It's a long road.
On the bluestone steps, bursts of Taoist power flowed, and as it got higher and higher, the pressure became more and more intense.
At this time, every step on the bluestone steps is like carrying a huge force. Even because of the different foundations, everyone feels different pressure.
This is a kind of pressure from the soul, especially among the people in this group who have just ignited the soul fire.
It was like purifying their souls, warming their souls. It was like bathing in the sun. It was very warm, but it didn't feel good.
The soul is the most intuitive feeling for a cultivator. Even any disturbance will bring great harm to one's body, not to mention that most of them have just ignited the divine fire.
To view the mountain realm and break through the mountain-building realm, you must first ignite your body and wash yourself with the fire of your soul, thereby tempering your body from the outside in to the point where heaven and earth are in harmony. Only then can you build a mountain realm.
Every process is full of dangers, and even one careless step will destroy you.
There is never a smooth road on the road of cultivation. It is all about fighting against God, just to win a chance for oneself.
"ah……"
Some people screamed, barely able to bear the pressure from the mountain climbing road, and their souls were shaking.
There are ninety-nine and eighty-one floors, and the steps look extremely ordinary. They lie between the mountains of white mist and clouds, and you can even vaguely distinguish the moss on them. But only by setting foot can you feel the oppression.
Dao Tu carried a black sword on his back. With a broad body, he gradually broke through the fifty-nine steps and reached the sixtieth step. He was dressed in green clothes, soaked with sweat, and his legs were trembling, but he was not sure about the road ahead. , the eyes are still extremely fanatical.
Above fifty floors is a hurdle. Because there are more than twenty people, many of whom are hovering on the fifty-plus floor, they cannot quickly break through the sixty-floor mark.
Even though it was already their third day on this mountaineering road, there were still very few people who had broken through the sixtieth floor.
Dao Tu let out a sigh of relief and looked back at the steps he had walked. There was no trace at all.
The mountain climbing road is still filled with white fog, which is so thick that you can't even see your fingers.
"snort!"
With a slight snort, Ting Yixiao also appeared on the 60th floor. He was a little unhappy that Dao Tu came from behind, but he couldn't prove much on this mountaineering road.
"What, are you tired?" Ting Yixiao looked contemptuous. Even after taking a look, he stopped looking at Dao Tu, as if he didn't care.
Dao Tu did not speak, his body still stood proudly, even if he was sweating, he did not want to be implicated in the evil deeds.
"Does this make you proud?" Ting Yi smiled, his signature move, the smile was sinister and abrupt.
"Proud? Not that much." Dao Tu looked at him indifferently, without any disturbance in his heart.
"Isn't that true?" Ting smiled and stepped out, obviously still having some energy left, and at the same time, he wanted to prove that he was stronger than Dao Tu.
He stepped on the sixty-first floor, which was very sudden. Ting Yixiao's smile suddenly froze because he felt unprecedented pressure.
Pay attention to Yu Wanjun.
Caught off guard, Ting Yixiao vomited out a mouthful of blood, swaying and almost losing his balance.
The tall body, on the not-so-wide bluestone steps, seemed to be facing a big mountain, a little small. Ting Yixiao is an outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Demon Sect, and is even known as the Little Demon Lord.
But such a person still suffered a big loss on the bluestone steps.
Is the watershed between the tenth and first levels so obvious? Dao Tu's eyes were solemn, and he was not in a hurry to take that step. He was still watching, hoping to find clues from Ting Yixiao's performance.
However, he was disappointed.
After Ting Yixiao spit out a mouthful of blood, his complexion quickly returned to normal. Even because of this mouthful of blood, his whole person seemed to suddenly feel much lighter, and his aura even changed slightly.
This is? Dao Tu was puzzled.
Soon, the sixtieth floor gradually became lively.
The disciples who can stand out from the five sects are still not mediocre. All of them can be said to be outstanding disciples. Even if their cultivation is temporarily strong or weak, their qualifications are all extraordinary.
It was no surprise to reach the 60th floor.
"Senior brother, how are you?" A disciple of Gu Daolou asked, hoping that his senior brother could give him some experience, but he was disappointed.
The knife slaughter did not yield anything.
"Yang Ning, I didn't expect that your swordsmanship has reached this level in the past few years." Yang Pi praised. Suddenly he remembered that when the three of them traveled through the Qingsong Mountains to find the inner elixir of the bird for Yang Ning, at that time, he had already unleashed his sword energy. However, after a few years, Yang Ning actually relied on his swordsmanship to compete with himself. They are almost equal, which is enough to show their talent in swordsmanship.
Yang Ning smiled slightly. It was difficult to explain clearly his own situation, especially the Tiandao Sect. It was even more impossible for Yang Pi to participate, because this was a road that was almost life-or-death.
Yang Ning believed that as long as he said it, Yang Pi would definitely not refuse, but Yang Ning would not be selfish and let Yang Pi bear more.
"Brother Pi Zi, the blade is gradually becoming stronger. If this continues, the future will be bright." Yang Ning praised Yang Pi's talent for the first time.
Yang Ning was very familiar with Yang Pi. Because of his own blood feud, Yang Pi had been blinded by hatred since he was a child. It was precisely because of this hatred that Yang Pi set foot on the path of swords, but he did not expect that Yang Pi would actually be on this path. , achieved something.
