the pressure was evenly distributed, Xue Cuo also wrote the Soul-accumulating Talisman and used a trace of spiritual pressure, so the paper men were very strong.
Xue Cuo is shy: It’s good, but it’s strange why my butt is always itchy.
Kong Yun walked slower and slower, and big beads of sweat fell from his head one by one. He was expressionless and did not relax. He took deep steps one step at a time, surpassing the disciples on Wangxian Road and walking to Wenxian Road. , but the road to Wenxian seems to have no end, and there is no way to see the front.
The monster who was traveling with him was exhausted and lay on the spot: "Kong Yun, I can't stand it any longer. You keep going up."
Kong Yun grabbed him and glared angrily: "Are you willing to be a ladder if you stay here?"
The monster's veins popped out and his eyes were about to split: "I'm not willing to give in."
Kong Yun snorted and let go: "Then follow me until you can't crawl even with a finger."
The monster clenched his fists and tried to climb up with Kong Yun. His posture was not elegant.
This is the fate of being a monster. There are three disasters in the world, and there are also man-made disasters. He has to climb to the third level to have any hope of getting good skills. Otherwise, it will be difficult to break through the current realm.
At this time, a fair and fat boy crossed his legs and moved up one step at a time. The scene was very strange.
monster:!
Kong Yun's eyes widened: "You?!"
He looked closely under Xue Cuo and saw twelve cursing paper figures walking forward with heavy loads. Xue Cuo was still moving slowly, slowly passing him and crawling forward.
Xue Cuo turned around and looked at Kong Yun. Suddenly he put one hand forward and the other backward, twisting his small hands in waves, imitating Kong Yun's climbing: "Turtle, turtle, climb, climb, climb."
Kong Yun was furious: "Son of a bitch!"
The feathers on the child's temples stood up. He held his breath, calmed down, suddenly took a step forward, and chased Xue Cuo.
Xue Cuo pointed out: Run!
The monk observing on the cloud head was also very surprised: "What did the child use? A magic weapon?"
Another person observed for a moment and shook his head: "No, no, if it was a magic weapon, it would have been taken away by the elders long ago. What's more, it is just an entry ceremony for disciples in the realm building stage. These students, no matter their strength, true spirit, or soul, cannot withstand the spiritual pressure. Mo Regarding the use of heavy treasures under spiritual pressure, this child must have used some secret technique."
A female monk shook her head and said, "Wrong, it's a talisman."
Everyone was surprised and immediately sighed: "Talk? What a pity, what kind of parents are so useless that they let their children choose the way of talismans."
"Of course, fellow practitioners, in terms of strength, sword cultivators are of course the strongest. If your disciples cannot enter the Taoist Palace, our Yijian Pavilion will take in all the heartbroken Taoists."
"Bah, rolling, rolling, what a bad luck."
"That's right, that's right."
The female monk crossed her arms and said with great pity: "There is no one incense spirit in the world, and there are many great ways of learning, but Fu Luyi still fell into the inferior category. This son is not bad at Fulu Yi, but it is a pity that he was born in the wrong era. If he is in Thirty thousand years ago, something must have been accomplished.”
The monks said: "That's good."
The white-browed young man sitting in front of the mountain gate waiting for his disciples opened his eyes, his consciousness covered the entire mountain gate, and he naturally saw the leisurely Xue Cuo.
He hummed, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. Others couldn't see it, but he could see the white talisman floating above Xue Cuo's head.
I looked from Xue Cuo's talismans to the little paper figures, and found nothing unusual.
"I have some talent, but it's a pity that I took the wrong path."
He closed his eyes. This behavior was not considered cheating, so he didn't care anymore.
Kong Yun tried hard to catch up with Xue Cuo, but was always unable to do so. The further he went, the greater the pressure, and his face soon turned pale. However, even so, his position was still far enough forward. He had already reached the Wenxian Road, and was about to pass him. The first person to ask about the path to immortality and step into the second-level path to ascend to immortality.
Walking in front of Wenxian was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He walked very hard, but not as hard as the person who climbed up from the bottom.
He was dissatisfied. It would be great if his parents were also immortal elders. He could just take the easiest path to becoming an immortal. Although his qualifications are almost the same, it is just because his parents are not cultivated enough that they are so far behind from the beginning. He needs to work step by step and fight hard. That quota.
Swish--
The disciple turned around when he heard the strange noise, and saw a fat, white child with his legs crossed, slowly passing him.
He was immediately furious, and the spot he had finally won was snatched away: "Immortal! Someone is cheating!"
The long steps were silent, no one answered.
The sage's answer was silence.
The disciple's face turned pale and he was full of unwillingness, while Xue Cuo scratched his head and continued to crawl forward.
More than one child could barely be tolerated, but when he turned around, another child climbed up, and he was also a monster! He no longer has enough physical strength to climb forward!
The disciple sneered: "A beast is worthy of walking in front of me?"
Kong Yun had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, raised his head and smiled disdainfully: "You dare to stand in front of me? You're ugly."
The disciple's face changed. He was born with a flaw in his appearance and was not as handsome as other monks. Therefore, he hated others talking about his appearance. He looked back and saw that there was no one around. He was the only one competing with this monster to be the last one to enter the second class. Although Kong Yun can surpass him in terms of quota, it's not like he can't drag Kong Yun to death.
He couldn't help but sneer: "You are a barbarian who speaks rudely."
Kong Yun was unmoved: "Get out!"
The disciple refused to let him go, so he stood in front of Kong Yun wherever he went. As long as he lasted until the end, even if he didn't climb the cloud steps and took them one by one, he would be able to enter the second level.
Kong Yun was furious, but if he used force, he might be immediately disqualified.
"Despicable human guy!"
The disciple laughed loudly: "Little beast, grandpa..."
At this moment, a child behind the disciple said: "Ah, the paper man is broken."
The disciple turned around and saw the fat and fair boy sitting peacefully on the steps more than ten feet above him, holding his chin and looking at the two of them.
The disciple was angry: "What are you looking at!"
Xue Cuo tilted his head: "The Taoist book says that cultivating the Tao means cultivating the heart, cultivating the Tao, cultivating the nature, body, soul, mind, and body. All of them are indispensable. Brother Taoist, if you stop others from practicing the Tao for your own selfishness, you will be punished. of."
The disciple laughed loudly: "Retribution, where does retribution come from?"
Xue Cuo said nothing, smiled brightly, spread his hands and hummed twice: "Hey, I don't know about that."
Kong Yun suddenly narrowed his eyes and strode forward.
The disciple immediately wanted to stop him, but the soles of his feet took root but remained motionless. He lowered his head and saw eleven or two limp paper figures lying on his shoes, as if their souls had left their body. The small paper figures were like a heavy burden. He was dragged so hard that he couldn't move.
Kong Yun ignored him, walked forward step by step, walked to Xue Cuo, and raised his feet again, but he was already at the end of his rope and really had no strength to go forward. After trying, he had to sit down.
Kong Yun was silent for a moment: "You're a human guy, you're not bad."
Xue Cuo said at the same time: "Turtle, turtle, crawl, crawl, crawl!"
Kong Yun: "Kill you!"
