In the blink of an eye, blood flowed over the ladder beneath his feet, like a ladder made of bloodstone.

Song Wanling's feet were slippery, and she barely stood firm, and saw the woman around her who had grown up with her since childhood full of resentment.

and his eyes were full of disbelief and overwhelming sadness.

"Ling'er, why did you kill me?

I'm in so much pain!

I have spent fifteen years of cultivation to reach the peak of the third layer of qi refining, and the spiritual power of the dantian is overflowing, and I can only break through with a little bit, and I can store more spiritual power!

And if you pass through the water sword forged with spiritual power, it will ruin my fifteen years of hard work, fifteen years! It's killing me! ”

Her dantian was pierced through a long sword that exuded sharp intent, and her face was full of pain, like a cuckoo crying blood, and her voice was poignantly questioned.

Song Wanling staggered forward, reaching out and tremblingly grasping the exposed hilt of the sword.

Song Wanyue spurted out a mouthful of blood at this time, sprinkled on her face, a warm and sticky one.

Song Wanyue said sadly: "What I believe in the most is you!"

You call me Sister Yue, and I call you Sister Ling.

Ling'er, do you know? Growing up, you are the most important thing in my mind!

I think if there is a trade-off, you are more important than the family that raised me.

So I won't blame your spirit sister, even if you kill me, destroy my cultivation, and cut off my path, I won't blame you, it's just that it hurts......"

The blood-stained hand pressed on Song Wanling's shoulder, and Song Wanyue trembled and cried in a pleading voice:

"Ling'er take away my dantian sword, otherwise my death will be so painful, and I won't be able to free myself until I die.

I will be wiped out after pulling out this sword, I don't blame you, you have forgotten me, and our sisterhood will disappear together in the future. ”

Song Wanling pursed her mouth, half of her face was as white as porcelain, delicate and soft, half of her face was stained with blood, and her chin was dripping with snow drops, looking like a ghost.

With tears in her eyes, she said tremblingly, "Okay, I want Sister Yue to go peacefully..."

As she spoke, her cold, trembling hand grasped the hilt of the sword right in front of her and took a step back.

The water sword moved inside the human body, and a clear sound was heard, and a heart-rending low roar came from the person in front of him.

Song Wanling burst into tears, looked away, pulled her arms hard, and instantly the other half of her face was also dyed red by the blood lines that shot out.

As soon as I opened my eyes, scarlet overflowed my eyes.

The spiritual power around her surged around, and the soaked blood dress of the person opposite turned into a clean white dress that had existed in her memory for fifteen years.

The thin figure is uncertain, as if it is about to turn into a glimmer of light and completely dissipate in this world.

Song Wanling hurriedly took a few steps forward.

Under the other party's reluctant, hateful and loving gaze, her expression suddenly became cold.

Raising his hand, he swung away the water sword that was constantly flowing with blood beads, sharp and swift, without mercy.

"Song Wanyue's" shattered face was full of disbelief, but then it completely turned into quicksand and disappeared into the void.

Song Wanling turned around suddenly, her eyebrows and eyes were awe-inspiring, and her momentum was magnificent, and the spiritual power of her whole body was condensed in this water sword, which was also about to turn into quicksand and dissipate.

In an instant, the water sword stopped dissolving, and then endless waves of water bloomed, and all the water droplets scattered out, flying rapidly in all directions.

It was as if the heavens and the earth were shaken, and the surrounding picture was torn apart, like the sound of a mirror being smashed.

The blood-colored staircase under his feet was instantly washed away from the scarlet, and the cloud ladder was restored to its purity but heavy meaning.

The warmth and viscosity on her face faded, and Song Wanling didn't care about this, but raised her eyes to look.

There was only one last staircase in front of her, but it seemed easy to cross her ankles.

With her hands at her sides, clenched into fists, she slowly lifted her foot and stepped on the last step, with ease.

With a slight push, the other foot can easily step on it.

Looking at the flat ground in front of her toes, Song Wanling was about to walk subconsciously, when her body shook violently.

An invisible aura shone on her head, then slowly descended from the top of her head like a spiritual ring, and finally disappeared beneath her feet.

Suddenly, she seemed to be swept clean from the inside out, and there was a kind of shame of being exposed in public.

But only for a moment.

Song Wanling adjusted her emotions, raised her eyes calmly, and saw that she was standing on the vast and vast field.

There are a few flickering thrones on the high platform above, which are not real.

And around the square were the disciples of the Spirit Peace Sect, and they stood solemnly and upright.

Song Wanling's tense figure relaxed, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and the condensation of her eyebrows receded.

A starry smile emerged from the translucent apricot eyes, as bright as stars.

She's passed the trial!

After passing through the thousand-step ladder, he is qualified to become a disciple of the Linghe Sect.

Daddy, my daughter lives up to your expectations!

"This little girl has good qualifications, her spiritual power is pure, and her heart is even more firm, not a flowery frame built up by resources.

It is the first name of this introductory trial. ”

On the high platform there are several thrones lined up, on which sit monks of all colors.

Some sat upright with solemn expressions.

Some sit casually, as if they were in their own houses.

Some of them recline with their eyes closed, lazy and comfortable.

And among the thrones, the throne that was about to take a half step forward, the young man who was sitting upright nodded and said.

The closed-eyed man opened his eyes slightly and looked at it with interest.

Their high platform was quite a distance from the ground, and Song Wanling was still in the middle and back of the field.

But this glance is very simple for the monks on the high platform, they don't need spiritual power, they don't need to use spells.

It's like a natural thing for a person to look up at the front of him.

Because they are all Jindan real people!

In the transformation of the god of the powerful hermit does not come out, Venerable Yuanying ignores ordinary mundane things, and this Jindan real person is already a person at the top of the pyramid of the cultivation realm.

"Let's see what's in the back of it."

glanced at Song Wanling and looked at the delicate little girl.

A Jin Dan real person wearing a red robe, a strong body, and a beard on his face shook his head and said.

He pondered that to recruit a disciple in this big opening of the mountain gate, he must have good qualifications and a good heart, and he will pass on the truth to him in the future.

And this little baby is Shui Linggen, too many girls love beauty, and they may not really want to go to the fire room with him all day to refine weapons, or find a solid one.

The young man who spoke first nodded with a smile.

Silence returned to the high platform.

And the silent square slowly chaotic footsteps came, and more and more people passed through the thousand-step ladder.

Even if everyone is in control, the excitement is excited.

But the sound of footsteps, heartbeats, and breathing was mixed together, making the surroundings no longer as quiet as they had been at the beginning.

Song Wanling glanced at the people around her, she was no longer alone, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Then he carefully searched for the people of the Song clan, and after a while, he only found three familiar figures.

The four of them gathered together, and Song Wanling was one step ahead of them.

She lowered her head and thought that the head of the family said that it was the luck of the Song family that four of the eight selected disciples could officially become disciples of the Linghe Sect, but she really did what he said.

This is not a disappointment to the family's expectations.

Feeling the different gazes in the sky, Song Wanling didn't think much about it in her heart, and bowed her head respectfully.

A magic circle lit up ahead, and the line quickly lined up to test their spiritual roots at the end.

However, no matter how bad the spiritual root is, it will not be expelled from the Linghe faction if it passes that series of tests.

And the thousand-step ladder, imprisoning spiritual power, is a test of whether the disciple's heart to seek the Tao is strong.

It requires a strong heart and the ability to withstand temptation.

The second level of aura is restored, but whether the ladders suspended in the air can survive by their own abilities.

In the process of cultivation, in addition to the tenacity of the heart, it is also necessary to have indomitable courage.

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