"Okay, very good...but..." Mu Nan looked at the man enviously and muttered.
Frankly speaking, he was moved for a moment.
Both the white tiger and the golden crow are rare enough that they may not be seen in the world for a long time.
They are all legends.
But there are such techniques on the ninth floor, who knows what will be on the next floor?
The man smiled and continued playing with his rake.
"You have to think about it carefully. With this kind of skill, when anyone fights with you, it means that they are fighting against one person and one beast at the same time. Of course, there is no need to mention the outcome. Moreover, this kind of skill will change with your level. As the power increases, the monsters that descend become more and more powerful! It is definitely a rare and peerless skill."
Mu Nan scratched his hair.
The technique of Wanling Shenjing is quite different from the original form of Fairy Shuyun.
After the master transformed, he only appeared as the nine-tailed fox, and he also used the power of the nine-tailed fox.
The God of All Spirits can summon all kinds of big monsters and giant monsters. Like men, when they reach the stage of transcending tribulation, they are all out-of-print monsters.
It can simply be called a magical skill.
But...will there be hundreds of thousands of spiritual gods descending from the next level?
Heavenly soldiers and generals?
Who can guarantee not?
Seeing that he still had doubts, the man filled his head with anger: "If you don't pass the next few levels, you'll miss out on this skill!"
Mu Nan bit his lower lip.
Maybe I passed?
They are all illusions, and it is still too early for the danger to be closed.
He has already reached the ninth floor. If he doesn't go down, even if he receives the descend of all spirits, he seems to be unable to overcome that hurdle in his heart.
After finding out the secret of the dangerous situation on September 1st and giving up halfway, you still have to have obsessions at all times in the future?
"Senior, I still want to see the scenery on the tenth floor."
The man looked extremely regretful and said, "Just don't regret it."
After that, with a wave of his hand, the well in the courtyard turned into a teleportation circle to the tenth floor.
"Thank you, senior!"
Mu Nan bowed to the man, then turned to the civet cat and continued to salute.
If the civet cat can be by the side of the giant monster in the fantasy world, it is definitely not an ordinary house cat.
People do not blame.
Turn around and step into the circle.
Ten levels without demons.
There are only mountains that are almost invisible. There are countless steps on the top of the mountain, paved with bluestones.
There was a faint light at the end of the steps, extremely dazzling, it must be the portal to the eleventh floor.
If you count it based on the light source alone, it doesn't seem that far away.
But just looking at the rolling mountains, you know that it is definitely in line with the saying that looking at the mountains is exhausting.
If it was just a long distance, it wouldn't be surprising.
You can easily achieve this by flying, running, or using ground escape.
However, as soon as he stepped onto the tenth floor, he felt that all his spiritual energy was instantly restrained, and he could not mobilize any of it.
In other words, he could either sit on the steps bored and wait for the danger to close.
Or, with a mortal body, there are countless steps.
Feeling depressed.
But how could he stop here if he missed the technique of All Souls Divine Resurrection?
"Pet him!"
Mu Nan raised his leg...
The journey was easy at the beginning.
He has many years of experience climbing the ladder to the heavenly prison, and the physique of a monk is different from that of ordinary people.
I don’t feel tired at all.
"Pet him!"
Every time he climbs a mountain, he will leave behind his heroic words.
The road is at your feet, why fear difficulties and obstacles?
Doesn't it have to be easy to conquer the demon?
But as his physical strength was exhausted, he gradually became difficult to walk and panted.
"He He!"
A few more peaks ahead, his legs began to tremble and he shivered.
His voice was hoarse, and it seemed that speaking a single word would consume a lot of energy.
I can only sigh in my heart: "I'm stuck."
Looking back on the road we have traveled, we are already halfway there.
Never give up.
Keep going with confidence.
Gradually, his face began to turn as pale as earth, and his trembling was like chaff. He only wished that his parents had lost two legs.
After walking more than half the distance, he "returned to his original nature" and made full use of Taishan's "hands and feet" climbing posture.
Then go downhill with your butt on the ground, flat on the sand and falling into the wild goose pose.
The final journey was even more difficult.
He has lost all sense of time.
