Happy New Year's Day, happy and happy, gentlemen!

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Got cheated by this bastard again.

Yan Xiaobei couldn't cry or laugh, he had a fire in his heart, and he couldn't wait to drag that bastard out of his head and whip him fiercely, so that this bastard knew how powerful he was, and he would pit himself every time, was it fun?

But he didn't have time to worry about that now.

The burning vitality of the body made Yan Xiaobei feel painful, but the growth of the soul made Yan Xiaobei feel a sense of pleasure after taking poison.

Two different sensations converged and rose in the body at the same time, and that wonderful feeling made Yan Xiaobei painful and happy, and the muscles and veins in his whole body were about to bulge, break through the skin, and explode outside.

Ahh......h Oh oh oh ......

It lasted for more than half an hour before these two wonderful feelings gradually subsided, and he was like a puddle of mud lying on the ground softly, sweating profusely, his clothes were soaked, and he didn't want to move.

It's too much of a hit.

almost died in this state of immortal desire, Yan Xiaobei swore that he would never find this person to play with his life in the future, and no matter what this bastard said in the future, he would not easily believe it.

"It works well." The mysterious voice was very satisfied with the transformation this time, and even the voice was a little lighter.

"I'll give it a try."

Yan Xiaobei's eyes froze, and an invisible liliang flew out like a cannonball, and the sound of the collision directly dented the ceiling, Yan Xiaobei estimated that the liliang of this punch was no less than five tons, and it didn't break the ceiling, so it can be seen that this place is even harder than imagined.

The mysterious voice shouted: "It's so vulgar, it's just unbearable, it's a waste to use divine thoughts like this, you don't know how to use divine thoughts at all, let me show you how to really use divine thoughts." ”

An invisible liliang ran through Yan Xiaobei's mind, as if something had exploded in front of his eyes.

Yan Xiaobei was pulled into a wonderful environment in an instant.

He was on top of a mountain he had never seen before, the mountain was so high that it was strangely shaped, the rocks were hideous, the peaks were majestic, and the whole mountain was like a dragon roaring, vivid.

At the top of the mountain, a white-clothed monk stood peacefully, the wind was like a dragon, sweeping in, crushing the gravel and air in the void, but the swept fierce wind entered the white-clothed monk's three-foot land, and instantly changed from a roaring and hideous beast to an obedient puppy, unable to make a wave.

Yan Xiaobei raised his eyes and looked at it, his face became very strange.

Around the peak, strange insects with wings surrounded the white-clothed monks, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there were also countless wonderful insects.

These insects are overwhelming, like a sea of insects, Yan Xiaobei looked at the past roughly, it can be said that it is endless, there is no end in sight, and he can't help but gasp, the number of these weird insects is definitely not less than hundreds of thousands.

With so many bugs gathered, a city is estimated to be destroyed in an instant.

On Earth, it is a disaster comparable to a natural disaster.

The white-clothed monk was peaceful, looking up at the sky, not putting these insects in his eyes at all, with a pitying smile on the corner of his mouth, he sighed softly, "Nai, nai." With such a sigh, he folded his hands and said softly: "This time it will be the poor monk who will overtake you, ah! Full! Declivity! Buddha! ”

The four words zuihou were read softly, but they radiated across the entire sky, and an invisible liliang swept through, like a vast and infinite storm, these insects were shocked, the fierce light of their eyes suddenly dispersed, and their bodies fell from the sky.

The voice came out, and the invisible Liliang followed closely.

Layers of insects were shocked, and then died, Yan Xiaobei looked at this scene in shock, layers of insects died in this low voice, and the white-clothed monk seemed to release an invisible atomic bomb, killing them all.

A terrible mess.

With a flower in front of him, Yan Xiaobei found that he had left the mountain peak and returned to the dark prison, the shock on his face had not subsided, and the picture just now remained in his mind, lingering.

The mysterious voice said: "How is it, shocked, this is the strong man of the third class, and the strong man who specializes in cultivating divine thoughts, a thought of flowers blooming, a thought of flowers falling, a thought of mountains and seas, and a thought of killing people is invisible." ”

"Which character is that person in mythology, so powerful." Yan Xiaobei couldn't help asking.

