Bang bang bang!
Wang Yu, Wang Jue and Egret landed almost simultaneously in different ways.
After making a slight adjustment, the three of them rushed out in no particular order, waving the hammers in their hands, and continued to climb the 'Qishan'.
At this time, they are still full of energy and confidence.
Song Qingwen also set out again.
This time he used more techniques, and even used the micro-strength technique that he had not used for many years, hitting the mountain wall with extremely subtle force to feel whether every hammer he landed landed on the target.
Although they set off later, they quickly overtook Wang Yu and others.
Once again, they could only follow behind and eat ashes.
However, Wang Yu and others encountered "pits" in various climbs, and fell and restarted repeatedly.
Finally Song Qingwen arrived at a high cliff.
There is an ancient pine growing on the high cliff. The trunk of the ancient pine is connected to the mountain peak further ahead.
This is also the only physical connection between the two cliffs.
He needed to climb through the ancient pine trees to reach a higher level.
Song Qingwen carefully tested and found that the ancient pine was not illusory, but real, and quite strong, so he swung the sledgehammer and rushed forward with all his strength.
When the hammer head fell, the front end of the ancient pine was as elastic as rubber.
After the rebound force returned, although Song Qingwen tried his best to use various techniques to resolve the rebound force, he was still unable to avoid being blown away by a gust of wind halfway up the mountain, and then fell as usual...
Everything returns to the starting point.
"Interesting, there are so many traps set up. Is this a test before you can obtain supernatural powers?" Song Qingwen smiled on his face. He is a person who doesn't like trouble very much. However, this difficulty in front of him has already made him feel quite... Trouble.
Bang bang bang...!
Several figures fell down again, hitting not far from Song Qingwen.
"You all get out of my way and don't hinder me!" Song Qingwen said without looking back.
Liu Lu directly retorted: "New guy! Don't be too arrogant, otherwise... woo woo woo!"
Before Liu Lu finished speaking, his mouth was already covered with granules, which then glued together on their own.
If he wasn't worried that direct killing might cause displeasure to the master of this world, Song Qingwen would have already refined Liu Lu's soul at this time.
Everyone who originally planned to support Liu Lu now shut up and stood aside honestly.
They just waited for Song Qingwen to walk far away before setting off.
Song Qingwen suddenly felt uneasy for no reason, then took a deep breath and continued up the mountain.
Next, Song Qingwen finally understood what it meant to be 'unpreventable'.
When encountering the originally hard rock, it suddenly softened and unfortunately fell to the bottom.
Encountering some inexplicably slippery moss, I was knocked back not far from the bottom of the mountain.
Encountered a 'low probability' event of landslide, the shape of the mountain suddenly changed, and it was washed back.
When a meteor hit the cliff, he was hit and fell back.
Once, twice, three times, ten times, fifty times...a hundred times!
Song Qingwen has gone from being full of confidence to being autistic and numb now.
Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Time seems to have entered an accelerated yet elongated passage.
Everything became long and slow.
Even Song Qingwen didn't care about Wang Yu and others' interference.
He only still clearly and firmly believes that he should go up and continue to go up.
But Wang Yu and others were on the verge of collapse one after another.
They failed nearly ten times more than Song Qingwen.
And often, not long after leaving home, we return to the starting point and start over.
No matter how long or far away we are from successfully reaching the summit.
Just looking at the same old scenery and lonely scenes for a long time makes me want to vomit.
Sometimes, the same place may even fall over a dozen times for different reasons.
"The performance of Wang Yu and the others did not exceed my expectations. Through them, I did harvest nearly 3,000 points of magic points. Although none of them were forced into a desperate situation, so that the one-time excess output caused a big problem in their character. Changed. But Song Qingwen... turned out to be only slightly agitated, but his magic value never exceeded."
"Is it because he has an excellent xinxing, or because he has a high level of cultivation that he has a way to block his emotions and prevent his demonic nature from leaking out?" Ke Xiaoliang was a little confused.
"Looks like we need to add more ingredients!" Ke Xiaoliang thought.
Song Qingwen once again returned to the starting point.
His originally turbulent mood had already returned to calm.
Even if he keeps failing.
But so what?
On the way to seek truth and survival, he had encountered many dangerous enemies and encountered many desperate situations.
That would be much more complicated, cumbersome, and desperate than what I was experiencing right now.
Although Song Qingwen changed from self-confidence to autistic, in the final analysis, there was no real change deep in his heart.
"Starting over is the most stressful thing. If you are like me, when you are about to refine a first-class elixir, you suddenly find that you have forgotten to add the main ingredient. Or if you have killed the enemy you thought you were, but you find that you can't. It is being used by the enemy. If you have been practicing for a long time, but find that you have been working in the wrong direction for decades, or even hundreds of years. If your magic weapon gives birth to a weapon spirit, the weapon spirit is a timid and cowardly idiot. If you are Sitting and discussing with fellow Taoists, your views are unanimously recognized, but you find that what you are saying at this moment is exactly what you were most opposed to at the beginning. If you are not ready, for example, you have gone through an extremely sad period, then It may be too much for you to go through, but you can come and go as you please, I will always be here."
Inexplicable narrations began to appear in front of Song Qingwen's eyes, so that at first, Song Qingwen thought he was having some hallucinations.
"Hmph! Confuse my mind? It's just a small trick!" Song Qingwen sneered, swung the sledgehammer, and set off again without hesitation.
But obviously, Song Qingwen underestimated Ke Xiaoliang's shamelessness.
More narrations were coming towards him.
"It seems like we are closer now, creators and climbers, designers and users. You could have refused, but you didn't. There is something hidden in you, so choose to continue."
"It means a lot to me. You've come here, endured so much, all the wisecracks and insensitivity, all the failures, and you've forgiven me, you've given me the favor of an emperor."
"We have the same taste, you and I. It's not ambition. It's the opposite of ambition. It's a brutal mission to experience failure. If you win, you'll feel bad. So I put this snake in for you. "
"Have you ever thought about who you are? The man in the urn, the giant who created the world? Are you his hand? Are you the tip of the hammer? I don't think so - when your hand moves, the hammer doesn't move together. Move. The man and the man's hand do not move. Here you are his will. His purpose. The determination on the way up."
One sentence after another, rubbish that seemed to contain some profound meaning but was actually useless, began to appear in front of him in various ways...especially when Song Qingwen failed.
It seemed to be comforting him, but in fact it was an inexplicable... ridicule.
Song Qingwen finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"enough···!"
"Shut up...ah~!"
"Your magic value has arrived...eighteen thousand points!" Ke Xiaoliang was instantly knocked down by a wave of sudden wealth.
"What the hell...so many!?"
