"This staircase, called the Heavenly Road, has a total of 3,000 steps, implying the meaning of 3,000 avenues."

"The pressure of each step of the Heavenly Road will increase, and only the extremely gifted demonic geniuses will have the opportunity to step on the top of the Heavenly Road."

Ye Yuyao spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, she didn't care what the road was or not, Chen Fan only had half an hour left, and she had to rush to the top of the mountain before this time.

Ye Yuyao walked firmly towards the ladder step by step, the coercion became greater and greater, and there were fewer and fewer people, almost having to walk dozens of steps before meeting a person.

When she walked to the two thousand steps, Ye Yuyao was almost unable to hold on, the wounds on her body were under the coercion, she couldn't stop the bleeding at all, she was constantly losing blood, and a wave of dizziness hit, she bit the tip of her tongue hard, and the pain awakened her consciousness.

A white-robed old man's phantom suddenly appeared beside her and said softly:

"Let him go, you can go farther."

"Impossible."

"You are now under the pressure of two people alone, and if you don't let go of him, you won't be able to go up."

"Ahem, I still have a hole card, so you don't have to worry about it." She took out the jade box from her arms and opened it, and inside was a blue-green transparent lotus seed, exuding bursts of fragrance.

This Tianxin Lotus Seed is of great benefit even to the peak master of the foundation building period, if she swallows it now, it will be a pure waste, but human life is at stake, and she can't help but think about it.

Ye Yuyao swallowed the Tianxin Lotus Seed into her abdomen, and a strong breath of life surged in her body, quickly helping her recover her wounds and physical strength.

The wounds all over her body healed in a short period of time, and streams of rich aura erupted in her body, but they were slamming around in the meridians because they couldn't guide her.

Ye Yuyao almost didn't cry out in pain, bit her lip tightly, carried Chen Fan on her back, and walked up step by step.

Two thousand one hundred... Two thousand one hundred and fifty... Two young men appeared in the mist in front of Ye Yuyao's eyes, one carrying a spear and the other holding a sword.

The young man with the spear on his back turned around and glanced at her faintly,

"Yang Wen, kill him." The expression didn't seem to be killing a person, but simply pinching an ant to death.

"Subordinates obey."

The young man with the spear on his back turned around and continued to walk on the road to heaven, leaving the sword-carrying boy Yang Wen.

He pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed his head, Ye Yuyao couldn't avoid it, and a wound was cut on his arm, but the medicinal power of Tianxin Lotus Seed quickly repaired the wound.

Yang Wen's sword is fast! Permit! Vicious! If it weren't for Ye Yuyao's physique far surpassing him, and with the continuous treatment of Tianxin Lotus Seeds, he would have died under his hands long ago.

"I've written it down."

Ye Yuyao gritted her teeth and said.

She put down Chen Fan, the speed of the whole person suddenly increased by three points, Yang Wen stabbed with a sword, but she was directly dodged, Ye Yuyao punched him in the chest with a backhand, directly denting Yang Wen's chest, spurting blood in his mouth, and he couldn't live now.

Ye Yuyao picked up his sword and pierced his heart with a sword.

Looking at Yang Wen, who was dying miserably on the ground, Ye Yuyao, who was killing for the first time, couldn't help but spit out, she wiped her mouth, and forcibly endured her nausea to tie Chen Fan back to her back.

Two thousand two hundred steps, she saw a young man with a gun on his back kneeling on one knee, dead support,

"Yang Qianlei!"

Yang Qianlei struggled to stand up and said viciously,

"Yang Wen didn't kill you, what a waste!"

Ye Yuyao glanced at him coldly, and suddenly stabbed Yang Qianlei with a sword.

Thinking that he was exhausted, he still had the strength to resist, Yang Qianlei jumped back, raised the gun and swept it, but Ye Yuyao did not dodge or dodge, firmly grasped the handle of the gun, Yang Qianlei pulled hard, and Ye Yuyao did not move at all.

"Let go!"

Ye Yuyao grabbed the hand of the handle of the gun, pulled it with all his strength, and directly pulled Yang Qianlei over, and the sword in the other hand slashed at his head.