"You and I, brothers, will definitely be able to set foot on the top of the mountain in this life." Since the demise of the Qushan tribe, Yang Pi's heart has become a little more heroic because of the reduction of hatred.
"Yes, step on the top of the mountain and overlook the world." Yang Ning agreed, but he had other things in mind.
A few years ago, I had said the same thing to Split Sky, but I didn't expect that I would end up like this because of my mistrust of those sanctimonious gentlemen.
I don’t know how Split Sky is doing now? A faint thought arose in Yang Ning's heart.
"Yang Ning?" Yang Pi held his hand in front of Yang Ning's eyes, and when he saw Yang Ning was lost in thought, he reminded Yang Ning.
After all, there is a lot of pressure on the mountaineering journey. If you are not careful, you may not only be in danger of going crazy, but may even die.
Yang Ning came back to her senses, saw Yang Pi's worried face, smiled, and said: "Brother Pi Zi, it's okay, let's continue."
In the white mist here, it seems that there is no distinction between day and night, and it can only be distinguished by the insignificant change in the sky color.
Even at night, it might not be that dark because of the thick white fog.
More than twenty figures are still on the mountain climbing road, struggling, facing layers of pressure, and moving forward with difficulty.
The bluestone steps are still the same, covered with moss, without any change, stretching between the green mountains and white mist, leading straight to the end of the white mist.
Ting Yixiao was still in the lead alone, but behind him, Dao Tu was chasing after him.
More than 20 people have arrived above the seventieth floor. Yang Ning and Yang Pi are still behind them, taking their time, as if the ranking of this so-called mountain climbing road is not important to the two of them.
The mountaineering path is a path for mental training, which is of great use to those who practice the Mountain Viewing Realm. However, the mountaineering path at Kirigakuremon also has another function, that is, it can test the extent of a person's talent.
The strength of this talent is judged by the length of time it takes to climb the mountain.
This was also the reason why Ting Yixiao was so aggressive towards Dao Tu on the sixtieth floor.
Ting Yixiao wanted to be strong and wouldn't allow even a small lead. That's when he exchanged irritating words with Dao Tu, but Dao Tu didn't seem to care, which made Ting Yixiao feel like he had punched cotton.
Therefore, Ting Yixiao took the lead in the rest of the journey, leaving only a back figure for everyone, and there was no reason why he was slaughtered with a knife.
An invisible pressure, which only he could feel, spread throughout the entire hiking trail, making it silent.
"Pfft..." Someone was bleeding.
"Brother Feiyang..." Feng Xing'er's beauty turned pale, and she hurriedly helped Feng Feiyang, who fell on the steps, but due to the increasing pressure, Feng Feiyang began to feel weak.
Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er have been together since childhood, so they can be said to have a spiritual connection. It is for this reason that Feng Feiyang shouldered part of the pressure from Feng Xing'er, causing Feng Feiyang to be injured.
"Haha, Beixuan Sword Sect, they are all trash as expected." A disciple of Mo Sect laughed, he was one level higher than Feng Feiyang, and seeing Feng Feiyang bleeding, he would not let go of such an opportunity.
"Junior Brother Feng..." Liufeng looked anxious.
"It's okay, don't worry." Feng Feiyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his figure was trembling a little, and with Feng Xing'er's support, he was still a little weak.
Feng Feiyang was an elegant person. Although he didn't care about his own reputation, he seemed to have a great sense of belonging to the Beixuan Sword Sect, and he responded fiercely to the ridicule of the Demon Sect disciples.
"I don't have any ability." Feng Feiyang suddenly changed his voice and said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because of this that I am not qualified to participate in the five factions competition."
"What?" The Demon Sect disciple's face suddenly turned red as if he had eaten shit.
Disciples who can participate in the five-sect competition are naturally extraordinary, so when Feng Feiyang said that he was not a candidate to participate in the five-sect competition, the Demon Sect disciple knew that he had been tricked, and there was nothing wrong with it. Be on guard.
No, this is not because I was tricked, it is completely because I brought it upon myself.
A complete, naked slap in the face.
Very loud.
He is only one level higher than him, and the other party is not a candidate to participate in the five-sect competition. Doesn't that mean that he is inferior to the other party?
On the first step ahead, perhaps because the atmosphere of the slap in the face was too tense, Qiubielan turned back.
"Zhou Cang, since he is not a disciple participating in the Five Sects Competition, others will definitely be more powerful than him. Don't limit your eyes and look at the big picture." Qiubielan's voice is very nice, like a silver bell. Generally speaking, but inside and outside the words, it is like a thorn, making people unable to get close to him, but because of his unique temptation, people want to refuse to welcome him.
It’s a rose with thorns, even more so.
After Qiubielan finished speaking, her eyes seemed to be pointing to everything inadvertently.
"Humph." Feng Feiyang snorted coldly, naturally understanding what Qiubielan meant. The only person left behind in Jian Zong at this moment was Yang Ning, and from the beginning to the end, Yang Ning seemed to have no intention of competing on this mountaineering road. Even Feng Feiyang was very puzzled.
Feng Feiyang knew Yang Ning's strength, and his talent in swordsmanship was even greater than his own. There was no way he could only achieve such results. However, Yang Ning had not moved forward at the moment. Even Deng Fei's presence was unclear.
"Yang Ning, what are you thinking about?" Deng Fei asked himself in a low voice, while giving the beauty in his body a comforting look.