The mysterious voice said: "Tang Xuanzang! ”

"Tang Seng!" Yan Xiaobei was shocked again, "Hey, hey, Journey to the West really exists, isn't this a novel of gods and demons, does Tang Xuanzang really exist?" ”

"Of course it exists, but Journey to the West is full of too many personal thoughts, that is, the imagination of the author of the novel, and many real plots are covered up." A mysterious voice said: "And the era of Journey to the West is not the Tang Dynasty you know, but even earlier. ”

After a pause, he said: "But these have nothing to do with you, the most important thing for you now is to control your own divine thoughts, I will teach you one hand, ten thousand high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and go forward to the rooftop, this is a practice dedicated to cultivating divine thoughts, the name is called the heavenly platform!" ”

"Ascending to the roof?"

"That's right, this practice is like climbing to the roof, no one knows how high you can climb step by step, I don't know, you don't know." A mysterious voice said.

Yan Xiaobei asked: "That white-clothed monk is also cultivating on the Tiantai?" ”

"This is natural, otherwise what else will I let you see the picture of him being powerful?"

"How many steps he's climbed."

The mysterious voice said, "How many steps he has climbed, how I know, only he knows this." But the mysterious voice pondered again: "But stepping into the third rank, he has climbed at least 100,000 steps. ”

"100,000 steps?" Yan Xiaobei was taken aback. "Ascend to the roof, ascend to the rooftop, how many steps are there on this rooftop."

"I don't know."

"Don't know?" Yan Xiaobei didn't believe it.

"I don't know is I don't know." The mysterious voice revealed a sense of impatience, "Step by step, step by step, no one has climbed the rooftop, and the highest record is 108,000 steps." ”

"108,000 steps, isn't Tang Xuanzang at least 100,000 steps, will he have broken this record?"

When the mysterious voice was heard, he sneered disdainfully, "Ascending to the top of the sky has passed 100,000 steps, followed by one step and one heavy sky, exaggerated very much, if you want to go up to a step, it is like stepping over a heavy sky, the difficulty is great, beyond everyone's imagination, one step in ten years is already a god speed, one step in a hundred years is not rare, in the end of his life, he may not be able to break the record." ”

"I don't have any faith in what you said." Yan Xiaobei sighed.

"It's you." The mysterious voice daxiao said, "If you can climb 50,000 steps, you should be thankful, don't think about 100,000 steps." ”

"Is it still a question of resources?" Yan Xiaobei asked in a low voice.

"No, you don't need any resources to practice divine thoughts, what you need is to hone your will, although your will is good, but this is nothing at all, you don't have the invincible will to climb the peak, you don't have my invincible thoughts, you don't have the motivation to become a strong person at all, how to climb 100,000 steps."

The mysterious voice saw through Yan Xiaobei, and said that Yan Xiaobei's face was red-eared, his mouth was vicious, and his merciless ridicule made Yan Xiaobei almost angry.

Still, he pressed it down, waiting for the day when he would settle the reckoning with the bastard.

The platform was extremely wonderful, and Yan Xiaobei didn't want to miss it, so he cultivated under the guidance of a mysterious voice.

A day and a night passed, Yan Xiaobei climbed more than 500 steps without much effort, and couldn't help but say: "It seems that there is nothing difficult about this rooftop?" ”

"Nonsense, your soul is strong, your divine thoughts are born, you already have a strong backing, and your cultivation at the beginning is naturally amazingly fast, if you have such capital and it is slow, you can find a piece of tofu and kill you."

"You seem to be getting more and more venomous." Yan Xiaobei smiled bitterly.

"Less nonsense, practice quickly."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Yan Xiaobei ate the food that was shelved on the edge of the laser birdcage, filled his stomach, and continued to devote himself to cultivation, it was another day and a night, Yan Xiaobei's soul was in no state, but the speed of ascending to the sky did not weaken at all, but gradually increased, and Zuihou seemed to be like a leap, stepping over countless steps in one step.

Finally, it stopped at 3,600 steps.

This means that Yan Xiaobei can shake his divine thoughts three thousand six hundred times in one second, and he can divide the huge divine thoughts into three thousand six hundred points, as if there are three thousand six hundred people working for him at the same time.

If the arm commands, the expansion and contraction are from the heart.

After 3,600 steps, Yan Xiaobei's speed on the rooftop instantly slowed down.

The mysterious voice said, "Almost." ”

"Pretty much something." Yan Xiaobei asked.

"The potential is almost exhausted, if you want to be like these two days, it is impossible to walk like flying, fortunately, your mind is strong, if you practice diligently in the future, you can almost climb more than 100 steps a day, and after you climb 10,000 steps, the speed will weaken again, and then ten steps a day is the limit."

When Yan Xiaobei heard this, he immediately complained, "It's only ten a day, and it's only a thousand in a hundred days, which is too slow." "Enjoying these two days of walking like flying, as if riding a rocket, I can't stand it anymore to do any more rickshaw.