The fear of death enveloped him, and Yang Qianlei shouted,

"I want to be your apprentice and save me!"

A big hand appeared out of thin air in the void, flicking Ye Yuyao's sword away, and the white-robed old man who had just appeared quietly appeared on this heavenly road.

Seeing that Ye Yuyao had to make a move after failing to make a sword, he shouted angrily,

"Stop!" This sound actually formed a sound wave,

Ye Yuyao only felt that her body was like being struck by lightning, her face was like gold paper, and the blood on her body felt stagnant.

At this stunned moment, the white-robed old man had already grabbed Yang Qianlei and left.

"Phew, garbage!"

Ye Yuyao spit out a mouthful of blood foam and said angrily.

There was not much time left, Ye Yuyao climbed quickly, and everyone along the way looked at her in surprise.

Two thousand five hundred... Two thousand six hundred... Two more people blocked her way, Yue Lan, the fourth on the talent list, and the fifth wind chime.

"How can there be a little beggar here?"

Yue Lan asked with a big grin.

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Yuyao's body was covered with blood and dust, her clothes were ragged, and her face was haggard, only those eyes were still as firm as ever.

"Just a beggar, it's good to get here, don't go up again."

Yue Lan's voice was a little cold,

"Don't! I sensed he was dangerous. ”

The wind chime pulled Yue Lan's arm and whispered in her ear.

"Hmph, a mere beggar can be the opponent of our Xiuzhen family? It's already a great luck to let him get here, and the only one who can go up can be my third prince brother. ”

Yue Lan took out a slender whip and slapped it twice in his hand, there were sharp barbs on the whip, and if he was hit by this kind of whip, he was afraid that he could directly pull off a piece of flesh.

"Fuck off, I don't want to kill." Ye Yuyao's voice was as cold as ice.

Yue Lan was startled and took a step back, her face gloomy and about to drip water.

I was scared by this kind of person! He deserves to die!

"Suffer death!"

Yue Lan's whip was as fast as lightning, Ye Yuyao lifted her sword to block it, her whip wrapped around the sword, and she shook it hard, thinking that Ye Yuyao's sword would be taken away by her, but who knew that she couldn't pull her at all.

Ye Yuyao slashed the whip with a strong sword, held the sword in his backhand, and slashed through Yue Lan's white and tender neck, leaving a thin line of blood.

Yue Lan closed his eyes tightly and pursed his lips, waiting for death to come, only to find that Ye Yuyao had already walked away.

Her face was pale, her eyes were full of tears, and she cried as she hugged the wind chimes.

"Him! He really wanted to kill me! Woooooo ”

The fear of death brought the sixteen-year-old girl to the brink of collapse, and her illustrious family had never even suffered an injury, let alone death.

Two thousand eight hundred... Two thousand nine hundred... There is only one pillar of incense left!

There is only one person left in front of Ye Yuyao, the third prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Yujing!

"Zhou Yujing!"

"You know me?"

The man turned around, his face was full of lightheartedness, the folding fan in his hand was slightly fanned, his face was handsome, his temperament was noble, he was a beautiful boy in the turbid world, and he was a beautiful young man.

The position where he was standing happened to be stuck in front of Ye Yuyao,

"Get out of the way!"

Zhou Yujing was stunned for a moment, this person obviously knew his identity, and he actually ordered himself unceremoniously.

"Get out of the way! Or die! ”

Ye Yuyao mercilessly pressed the sword against Zhou Yujing's chest.

"Then we'll talk next time."

Zhou Yujing smiled indifferently, as if he didn't care about Ye Yuyao's offense.

He got out of the way, Ye Yuyao walked forward quickly, and just as she was about to step on the last step, an incomparably powerful thought descended on her, and Ye Yuyao's limbs felt like they were stuck in the mud, and they were extremely stiff.

"Almost! Just a little bit! ”

Ye Yuyao stretched out her hand with great difficulty, and the heavy pressure crushed her body.

She only felt that her body was extremely tired, and sleepiness came over in bursts.

"No... Can't sleep. ”