The person who was shouting that he was tired as a dog was naturally Aoki.
The clear light accumulated and enveloped the body. Like a huge mountain crushing it, making it bend down.
The brilliance was so thick that it wasn't just Aoki alone. The same is true for the demonic clone and Chu Yi.
But Chu Yi seemed not to have heard of it and didn't take it seriously. The steps are still light. This made Aoki feel depressed.
They are in the same realm, they are both on the first step. But the difference is so huge.
In these Immortal Pavilions, the depth of realm is equal to the strength of opportunity. Only the higher the cultivation level, the higher the level of supernatural powers and immortal arts obtained. If your cultivation level is not high, everything is empty talk.
Since the fifty-fifth year of Zhuxian Pavilion, he has been a spiritual material. Since setting foot on the fifty-eighth floor, all I have seen are high-level spiritual beings.
But these are just external things after all. And it's not very rare. Even if it is placed outside, it is still valuable.
After the sixtieth level, the lower five levels are spiritual materials, and the upper level is Taoism. If Aoki cannot set foot on the 65th floor, he can only choose a slightly valuable spiritual material.
But for Qingmu, this trip to the Immortal Pavilion was in vain.
The demonic clone did not feel any pressure. Behind him, the broken sword kept flashing with light.
There is a constant flow of ink-colored energy, surging out from the sword and seeping into the thick layer of brilliance in the demonic clone.
Although it has been thick for a long time, it covers the whole body. Under the light, you can barely see his face, and you can't see the magic sword. But these are just the surface.
In the inner layer, a steady stream of black air seeped in, dispersing the bottom of the halo, making it no longer solemn. It's like a boulder whose inner layer has been emptied, leaving only an empty shell.
It's just that the empty shell naturally doesn't have much sinking power.
Aoki stretched out his hand and beat his waist, panting and glanced at the demonic clone, then quickly looked away. Finally it fell on the girl.
Aoki is not surprised that the demonic clone walks here like a leisurely stroll.
After all, in Aoki's mind, his master is the most powerful existence in the world today. Those who can compete with it can even count the hands missing three fingers.
With such an existence, how can these Immortal Pavilions stop him in the slightest?
But Chu Yi is not, he is a person with the same cultivation level and the same level as him.
Aoki's shout naturally caused the demonic clone and Chu Yi to turn around.
Chu Yi blinked her eyes, slowly lowering her head to raising her head, her eyes gradually moved from Qingmu's feet to her body, and then to her forehead, watching the beads of sweat dripping down. He said doubtfully: "Grandpa Aoki, are you tired?"
Aoki nodded and said with a sad face: "I'm tired, I'm exhausted. Young Master, these halos are shining on me. Don't you feel the pressure?"
At this moment, Aoki also knew that it was because of these halos that it was difficult for him to move and it was very difficult. I'm afraid that after a few more floors, I'll run out of energy. They can only return in vain.
"Tired? I don't think so." Chu Yi smiled and said, "Also, tiredness has something to do with these lights? I think these lights are very nice and beautiful. When they fall on me, I feel like a fairy. "
"..." Qingmu was stunned when he heard this and was speechless.
"I think Grandpa Aoki is getting old. So, he should move his body more on weekdays. Just like Uncle Gou in my tribe, he is seventy years old, he still goes out to fight as a soldier, and he comes back with military exploits. He is so majestic. ! He even married a wife who is fifty years younger than him."
"Uncle Gou is now seventy-eight years old and has four babies."
"..." Aoki was stunned again and again.
"Look at my grandpa." Chu Yi pointed to the demonic clone beside him, and then said again: "They are both white-haired, but the difference is so big. My grandpa is still strong and strong."
"Look at my grandpa. Although he is not a child-like face, he is still very handsome. He is always strong and vigorous. If I marry Uncle Gou's daughter-in-law to my grandpa,
, let alone four, even ten, I think. "
"...."
This time it was the demonic clone's turn to be stunned.
Aoki's face was dark, as if shrouded in a thick layer of night, and in his heart were thousands of cows and horses galloping.
His young master looks young and sensible, but he doesn't know if he is slow or innocent, or if he is dark and full of small thoughts.
Anyway, every time I speak, I mean to add to my heart. It makes people feel speechless.
The demonic clone coughed and said, "That's not what Old Dang Yizhuang is for. Let's go."
"Aoki, if you can't bear it, you can stay here, or go out and wait for us to return." The demonic clone thought for a while and spoke again.
Master Jian has already said that Qingmu’s foundation is unstable. It is extremely difficult to enter the sixtieth floor. Even if he was lucky enough to enter the sixtieth floor, he would not be able to move at all due to the overlapping pressure.
Even if he is assisted by Master Jian, it is unknown whether he can enter the eightieth level. After all, Master Jian is no longer at his peak strength. Even if you are at the peak, you may not reach ninety.
For him, he possesses several extraordinary magical powers. Especially the Jiutian Xuan Gong, which is unique throughout the ages. It's hard to find one in the world that can compare.
So, this trip to the Immortal Pavilions. Except for the most powerful magical power in all the worlds that Master Jian said, the rest were dispensable to him.
Aoki may have returned without success, so why not him. After all, the realm is still too low, and it has not even entered the second step.
If it weren't for the help of the sword spirit, although he could not move at this moment, he would still be like a green tree.
No matter how strong his Tao realm is, it is still limited. If you don't get together, you won't be your opponent in the second step.
