In an instant, the fingertips of the man in gray robe suddenly lit up, and then a thick beam of light burst out from his fingertips.
And just when the brilliance was about to touch Ji Liao, the void violently fluctuated, and the void between them twisted, swallowing the brilliance directly.
At the same time, Ji Liao's long stick also arrived.
"Bang!"
The long stick struck the man in gray robe firmly on the chest.
The man in gray robe groaned and took two steps back.
Although the formation here is a devouring technique, it does not suppress the movement of the monk's skills in the body. Although Ji Liao's stick hit hard enough, it did not cause any substantial damage to the man in gray robe.
Cold sweat broke out on Ji Liao's forehead. It was too dangerous just now. He suddenly took action just to catch the man in gray robe off guard. He didn't expect that the man in gray robe was so experienced in fighting. Almost as soon as Ji Liao's idea came up, the man in gray robe reflected it. , and hit back immediately.
If it weren't for the restriction of swallowing magic here, Ji Liao would have died in his hands long ago.
However, after what happened just now, Ji Liao felt relieved. Since the magic was not working here, what if the man in gray robe was a Nascent Soul monk.
Thinking of this, Ji Liao was not willing to let go. He took a step forward, raised his long stick high, and used gravity to chop down the running monk's head.
"you!"
The man in gray robe had just stabilized his figure when he saw Ji Liao hit him with another stick.
In desperation, he raised his hand to block it above his head.
"Crack!"
When the stick went down, there was only a crisp sound, and then the man in gray robe's arm was broken directly in the middle and dented.
"ah...."
The gray-robed man's face was distorted by the severe pain, and he screamed.
Ji Liao moved very quickly and swung the bat again.
A sound of "Uh" pierced the air, and this time the long stick hit the man in gray robe directly on the shoulder.
"Crack!"
There was another snap, and the man in gray robe's shoulder was broken, and half of his body collapsed.
"puff!"
Suffering this severe injury, the gray-robed monk vomited a mouthful of blood.
He regrets it extremely now, secretly hating why he didn't learn the method of body training back then, and now he is bullied to this point by this junior in the foundation building stage.
But at this moment another stick fell.
This time the long stick hit the Nascent Soul stage monk firmly on the head.
There was a muffled sound.
The Nascent Soul Stage monk's head burst out with blood instantly, and he was completely stunned. He staggered and sat there.
But despite being so seriously injured, the Yuan Ying stage monk was still alive and stared at Ji Liao with sinister eyes.
Ji Liaosen looked at him coldly and sneered, "I never thought that a monk like you in the Nascent Soul Stage would one day die at the hands of a junior like me in the Foundation Establishment Stage."
Just now, Ji Liao arrived in Hui
At the feet of the man in gray robe, the man in gray robe threatened Ji Liao.
Ji Liao realized that he had offended this Yuanying monk.
His heart tightened, offending a Yuanying-stage monk was no small matter. If he succeeded in cultivating Taoism and had the protection of Zhongdao Mountain, it would be okay to say that this Yuanying-stage monk would be nothing.
But if he fails to succeed, what he will face when he goes out is the revenge of this Nascent Soul Stage monk.
Ji Liao has not tried to be chased by Yuanying Stage monks, but he can know what the outcome will be by thinking about it with his buttocks.
In just a blink of an eye, Ji Liao figured out the pros and cons. Now was the best time to kill him. If he didn't do it now, it would be difficult to do it in the future. With evil thoughts, Ji Liao had murderous intentions.
Life and death are only a matter of thought. If he doesn't die, Ji Liao will die.
Sure enough, Ji Liao Thunder struck out with just a few sticks, and beat the Yuanying Stage monk to half his life.
Blood rolled down the head of the man in gray robe and soaked his clothes in an instant.
"Boy, just wait for me..." The man in gray robe said weakly and hoarsely.
"Hmph! You have no chance, go to hell!" Ji Liao waved his stick again.
"Bang bang bang bang bang."
Dozens of sticks fell, and the gray-robed man's head was beaten into pulp, completely turning into a corpse.
A smile appeared on Ji Liao's lips.
But at this moment, the man in gray robe trembled in his neck, and then a little man who looked exactly like the man in gray robe, but was only about the size of a palm, jumped out.
Without waiting for Ji Liao's reaction, he kicked off his legs and jumped out.
The climb up is extremely difficult, but the climb down is much easier.
The little man's immature body only jumped a few times before jumping down a dozen steps. By the time Ji Liao reacted, the little man had already jumped dozens of feet.
"Nascent Soul!" Ji Liao was startled, but did not pursue him.
He knew that once he got down there, he would definitely not be able to catch up with the Nascent Soul of the gray-robed man.
Ji Liao was annoyed for a while, secretly cursing himself for being careless. Why did he forget that the Yuanying monks destroyed the physical body, but the Yuanying could escape from the body and be reborn.
The Nascent Soul of the man in gray robe had jumped a hundred feet in a few bounds. He stopped, his little eyes full of resentment.
"Boy, just wait for me. I, Yin Chongyang, will repay you twice as much for the revenge that destroyed my body today."
Since he couldn't catch up, Ji Liao simply used his stick and made a relaxed posture with a long stick.
"Senior Yin, look at you, why are you so hot-tempered? We don't have any blood feud. Come on, come on. Come back so we can discuss it."
"I'm sorry..."
