The gamblers often blushed and said to his doubters with bloodshot eyes, "I think I can definitely turn the book on this one!" ”

Those who love pleasure always tell themselves "one last time" that this time is really "the last time".

The children always knelt on the ground with blue noses and swollen faces, and promised their tired and shivering parents that they would study hard in the future.

It's like the Holy Kingdom thinks that I will be able to pounce.

He had already adjusted his posture when he was in the air, spread his arms and legs, and once he landed on the mountain, he only needed to hold any of the points of force to succeed.

Ideals are always beautiful until they are practiced.

So the gambler lost again.

Players finish playing one last time and then think about another last time.

Once again, the child went home with a failed test paper with a nervous mood.

Just like the Holy Country, he couldn't pick any of the so-called "focus points" at all, and the whole person rolled and slid directly down the mountain. At this time, he was terrified in his heart, because he felt pain, pain that went to the marrow of his bones! The skin on the surface of the body was torn apart by the rugged and steep mountain rocks, revealing the muscles and white bones inside. Bones were constantly broken and broken, and his brain, which had lost his center of gravity in the rolling, buzzed violently, and the picture in front of him became dim, and then .......

No then.

He was startled, and immediately lost his balance, and fell directly from the only place on the top of the mountain where he could stand again, and everything he had just experienced was playing out again, of course, this time the situation was slightly better. He fell straight down, and after about a dozen seconds of free fall, he was split in half by a rock that looked like a vertical blade.

Half remains on top and generally continues to fall downward.

It was a long time for hours before he closed his eyes weakly.

This time, he came to his senses, so he didn't move when he felt his body again. As his gaze cleared, he returned, this time feeling differently.

It is a "world that does not exist" and at the same time a real world. The fluorescence on his body may be the creation given to him by Zuo Ci. He didn't know if it was a time backtracking or a material reorganization, but there was one thing, he wouldn't die until he landed alive.

Take a deep breath and start challenging this mountain full of limits again. This time, instead of swinging over, he tried to pick at the gap in the horizontal rock face and move it little by little. This time, he moved two meters forward, his fingers could no longer bear his weight, and even though he had gritted his teeth, he still couldn't help but let go naturally.

For the ninth time, he had found a trick, no longer simply using his fingers to carry the weight of his body, the muscles on his fingers were like caterpillars pushing up circles of muscles, replacing the muscle fibers that were not tired with the muscles that had lost some strength.

This time, he was only three meters away from being able to touch the rock mass below.

Again and again, he failed again and again, fell into a pulp, or was poked into a sieve by a stone. The worst time was that his flesh and blood were scraped off by sharp rocks, but he was not completely dead until his skeleton was shattered.

Countless deaths have taught him countless small tricks, one or two small tricks may not be of any use to him, but when quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, the Holy Kingdom becomes different.

He knows his body well in the midst of successes and failures, and he can feel the state of each of his muscle fibers, and to a certain extent, let these muscle fibers move. He was so familiar with every structure, every detail of his body, that he couldn't be more familiar.

From twenty meters, to one hundred meters.

From a hundred meters, to a thousand meters!

At most once, he could see the earth, the forests and other towering peaks in the distance.

I don't know the years, I don't know the time, it seems that from his birth to his death, the only fate is to conquer this mountain called "Tongtian" by the Zuo Ci immortals! His mind was completely occupied by this mountain!

After forgetting the years and time, a figure nimbled down the mountain. When this figure fell to the ground, the one with his feet on the ground, he burst into tears and even hesitated.

What else can I do without climbing mountains?

Just after he stepped on the earth for a while, Zuo Ci appeared.

The moment the two met, Zuo Ci didn't even say hello, and raised his crutches and poked at the Holy Kingdom. Shengguo also looked at Zuo Ci a little blankly and poked himself, he looked at the old man a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when and where he saw it.

When the tip of Zuo Ci's crutch was about to touch the surface of Shengguo's body, the muscles at the point where the tip of his crutch landed actually fell down. All the muscles, blood vessels, bones, and internal organs were squeezed aside, and when the tip of the crutch pierced a thin layer of epidermis, it had actually pierced the body of the Holy Kingdom?!

Not a single trace of blood was shed, nor did it cause any substantial harm to the Holy Kingdom. When Zuo Ci held the crutches in his arms again, the "passage" on the Shengguo's body that was transparent and circular before and after was immediately filled again.

This is the mystery of the wind body cloud body, completely controlling every detail of your body, even every cell.

Zuo Ci nodded with satisfaction, he stretched out a finger and poked at the forehead of the Holy Kingdom, the Holy Kingdom obviously wanted to dodge, but the body seemed to be completely imprisoned. All active cells became motionless, as if they were completely dead.

The finger lightly touched the forehead of the Holy Kingdom, and the Holy Kingdom fell to the ground with a bang, everything that had been experienced flashed quickly in front of his eyes, and the excess things were stripped away, leaving only the deepest understanding of the wind body and cloud body.

The next moment, he opened his eyes.

He was still lying in the crypt, and something on the topsoil had begun to dig up, but there was no longer the slightest panic on his face. The terrible wounds on the body were healing rapidly, and the broken muscle fibers were pouring out from both sides of the broken wound like the tentacles of a monster, tangling together.

When a ray of light shot into the cave, the Holy Kingdom reacted, and the sky was already dawn. A nose that was clearly a canine poked in through the breach, and after sniffing, it seemed to smell blood, and began to squeeze desperately inside.

Shengguo raised his hand, pinched this sharp tone, and squeezed it hard, and suddenly felt the animal in his hand, and began to struggle violently.