The peaks are like blades.

Zhang Jiao looked up at the sword mountain in front of him, and saw that the mountain peak in front of him seemed to be composed of countless swords, axes, and halberds, and there were weapons everywhere that were placed horizontally and diagonally, and were vertically inserted, which were long or short, new or old, and had different shapes. The only thing in common is that the blades are exposed.

The cold light flickered, and even the gaze that looked past seemed to be torn apart.

Zhang Jiao looked at this sinister mountain that would never appear in reality, and subconsciously took a light breath, and the cold yin qi mixed with the unique sharpness of the blade immediately came to his face.

From his mouth, nose and lungs, he suddenly felt a cold, steely yin qi rushing in, as if a sharp razor blade was forced into his mouth, making the corners of his eyes twitch involuntarily.

Hurt!

It hurts to drill the heart!

He subconsciously touched his cheeks, only to see that the skin he had touched began to show traces of knife cuts, and drops of blood slowly oozed out of these invisible wounds, and they kept flowing, and these subtle wounds could not be coagulated and healed by themselves.

"Two mages, please begin, the king has been waiting in the main hall of the summit for a long time. ”

The ghost judge on the side began to urge, although it said with a smile on its face, but its expression was gloomy, and there was a big sense that the two of them were going to take action if they didn't act.

Seeing this, the monk on the side immediately took action, he made a running action, his body was low, and he jumped out of a distance of nearly four or five meters, and then grabbed a protruding blade at the edge of the mountain full of sharp blades, and his waist and arms exerted force at the same time, like an old ape in the mountains.

Under the pouring of Luohan's golden liquid, the sound of gold and iron resonating between his body and the blades on the knife mountain made a faint sound of gold and iron, as if there were sparks bursting out.

"Aren't you going to start, this mage?"

Seeing that the monk had started to act, the ghost judge immediately looked at Zhang Jiao, and on his smiling face, pieces of black-purple lines like corpse spots faintly appeared.

Zhang Jiao had no choice but to walk towards the knife mountain in front of him.

The mountain of knives was full of sharp blades, and there was no path to walk on, and the only way to reach the top of the mountain was to pass through these blades like rock climbing, but this method was not suitable for him.

Zhang Jiao didn't plan to really feel the sharpness of these blades, and the gray-white aura continued to ooze out of his facial features, and these breaths spread forward like a fog.

He stepped out, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The gray mist that permeated the Knife Mountain quickly condensed into a line and spread straight towards the top of the mountain.

Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, I saw that on the Dao Mountain, where the cold light flickered, a gray-white smoke rose rapidly along the surface of the Dao Mountain, like the cooking smoke in the farmer's chimney, and soon caught up with the monk who set off first.

The ghost judge looked at the two people who climbed up with a smile, and did not show any dissatisfaction, as if he had no objection to Zhang Jiao's method of going up the knife mountain.

In the gray mist, Zhang Jiao's figure loomed, and with every step he took, he would advance a distance of tens of meters from the outside world, and the sharp blades densely covered on the knife mountain seemed to be phantoms, allowing Zhang Jiao to pass through them, without a single substantial contact.

In just a few breaths, he had left the monk far behind, but there was no excitement on his face, but it became more and more solemn.

The blood-colored hexagram in his eyes kept changing, but he couldn't figure out where the danger came from, there was no warning, but the sense of danger was getting stronger and stronger.

The pen fairy in the stimulated body is constantly agitated.

On the wound that had been cut by the sharp qi on the knife mountain before, drops of oozing blood wriggled into twisted blood characters such as fierce, dangerous, death, and extinction.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously slowed down his pace of progress, looking for places that might be dangerous, and inadvertently, he looked down.

I saw that the foot of the Knife Mountain had long since disappeared, and the head of a huge one-horned demon opened its mouth, allowing the blade to cut it with blood, and frantically gnawed up from the foot of the Knife Mountain, like eating ice cream.

Every time it took a bite, the entire knife mountain was shortened by one point, and in just a few moments, the foot of the mountain had been eaten by it, as if it felt Zhang Jiao's gaze.

The seven closed eyes on the demon's skull suddenly opened, and the scarlet gaze passed through the gray mist, and happened to meet Zhang Jiao's gaze.

Zhang Jiao instantly understood the meaning in the evil ghost's eyes.

"Hurry up and run, I'm coming. ”

Looking at the demon head that kept gnawing upwards, Zhang Jiao finally understood why there was no time limit for the second level.

He turned to look at the steep, blade-strewn mountain of knives in front of him, and immediately made a decision.

Since the back road has been broken, then fight again, if it really doesn't work, immediately give up the task and choose to quit, which is also the last hole card he has always dared to die.

After all, he was still very interested in the content behind this Xudu Mage Society.

Say it, do it.

The gray mist spread under his feet again, and between a few gasps, Zhang Jiao's position rose a lot, but the sense of danger in the dark became thicker and thicker, and the blood-colored characters condensed on his body were blurred, turning into pools of blood and dripping continuously.

Zhang Jiao ignored it, and just as he was passing through a cliff, an iron knife with a unilateral blade, about three feet and seven inches long, and the end was beaten into a rakshasa head, suddenly popped out of the knife mountain and slashed down at his head.

