It was also smooth sailing along the way, and no one dared to hijack it, which is the genius of the young man in red. If it were a powerhouse of the ordinary Heavenly Destiny Realm flying across the air, I am afraid that it would be difficult to escape. The person who uses the Purple Winged Lion King as a substitute for the demon beast is not a weak person. At least you have to go to the heavenly realm to make it surrender. In this way, those so-called rogues are naturally afraid and dare not start.

The Purple Winged Lion King crossed the deadly Yellow Spring, drove straight in, unimpeded.

Until the scorching sun shone, I saw a huge city, which was the city of leisure.

Lin Hao made a simple registration, and after entering Xiaoyao City, he separated from Qianjue.

This is not a city of different races, there is no so-called discriminatory gaze when walking on the street, the eyes are burning, there is no need to be cautious in words and deeds, be careful. The people's livelihood shows the image of living and working in peace and contentment, which can be regarded as a paradise for the human race in this sinful land.

Large and small shops are located on the side of the bluestone road, and the vendors are selling, which can be regarded as happy and harmonious in the alleys of this market, and the folk customs are simple.

Lin Hao bought a map from the vendor for twenty spirit stones. The map is dusty and quaint, and you can roughly see the location of Xiaoyao Peak in a blur. Located in the north of the city.

Lin Hao walked through the streets and alleys, turning all the way. Finally, along a path to the north of the city, here is sad and cold, the trees are thick, a mountain comes into view, not very high, among which the flowing water is murmuring, a river blocks Lin Hao's way, there is no bridge, and there is no single-plank bridge. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, shrouded in glow, like a fairy mountain.

Lin Hao looked at the map again, this is the so-called Xiaoyao Peak? A small hill is about the same. After finally confirming that it was correct, I looked up at the sky, and the sun was shining, and there was a blue sky.

In Lin Hao's view, there are bridges and no bridges, they are all the same. Then he tiptoed a little, rose into the air, and crossed the river.

But just as he approached the top of the river, the seemingly clear and slow river water could not fly over, and he was stuck in the air.

In the air, he seemed to have entered a fantasy world, cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and the color of surprise filled his dilated pupils, but he had a snot in the sunny weather, his lips were blue, and his hands were holding his chest vigorously, like autumn leaves swaying in the wind, trembling slightly.

What is the reason for this? He had already refined seventy percent of the power of yin and yang, how could he still be afraid of the cold?

"No, why is this happening? No, I don't allow it!" Lin Hao roared, like a beast that had lost its mind. Because he saw that Li Li, whom he longed for, was slain by a great power, and his bones were gone, and he was reduced to ashes. Then an ancient battlefield was filled with sword light, runes filled the sky, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, like an immortal battle. Lin Hao smashed into it, killing his red eyes, the spiritual power was running rapidly, the yin and yang qi were swaying, and the sword intent was majestic, pointing directly at the great power that killed Li Li, the sword light flowed, and the great power knocked him out with an understatement, and his eyes were full of blood and looked at the great power, all angry, but he was powerless, but the great power never paid attention to him, and fought with his opponent.

Lin Hao couldn't move on the battlefield like this, and no one else could beat him. Look at all kinds of treasures blooming, swords and swords and shadows are vertical and horizontal, the sound of the piano is endless and desolate, the talisman formation rises from the ground, ruthlessly strangled, the mountains of corpses are piled up, the blood flows into the sea, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the sky is dark.

The feeling of powerlessness kept piercing his heart, and as time went on, it stabbed deeper and deeper, and the pain became more and more painful. I couldn't help but feel sad about it, but the tears in my eyes couldn't flow at all at this time. The smoke of the battlefield has dissipated, the bones have decayed, and time is advancing rapidly, a year, a decade, a hundred years, a thousand years...... Watch the battlefield go from desolation to a prosperous city, and then to a ruined wall, drowning in the smoke and dust of history.

Before I knew it, my white hair had been coated with a layer of frost and snow, the wrinkles on my face were blooming, my teeth were falling out, and my relatives and friends were dying of war and sickness with old eyes that were crumbling like broken lights. Look, look at the cruelty and tragedy of this war, the prosperity and end of the world, the blood and tears intertwined with life and death, the long-dried old eyes finally shed crystal tears after a long absence, slowly flowing, scalding his face, burning his heart, his heart trembled slightly, how real all this is. He looked at the bloodless sky, and a woman of peerless elegance looked at her with a smile, he didn't know it, but it felt very familiar.

"Broken!"

