At the eightieth step, the bluestone steps are still there, and there are a few lines of shallow footprints on the moss.
The white mist gradually faded a bit, and the mountain gate of Kirigakure Gate was vaguely visible standing in front of it.
Wuyinmen, as the largest force in Liuyun Kingdom, is extraordinary and has a different meaning, which is unmatched by Beixuan Sword Sect.
Looking at it vaguely, it looks majestic, like a lying lion that can wake up at any time, making people feel its unique status in an instant.
Yang Ning raised his head slightly and did not feel the pressure from the mountain climbing path.
"Something strange." Yang Ning murmured to himself. The difference of one level is huge.
Compared with the 79th level, this place seemed too ordinary, which made Yang Ning unable to adapt.
After all, Yang Ning truly received the benefits on the 79th floor. Could it be that the 80th floor was a buffer?
Yang Ning looked around.
Just as Yang Ning turned sideways, Yang Ning made a surprising discovery.
This is? one person? what happened?
Yang Ning couldn't feel anyone beside him at all. Although the white mist was still very thick, it was much better than the bluestone steps below. However, this person gave Yang Ning a feeling of nothingness.
"Is this real?" Yang Ning couldn't believe it. A figure was like a dead wood, without any sense of life.
Is this a dead person? Yang Ning guessed, but it was full of confusion, because people who can climb to the 80th floor are basically geniuses, and looking at this person, in addition to Qi, there are two other things in his spirit, and there is even a kind of Dragon shape and tiger leaping momentum.
But why does it look like death?
Is this what’s special about the eightieth floor?
There was a line of shallow marks on the moss under the man's feet. His boots were smooth and not covered with any dust. His clothes were neat and tidy, and there was a faint trace of energy flowing through them.
There was only one face, covered by long hair and unable to be explored.
Without any power, it is still calm and surprisingly quiet, as if it is completely isolated from other steps.
Who is this person? Could he be a disciple of the Wuyin Sect? But why would the disciples of the Kirigakure Sect climb the mountain here at the moment of the competition between the five sects?
Just when Yang Ning was confused, a faint force attacked Yang Ning.
Like a mighty force, irresistible.
"Visual phenomena and supernatural powers?" Yang Ning understood why this man was standing still here, so that was it.
Using great power to inspire visions and sublimate them in silence is a method of cultivating visions.
No wonder this person seems to be in annihilation, without breath.
Yang Ning instantly opened up his sea of consciousness and unfolded his own vision in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
The sun and the moon shine together, and the two rays of light reflect each other, blending in the white mist, like the mist of steaming clouds, emitting a stunning glow, which is touching.
Buzzing…
Roaring, surging, combining with great power, constantly baptizing.
What kind of power is this? So magical. Even in two lifetimes, Yang Ning encountered such a situation for the first time.
Yang Ning felt that his sea of consciousness was becoming more and more vast under the constant baptism of visions.
A small stream gradually turned into a river. This gradual feeling made Yang Ning feel as if he was bathing in holy light. It was extremely clear, and even his energy and spirit were jumping and sublimating.
"Haha..." Yang Ning laughed from the bottom of her heart. This was a unique improvement, baptizing her own foundation.
"So comfortable..." Yang Ning laughed wildly like a demon, and the sound echoed on the bluestone steps.
There is another important reason why mountain climbing is a necessary mental training path for many forces, and that is that the power targeted is different according to the physique and foundation of different disciples.
The sun and the moon shine together, which is a vision that belongs to the top class. Therefore, there was no silence like the person next to him.
The holy light shines down, and the sunlight is gentle, giving people a warm atmosphere. The moonlight is bright, like a bright moon in the sky, replenishing people's yin energy.
Yang Ning stood alone among them, like a god or an immortal, dressed in a green shirt, dancing with the wind, with an air of being unique in the world, bathed in holy light, refreshing.
This is the baptism of the spirit and soul, sublimation to the extreme.
In the sea of consciousness, clouds and thunder burst out like a vast ocean, endlessly powerful.
The surroundings of the miniature Two Realms Mountain are steaming with spiritual clouds. Ling Tian Jue operates independently and continuously transforms, continuously blessing the Two Realms Mountain, which is only the size of a fist.
After being oppressed by the steps below eighty floors, Yang Ning's foundation was as solid as reality. This time, it was finally filled in the vision.
Yang Ning's mind gradually stabilized and she began to accept the benefits of baptism.
On the seventy-ninth floor, the remaining people also felt the changes on the upper floor and kept looking around. However, they were soon brought back to reality by the oppressive force on the bluestone steps.
"Ah..." Ting smiled unconvinced and kept shouting, consolidating his own foundation and not letting himself fall too far behind.
As the little demon lord of the Demon Sect, Ting Yixiao had an extraordinary foundation. The majestic power of oppression was like an overwhelming force, making Ting Yixiao unable to calm down. He endured the huge impact, and Ting Yixiao continued to struggle.
He wanted to break free from the shackles of the 79th floor, but every time he raised his feet, he would be hit by a more violent impact.