The incident happened suddenly, even if he had been on guard, but he still didn't react, this Rakshasa ghost knife was like a hot knife cutting butter, and in an instant, it slashed directly from his heavenly spirit cover to between his hip bones, and then fell and inserted into the knife mountain.

Zhang Jiao stayed in place for an instant, he looked at the Rakshasa ghost knife inserted into the knife mountain in a daze, there was no trace of scar on his body, as if this knife was the same as the one he had touched in the ghost in front of him

Like other blades, they don't really hurt him.

He stayed where he was, looked up at the top of the mountain, which was still very far away, and then at the head of the evil ghost that kept gnawing upwards, and all the thoughts and thoughts in his heart disappeared in a flash, and an endless sense of emptiness filled his entire heart.

"Alas, what can I do if I climb up, I have to break through the level later, and what can I do if I break through again, at most I can complete the task, and I don't know if I can solve my troubles, even if I can solve it, it is really boring to live. ”

At this moment, an invisible sense of crisis spread throughout his body, and the hexagram in his eye socket could no longer be maintained, completely collapsed into a bloody color, and then slipped from the corner of his eye like tears.

Zhang Jiao didn't seem to feel it, he was stunned and felt sorry for himself like Xianglin's sister-in-law, and suddenly felt that he had no goal in life, and he didn't have any interest in living.

It's very empty, and it's also very boring.

He looked at the heads of the demons that kept gnawing up, and suddenly felt that he had no meaning in living for more than 20 years, and it was better to die like this.

The demon's head was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Jiao stood there like this, his eyes empty, his face full of indifference waiting to be eaten by it.

It's just that the two evil spirits in his body don't want to be devoured like this, they naturally want Zhang Jiao to die, and then take charge of his remaining body by themselves to complete the ritual of ghost control. Instead of being buried with him in the mouth of the ghost below, as is the case now.

The gray mist began to spread, and it was about to take him away from here, but Zhang Jiao did not move at all, but continued to resist the power of the powerful ghost in his body. Since the dominant power is now in his hands, for a while, the two evil spirits in his body can't shake his will and leave here with his body.

Zhang Jiao stood there, quietly waiting for his death.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in his heart.

"Proud son, come up quickly. ”

Zhang Jiao immediately heard his mother's voice, he ignored it, and didn't even want to answer.

But before he could think about it, another familiar voice sounded, "What are you still doing standing there, you haven't come up yet." ”

Zhang Jiao ignored him, although he had already heard it, it was his father's voice.

He stood there like a piece of wood, oblivious to the sound in his heart.

It's just that more and more familiar voices are joining in.

"Come up, come up. ”

"It's so noisy! You let me die quietly, okay? Zhang Jiao raised his head and suddenly found that around him, at some point, there were already a whole circle of people, and more and more figures joined in behind him.

Their faces, their voices, and themselves are all very familiar.

Parents and brothers, grandparents, relatives and friends, teachers and classmates, neighbors, girls who have had a crush, enemies who have fought, and even the stars of the team they once liked, passers-by who have had a relationship, they all appeared in front of their eyes, and countless chaotic voices said to themselves.

"Zhang Jiao, don't be in a daze, come up. ”

"Come on, everyone is waiting for you. ”

Gradually, these different voices slowly converged into one sentence.

"Zhang Jiao, come up. ”

Zhang Jiao's empty eyes gradually became mechanical in these shouts, and he kept repeating a sentence in his mouth.

"I'm here. ”

"I'm here. ”

He who had been staying where he was suddenly acted, and the gray-white ghost snake shot straight out from the waist of the knife mountain like a javelin under their joint efforts.

The speed was so fast that people couldn't see the slightest shadow, and the originally unattainable knife mountain was quickly trampled under his feet under the full force of the ghost.

Zhang Jiao stood on the top of the mountain like the tip of a spear, and muttered mechanically, "I'm up, I'm up." ”

On the top of his head, the hair that was originally like a young white head is now a dry gray, and it is obvious that he has paid a lot of price.

In the main hall of the ghosts.

A three-foot-tall, iron-faced, red-sided, and bronze bell-like ghost suddenly burst out laughing wildly.

"Fun, fun, really funny. This person who was slashed by the Silence Knife was able to coax himself out of the realm of death and silence by himself, and the mages in the human world can always give Lone some new tricks. Ha ha. ”

Immediately in His great hall there were countless voices of men, women, and children mixed together with His laughter.

"Haha, it's funny. ”

"yes, you guys think it's funny, don't you?" The ghost, who was laughing maniacally, suddenly stopped laughing, and his eyes like brass bells swept over the empty hall, and his face instantly turned from joy to anger.

"Then why are there only so many mages coming to congratulate this king on his birthday this time, and the ghost sentence you will come to tell Gu how many people will come to celebrate the birthday of this king. ”

The figure of the ghost judge immediately appeared above the main hall, he bowed down at the feet of the ghost god, and said with a smirk on his face, "My lord, there are two hundred and seventeen mages in my class. ”

When the ghost god heard this, he immediately became furious, "Then why are only these few people participating this time, and what are you doing as a messenger." ”

The enraged ghost god grabbed the incomparably small ghost judge in front of him with one palm, and pinched and exploded.

"Go, bring back all the mages who came this time as much as possible, otherwise the waiting table will not be opened, and it is rare for Lone to come to the world." ”