It is not easy for a hundred-year-old samurai to compete with monks who are nearly 300 years old and are proud of nature.

Nirvana Bodhi Cave is a paradise that can only be accessed in 300 years of history. For those approaching 300 years old, this is an innate advantage that no one can match. For those who are only in their 100s or even less than 100, they can only watch as those who are stronger get more resources.

It may seem unfair, but in this world, nothing is absolutely fair. For some talents over 300 years old, they missed the opportunity to Nirvana Bodhi Cave and tell who is fair.

Power is the only truth in the world. Everything else is meaningless in the face of power.

If a genius wants to find his place in this era, he can only constantly challenge those who are older and stronger than him. If he doesn't, he'll go into hiding and wait for him to grow up. Such a genius will only turn into a mediocre and useless person in the end.

Xiao Wuyou and Xiao Yaozi are like that. In this era, Trumpet had six heirs, all of whom were less than 100 years old. Naturally, their talents and qualities are impeccable. But if they want to go further, they need to keep on the challenge. In other words, the path of the strong is built on the body of others.

So no matter how dangerous the fourth layer is, they don't want to back down, because peace is not the life they want. It's the nature of trumpets to fight blood.

The floating lights flickered on and off, appearing on the fourth floor with Xiao Wuwu.

It's a small space. The thunder and lightning in the sky made people feel extremely depressed. On the flat ground, there are 18 giant statues that are 50 feet high. Each statue has a very scary atmosphere. Just like the real nature, these breaths meet and communicate in this small space, making the pressure here reach an amazing level, and the earth is born in the heart of everyone who enters here.

As soon as Xiao Wuyou appeared, they were crushed by this invisible pressure and knelt on the ground. They have cracks all over their feet. We should know that Xiao Wuyou's strength has reached the realm of a martial monarch, but in such a space, only the aura of eighteen statues overwhelms them, crushes them, and makes them unable to move. Thus, we can see the terrifying statues.

Xiao Wuyou's breath was short, and his eyes were fixed on the eighteen stone statues. He was in a state of extreme shock. Who would have imagined that it was these statues that could produce such terrible pressure. Such an approach is unheard of. Even if it is the only one, there is absolutely no way to do it.

"This ...... Is it the Daosheng Cave? Are these eighteen statues a Taoist method? Xiao has no worries or doubts.

In fact, there is no doubt that anyone but Dao Sheng can have such a way of unity. Just casting 18 statues would make it impossible for these monks to move in the martial arts realm.

If you look back, you can see that not far in front of you are sixty people standing, that is, standing there, but the back is also pressed down by the pressure here, and the wet water strip is stretched. From here, you can see that they are also struggling, and there are no more than 7 children on the list.

They stood for a long time before they took a step forward. Their steps trembled violently, just like this ordinary dance step, which required the strength of their whole body.

Look at it, Xiao Wuyou will know.

It seems that the first thing to do to get the inheritance of Taoism is to be able to walk to the foot of the Buddha statue. Unfortunately...... Xiao Wu sighed and said.

Every trace of nirvana energy here is important for tens of thousands of catties. In such a space, it is difficult to walk, let alone fight. That is, even if there were really people fighting for him, he would not have chosen such a starting point.

If he wanted to come here, Xiao Wu was a little disappointed. He initially entered the fourth tier with high morale, and it turned out like this. However, despite his disappointment, he still wanted to see what this sacred heritage was like.

"Now, let's get started. Little Wuyou and Taishi looked at each other, then they both stood up and began to walk towards the eighteen colossus.

Stirring up a storm

Sweat, like a body that had just been soaked in a torrential rain, kept dripping down and soaking the ground beneath his feet.

"Bang...... Explosive bombing. ”

The pulse of the heartbeat, like the beat of a drum, vibrates every inch of the body.

"Huh... Ha ......"

If you pause slightly, the feeling of suffocation will suddenly press on the whole body, and you will be tense and cramped.

My mind went blank. I don't have any ideas. I forgot where I was, what my mission was, what kind of people I had around me, and how long this state had lasted. I seem to have forgotten why I want to move on.

This is how Xiao Wuyou feels now. From entering the narrow space on the fourth floor, he and the other three older brothers began to walk towards the eighteen statues. However, as the distance grew closer, the feeling of oppression intensified, his steps became heavier, and his back became heavier.

It takes an hour to walk on the Shizhang Road, which is very close. When you see a distance of nearly a thousand feet, the word "near the end of the world" will unconsciously appear in your mind.

The desire to inherit Taoism, the fighting spirit does not belong to the other senior brothers, believing that it is getting stronger and stronger, the little carefree gritted his teeth, but the farther he goes, the longer he will feel, the shorter he will feel, the less his head will be drowsy, just as Taoism will leave power not only to oppress his body, but also his mind, making it difficult.

Not only Xiao Wu has, but also the other people are not in a very bad state. Even if they have their own thoughts, at least they don't need to think about it until the pressure of heaven and earth is gone. The only reason why the 72 people here were able to move forward was the desire for Taoist lineage.

The sound of heavy breathing echoes in this small space, but everyone is empty eyes, only the future, nothing else, what competition, what enemies and friends, this moment is no longer important, how to get through this checkpoint is crucial, and at this time, the deeper they are, the more rewarding it means that this is the true saint grotto with unimaginable rewards.

Over time, sweat not only moistens the earth, but also rises into mist, making the narrow space hazy. Becoming a warrior under the age of 300 is the best choice.

However, it seems that in addition to the extremely high requirements for talent, the perseverance and character of the monk are also extremely high. Seventy-two people held hands, but twelve people could not bear the pressure of the statue carved by Dao Sheng and took a step back. Maybe they just want to take a little off the pressure, but after this step, they find that they can't move their feet forward in the right way or even lift their feet.

That's when they were shocked to find out all this. They looked up at the statues "not far away" and saw that the eighteen lifelike statues seemed to be blurred. Is it the fog that obscures the appearance of the statues? No, because of their retreat, they lose the qualification to fight for the Taoist lineage.

The emotions of unwillingness and remorse spread in their hearts, but in the face of the rules left by Dao Sheng, remorse and reluctance could only turn into bitter water and be swallowed. The strength and pressure of Dao Sheng around them were still weakening, and their spirits were becoming clearer. They looked forward with envy, jealousy, to those who were still moving forward, and marveled at the five centenarians.

Seventy-two people doesn't mean that whoever gets on the fourth floor first has an advantage. If one were to observe the seventy-two people now, they would see that the person who walked the farthest and closest to the 1,850-foot statue was not the most advanced.