From the reactions of the first two, it can be judged that there is a chance, although they failed, but the latecomers can learn from it, such as "knowing the stop".

However, it is easy to say, but it is not so simple to do, every step is a gap, as long as you can take another step, it is a different situation.

The strong are arrogant, always think that they are the best talents, and they think they can go further after taking a few steps, but after all, they are not seen by everyone.

The weak are arrogant and dare not take a step, even if they can take a further step, but because of the hesitation in their hearts, they are disappointed, and everything is in vain.

This is a gamble, a self-assessment compared with the evaluation of the facts, a little more or less, will make the gains in vain, or not at all.

A Zhongzheng monk stepped on the ladder of heaven, although he was one of the geniuses of the world, but he was still struggling in this move, and there was no genius or mediocrity on the ladder, some were just a kind of cognition.

If it is flat ground, the footwork under the feet of this cultivation is naturally extremely mysterious, every step makes it difficult for all cultivation to reach, even if it is a majestic mountain or a vast ocean, it cannot prevent this cultivation from entering, and this ladder is not a footwork can be cracked, even if it is more mysterious, it is also unsolvable.

His head began to sweat, and he was unsure whether to take another step, and as he hesitated, the steps began to dissipate, and it was too late to continue.

Naturally, he was very remorseful, he wanted to try again but found that he couldn't take the first step, there was only one chance for each person here, and his opportunities had been exhausted.

Xuanwu glanced at the monk who was trying, and sighed in his heart, over the years, how many people have succeeded in obtaining what kind of natural creation? It seems that the boy succeeded back then.

One monk after another stepped on the ladder of heaven, although there were people who were created, they were still a minority after all, and most of them only took one step, and the rest were only two or three steps.

Ling Shuang has been waiting for a long time, and now he has decided to step on the ladder, the road of cultivation is not smooth sailing, gains and losses often lie in a thought, this kind of thing, but also care about a "fate" word, that is, the so-called: I am fortunate to win, lose my life.

One step later, without any accident, he entered a world full of creation, pills, exercises, magic weapons, everything was available here, but these were not what Ling Shuang needed, what he needed was strength.

Taking another step, countless artistic conceptions came into his eyes, but he inexplicably felt that he did not lack artistic conceptions, and the artistic conceptions here were not so perfect, let alone fit himself.

Then there is the law, although the quality is good, but it cannot be compatible with itself, this law is like chicken ribs, can be used for a while, but not for a lifetime, the same is true of the mantra.

Compared with the previous creation, the opportunity of Hongchen is indeed good, without the experience in Hongchen, after all, it is impossible to cleanse the mortal dust, and only after seeing all the states of life can he step into a higher realm, and this is not the opportunity that Ling Shuang wants.

Ling Shuang didn't know where his end was, but in the dark, he realized that he had to move on, not because he was greedy for chance, although this place was what he wanted, but he couldn't ignore the voice in his heart and continue to move forward.

Every step is the disillusionment of the world, every foot is the transcendence of space, stepping from one world to another, not to mention the mystery of the ladder, the first step is the world of Sumeru.

In the sixth and seventh steps, the path of the ladder was empty, and the people below who were watching Ling Shuang moving forward were also shocked, and they didn't know what words to use to express the huge earthquake in their hearts, and finally all the cultivators were silent.

Xuanwu also felt something, his eyelids opened again, and he glanced at Ling Shuang, someone surpassed the young man back then, and the inheritance here will not decline after all.

"No, it's not the end yet......"

Ling Shuang found that that feeling had not disappeared, and still guided him forward, closed his eyes, and slowly, his feet stepped out again.

Zhu Xiu was dumbfounded, Xuanwu also stared at Ling Shuang, the road here is over, why does he still take a step, why does he step on, and where is he going? The cultivators don't know, and neither do the Xuanwu.

The seventh order of the color of the jade began to slowly dissipate, and there was no sign of any steps in front of him, which couldn't help but make the cultivators sweat, most of the monks didn't want him to get a chance, whether it was other sects, or the Great Elder faction of the Lingze Sect, and the sect master of the Lingze Sect didn't all want him to succeed.

There is a gap between sects, as well as a struggle between factions, and it is more from human nature, which I can't get and don't want others to get.

In the eyes of everyone, the eighth order appeared, which was a situation that Xuanwu did not know, and there was even a situation that had not appeared since the ladder, this was the first order of the inky ladder.

After "kicking" on the ladder, the wind and clouds swept up, the thunder coiled above the nine heavens, and the dazzling lightning seemed to shatter this ladder, as if this ladder should not have appeared in the world.

The lightning wanted to shatter the ladder, and this inky ladder was not like this, the wolf smoke like ink dust swept from the ladder to the thunder, wanting to compete, the wrapped thunder was melted and assimilated, and more thunder also surged up.

The thunder roared as if the heavens were wrathed; The lightning roared, as if the heavens and the earth could not tolerate it.

This ink-colored ladder is also unusual, no matter how thunder, it can be dissolved, the difference is only in the amount of ink dust consumed, the two sides fight between heaven and earth, fight under the sky, and victory or defeat lies in the slightest.

Whether it is Zhu Xiu or Xuanwu, he is naturally shocked and inexplicable by this unusual scene, Zhu Xiu is more worried about being implicated, and Xuanwu is afraid of ruining the plan, so many years lurking under the nose of the sky, if it is exposed because of this, it will be a great regret.

The two sides come and go, and they don't seem to notice the existence of Zhu Xiu and Xuanwu, they just want to fight for life and death.

At this time, whether it was Zhu Xiu or Xuanwu, or Ling Shuang, who caused this scene, they could not intervene, they could only watch the two sides fight, and the oscillations caused by it were not at all something that their realm could resist.

Ling Shuang was naturally guarded by some ink ladders, and Xuanwu was also supported by a strong shell, so the cultivators could only retreat and watch from afar.

At this time, a sigh came from the void, and then the space collapsed and turned into a black hole.

A sword qi slashed towards the sky, and the thunder spear instantly turned into nothing, and then the iron sword crossed the air, piercing the sky.

At the time of the fight, a man in black slowly walked out of the black hole, holding his hands and looking indifferent.

"Xuanwu envoy, this matter ......" Xuanwu opened his mouth to speak.

"You don't have to hide, sooner or later you have to be born to face it, just one step ahead, it's okay." The man shook his head, then said.