After separating from Jia Yi, Zhong Zihao accelerated his speed and moved forward, climbing higher and higher in the direction of the peak.

In this process, he saw a lot of martial artists who had reached the limit, and they withdrew from the team of climbing the Divine Peak one by one;

It can be said that Zhong Zihao's process of climbing the Divine Peak was accompanied by blood and killing.

At most, he faced as many as forty powerhouses at the same time, and three of them were in the late stage of the Creation Realm.

In that battle, Zhong Zihao's background was exhausted, and even the demonic blood was stimulated and burned partially, and he killed nearly thirty people with serious injuries, breaking the opponent's joint strength.

After this battle, Zhong Zihao did not dare to show up for more than a month, and found a cave on the spot to heal his wounds, until his state recovered to his peak, and then he re-embarked on the journey.

What he didn't expect was that after fighting for more than fifty days in a row, the origin of the sword still hadn't been fully comprehended, but in terms of cultivation, in the continuous accumulation, it was gradually approaching the middle stage of the Creation Realm.

On this day, Zhong Zihao climbed to the height of 6,000 zhang of the Divine Peak!

At this position, almost all of them had to face more than 5,000 times the gravitational oppression, and there were not many martial artists still left in the Divine Peak, and the total number was less than fifty.

"What is at the top of the Divine Peak, and why does it give me this feeling?"

Zhong Zihao looked up at the peak, but saw that the dense breath was getting thicker and thicker, and even gave birth to an inexplicable summoning sense, as if there was a voice calling him above.

"Boy, I've finally waited for you!"

As soon as he turned a mountain col, a voice containing Sen Leng murderous intent suddenly sounded: "I didn't expect you to reach such a height, it really surprised me." ”

Turning his head to look, it was a short-haired young man with high knotted arms and muscles, who was holding a white jade wine jug in his hand, and was reclining on the stone wall railing on one side, his eyes glancing at Zhong Zihao.

Although the man was sitting, his posture looked tall and straight, and a silver mask covered half of his face from the bridge of his nose, which made people feel more and more eerie.

"Are you from Liangyi Tower?"

Zhong Zihao has seen too much along the way in this situation, so he didn't feel strange, but asked interestingly.

"Although the people of Liangyi Tower want to deal with you the most, and the purpose is also to take your life and snatch resources, these reasons can't make me Yan Haoyu tempted. ”

The masked young man poured another sip of wine into his mouth as he spoke: "I am from Tianhemen, and I have nothing to do with Liangyi Tower!"

"Tianhemen?"

Zhong Zihao was a little surprised, these days, he was indeed besieged by disciples from major forces, but the only thing that made him happy was that there were no people from Tianhemen involved.

Perhaps the disciples of the Tianhe Sect had been secretly instructed by Gongsun Bo in advance, and no one wanted to offend this big man who Gongsun Master could not provoke, but this also made people even more uncertain about the motives of the masked youth.

"Yan Haochu is my cousin!"

The masked youth didn't explain too much, and a simple sentence made Zhong Zihao understand the cause and effect.

On Gongsun Bo's birthday, Yan Haochu was fined for slandering him for forging invitations, and he lost the qualification to enter Shenfeng to compete for opportunities.

Afterwards, Zhong Zihao was regarded as a celestial by Gongsun Bo with a blood-stained rag, and his status was even more unattainable for the younger generation of disciples.

However, Yan Haochu had been imprisoned by the Tianhe Gate, and he couldn't even get out of the mountain gate, so he tried his best to get his cousin to take action and avenge his shame.

"I've heard of you, known as the first person in the young generation of Tianhemen. ”

Zhong Zihao paid attention to Yan Haochu for a while, and suddenly said an inexplicable sentence: "If my guess is right, you didn't wait for me here." ”

"What do you mean?"

Yan Haoyu's face turned pale, he got up and put away the wine jug, and he took out a heavy gong that exuded a rich blood aura, and asked sharply.

Zhong Zihao's face was expressionless: "The height of 6,000 zhang and the gravity of 5,000 times, according to common sense, are already the limits that almost everyone can reach, and you are the same!"

"Judging from the traces left on the ground, you stayed here for at least half a month, just because you were unwilling to leave, but you couldn't think of a way to continue moving forward, you had to give up, that's all. ”

"So, avenging your cousin is just an excuse for you to attack me, in the end, you just don't want anyone to be able to walk in front of you, or rather, you don't want anyone to go further than you in the Divine Peak!"

Yan Haoyu's face gradually became hideous, and he immediately returned to normal: "Boy, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing for people to be too smart. ”

Zhong Zihao didn't hear it, his eyes were still wandering in the distance, and he said to himself: "How long has Lan Moxi passed?"

"How do you know that Lan Moxi is ahead?" Yan Haoyu's whole body suddenly trembled, and he asked in disbelief.

"According to the law of gravity increase of the Divine Peak, all the strong people who enter here, except for Lan Moxi, no one can reach the height of seven thousand zhang!"

Zhong Zihao did not pretend to be mysterious, and replied directly.

"What? Seven thousand feet!"

Yan Haoyu's complexion changed again, he thought that Lan Moxi could continue to move forward through a height of six thousand zhang, it was just a coincidence, but he didn't expect that in Zhong Zihao's eyes, this was not an accident, but a long time ago.

Moreover, spanning 6,000 zhang and reaching 7,000 zhang are two completely different concepts, which will mean that Lan Moxi is at least 1,000 zhang ahead of Yan Haoyu!

This is by no means a fact that he can accept!

"Seven thousand zhang is only a conservative estimate, according to my speculation, she may be able to support eight thousand zhang!" Zhong Zihao nodded affirmatively.

"No way!"

Yan Haoyu sneered: "Since the birth of the Divine Peak in the Red Flame Star, the outside world only says that no one has ever reached the top of Ten Thousand Zhang, but I know that no one has ever reached the height of Eight Thousand Zhang!"

"The records you know are only based on the disciples of your five major forces, but just because you can't does it doesn't mean that others can't!" Zhong Zihao shook his head and chuckled.

"Why can't you represent everyone?"

Yan Haoyu retorted: "Whether it is status or cultivation, Lan Moxi is not as good as me, and her master, the Crescent Moon Fairy, is not as good as my uncles and uncles in Tianhemen, I will never believe that she can reach a height of eight thousand zhang!"

"Some people are born to break a certain record!"

Zhong Zihao didn't continue to explain, suddenly turned his hand, and slowly took out the sword and pointed diagonally ahead: "Hurry up and make a move, solve you, I still have to go to the peak to have a look." ”

"Another madman!"

Yan Haoyu stepped out and drew a brilliant spark on the hard rock ground: "Even if you can break the height of climbing the Divine Peak like Lan Moxi, but when you meet me, there is no possibility of continuing to move forward!"

(End of chapter)