The butterfly dancer didn't hesitate and stepped on it directly.

As he stepped on the first step of the stairs, the diamond-curled clothes on his body fluttered like flower petals, and a single coat remained on his body.

The cold steel wind mixed with the steel blades as thin as the wings of cicadas flew up.

The butterfly worm's whole body seemed to have been cut by countless blades, his body was covered in scaly wounds, and there was a trace of blood oozing from his clothes, but he did not stop.

The heart is shouting

"A thousand cuts, not the heart. ”

He endured the pain in his body, and did not stop, but accelerated his pace, circling up in the order of gossip.

Each upper floor has to walk around the altar for a week, and then you can go up and down the floor, so that you have to walk nine hundred and eighty-one circles, although the distance to go up is about short, but the altar is very large, only the dozens of floors below have to walk a distance of several kilometers, and the time is obviously not enough.

But the butterfly dancer knows that there is no other way but this way out.

He had to walk all the steps on this huge altar before he could reach the high platform.

Now with each step he takes, the invisible blade increases by one point.

The butterfly worm's thin body trembled uncontrollably, but there was only one thought in my heart, I want to go out, I don't want my mother to be sad, I have to live.

The steps were already stained with blood.

By the time the butterfly worm stepped on the ninth step, not an inch of skin was intact on its body.

He lost so much blood that his face was no longer bloody.

And when he stepped on the ninth step again, the place where blood oozed from his body actually coagulated.

Just as the butterfly insect was about to breathe a sigh of relief, vines grew out of the coagulated blood. There was a sharp pain coming from the wound that had just healed, and the butterfly worm's mind was a little unclear.

The vines kept wriggling, as if to say

"Give in, and you'll die a happy death. ”。

The butterfly worm gritted his teeth frantically, despite the sharp pain in his body, he still moved forward firmly, and with each step he went up, there were more vines, and endless pain enveloped him, and he didn't know how long it would take for it all to end.

When he reached the eighteenth step, the vines did not disappear, squirming on the wounds, the butterfly dancers trembled in pain, only a strong spiritual power supported him, and in countless self-tortures, his ability to withstand it was no longer comparable to ordinary people.

Climb the nineteenth step.

At this time, he seemed to be walking in the water, he endured the severe pain on his body, as if he was moving slowly on tiptoe under the water, he had to hurry, this water seemed to be no threat, and it would not make the wounds on his body more painful, its effect was obviously to waste the time of the trialist.

The butterfly worm held his breath and exhausted the strength of his body, and continued to move forward despite the pain, but he couldn't breathe in the water, and he was about to run out of breath, and at this moment, the prayer worm flew into the lungs of the butterfly worm, and suddenly the lungs of the butterfly worm were no longer suffocated.

He sighed for luck. In fact, the prayer worm has recognized him as the Lord, and he is part of his own power on the fairy path.

Ten minutes later, the butterfly worm finally stepped on the twenty-seventh step.

The feeling of being in the water disappeared, and the burning of the vines on his body did not emit flames, but only ignited the vines like coals, and a trace of green smoke came out of his skin.

The butterfly worm trembled violently again, but in order to make up for the lost time before, the butterfly worm was desperate to run, and the wind on his body made the burn worse, and he almost fainted.

But he still persisted, and the burns intensified with each step he advanced.

The butterfly dancer's firm willpower constantly overcomes the idea of falling. All this is unbearable for an immortal cultivator, but the butterfly worm can bear it.

Step 36.

The flying sand and rocks fell on him, and the sand and soil sprinkled on the wound, making the already numb body immediately sensitive again, and the face of the butterfly insect was already blurred with flesh and blood, and it was impossible to see the human appearance when the earth and stones were smashed.

Only a pair of eyes narrowed into a slit, and the eyeballs inside were still intact, covered with their hands, and finally walked the forty-fourth step with difficulty.

When stepping on the forty-fifth step, the butterfly dancer was almost desperate, the steps that were getting shorter and shorter, suddenly felt like they were a hundred meters long, and the space was distorted.

The heart-rending roar of the butterfly dancer

"I'm not reconciled, I can't die here, ah. ”

The butterfly worm rushed forward frantically, the infinite pain seemed to strengthen his will, he was already tired, but he knew that he couldn't stop, for the sake of his goal, he couldn't stop. Time passed minute by minute, and it took him ten minutes to take these nine steps.

Time is running out.

There is only half an hour left.

He knew that his time was running out, even if he was going to die, he would have to do all his strength first, and now only his strong spiritual power supported him to move forward.

When he stepped on the fifty-fourth step, he felt that life seemed to be accelerating, his bones were growing rapidly, he was full of strength, he felt strange, he ran fast, the steps were not very long at this time, and in less than a minute he ran in front of the sixty-third step.

He froze when he stood on the steps and saw his hands, which were old man's hands. He was old, touching his injured body with his hands, and the appearance of aging made him seem to have experienced the reincarnation of a lifetime, and despair rose in his heart.

"Well, have I spent my whole life in these nine steps? ”

The girl's voice cried in his ear

"Hurry up, complete this trial, and maybe you have a chance to change back to your original form. If you give up, it's completely out of play. ”

He lifted his thin, withered legs and stepped out again.

Stepping on the seventy-second step, a sudden cold wind blew on his body, and the old butterfly dancer trembled in the wind, and his thin legs stepped forward firmly and slowly.

At this time, he could step on a step with every step, but he could no longer stand, he lay on the steps, crawled forward, and every time he climbed, it seemed to cross thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of years, and time and space, and when there was still a minute left, he finally lay on the eightieth step.

The last step beckoned to him, and he could go up with just a little strength, but he really didn't have the strength, his consciousness was already blurred, he didn't even know who he was, he didn't know how old he was, he didn't know what he was doing.

But deep down he has only one belief in his heart, and that is, go up, climb up. He could only slowly raise one right hand and slam it onto the eighty-first steps.

The moment his palm fell, a bolt of lightning fell, slashing at the butterfly worm's hand, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. The butterfly dancer felt that he was dead, as if it had been thousands of years, and closed his eyes tiredly.

A girl's voice echoed in the butterfly's mind

"Dancing butterfly worm, you bastard boy, quickly turn on the power of the bloodline, it's too late if you don't open it, I don't want to bury you yet. ”