Yang Ning only felt as if she was experiencing a sea of blade fire.
No, it was more painful than this. It was like the heaven and earth were pressing down, and the body was being torn apart. It was extremely terrifying.
"Ah..." A scream, as if he had gone through eighteen kinds of torture. His handsome face was constantly distorted, with bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth.
"this……"
"Yang Ning..." Yang Pi shouted hurriedly, about to rush forward.
"Don't move." Yang Ning said with difficulty, stopping Yang Pi's impulse.
A force, like a flood, slapped Yang Ning's figure. His green shirt tore, revealing his strong muscles. It was like a wind blade, splitting Yang Ning's body.
Hiss...
The power of heaven and earth like the white mist cannot stop this power and is retreating.
"What on earth has Yang Ning experienced?" Liu Feng said bitterly, looking at Yang Ning and couldn't bear to look at her.
The pores on Yang Ning's body were forced to enlarge, and the power was unstoppable.
All the muscles and bones in the body felt like they were being torn apart, penetrating deep into the bone marrow.
Even everyone staying on the seventy-eighth floor felt the pain.
"This? What kind of power is it?" Even Ruting's arrogant smile was moved at this moment, and his face was pale and frightened.
"This person's foundation is so deep that it can no longer be measured..." The third seed of the Demon Sect spoke bitterly. He didn't want to admit it, but the fact was right in front of him and there was no doubt about it.
"Amitabha, the foundation of donor Yang is beyond our reach." The light of the repairing Buddha shines brightly in the white mist, with golden light shining.
The mountaineering road is good news for mountain viewing, which is why many forces set up this road in front of the mountain gate.
Only for the mountain-viewing realm, it baptizes the cultivator's foundation and allows it to sublimate under extreme oppression. This is a transformation that has immeasurable benefits for the cultivator.
"ah……"
Yang Ning was stained with blood and bathed his body. The burning pain spread throughout his body, even ten times worse than the original body refining liquid.
This was the first time Yang Ning had experienced this since his rebirth.
At the same time, Yang Ning sticks to the sea of consciousness, and his soul is constantly being impacted. Like a mountain torrent and a tsunami, the mountains of the two realms within the sea of consciousness are constantly solidifying and sublimating. Under the extreme oppression, they break out of life and find a bright and smooth road.
boom! boom! boom!
The sound was constantly coming out of Yang Ning's body, vibrating with ripples, forming waves in the white mist, and kept going away.
"Is this the sound of the great road?" Dao Tu was also shocked, noticing the changes in the white mist, his voice was trembling.
According to the legend, only cultivators who can truly reach the peak can cause the resonance of the great avenue. Could it be said that this is true?
Everyone's eyes were wide open, and following Dao Tu's question, they all looked at the white mist around them.
"This is interesting." Although Xiu Ya is a lay disciple of Buddhism, he is also related to Buddhism, but his words are still cold.
"Yes, this will give you motivation." Dao Tu glanced at Xiu Ya, his blade was sharper, and he made a move to step forward.
"Senior brother..." Yang Pi said.
Dao Tu waved his hand, gave Yang Pi a reassuring look, and stepped onto the seventy-ninth floor.
boom……
A force.
The moment Dao Tu stepped on it, he attacked.
"Ding……"
Dao Tu's ink knife fell to the ground, and there was a heavy metal impact.
"ah……"
Dao Tu screamed, his whole body twisted.
"Senior brother..." The other two disciples of Gu Daolou were concerned.
"What on earth have they experienced?" Qiubielan wondered. One person went up and screamed in the blink of an eye, and the two people did the same.
"This is a question from the Great Dao. It is checking their foundation and laying an extremely solid foundation at the same time. It is expected to be able to hit the real mountaineering realm." Xiuyi explained, the treasure is solemn, like the Vajra God Buddha.
"What? Mountaineering?" Qiubielan's charming charm disappeared in an instant.