"Don't be hasty." Yang Pi kept reminding himself, the sword's intention was soaring to the sky, and under his green clothes, he looked like the Nine Heavens Killing God, filled with strong evil aura.
"Stick to your true heart, condense and sublimate..." Yang Pi's heart is like a stone, constantly stabilizing himself under the impact.
Time always passes quickly for cultivators. Before you know it, another day has passed, and Yang Zhen has been waiting for nearly a day.
The disciples of the Wuyin Sect also continued to gather here following the figures of Yang Zhen and Qin Ningyi.
The attractiveness of beauties is extraordinary. Coupled with the five-sect competition that takes place every five years, this is also a moment for the disciples of the Kirigakure Sect to witness the strength of outstanding disciples from other factions, so there is naturally a lot of excitement to watch.
"Junior Brother Yang Zhen..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Zhen and said: "I am Ningyi's husband now. According to the rules here, you should call me senior brother." Yang Zhen said it matter of course and even looked at the disciple with disdain. .
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhen felt like a mosquito bite on his waist.
"Ah..." Yang Zhen's cry was very exaggerated, and he turned around and looked sideways: "Wife Ningyi, can we not greet you here?" Yang Zhen pointed to his waist, feeling that his waist needs more training in the future. , otherwise in the future days...
"Hey, now that I have a wife, it seems that I will have to cultivate my physical body more in the future..." Yang Zhen sighed. However, no matter how you look at it, it has a bit of a noisy charm.
Countless disciples shouted in their hearts, if they don’t want it, they should quickly let it go. What if my uncle falls in love with me?
But I can only think about it in my heart, who is Yang Zhen? He is Canglan Tyrant Body, how can it be compared to ordinary practitioners.
But looking at Yang Zhen's arrogant look, countless disciples were gnashing their teeth, but they didn't dare to show it at all.
If you want to show off, you also have to think about how many moves you can take from that Fangtian painted halberd. This is a problem.
That disciple felt as if he had eaten shit and had his status lowered by Yang Zhen for no reason. It was conceivable.
But soon, I had to compromise. As the saying goes, strength leads to power. Who can let others be strong? There is no way...
"Master Yang Zhen...Senior Brother..." As if stuck, he said with reluctance: "What do you think of the disciples of the other four sects?"
Even Yang Zhen, who had an outstanding physique, was more and more shocked when he looked down.
Below the eightieth floor, everyone gathered on the seventy-ninth floor. This kind of time and such a foundation are enough to explain the problem.
But what Yang Zhen said next shocked everyone.
"What's this? Suppress it with a halberd." He was full of heroism, as if he had forgotten the pain in his waist just now, and returned to his carefree temperament.
But think about it, this Yang Zhen's painted halberd is really overwhelming the younger generation of Kirigakure Sect and can't breathe. Except for the mysterious senior brother who has never appeared, the entire Kirigakure Sect is simply Yang Zhen The world.
One sect, two heroes, this is the pride of the direct line of the headmaster, and also the pride of the Kirigakure sect.
"Can you be more reserved?" Qin Ningyi couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped away the hand holding her little hand, her little mouth pouting with a look of disgust.
"Yes, yes, my wife is right." Yang Zhen hurriedly apologized, turned around and said, "What happened just now does not count. It should be said that these people are very good and may need my two halberds to suppress them."
"Holy shit..."
…
A series of black lines appeared on the foreheads of everyone watching.
Is this being reserved? Can you still be a little more arrogant?
"Hey, a flower... stuck in the cow..."
"you!"
"It's you, stop looking."
"Come forward." Yang Zhen pointed at a disciple in the crowd, provocatively.
"What did you just say?" Yang Zhen took out his ears and said, "I didn't hear it clearly. Can you say it again?"
"me……"
"What am I, tell me quickly, otherwise... humph..." Yang Zhen sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"I say, senior brother and senior sister are a perfect match. They love each other..." The disciple had tears in his eyes, "I...I..."
The disciple kept saying "I" for a long time, and finally almost collapsed and said: "I can't stand it anymore..." He covered his face and ran away.
God knows how many unintentional words I just said.
"Oh my god, let it be a lightning strike to kill me..." the disciple's inner monologue, but there was no thunder, no lightning, and the sky was still blue and the sun was bright and windy.
boom……
There was a sound, like blue thunder exploding.
Could it be said that God felt my prayer? The disciple suddenly fell to his knees in the crowd. Just when he was about to shout to God to open his eyes, he found that the sky was still blue and the white clouds were still floating...
"Wrong? Is it wrong..."
It was indeed wrong, because that long-lasting roar did not come from the sky at all, but came from the bluestone steps, that is, on the mountaineering path.
"Haha..." Ting Yixiao finally broke through his own limits, sublimated himself through condensation, and reached the eightieth floor.
Immediately afterwards, Ting Yixiao seemed to break some kind of curse, and the remaining people completed their self-condensation and embarked on the steps to the next level.
However, the moment they climbed to the 80th floor, everyone found it difficult to adapt and felt that they were in an unreal world.
Has the pressure disappeared?
Soon, these people came to their senses, and one after another they supported their own visions and sublimated them to the extreme.
The climbing road has finally come to an end, because the end is far away.