When Yin Chongyang's Nascent Soul heard this, his nose almost became crooked.
He never imagined that this kid had just destroyed his body and still
To be able to say such shameless things.
What does it mean that there is no blood feud? If destroying the body is not a blood feud, then there is no such thing as hatred in the world.
"Hmph! I will remember you, shameless young man. I will pay you a visit when Yin recovers."
After saying that, Yin Chongyang's Nascent Soul waved his little hand and ran down.
"Hey, slow down, don't fall."
Ji Liao waved his hand at Yin Chongyang's Nascent Soul and let him leave on his own.
After Yin Chongyang's Nascent Soul disappeared from his sight, Ji Liao withdrew his gaze, looked at Yin Chongyang's body, and finally took out the storage bag on his waist and the two rings that emitted weak fluctuations on his fingers. Came down and put it into his storage bag.
It is already dark at this hour, but for monks like Ji Liao and others, it is almost negligible.
His dispute with Yin Chongyang had long attracted the attention of the two people above. When they saw a monk from Jiliao District who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage beating Yin Chongyang to death in the Nascent Soul Stage with a stick, they all stared in disbelief. eyes.
Ji Liao turned around, glanced at the stone steps, and found that the two people above were looking at him in horror. He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and shook the wooden stick in his hand as if intentionally or unintentionally.
"Hehehe."
Ji Liao chuckled, took a deep breath, and walked up.
The person at the top is a late-stage Yuan Ying. There is a scar on the left cheek that spans half of the cheek from the tip of the eyebrow, but he is a man with a scarred face.
When Ji Liao was at 100 feet before, he had already reached 600 feet. Now Ji Liao has reached 300 feet, and the scar-faced man has only walked out to 20 feet.
And following him was the Jindan Talisman cultivator Ji Liao was worried about, Shi Rong.
The distance between Shi Rong and the scar-faced man was less than fifty feet. I don’t know what method he used. The scar-faced man had already sat down to rest, but Shi Rong only paused for a moment every time he climbed a step, and then took another step and took a photo. If this continues, it will be a matter of time before Shi Rong surpasses the man with the scarred face.
Ji Liao was secretly anxious, so he stepped forward without stopping.
The pressure became heavier as he went up. Ji Liao was now carrying almost 400,000 kilograms of weight as he crawled upwards. His steps trembled slightly, and the force of each step he took was enough to crush a mountain peak.
Four hundred feet, five hundred feet.
At this time, Shi Rong was already close to the scar-faced man, only two or three steps behind.
And Ji Liao was still more than a hundred feet away from them.
Ji Liao stopped step by step, and finally could not maintain the original speed. His chest heaved violently, and he even felt that the heavy pressure made him unable to lift his head.
Fortunately, with this hard wooden stick as a support, Ji Liao still had some strength left.
Time passed, and a night passed by in the blink of an eye.
Ji Liao has climbed to more than 570 feet.
And Shi Rong also surpassed the scar-faced man and ranked first. The height of the two of them was close to 700 feet.
The three of them all stopped in unison and took a rest.
After a moment, Ji Liao was leaning on a wooden stick, and then as if he was holding a mountain in front of him, he slowly lifted his steps, but fell heavily.
He exerted all his strength, poured all his strength into the wooden stick, and with one push, his whole body went up a level.
At this time, the weight had reached more than 700,000 kilograms, and Ji Liao had to use all his strength to take almost every step.
After climbing a step, Ji Liao stopped, panted heavily for a while, and then moved again.
The afterglow of the morning sun spreads all over the sky and falls on this giant peak that reaches the sky.
And on this thousand-foot step, the three of them were like three ants, grinding upward little by little.
After Ji Liao climbed the third step, Shi Rong, who was at the front, took the lead and stepped onto another step.
When the scar-faced man saw Shi Rong moving, he stood up and moved with him, but he seemed to be frozen there. He could only see his body shaking slightly, but he couldn't move even half an inch.
A smile appeared at the corner of Ji Liao's mouth, knowing that that was the limit of the scar-faced man.
After resting for a moment, Ji Liao moved again.
Time passed, and it was already noon in the blink of an eye. Ji Liao's footsteps fell, and he climbed up the first step with a wooden stick.
In half a day, Ji Liao walked up another seventy feet, while Shi Rong only walked a dozen feet. As for the man with the scarred face, he only went up a dozen steps.
Ji Liao paused. At this time, the weight he was carrying reached a million, and he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back.
He went up the first level again, big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Boy, why are you working so hard here? With your cultivation level in the foundation stage, even if you reach the top, you won't be able to succeed in cultivating the Tao." At this time, the scar-faced man said loudly when he saw Ji Liao catching up with him.
"Hehehe, there are no absolutes in this world. Maybe after climbing to the top, I might be able to open this mountain."
"Hahaha." Hearing this, the scar-faced man looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard something funny. He turned back to look at Ji Liao, "Okay, okay, boy, if you can climb to the top and drive this mountain, I will be able to grow taller." Qing, I am willing to worship under your sect and be your disciple."
"Senior, what you said is true!" Ji Liao also smiled and looked at Fu Changqing.
"Seriously! Seriously! I, Fu Changqing, am telling the truth." Fu Changqing shook his head with a smile and waved his hand indifferently.
"It's a deal." Ji Liao nodded and took a step forward.
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