Like a fairy sound falling, the bell struck, Lin Hao suddenly woke up, the picture was distorted, back to reality, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, followed the sound to look at the river, only to see a child's feet standing on the water, not alarmed, eyes round and turning. Dao Tong said, "To be able to experience life and death in the illusion, loneliness and old age, desolation and prosperity, helplessness and indifference, anger and hatred without dying, according to the master's words, you are a destined person." ”

Lin Hao's clothes were already soaked with sweat, his body was relaxed for a while, he was obviously able to move, his complexion gradually improved, and he smiled at Dao Tong, "Thank you, little master." ”

Xiaodao Tong led Lin Hao across the river, stopped on the bank, and then pointed to a bluestone staircase winding up in front of him, and said to Lin Hao, "There is a fate, the master said, after crossing the Hanyun River, you have to climb this Qingyun ladder by yourself." ”

After speaking, Xiao Daotong rushed away, followed the Qingyun Ladder, and disappeared in Lin Hao's eyes in an instant.

Lin Hao had already guessed that his master should be Gu Zongtang, what else was there to play when they met, similar to the test of the Three Gu Thatched House.

Lin Hao looked back, the water of this cold-calling phantom river was extremely clear, like a crystal clear ice flower, and the hesitant stones in it were leisurely. Look at why it was so difficult when he flew across, and he fell into a fantasy land.

He turned his head to look at the Qingyun Road, which seemed to be flat and ordinary people could climb up. He shook his head, I'm afraid that this difficulty can only be known if he has crawled.

Lin Hao raised his foot and stepped up, only to hear a crisp sword sound, a yin wind wrinkled, Lin Hao instantly felt heavy, slowly stepped on one more foot, and a sword qi swiped.

Lin Hao's Yin and Yang Qi was running, and the sword momentum suddenly rushed out, trying to resist the pressure, but the stronger he was, the heavier his steps became, and the sword power on the Qingyun Road was even worse, and the Yin and Yang Qi were also surging. The stronger you are, the more horizontal he is, and in the end he is really helpless, so he has to resist hard.

It contains the meaning of yin and yang, Lin Hao is like a mountain, and his steps are heavy. With each step up, the sword qi became stronger, the yin wind became stronger, and the crazy roar raged, sometimes cold, sometimes scorching. The sound of the yin wind whirring was mixed with the sound of the leaves swaying beside Qingyun Road, which kept echoing in Lin Hao's ears, as if to warn him to give up and not to make senseless sacrifices.

He felt more and more weak, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and when he reached the halfway point of the mountain, he was even more difficult to walk, his consciousness was drowsy, and his body had been cut out of blood by the sword qi, but in the blink of an eye, it was extinguished by the sand and dust, turning into black blood marks.

Lin Hao struggled in pain, shook his head vigorously, and kept patting his bloodstained face with his hand, just not wanting his consciousness to disappear. Lin Hao used the last bit of strength in his body, and his hands kept gesturing in the air as the leaves flew. Suddenly, the undigested power of the Yin and Yang Sword Dao in his body poured down like a torrential rain, fighting against the sword intent around him, and then took a step as heavy as a mountain with difficulty.

"I am unwilling, the path I choose, I should have the consciousness of walking on my knees, even if I see the abyss of death, I will not look back. Lin Hao felt extremely heavy at this time, the skin covered by the sword qi was already shattered, and the blood that had just seeped out was blown away by the yin wind, his lips were sometimes chapped, sometimes cold, and his consciousness was like a fog, he didn't know the direction, he didn't know why. But there was still no sense of giving up moving forward in his mind, and his tone was still hard, without the slightest hint of regret or timidity.

On the hill, a young man in a green shirt stained with blood, in the yin and yang sword power, supported a heavy body like a mountain and moved slowly, even if he was scarred and his body was as heavy as a mountain and river, he had to step towards the green clouds, never retreated, and never fell.

Dusk passed, and before I knew it, the moon was on the tip.

He was about to reach the top of the mountain, the yin wind was like a demon in hell constantly biting him, and the sword intent was furious again, completely tearing apart the few remaining rags on his body, and the red blood immediately gushed out. The leaves in the wind flew up, buzzing like thousands of bees, and then violently plunged into Yu Qianyu's already shattered body, as if turning into a hedgehog, but blood flowed freely.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and the residual yin and yang power on his body instantly fell apart, and all of them were lost, allowing the yin wind and sword intent of the outside world to ruthlessly plunder and kill.

"Ahh

An extremely painful roar rushed out of Lin Hao's bloody mouth as if a river had burst its banks, this was the last reluctant and struggling.

He eventually fell, struggled with his last, and finally reluctantly, and fell to the top of the mountain.

The moonlight flowed quietly like water, but it was not gentle at all.