"I'm tired, I'm tired... Just stop for a while, there are so many people in the back, let's rest for a while if we walk fast. ”

The weak voice of the clansman floated from behind, followed by a scream.

"Ahh

As soon as the afterglow flickered, the person behind her seemed to have fallen into a cliff, Song Wanling's heart jumped, and she turned around and leaned over to catch it.

Suddenly, her steps faltered, and when she looked down, she saw that her toes had stepped over the edge of the mountain road, and several stones rolled down from her feet.

There was silence all around, and the incessant heartbeat and heavy wheezing in Fang Cai's ears had completely faded away.

Song Wanling took a deep breath, the night was dim, the fresh air was cool, inhaled into her mouth and nose, and she slowly turned around.

The sideburns were wet against the cheeks, and the eyebrows and eyes were moist.

I saw that the surroundings were empty, and the mountain road was no longer as narrow and rugged as before, and it could be seen at a glance.

But the stairs in front of it seemed to go straight to the clouds, the black fog was bleak, Song Wanling clenched her hand, and then the bamboo cane in her hand fell to the ground.

She unhurriedly straightened her clothes, and tied up her loose hair until the hem of her skirt was pulled up at her feet.

She slowly but firmly went up step by step, step by step, and the darkness was trampled under her feet.

A little bit of the sky whitened, the ominous black fog turned into elegant and agile white clouds, and the cliffs covered by clouds and mist seemed to be full of fairy energy.

Fresh air on the tip of the nose is invigorating.

The crisp cries of birds and chickadees are heard, and the apricot blossoms and peach blossoms on the cliff side are blooming one after another, and the scenery is elegant and spiritual.

Everything is so beautiful that you can't help but stop, and the mountain road ahead is long.

There was a large open field beside the road, and on a verdant color, a quaint pavilion stood there.

I saw that there seemed to be tea and pastries in the pavilion.

And the stone stairs one step after another at the foot do not seem to have been walked for a while, and the end is still so far away.

Song Wanling raised her eyes and looked at the blue sky with rolling clouds, beads of sweat rolling across her eyes, bringing a tingling pain.

The corners of her mouth hooked, and she didn't look at the pavilion, and continued to walk step by step.

After that, there was finally a little voice in front, and when they walked over, it was a familiar figure, and they beckoned to Song Wanling.

"Ling'er, come and sit down."

The young and handsome brother said with concern.

The clan sister who was about to cry before had a smile on her face at this time.

"The spiritual power here is so abundant, and I have a sign of a breakthrough after meditating for a while.

When everyone replenishes all their spiritual power, they will definitely be able to speed up! ”

Song Wanling only smiled faintly, and climbed up without squinting, and the magic clothes she was wearing were under the confinement of the aura, just like ordinary clothes.

Storage bags cannot be opened.

The dress was already wet with sweat, and a piece of wetness stuck to the body.

At this time, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, the sky was dark, and it began to rain, and the wind blew, and the wind and rain were mixed.

Although the square is endless, the gentle staircase becomes uneven and uneven.

Song Wanling slipped and fell to the ground, falling on the protruding stone steps, her forehead was bloody, and her palm was scratched.

Pursing her lips, she got up with the same expression and continued to climb up slowly.

His face was as pale as paper, and the sweat of beans kept rolling down, and some of them slipped from the side of his eyes, and the tails of his eyes were red, as if he was crying.

But her eyebrows and eyes are calm, and her eyes are flashing with perseverance and tenacity that will never give up.

Although the body is petite, it is like the crisp green grass in a storm, stubborn and very tough.

The clouds dispersed, the wind and rain gradually stopped, and the sun pierced the clouds and shone on the earth.

The fragrant flowers and green grass on both sides of the cliff, the water droplets rolled and flashed a little light, and the beauty was like crystal.

The already soaked clothes slowly dried naturally, Song Wanling's eyes fluctuated, and she continued to walk forward.

The stone steps became flatter and flatter, and the spiritual power operated automatically, and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be abundant and liquefied.

Taking a deep breath, the original formless and tasteless aura seems to turn into the sweetest nectar.

Song Wanling's tired body seemed to be soaked in a spiritual spring, and the spiritual power in her body was running rapidly, and she was about to sit down in place uncontrollably.

[From darkness to dawn, according to such a time, it has long passed the appointed time.

Since you can't become a disciple of the Linghe sect, why don't you stop here?

There is plenty of aura here, and if you can break through one or two layers, you will definitely not lose anything...]

The voice of the trade-off in my heart came out.

Song Wanling raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her face, lowered her head and bent over, but the hem of her skirt hung down.

Immediately, his chin was raised, and the abundant spiritual power was transformed into shield light and rose under his feet.

Song Wanling spread her hands at her side, and the spiritual light carried her upwards at great speed.

In the blink of an eye, it seemed that most of the stairs had been crossed, and the body walked lightly through the steep and wet cliffs.

The hem of her hair fluttered, and she returned to her unbridled monkhood.

But after a while, a strong force of gravity in the sky came to oppress.

The aura under Song Wanling's feet dissipated, and she fell to the ground in embarrassment, raised her head, and knelt on the ground.

I saw all the wild flowers, larks, kingfishers, stone pavilions, flat fields, and towering cliffs around me.

The clouds were filled, and her figure rose and fell, as if suspended in the air and swayed on stone piers made of boulders.

There is a half-zhang distance between each stone pier.

Song Wanling stood up, her eyes calm and calm.

"Thousand-step Cloud Ladder, the final test of joining the sect began when the warning voice of the disciples of the Linghe Sect came out!"

As the words fell, she used her spiritual power, let out a clear sigh, raised her arms, and jumped into the stone pier in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred steps broke through, but at the same time, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the surrounding spiritual energy was very abundant, but it could not be inhaled into the body.

Song Wanling did not insist on absorbing aura.

At this time, a rock in front of her was higher, and the vines that drooped naturally fell to the next staircase where she was.

She crawled straight up the vine with a squirming body, her weak and thin body swaying in the wind.

Sometimes a hurricane blows, and the slender vines creak and creak, as if they are about to break at any moment.

Or if she can't hold it, she'll be thrown out.

When the frightened finally climbed up, Zhihai was tired and drowsy.

Finally, the stone stairs suspended in the void and far apart were crossed.

In front of it are steps made of white jade, which really fit the ladder.

It just didn't take a few steps, and the gravity was getting stronger and stronger.

Song Wanling barely walked out of the five, snorted, and knelt heavily on the ground, her knees hurting.

Her head hung down, and her black hair slipped down to cover half of her cheeks.

At this moment, a gentle hand brushed her hair and wiped the sweat from her face with a soft brocade handkerchief.

"Ling'er, why are you embarrassed like this?"

A soft voice of incomprehensible worry came to my ears.

Song Wanling's eyes trembled, and she turned her head to look at it, and there was a pair of gentle eyes that were worried and not fake at all.

Looking at the gentle and small face in front of her, she lowered her eyes and shouted in a low voice, "Sister Yue..."

At the same time, there was a pulling force in the arm, and Song Wan's spirit body was involuntarily pulled up.

As soon as he stood up, a soft chuckle came from his ears, "Our little genius will also be embarrassed like this?"

Weaker than my third-level Qi cultivation cultivator, how can two elders like you rest assured that you will go out for a wandering. ”

Song Wanling looked up and said calmly, "Thank you, Sister Yue." ”

Song Wanyue smiled with her eyebrows, her reddish lips were slightly upturned, but then the light red on her lips turned blood-red.

She opened her mouth, but a stream of blood snaked down from her mouth, instantly staining her clean white dress.

……