When Xiao Chuan experienced a big battle and was seriously injured, the little brother Hun Mengmeng, who had always been sick and sympathetic to him, and was far away in Tianfu Mountain, did not have a good time.

Tianfu Mountain is different from Cuiwei Mountain and Luming Mountain, which Xiaochuan has seen and even climbed, it is not a rolling mountain range, it has only one peak, standing alone in the northwest of the Xinghai grassland.

In the eyes of the ancient Hungarians, the Heavenly Burial Mountain took the rock as the bone and the snow as the clothing, giving birth to the rivers of the Xinghai Grassland and protecting the life of the grassland;

If you look at it from afar on the grassland, the hazy heavenly burial mountain seems to be shrouded in a thin veil, and the shadows are full of shadows.

However, if you want to climb this mountain, you will find that it is strange rocks and phosphorus, and the dangerous peaks are towering, but it is like a dragon, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Meng Meng is in this strange rocky mountain rock at this moment.

The mountain climbs all the way down the mountain, and although there is constantly meltwater flowing down from the top of the mountain, it is cold and biting, and the vegetation on the mountain is hard to find, and the other animals are pitiful. Although Meng Meng has reached the halfway point of the mountain, looking up at the top of the mountain is still covered with clouds and mist, and there is a faint sound of thunder, which makes people shudder.

Sitting on a huge rock for a while, he stared at the endless Xinghai grassland under the mountain, and his gaze couldn't help but turn to the southeast.

I don't know if the senior brother's condition is better, and I don't know if the little junior brother's spiritual weapon has been successfully forged, counting the days, if nothing else, he should have returned to the First Pavilion, right?

With these spiritual weapons in his body, coupled with the careful teaching of the master and other senior brothers and sisters in the pavilion, I believe that his cultivation will also improve day by day. Thinking of some upright and cute and scheming little junior brothers, he couldn't help but smile on his fierce and calm face, although his strength was low, but he had novel ideas, and every time he communicated with him, he could always gain something, I hope that when he goes back this time, he can grow to the point where he can fight with himself.

Meng Meng took one last look at the southeast direction of the grassland, stood up, and continued to walk upward.

Soon after, he finally entered the place covered by clouds and mist on the mountain, but Meng Meng was surprised to find that the clouds and mist on this mountain were different from other places, and the most ordinary thing made of water droplets in the eyes of everyone on weekdays made him shiver deeply when it stuck to Meng Meng's body at this moment.

I don't know what is contained in this, it actually brings an invisible sense of oppression to Mengmeng, and even makes him feel like he is suddenly moving forward with a weight at the moment he enters the clouds.

Meng Meng used his fingers to occupy the part and examine it carefully, but found nothing, no different from the water on the ground. He looked up at the top of the mountain, where it was still covered with thicker clouds, and even though he was closer now, he still couldn't see the top of the mountain at all, the leaden gray clouds kept tumbling, and the thunder of the previous one was heard again.

However, from here on, the difficulty increases dramatically.

Meng Meng felt that the spiritual power in his body that had been running smoothly before had been suppressed, and he had become like a turtle crawling, and the mist and dew all over his body also made it difficult for him to move. With the strength of his ascension to the peak of the Spirit Realm, he was like an ordinary person who didn't know how to cultivate here, and he was out of breath even when he climbed over a boulder.

Meng Meng was a little hesitant in his heart, could it be that this was really the realm of gods? Will his actions offend the gods? Growing up in the Xinghai Grassland, he still has blind superstitions about these things.

However, thinking of the unconscious senior brother and the expectations of the senior brothers and sisters in the pavilion, he gritted his teeth violently, raised his steps with difficulty, and continued to climb upward.

In this cloudy environment, not to mention running and jumping, with a little bit of climbing, now it seems that it takes all his strength to take every step, which he can't imagine on the ground.

Unable to stand on his feet anymore, he began to make his way through the rocks with his hands and feet, and gradually his hands and feet were grinding into a bloody blur, leaving four blood marks on the ground with almost every step he climbed.

Feet, and hands.

However, he barely felt any pain, and the oppression of the clouds and mist on his physical and spiritual power almost made him a little blurred, and he was almost crawling upwards with his own physical instinct.

Above the gray rocks, in the dense clouds, it seems that the rules of time no longer exist. No one knows how long Fierce has crawled up this stretch of the road, but if anyone could follow him, they would find the long and endless trail of bloodstain behind him.

However, there is no end to this road.