"Mountain climbing realm? How is it possible?" But the words were still echoing in the side, making Qiu Bielan, a saint of the Demon Sect, almost unable to believe it.
The Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya, and even Liangzhou, had not had a strong mountaineer for many years, and no one remembered to invite him. However, such a legend was heard here. Not to mention Qiubielan, even the other disciples were shocked.
"As long as you can persevere when the great road resonates with you." Xiu Yi clasped his hands together and kept chanting scriptures, as if praying for the two of them.
"I'll go too." Ting Yixiao didn't want to lag behind others, so she stepped forward resolutely.
The difference is only one level, but a world of difference.
"The remaining three floors are like this." Buddhism has a long history, and he is at the forefront of research on mountaineering roads, and knows many unknown legends.
Ting Yixiao was so arrogant that he didn't want to lose to the so-called Yang Ning Dao Tu and his ilk. Black magic energy flowed around him at every turn, and he stepped onto the seventy-ninth bluestone steps.
"Ah..." Ting Yixiao also let out a shocking scream. No one could remain calm under questioning at the peak of the avenue.
"Come on." Xiu Ya was ruthless, with golden Buddha power flowing around his body, and stepped onto the next bluestone step.
For a time, many figures had expectations for such a great question and were eager to try it, hoping that they could get it too.
However, contrary to expectations, not everyone has a solid foundation and received feedback from the same voice.
The mountaineering road was not a place of bloodshed, but because of Yang Ning's sudden rise, more than twenty people were aroused to be warlike.
This is an invisible competition, testing one's personal foundation and how far one can go on the path of cultivation in the future.
clank……
It is like the string song of the Nine Heavens, touching the heart, but also giving people infinite crisis and urging people to move forward.
Yang Ning had been staying here for nearly five days, and finally moved under the first dim light of dawn.
It’s bitter, it’s hard.
The bloody scabs on the body gradually fell off, revealing brand new skin, like jade and stone, with crystal sharp edges, buzzing against the flesh.
"Have you persisted?" Yang Ning was not sure, but the moment he saw the white mist, he suddenly understood.
The great avenues resonate together, which is a kind of feedback from heaven and earth. While receiving baptism, it continuously absorbs power and turns it into a foundation, making its own foundation deeper and more unpredictable.
Yang Ning is confident that even a true mountain-building expert can defeat him with one sword.
This is a kind of confidence, confidence in one's own foundation.
In the past, if Yang Ning wanted to cross the level and challenge, he could only rely on the forbidden power of the mountain beyond the mountain and the extraterrestrial land. But after being baptized by the Tongming of the Great Dao, Yang Ning fully had such power.
This is a sublimation of power, feedback from the avenue.
The miniature Two Worlds Mountain hummed softly, as if it were a spirit, jumping for joy within the sea of consciousness.
This is a subconscious joy with unpredictable power.
The nine-layer mountain has distinct layers. Perhaps the upper three floors are a bit monotonous because there are no strange objects, but because of the sword above, they are even more unfathomable.
Like the vast sea, like the vast ocean, and even more like the deep starry sky, it is impossible to fathom.
The foundation is cast deep, and the divine fire can finally be ignited.
Yang Ning's face showed a lightness that he had never seen before.
"This is the true Taoism." Yang Ning sighed. At this moment, compared with his previous life, he was completely dwarfed.
Tiandaozong, just wait, I will definitely make you miserable in this life, this is Yang Ning's inner roar.
On the road again, there were only two bluestone steps left, but Yang Ning was very relaxed and took it calmly. He even felt a little eager for the benefits of the 79th floor.
"Don't let me down." Yang Ning said with admiration and started to stand up.
The wind blows, full of vitality, and the white mist contains the essence of life, the need of all things.
The spring season is a time when everything revives. You can vaguely see the scenery on the top of the mountain through the white mist.
A layer of haze casts a veil over the Kirigakure Gate.
