"Go, go!"

Ke Bei took Lu Qianqian's hand, glanced at the blood-colored stone ladder in front of him, and said softly.

The assessment of the candidate envoy for the Temple of Roselle is very simple, and no one supervises it, as long as you can step on the temple at the top of the mountain range, you will be considered to have passed the review.

The main purpose of the candidate envoy assessment is to select talented young people, the selection method is very simple, this mountain seems to have a strange layer of pressure shrouded, as the inexplicable pressure continues to rise, it will become more and more intense, if the talent is not enough, it is impossible to step on it at all.

The inexplicable pressure is very peculiar, relying on the strength of the **, relying on brute force is of no use at all.

Generally, if you have one Divine Pattern, you can step on three hundred stone steps, but not more than five hundred, and those who have two Divine Patterns can almost step on a thousand blood-colored stone stairs, and it is impossible to walk up a red stone staircase with tens of thousands of steps!

Only with the three divine patterns can there be a glimmer of hope to step on the stone stairs and reach the Luo Shen Temple located on the top of the mountain.

Therefore, the millions of people who came to participate in the assessment this time almost all have three divine patterns, but there are also a few who only have two divine patterns and are unwilling to accept the arrangement of fate, hiding from the tribe, and quietly came to the foot of the mountain, wanting to struggle.

Ke Bei glanced at the more than 100 people around him with expressions or nervousness, maybe resolutely, or confidently, holding Lu Qian's hand tightly, and was the first to walk towards the blood-colored stone ladder.

Most of these people have three divine patterns, although they have a chance to become a candidate divine envoy, but after all, it is only a first-line opportunity, and the chance of becoming a candidate divine envoy is still not large.

The two or three resolute-looking people didn't think so much, they only had two divine tattoos, and there was almost no hope, these people were purely unwilling to be arranged by fate, and secretly came without the tribe.

Because they knew very well that there was no hope, these people were not nervous, and after Ke Bei walked up the blood-colored stone ladder, they followed closely and stepped towards the endless blood-colored stone ladder.

Those young men with a bit of pride between their eyebrows, after being silent for a moment, they also slowly took steps and walked up, they have four divine patterns, and they have a fifty percent chance of becoming divine envoys, this kind of opportunity is much stronger than those who only have three divine patterns.

But it is precisely because of the great opportunity that they are even more nervous, the hope of the tribe is pinned on them, if they can succeed, they will naturally be the heroes of the tribe, but if they don't succeed, they will have no face to go back to face the tribe's people!

They are different from the young people who have the three divine patterns, even if those people in the tribe have not passed the assessment, they will not say anything, after all, they have the three divine patterns, and if they want to become a candidate divine envoy, there is no one in ten thousand!

But they are different, they have a great chance to become candidate oracles, if they really fail, not only will they not be able to raise their heads in the tribe for the rest of their lives, but their family will not be able to straighten their backs.

Therefore, these people with four divine patterns were extremely nervous with every step they took.

"Huh?"

Ke Bei took Lu Qian's hand, and as soon as he stepped on the blood-colored stone ladder, he suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, an invisible pressure seemed to penetrate his body directly, and faintly pressed towards the sea of consciousness.

Of course, this bit of consciousness coercion is nothing to Ke Bei, although his current strength is much weaker than that of the powerhouses of the Wheel of Life Realm, but the strength of his mental power is definitely much stronger than that of the ordinary powerhouses of the Wheel of Life Realm, and even the strong people who have opened five or six wheels of life may not be able to be stronger than Ke Bei in terms of consciousness and spiritual power.

Hum ~ The power of the mind shook slightly, Ke Bei easily shattered the spiritual power that invaded his body, and glanced at Lu Qian beside him with some concern.

Lu Qian still had a stupid smile on her cheeks, as if she didn't feel the invisible spiritual coercion at all, but the seven divine patterns looming on her forehead exuded a faint blood-colored luster.

"Generally, if you have five divine patterns, you can step on the stone ladder 100%, and Qianqian should have no problem with seven divine patterns."

It has been more than ten days since he came to the Blood Abyss Realm, and Ke Bei has also gotten a lot of information about the Luo Shen Temple along the way.

For example, if he knows the Divine Pattern, he knows that he has four Divine Patterns, and he is half sure that he can step on the blood-colored stone ladder, and if he knows that there are five Divine Patterns, he can almost 100% become a candidate for the Divine Envoy of the Luo Temple.

Pedal Pedal Ped

Ke Bei took Lu Qian's hand and walked towards the Luo Temple on the top of the mountain step by step, both of them walked very easily, this spiritual coercion was nothing to Ke Bei, and Lu Qian was extremely talented, and he walked very easily.

Time passed slowly, and Ke Bei had already stepped on more than two thousand stone steps with Lu Qian in tow.

"Tired or not?"

Ke Bei was afraid that Lu Qian was tired, so he looked at the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and asked softly.

Although that invisible spiritual coercion was nothing to Lu Qian, who had seven divine patterns, walking up more than 2,000 stone stairs in one breath was not a particularly easy thing for Lu Qian, who was physically weak.

"Brother carries me, Qianqian can't walk......"

Lu Qian stared at Ke Bei with big eyes, looking at Ke Bei pitifully, and her little hands were tugging at the corners of Ke Bei's clothes.

"Come on!"

Ke Bei rubbed Lu Qian's head dotingly, and slowly squatted down.

Lu Qian is tired, Ke Bei naturally has to carry her, Ke Bei has gotten used to it these days, as for whether it is a candidate for the assessment of the divine envoy now, Ke Bei doesn't care at all, and Lu Qian doesn't even think about it.

"Brother is so good."

With a smile on her cheeks, Lu Qian leaned on Ke Bei's body, her little head pressed tightly against Ke Bei's back.

"Let's go!"

Ke Bei carried Lu Qian on his back, stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and crossed more than a dozen stone stairs in one step, Ke Bei was not too public, every step was very stable, not too fast but not slow.

At this moment, there is still a considerable distance from the Ross Temple on the top of the mountain, but there are more and more people.

The mountain range is cone-shaped, like a huge pyramid, and the higher it goes, the narrower it becomes, and more and more people step on it from all directions.

"Look, the man was carrying a girl on his back!"

Suddenly, a young man who was slowly climbing with heavy steps saw Ke Bei carrying Lu Qian on his back and flying upward, his eyes widened violently, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

"What a speed!"

Hearing the man's shout, everyone who was climbing stopped one after another, their eyes widened, and they stared at Ke Bei deadly.

You must know that there are already more than 2,000 blood-colored stone ladders on the ground, and every time you take a step up, the spiritual coercion will be a little stronger, most of these people only have three divine patterns, and it is not easy to get to this point, the inexplicable spiritual coercion is getting stronger and stronger, and every step is cautious.

Even a genius with four or even five divine patterns would not dare to mess around like Ke Bei, and more importantly, Ke Bei was carrying a girl on his back!

(To be continued)