The Nine Sacred Mountains are located on the earth, not tall, but they are surrounded by a divine aura.

Zhang Fan walked forward, and didn't go far before he found that there were several treasure medicines planted on the side of the road, similar to the scene in the small world of Chaohai Pavilion's trial, all of them were treasure medicines that had been medicinal for a long time.

He picked a few nearby herbs and sat down on the spot to heal his wounds.

After he took the medicine, it turned into a liquid medicine that flowed through his limbs, exuding medicinal power to heal his wounds, and the wounds on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few hours and several medicinal plants, his injuries were finally healed.

Looking at the nine holy mountains, Zhang Fan was slightly excited that this was Shenzang, and he walked towards the holy mountain.

'Huh'

Several black streaks suddenly struck him, with a whining sound.

Zhang Fan dodged sideways, and then grabbed a black shadow.

"Is this a vine?"

In his hand, he grasped a vine the thickness of an arm, the skin of the vine was rough and vigorous, and it emanated with the fluctuations of the psychic realm.

The vines kept writhing and tried to break free, but how powerful was his body now?

'Boom'

The ground was raised, and countless black shadows rushed out of the ground, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

It was a dragon-like vine, several feet long, and the arm-thick vine grew from its main body.

"This is a psychic vine? No, the spiritual sense is ignorant, and the strength of the psychic realm is empty, but there is no primordial god dominance, just like the stone beast. ”

Although the spiritual wisdom has not yet opened, this vine is still powerful, and every branch has the power of the psychic realm.

But it happened to be overcome, this vine does not use spells, only kills the enemy with great strength, and he has never been afraid of competing with physical brute force.

'Poof'

The vines in his hand were torn off by him, and a green liquid dripped down, crystal clear and exuding a hazy halo.

"This breath ... Stronger than a semi-spiritual elixir?" a look of surprise flashed across his face.

He took a few drops of liquid and swallowed it, and a wave of relief swept through his body.

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, this green liquid had a special activity, it was a great tonic, and its medicinal power was several times stronger than that of the treasure medicine.

'Hm'Hm'

Several vines were drawn, like a dragon rolling, and he kept tearing them off, and then ingested the dripping green liquid with his mana.

In a few moments, he ingested dozens of drops of green liquid and swallowed it, and there were dozens of vines of different lengths on the ground.

It's not that his strength is enough to kill a creature in the psychic realm in an instant, but that this vine doesn't know magic and only hurts people with brute force, which is right in his arms.

The main vine that resembles a dragon burrowed into the ground and hidden, Zhang Fan did not kill it all, maybe after tens of thousands of years, this vine will give birth to a true divine consciousness and turn into a living being.

He continued to walk forward, ascending the first sacred mountain, several chains of order wrapped around him, and a powerful pressure appeared, as if he was carrying a large mountain on his back.

It's just that this pressure is unhindered for him, his physical body is now so strong that it is unbelievably stronger, and after every battle, his physical body will be better than before, this is a kind of transformation that lurks in the depths of the body, very slow, almost imperceptible, but it is going on all the time.

With the power of his physical body, he crossed three sacred mountains in one breath and obtained several kinds of spells recorded on the stone tablets.

Along the way, I saw many strains of treasure medicines, not to mention more than a dozen of them on each holy mountain, almost all of them were semi-spiritual treasure medicines.

He was surprised in his heart, and then relieved, Wenshan Pavilion was famous for refining medicine in Xinghai Mountain, and the quality of the treasure medicine in this trial small world was higher than that of Chaohai Pavilion in the trial small world, and it was normal.

The chain of order descended from the fourth holy mountain faintly exuded the fluctuations of the psychic realm, Zhang Fan grinned, this fourth holy mountain is the psychic realm, and the ninth holy mountain has been returned?

This is not that Wenshan Pavilion's trial is sad Chaohai Pavilion, but Zhang Fan's own strength has improved, and the corresponding difficulty of the trial has also increased.

The chain of order shone brightly, each one of them seemed to be condensed from thousands of miles of mountains, extremely heavy, and when he stepped down, it was a finger's deep footprint.

His blood burned and strengthened his body, and he stepped forward step by step, his forehead filled with dust and formed mud on his face.