This seems to be the work of the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, which only adds a bit of mystery, making the Kirigakure Gate invisible.
The eightieth floor is a watershed and the most critical level.
Because as long as you pass this step, you can get the true appearance of the target. It may be a little unclear due to the white mist, but it has an innate advantage compared to the bluestone steps below.
sough……
The wind does not stop, bringing vitality to the earth. The spring sunshine brings warmth to some extent. Even the mist-filled Wuyin Mountain will bring some spring color and greenery.
"Brother Pizi, I think I can go up the mountain in a few days. I'd better wait for him at the end of the mountaineering road." Yang Zhen learned from the disciples that on the mountaineering road, the disciples of the other four sects had been climbing for many days and began to head towards the mountain. Go.
"Wife Ningyi, do you want to go?" Yang Zhen sounded rather naughty and rogue, and his eyes were full of beauty, with a hint of holiness more or less.
"Yang Zhen, can you please not call me Ning Yi..." The word "po" is too embarrassing to speak, and it doesn't match the holy aura.
"No, you are my wife. If you don't want to be called, who will be called?" Yang Zhen was very domineering. He held up his jade hand with an expression of unwillingness to separate. He actually ignored Qin Ningyi's expression and walked forward alone and in front of the public. Go.
Qin Ningyi was very helpless and struggled symbolically, but to no avail, so she could only let it go.
Because on the second day after leaving the forbidden area, Yang Zhen went to beg for mercy from his master in person and betrothed himself to him. For such a scoundrel, Qin Ningyi had nothing to say.
Qin Ningyi wanted to ask Yang Zhen more than once, if he wanted to be shameless? But if you think about Yang Zhen's temperament, you will probably tell yourself that face is worth a lot of money, and your wife is no longer yours, so why do you need face?
Qin Ningyi had no doubt that Yang Zhen could definitely say this.
But every time he was in his arms, Qin Ningyi always felt generous and warm, making Qin Ningyi feel very safe.
So unknowingly, the matter had to be left alone.
On the front mountain, because there is an extra flying boat, it has attracted the speculation of many disciples of the Kirigakure Sect. However, the direction of the main hall seems to have fallen into silence. No one knows what is going on. Only the occasional fluctuations make the fog The disciples of Yinmen were guessing.
"Eh? Isn't that Junior Brother Yang Zhen?"
"Still holding Senior Sister Ningyi's hand?"
"I...I want to duel with you..." Some disciples saw Yang Zhen's swaggering behavior and were very angry. However, they did not have the confidence to say this because Yang Zhen's physical condition made them timid.
He was a ruthless character who had just climbed up the mountain and was looking for people to challenge him all over the mountain. He was very famous.
"My senior sister Ningyi..." She shed tears in pain and covered her face with tears. However, she had no choice but to watch the beautiful and holy senior sister fall into the clutches of the devil.
Yang Zhen seemed to feel the commotion among his disciples, and actually whistled, very loudly.
"I……"
"ah……"
It caused a cry from the bottom of my heart, but I could only wait and see, unable to take action.
Because of the Fangtian Painted Halberd, no one dared to try it casually, and because of its overbearing power, no one wanted to try it a second time.
In the face of a group of angry eyes, Yang Zhen remained calm and composed, as if he was not aware at all that he had become a public enemy of his disciples. He still acted like a gangster, and even said hello to the person with a distorted face without realizing it.
"Ah, Junior Brother Zhu, why is your face deformed? This is not conducive to cultivation..."
"Junior Brother Gou, it's not good for you to go out on the street with an expression like this. It will affect the image of our sect..."
"My dog brother, my surname is Gou. I'm not a dog..." Of course, the fierce power of Fang Tian's painted halberd could only be shouted from the bottom of his heart but could not be expressed.
…
In the midst of the excitement, Yang Zhen took Qin Ningyi's hand, opened the way and gradually walked away.