I don’t even know if it’s been one day or ten days.
After all, there is no alternation of day and night in dangerous situations.
He even lost consciousness.
Just like a dying "walking zombie", he suddenly moved forward and staggered.
Everything comes from instinct.
Extremely tired, he fell asleep on the floor. When you wake up, you continue to crawl, and when you crawl, you continue to sleep.
Almost every step he took was like a heavy hammer hitting his calves.
Stumble, roll down, get up, climb over a mountain, roll down.
Every inch of skin was stained with blood, staining the steps.
What goes around comes around.
Finally, he lost consciousness.
He didn't know what he was still climbing on.
What is the purpose of crawling over?
Wait until he subconsciously rolls to the end of the steps.
He raised his consciousness in front of the light and shadow, trembling his lips, and crawled hard.
Three feet apart, he fell asleep twice more.
Only then did he finally roll into the teleportation circle.
The scene in front of me changed.
Eleventh floor!
Before he could rest for a moment and gasp to regain his spiritual power, it was as if his soul was leaving his body and rising into the sky involuntarily.
Look at the scene below you from a god's perspective.
It was a dilapidated road filled with loess.
A mother held her infant child in her arms and buried her head.
Stumbling among the crowd, we headed north.
Seems to be on the run.
The child's mouth was open, but there was no cry.
Come to think of it, I have long since lost the energy to cry.
But the mother could no longer squeeze out a drop of milk, or even a mouthful of saliva.
Chapped lips, covered with blood stains and dead skin.
"Good Samaritan, please do me a favor. Can you take the child? I don't want any money, just give him a bite to eat."
Mother can't walk anymore.
Sitting huddled under a dead tree, she stretched out her hands with difficulty, begging for refugees like her passing by.
The refugees seemed like soulless puppets with dull expressions.
Regardless.
Passing by her, never stopping.
The child may have been tired and fell asleep in a daze.
Mother covered her eyes with a rag to block the dust.
I mustered up my courage again and followed the flow of people to the north.
Refugees said there was free porridge.
I don’t know how long it took, but they finally arrived at a city called Yanzhou.
The refugees, who had long been like walking zombies, once again injected themselves with chicken blood.
The pace quickened.
I squeezed my mother to the city gate.
Yanzhou is indeed serving porridge.
The bottom of the porridge was clearly visible, but there was not a grain of rice in it. Even so, I could only get half a bowl.
Groups of refugees have starved to death.
Outside the city, the soldiers who buried the corpses were fat and big-headed, but they complained that they were tired.
Mother was lucky and received the soup.
But she was reluctant to swallow it and gave half of the bowl of porridge to the child in her arms.
I hugged him and fell asleep in front of a thatch house.
Never woke up again.
It wasn't until night that the child was discovered by an elderly couple piled on patches.
After looking at the infant child, they softened.
Gave him a chance to live.
As poor as ever, he was limited to living.
His childhood was spent without learning, but he did not give up hope.
When I had a little leisure time, I took a wooden stick and wrote and drew on the ground.
Write down the knowledge you overheard in school over and over again.
As the cold and summer come, the elderly couple gradually loses their physical strength.
He almost supported his family's livelihood with his small body.
The endless pigweed was sent to the landlord's house in exchange for half a piece of moldy cake.
Like a miserable world, lived to be twelve years old.
That year, his adoptive parents died one after another.
There was no coffin, no funeral, just the broken straw mat split in two.
and burst into tears.
Without him to rely on, his life became increasingly difficult.
Fortunately, several childhood playmates who were equally miserable encouraged him to go to the distant Izumo City together to look for opportunities to cultivate immortality.
They said that after becoming a fairy queen, if she wanted to eat steamed buns, there would be several steamed buns placed in front of her.
From now on, you will never have to go hungry again.
He was alone and had no worries.
Go with them happily with hope.
In the past two years, there have been no disasters, but the children are often hungry.
He stole bread, touched fish, and was beaten severely, but his faith was firm.
Until one day, they met the wolf demon.
That's a white wolf with great intelligence.
There was only bloodlust in his eyes.
Frantically biting the playmates who encouraged each other.
And him.
It bit into their bodies and sucked away their souls.
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