It took him a day and a night to make it through the sixth sacred mountain.

At this time, he seemed to have just been fished out of the water, his whole body was soaked, his eyes were bloodshot, and the green tendons on his neck bulged like a dragon.

"Whew... I'd rather fight the Psychic Monks. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath and grumbling.

This trial seems simple, just carrying a weight forward, but in fact, it can make people so depressed that they vomit blood.

For more than ten hours, the Shenyue was moving forward like a turtle, each step required a lot of mental energy, and the surrounding area was empty and silent, lifeless, and this kind of pressure could drive people crazy.

Zhang Fan casually tore off a treasure medicine from the side of the road, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it like a cow chewing a peony.

Then he lay down on the spot and fell asleep, the consumption of the physical body was actually fine, and he could recover with a treasure pill, but what was really tired was the mental pressure.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhang Fan opened his eyes and felt that he was in an excellent state.

He stepped into the seventh sacred mountain, and as soon as he stepped in, a huge pressure suddenly appeared on his body, and the chain of order gods intertwined into a real mountain range, and when the air was pressed, he almost fell.

With his hands behind his back, it was as if he were actually carrying a mountain range on his back.

'Bang'

Every time you step on it, the earth shakes, like an ancient giant beast traveling.

The power of blood and qi was already boiling, burning incessantly, and the muscles in his body were tense, and he was moving forward with difficulty.

"Ahh

He couldn't help but let out a roar, venting the breath in his chest, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Roaring all the way, that is, there are no outsiders here, otherwise you have to think of him as a madman.

Drops of sweat gathered together, leaving them on him like a river, scattered along the way.

In the end, he came to the top of the seventh sacred mountain, just like the small world of trials in Chaohai Pavilion, with the perception of the former sages, he remembered it in his heart and compared it with himself.

It took him three days to reach the top of the eighth sacred mountain, and several blood vessels in his body burst due to excessive force, and his whole body was trembling.

There is also a pool of spiritual liquid on the top of the mountain, he has previous experience, he manifested the bitter sea golden lotus for the first time, and absorbed the huge medicinal liquid essence in it with him, so as not to explode and die, as for the three great masters of Xinghai Mountain, he has long remembered it.

The ninth sacred mountain, the ultimate test of the small world.

He adjusted his condition to the best, and at the same time took a few hard pieces of liquid from the pool of spiritual liquid and stuffed them into his clothes.

As soon as he entered, countless chains of order appeared in the sky, and the chains of order were unusually thick, like dragons churning.

Then the chain of order is fused together, turning into nine mountains, which is the appearance of these nine holy mountains, and finally the nine holy mountains are combined to form a bronze tripod with three legs and two ears on the outside and the inside square, which is no more than one meter high, and there are three big characters on the book 'Zhenshan Ding'.

'呲' '呲' '呲'

There was a constant collapse of space around the tripod, and the tripod slowly fell, and finally pressed on Zhang Fan's back.

'Poof'

A mouthful of blood spurted out on the spot, and the whole person fell down, relying on the support of two hands to not fall.

'Bang'' 'Bang'

Several blood vessels in his arms and legs burst, his face flushed with a 'click', and a tooth was crushed by him.

The pressure is staggering, it's sheer weight, and there is no law of order.

"Roar!!

Zhang Fan was roaring, not like a human voice, like a fierce beast.

He slowly straightened up, during which the bones all over his body made a screeching sound, and his body was already covered with bloodstains, and as for the few pieces of liquid liquid hidden in the body, he didn't have the strength to take them out.

He snorted with a kick, and his entire calf sank into the ground.

He hunched over and raised his head, holding the giant tripod on his back with both hands, moving forward step by step, his eyes were already blank, the whole person was like a walking corpse, and blood splattered out from time to time, that is, the muscles and blood vessels were torn.

I don't know how long he walked, but he was moving forward with all his will, and he was afraid that he would fall in the next second.

Finally, he came to the top of the mountain, the tripod emitted a hazy light, and then turned into stars and disappeared, the pressure suddenly disappeared, Zhang Fan's body seemed to be evacuated all of a sudden, and his eyes were black and his head fell.