On the horizon, the sun, which had scattered all its golden light towards the ends of the earth, slowly climbed to the center of the sky in anticipation as vast as a sea of clouds.

The people all shut their mouths, and there was a tacit silence.

Everyone held their heads high and threw their eyes as hot as flames at the ethereal cloud immortals.

They were on the top of a peak that seemed to be close to the sky, and their hearts seemed to be pounding out of their bodies with excitement.

The Immortal in the Clouds spread out the hands of the clouds, and as wisps of smoke and clouds of smoke teased his empty cheeks, he called out to the Nine Heavens, "The wind is coming!"

In this place where the head is raised as if entering the vast world, in an instant, the wind seems to be dispatched by the immortals in the clouds, like a roaring beast blowing towards the immortal cultivators.

Everyone was overwhelmed, and under this strong wind, like a thin grass, it fell backwards.

Whether it was Gu Hai or the four wizards, their cultivation was so high, they could only embed one foot in the rock at the top of the peak, and folded their arms as if turning into a shield to shield themselves from the wind.

In this way, everyone stayed on the top of this long and windy peak with difficulty.

The fairy in the clouds was indifferent in the wind, he stretched out his flowing sleeves, and then waved towards the golden sun.

"Disappear!" The Immortal in the Clouds gave another order, and the sun, which could scorch everything, magically disappeared in everyone's eyes that were difficult to open.

Some people, in the midst of this incredible sight, fell on the rocks. I don't know if he was blown unsteady by the wind, or he was frightened to the ground by the unfathomable strength of the cloud immortal.

The fairy eyebrows in the clouds were still flowing to his mouth, he opened his pale lips slightly, and said to everyone in a voice like the wind: "This Imperial Tour, from the top of the mountain to the east, fly to the place for ten miles. Whoever gets there first will be the winner, and whoever gets the Fushen Stick will get it!"

Even though they were holding their arms against the wind, they couldn't slow down their beating hearts. They looked in the direction that Yun Zhongxian was pointing, and there was another lone peak that was exactly the same as Lingyun Peak.

It should have been conjured up by the Immortal in the Clouds with supernatural powers.

"Ten...... Ten miles? Isn't that a blink of an eye?"

Someone began to wonder.

Yun Zhongxian smiled and shook his head: "Don't say it too early, maybe these ten miles of land is the longest distance everyone has spent in this life." ”

As soon as Yun Zhongxian said this, everyone was shocked in their hearts. Just now, his supernatural powers are vast, and everyone sees it.

Such fairy-like people have said so, and I don't know what will happen on this road.

Yun Zhongxian had two eyes, smiled like a crescent moon, and said in a loud voice: "Then everyone, the Imperial Tour, start now!"

As soon as the words fell, the immortal in the clouds was like a light smoke, dispersing in the sky until it was gone.

When everyone heard the word "start", the irrepressible mania in their hearts instantly burst like fireworks in the eyes of beasts and in the high-spirited bodies with their surging aura.

They threw their weapons into the sky.

The silver light flashed in Gu Hai's hand, and the iron rod spun into the air. His cloud-like figure floated slightly, and he stood on the iron bar.

And the few people next to him also shot at the same time as me.

Sun Jin's stick like dead wood was also thrown out, Shi Lang jumped into the sky with a long knife like water, Zhang Xiaobao was sitting on the faintly suspended purple gold gourd, Xin Yi was like a mountain stepping on the treasure knife, and Qingbaishi was dancing in a gorgeous red robe, raising the corners of his mouth, as if sitting on the crescent moon

In the end, the leaves of the fiery yellow cloth illustrated book were faintly suspended, and a quaint fishing boat immediately burst out from it, parading in the sky.

The rest of the people's royal weapons were also thrown out.

In an instant, the light projected by the imperial weapon reflected the sky with colorful light. Everyone raced against time to jump on the imperial weapon, and everyone was eager to gallop away at the speed of thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, a rainbow as wide as a river in the sky rushed towards the east.

This time it was about speed, not strength, so every immortal cultivator, even if his strength was low, felt that he could win.

In this rushing rainbow, Gu Hai flew there in the middle of the middle of the rainbow with his iron rod.

The first person in front was named Bai Qing. In this fierce air, at this time, his heart contains the joy of three lifetimes!

Ten miles, for immortal cultivators, is just a blink of an eye. Then at this time, it will be the first, and after the blink of an eye, it will be the first!

He has always been gentle and elegant, his facial features are all open with excitement, and he roars in his heart: "The Fushen stick is mine!"

Just as he was stepping on the imperial weapon, about to turn into a meteor and fight hard, this heavenly dome changed!

Suddenly, the wind, which was already very fierce, became even more violent, and everyone felt that the sea was surging towards them like an endless sea.

"Ahh

Even the sound of falling, even the sound of falling to pieces, could not be heard.