At one point, he jerked beyond a thicker cloud, the deep color of which was clearly demarcated from the shallow cloud outside. But he himself was unconscious, mechanically repeating the action of climbing, and he slowly entered the space.

"Boom!" a loud bang exploded in the fierce head, and he instantly woke up from his state of confusion.

Fiercely looked around and found that he had entered a dark space at some point, looking at the rocks below him, it seemed that he was still on the Heavenly Burial Mountain, the huge sense of oppression before had now disappeared, and the spiritual power in his body was no longer suppressed, and finally regained a trace of the old feeling.

However, his hands and feet had been blurred with flesh and blood all the way before, and he crawled all the way with his muscle strength and weak spiritual power, his whole body was sore, and he still couldn't stand up.

Meng Meng was about to rest on the spot for a while, but suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis inexplicably.

The sensitivity he had cultivated over a long period of time in the Xinghai Grassland made him instantly support his body with both hands, rolling sideways on the ground and moving a distance of several feet.

A white light flashed, illuminating this dark space like day, and then there was a loud "click", and a thunderbolt as thick as a thigh slashed at the place where Meng Meng had been before, and instantly scorched earth and gravel flew sideways, and the air waves were pressing, and Meng was swept away by this huge impact, and slammed into a mountain rock, spurting blood.

A huge pit had already appeared in the land that had been struck by the thunder, and it was charred and black.

He froze for a moment, then immediately looked up, silver shimmering in the thick clouds, as if countless silver dragons were swimming and rolling in them.

Before he could take a closer look, another piercing silver thunderbolt slashed at him! Fiercely endured the severe pain in his body, trying to dodge the thunder's attack with the fastest speed in the dim space.

However, no matter how powerful Meng Meng was, how could he dodge the thunder and lightning that exceeded the speed of light before he entered the Spirit Realm and was seriously injured.

After a loud bang, he fell to the ground violently. He was charred black, his clothes in tatters, and he didn't move.

The silver light in the clouds fell silent for a moment, and no more thunder fell.

I don't know how long it took, the fierce fingers lying on the ground trembled slightly, and his original consciousness finally felt the presence of his body at this moment.

It hurts!

This was the first feeling of waking up violently, he felt that his whole body was filled with burning pain, he didn't know if there was still a good place in his body, and even the spiritual power in his body was completely depleted, as if he was detonated by the power of thunder at that moment.

Fortunately, his spiritual veins have not been damaged, which should be the only good news. Meng Meng felt the state of his body, and after relieving himself on the ground for a long time, he finally regained a trace of strength, and he raised his right arm slightly to support himself to stand up.

However, as soon as he moved, the thunder in the cloud was instantly detected like a living being, and a piercing friction sound sounded, and another thunderbolt slashed down rapidly!

"Holy!"

Meng Meng learned a new skill at this moment, the tone words that Xiao Chuan hung on his lips every day.

Along with the burning pain, the power of thunder permeated his body, and Meng Meng lost consciousness again.

I don't know how many times he has experienced thunder, coma and awakening, and he has no resistance in this space and is at the mercy of the thick clouds, but fortunately, he has survived tenaciously, and his body gradually no longer reacts so much to the power of thunder, so that the pain brought to him later is no longer as obvious as before.

A thunderbolt fell again, but the fierce continued to stimulate his nerves with his own weak spiritual power, and he finally did not faint, and resisted the lightning strike.

Meng Meng was surprised to find that there seemed to be a trace of silver light flashing in his body and spiritual veins, this is the power of thunder? Could it be that the power of thunder here can be fused with his own spiritual power?

Maybe the master asked me to come here, except to rescue the senior brother, but I have other motives?

Fiercely and quickly thought about this matter, but seeing that he did not faint to the ground, the silver light in the clouds seemed to start a madness, and several more ferocious thunderbolts fell one after another.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Meng Meng found that the spiritual power in his body was no longer detonated by the thunder, but slowly increased, and that feeling was as if he himself had the power to resist the power of the thunder, although it was really painful!

Meng Meng couldn't help but feel refreshed, he could finally stand up from the strange rocky mountain road, but he was already full at the moment, and his clothes had long been turned to ashes in the thunder.

Only the Thunder Prison and the Zihua Blade are intact.

The thunder light jumped above the Thunder Prison, as if there was a dragon winding on it, and it seemed to become more powerful.

Fierce looked in the right direction, he stepped deeper into the clouds, although he was still struck by lightning with every step, but along the way, Fierce was now accustomed to this.

Fortunately, Xiao Chuan is not here, otherwise he would have shouted frantically when he saw this scene, how many sins have you done in your last life, junior brother!