Aoki's face changed slightly after hearing this. He quickly used up his strength to straighten his body. He said: "Master, don't worry, Xiaoqing is your slave, how can he be troubled by this mere sixty floors?"
He didn't want to give up because he knew that his master's four slaves, Yao Shuang and Zhen Buer, would not come here without the help of existences such as the Sword Spirit and their quota in the inner realm.
But there is another Xiao Yan!
Xiao Yan is a core disciple of the Ancient Immortal Sect and has a quota in the inner realm. Even if we have not entered the inner territory at this moment, we will arrive sooner or later.
And his target is naturally here, the Immortal Pavilion.
Qingmu regards Xiao Yan as his biggest enemy for favor, how could he want to be compared to Xiao Yan?
This is not only about this magic power, but also about the master's favor.
In his opinion, no matter how powerful the skill is. His master may not have any comparable skills.
As long as you try your best, you will fail. He will also be truly recognized by his master and consider him a qualified slave. So, how could we not have top-notch Taoist and magical powers?
"Master, please believe Xiao Qing!" Qingmu looked extremely serious, looked at the other person with his eyes, and spoke loudly.
The demonic clone's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "Do what you can."
This glow is a majestic presence in the Immortal Pavilion. If it is stacked up, if you hold on, you will probably encounter a strong backlash.
Aoki nodded, gritted his teeth, gathered all his strength, and walked forward.
In an instant, his face turned red and was covered with veins. In a few steps, he passed the two demonic clones and walked up the stairs.
The demonic clone slowed down and walked upward step by step, always keeping a few steps away from Aoki.
Half an hour later, we finally reached the sixtieth floor.
But when he reached the sixtieth floor, Aoki suddenly groaned and gasped for blood. The blood splashed and dyed his clothes red, and also spilled on the ground.
The blood splattered on the ground had just touched the ground. It was evaporated to dryness by the thick mist of running water, turned into blood mist and was swallowed up again.
At this moment, a soft cry sounded not far away.
All the way up the stairs, on the sixtieth floor, I finally met the monk.
The demonic clone heard this sound and turned around to look.
A hundred meters away, there were three figures.
These three figures were all shrouded in thick light. Can't see its shape clearly. But when he heard the chuckle, he knew it was a woman.
"As a second-step cultivator, even though I just took a first look at the first step, when I reached the sixtieth floor, I was severely injured by the pressure and vomited blood. He was the first person I saw on this trip."
"Junior sister, please don't be rude."
Another voice sounded. Although it was scolding, it did not mean too much accusation.
After hearing this, Aoki's expression suddenly changed and his face darkened slightly.
He was ridiculed by women.
Although Aoki is an old man, he is still a man. How can a man tolerate being ridiculed by a woman?
"This fellow Taoist, we are disciples of Guanghan Palace. This little junior sister of mine has not been practicing for a long time and does not understand etiquette. I hope you can forgive me."
"Guanghan Palace?" Aoki's expression changed again after hearing this. Unexpectedly, these three people were disciples of Guanghan Palace.
Just because of his face, Aoki didn't even wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "You said you are a disciple of Guanghan Palace? As a disciple of the top immortal sect, how can you stop at the sixtieth floor?"
"Haha. If I hadn't been waiting here for Senior Sister, I would have gone up long ago. Do you think everyone is like you?"
The woman who spoke first laughed again.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't know. If it's just me and the other three, we can only reach the sixty-fifth floor."
"Although all the Xuanzhao techniques are used after the sixty-fifth level, the gap between each level is still very big. The little girl and others stopped here, one is to recuperate. The other is to wait for the arrival of the senior sister and join forces for actual combat. It’s not difficult to enter the seventieth level using Yuetian Jue.”
"Yuetian Jue?" Qingmu looked moved when he heard this.
Yuetian Jue is an ancient technique and is the secret of Guanghan Palace to suppress the sect. Non-core disciples are not allowed to practice. He is the third generation ancestor of Guanghan Palace, and he created the peerless magical power of the mirror-destroying power.
"Who is your senior sister?" Aoki thought for a while and asked again.
"My senior sister? Hehe, I'm afraid I'll make this bad old man like you drool when I tell you." The junior sister from Guanghan Palace smiled again and said: "My senior sister is naturally the most beautiful woman in Cangyun Tian. She has attracted countless monks to pursue Han. Ice fairy.”
"Ice Fairy?" Aoki shed tears involuntarily after hearing this.
But this is not saliva, but blood is still flowing.
"Other people drool when they see the senior sister. How can you, a bad old man like you, bleed profusely before even seeing her? But my senior sister has always ignored men."
"Those who are pursuing Senior Sister are all young talents. You are a wretched old man who has no chance at all."
"Huh? Our bodies are all covered by light, so we shouldn't be able to see people clearly. Sister, how can you tell that Grandpa Aoki is the old man?" Chu Yi spoke and asked with doubts.
"It's very simple. If he is a strong young man, how can he vomit blood at the sixty level?"
"..." Qingmu was about to speak, but when he heard what Chu Yi said and what he said later, he was speechless.
The demonic clone looked at the three figures covered by light, and suddenly his fingers moved again.
At the same time, on the fiftieth floor of Zhuxian Pavilion, a cold and charming woman in blue was following closely behind a man in white.
The cold and beautiful woman's face was rosy and shy, and she seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage, and said: "Master, do you feel tired? Nuan Yu carries you around, what do you think? Or I can support you."
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