When the rest of the people saw it, their restless fanatical hearts were like a basin of ice water poured on them. Trembling and frightened, they resisted the strong wind and struggled forward inch by inch.

After a while, there were several more terrible shouts, and without looking, you knew that they could not resist the wind again and fell into the abyss.

Everyone gritted their teeth, under this strong wind, let alone ten miles, even flying one mile, they might be exhausted.

Just when everyone felt that it was extremely difficult, the cloudy sky was like a sea of mist, and from it shot out dense wattles like rain, and they were like poisonous snakes, wrapping around the hands and feet of every immortal cultivator. The spikes on these wattles are like the teeth of a viper, and they bite mercilessly.

Moreover, every time they flew forward harder, the wattle not only dragged firmly, but the spikes on it pierced deeper and more painfully.

Originally, the wind had made it difficult for people to move an inch, but now with this torturous thorn, many people not only could not move forward, but retreated weakly.

Gu Hai gritted his teeth, still using his whole body brute force, allowing himself to fly forward again. With every force, the wind whipped him like a knife, and the thorn pierced his bones and even his heart.

He was sweating like rain in pain, his vision was spinning like heaven and earth, and he flew forward an inch more in such a painful situation.

Just this inch, this difficult process, he felt as if it had been an hour.

This has only just begun, and there are still ten miles to go! And every inch of it will be accompanied by pain like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart.

No wonder, the Immortal in the Clouds would say, maybe this is the longest ten miles in the world.

Thinking like this, when the wind cut at him again, when the piercing feeling hit him again, such pain, there are still ten miles away, Gu Hai, who was originally full of confidence, began to wonder, can he hold on to the end?

Just as he was an inch further, he heard a cry in the wind where the devil was crying wolf.

These are all seven-foot men who stand up to the sky! These are all majestic immortal cultivators who are the envy of countless people!

"I ...... I don't participate, I ...... I'm going home......"

I don't know whose cry was, I don't know who was begging like a child, this voice was not only ridiculed by everyone, but actually broke down and infected everyone like a plague.

"Give up, I'm going to give up!"

"Me too, me too!

......

The negative voices that came and went one after another actually covered the rampant wind in the whole sky. At this time, the scene and everyone who began to be full of confidence formed a distinct pole.

Many remained where they were, and did not move. As long as you don't move forward, the pain will disappear immediately.

Some people stay where they are, but others keep going.

Sun Jin, the four wizards, and Ye Zihuo, their faces pale with pain, continued to move forward.

The sweat on the top of Gu Hai's head had soaked his hair, and his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them anymore. He relied on his senses, in the infinite darkness with pain, and flew with difficulty, inch by inch.

He was buried in his head and endured severe pain, but at this time, the voices that wanted to give up were like a strong wind blowing towards him.

Those painful cries that made sense at this moment made his heart, which was not very firm, begin to drift towards collapse.

The wind cut like a knife through his wounds.

It's better to give up, stop now, and it will be much more comfortable.

The spikes seemed to dig into his fingernails and into his heart.

Anyway, his current cultivation is not low, and there are no more people who are his opponents.

Even if you don't have a god, you can become an extraordinary person!

Such a thought made the ancient sea flying forward stop. All the pain was immediately removed from the body.

But although it was easy, he immediately fell into a struggle again. Didn't he come here just to get the Divine Stick?

Is it right or wrong to give up on one's goal because of pain?

In the midst of the contradictions, Gu Hai began to look around, and he found that not only himself, but also many, many people stopped around.

These people who stopped, they were smiling, talking and laughing comfortably, as if there was nothing more comfortable in the world than giving up.

Gu Hai felt that he had found his soulmate, and he immediately wanted to talk to them and get a little comfort.

But just as he was about to speak, someone actually opened his mouth and sneered at those who were still insisting: "Look at them, how stupid they are! ”

When Gu Hai heard these words, he looked at their mockers.

Sun Jin, Shi Lang, Zhang Xiaobao, Xin Yi, Qing Baishi and Ye Zihuo, several of them flew forward inch by inch in the pain of drilling their hearts and in the ridicule of a group of people.

In front of Gu Hai's eyes, if there was thunder, Gu Hai's heart, as if there was an earthquake, was trembling.

He looked around, and he found that these people who stopped around him were all people who were obviously talented but mediocre.

And those who are still moving towards a lofty goal in pain, they are extraordinary people.

Gu Hai gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, the courage in his heart surging like a flood.

"All extraordinary goals must endure unbearable pain for ordinary people! It is because of doing what ordinary people can't do, and because of enduring the pain that ordinary people can't bear, that is an extraordinary person!"

After he had said this, he once again took the long stick and began to chase after the backs of the few figures who had begun to move away towards him.

The wind began to slash through his skin like knives again, and the spikes pierced his heart like a piercing one.

This time, I won't give up again!

Gu Hai roared in his heart, and with eyes like a rock, he stepped forward!