The higher he rose, the greater the resistance, and Zhang Yifeng felt a terrifying sense of oppression all over his body, as if he was in a confined space, and this space was squeezing him.

Poof!

I don't know how long it has been rising, Zhang Yifeng still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and he felt that the internal organs of his whole body were about to be crushed by this inexplicable pressure.

Zhang Yifeng stopped, he was a little hesitant to continue up.

Just as he hesitated, a drop of dew invisible to the naked eye dripped from above and dripped on Zhang Yifeng's arm.

The warm burning sensation came instantly, and Zhang Yifeng seemed to have a sea of fire in the sea of consciousness.

Of course, it was just a hallucination that he had all of a sudden.

"It's ...... Dew! ”

Zhang Yifeng's body trembled, this water droplet containing the breath of flame must be the dew of the Netherworld Ghost Tree. In other words, above the sky, in the midst of the ghostly atmosphere, is there really a tree?

Nether Fruit Tree, which grows on top of the entire Divine City?

All kinds of questions made Zhang Yifeng make up his mind and decided to move forward. The aura of the whole body was running to the extreme, and the battle immortal body was also quietly running.

Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint golden light, like a divine son, riding on the Crack of the Sky and continuing to step forward.

A strange scene appeared, the distance increased again, Zhang Yifeng thought that the pressure would become bigger and bigger, but in the end, the pressure was getting smaller and smaller.

I don't know how long it took to ascend, but a black staircase came into view, this staircase was formed by ghostly energy, like a road to hell.

At this time, the surrounding scene had completely changed, except for the black staircase, the surrounding ghost qi had disappeared, and when he raised his head, he could see the illusory Yuqing Dao Array in the air.

Zhang Yifeng didn't know how high he flew, but he hadn't flown out of the Yuqing Dao Array, it seemed that that the ghost qi contained the method of Sumeru, and the original 100,000 zhang ghost qi was condensed within a hundred zhang.

The black ladder is full of weirdness. On both sides of the ladder, there are white clouds, and the whole black ladder seems to be built in the mist, like a road to heaven to the fairyland, and like a ghost road to hell.

Zhang Yifeng frowned, there are no trees in the air, so where is the Netherworld Ghost Fire? Where does dew come from?

It looks like you have to climb this black staircase. He's already here, and there's no way he's going to give up halfway.

Approaching the black ladder step by step, Zhang Yifeng found that on both sides of the staircase, the ghost qi formed a lot of patterns, and there were all kinds of flowers, grasses, insects, fish, birds and beasts, which were wonderful.

Ascending the Black Staircase, nothing has changed or been in any danger.

Zhang Yifeng sped up, intending to quickly pass through the black staircase.

However, this black staircase seems to have no end, you can see the end, but you can't go to the end, this feeling makes people a little broken.

Just when Zhang Yifeng was thinking about whether there was a phantom array or a maze, the surrounding environment finally changed.

The original white weapon actually had a trace of blood, at first, there was only a trace of this mist, and then it became thicker and thicker.

It only took a few breaths, and the mist completely turned blood-colored, and there was a faint murderous intent.

This scene is really terrifying.

If it was an ordinary martial artist, he would have been too frightened to move forward, but Zhang Yifeng had seen a lot of dangerous places in his previous life, and he was naturally not frightened by this scene, so he stopped for a while and continued to move forward.

Ahead, the blood-colored mist was even thicker, and the smell of blood rushed to the face, as if the air was not wafting with water vapor, but blood vapor formed by the evaporation of blood.

The blood-colored steps seemed endless, and Zhang Yifeng had been walking for several hours, but there was still no trend of reaching the end.

Zhang Yifeng felt groggy and wanted to sleep, but fortunately, there was a rhizome of the wisdom tree in the sea, and the wisdom tree emitted a bubbling clear stream, which kept Zhang Yifeng awake.

Zhang Yifeng was indomitable, and the Buddhist clothes on his body were shining gold, as if he had been resisting something.

I don't know if I'm moving forward Suddenly, suddenly, a bloody corpse appeared in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

Zhang Yifeng frowned at that time.

Because among those corpses, he saw familiar people, monk Jueyuan, virtuous Taoists, Luo Badao, Gongsun Rong, and even Luo Ziyi and Luo Yanran.

Their deaths were horrific and horrific.

Monk Jueyuan had his eyes gouged out and his throat cut; A huge blood hole appeared in the stomach of the virtuous man, and blood flowed out in a pool; Luo Badao's head and body were separated, and his two round eyes seemed to be looking at Zhang Yifeng.

Gongsun Rong was cut off by the waist, Luo Yanran fell to his side, and half of his body was gone.

Next to Luo Yanran, there were He Yajiao, Lin Siying, and Mengni Dressing...... Even his sister Zhang Kexin.

All the people he liked, even those he didn't like, or who had crossed paths, were all on the top of the steps.

In addition, there were many other corpses, densely packed, like a mountain of corpses.

His friends died, and so did his loved ones.

The scene in front of him was absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people, but Zhang Yifeng just shook his head lightly and said lightly: "This little illusion also wants to stump me." ”

He didn't even look at the corpses all over the ground, and walked directly on the corpses, even in the face of Zhang Kexin's corpse, he didn't stop.

Finally, the bones were gone, and Zhang Yifeng reached the peak of the steps.

Suddenly, the black steps disappeared, and Zhang Yifeng was in the depths of a huge and boundless space.

The sky in this space was also glowing with a faint blood light, and the ground was full of white bones of various shapes, as far as the eye could see.

There were still fresh corpses around these bones.

Most of these corpses were mutilated, some had lost arms, some had lost legs, some had lost half of their faces, and some had their stomachs hollowed out, as if they had been gnawed by beasts, and they looked disgusting.

The wind blowing from an unknown direction around me made people feel chills down their spines.

There is nothing else but that.

After stepping up the stairs, he seemed to have arrived in an endless killing field.

Zhang Yifeng first observed and made sure that there was no danger around, so he walked forward to find a way out.

Choosing a direction, he kept moving forward, believing that the space would not be endless.

One day...... Two days...... 10 days...... One month!

A scene that made Zhang Yifeng a little desperate appeared, he moved in one direction, and walked for a full month, without the slightest sign of going to the edge.

White bones, rotten meat, rotting corpses!

It's all over the place!

Nothing else.

In the vast Ancient Killing Field, there was no other sound except for the creepy clicking sound of Zhang Yifeng stepping on the broken bones.

Zhang Yifeng walked aimlessly like this, time passed day by day, but the strange thing was that Zhang Yifeng didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or even tired at all!