Only after experiencing hellish torture can one have the power to conquer heaven. Only bleeding fingers can play the swan song of the world, but people are killed in purgatory, and they conquer Mao's paradise.

Zimo, who fell quickly in the air, was suffering the pleasure before death in his heart.

No, the feeling before death is extreme fear plus fear. Especially when you have to face the gray clouds that you can't see under the endless cliffs, and you can't feel any pressure on your feet.

In addition to the sense of urgency and ethereal feeling of rapid falling, Zimo's fear of death reaches and exceeds the critical point and becomes a perverted (fast) feeling.

Zimo quickly fell through a few clouds and mist, his legs had already swung and jumped countless times, and he was about to close his eyes and let the god of death fiddle with it, when the long sword in his hand thuded into the protruding layer of cliff with a loud sound, straight into the hilt of the sword.

The moment the tip of the long sword entered the rock, Zimo God activated, inhaled, borrowed strength, pulled up, kicked his legs, leaned over, the muscles of his arms bulged out layer by layer, and his hands held the hilt of the sword, and in the gap between the hilt and the rock, Zimo almost stuck to the cliff with his whole body.

The huge collision made Zimo's stomach like a river and a sea, and before he could sweeten his mouth, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the rocks.

The instinct to survive made Zimo clutch the hilt of the sword, and he still didn't let go even though his eyes were full of Venus and his head was dizzy.

Zimo grabbed the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes and attached himself to the cliff to rest and recover for half a moment, and then slowly opened his eyes to look around.

Above the cliffs, there were gray clouds and mist, and nothing could be seen, except for countless raindrops falling through the clouds.

A few drops of rain hit Zimo's raised face, making Zimo feel a trace of coldness, which was transmitted from Zimo's face to Zimo's body, making Zimo's consciousness clearer.

Zimo looked left and right, the cliff was extremely smooth, wet by the rain, and the stone was dark and shiny.

A little protruding from the rock wall, a thin layer of black moss on it, and a small line of stagnant water flowed down the rock wall.

It's hard to climb here, and when I saw these situations, Zimo roughly analyzed them, and my first impression was that it was really difficult to climb.

Zimo subconsciously looked down, only to see the clouds and mist, the black hole was foggy and gray, and it was bottomless.

On the cliff that Zimo climbed, he estimated that he had fallen more than 100 meters.

Above!

It is necessary to detour to the fifth layer of the mountain beam, follow the fifth layer of the mountain beam, walk more than 200 miles to the west, and then go south into the belly of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, and you can also turn over the first mountain range of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

But time is not in a hurry, this back and forth detour, it is difficult to arrive in less than ten days and half a month.

Saying, there is also that thick and long round golden round thing with the wheels on it!!

Under!

The abyss, the bottomless, a slippery hand, the extreme death just now felt like I definitely didn't want to receive it.

You can't go up, you can't go down, this is bitter Zimo, Zimo will look up at the sky, look down at the feet, when thinking of the key to time, this is the final decision, only slowly down is the only one.

Zimo held the sword in one hand, freed his right hand, stepped on the slippery cliff wall with his toes, and at the moment of light force, the three fingers of his right hand clasped a rock crevice, making himself half-crouch in the protruding cliff inserted by the long sword, and then slowly pulled out the long sword inserted into the rock wall.

Zimo, who climbed on the cliff like a monkey, raised his sword and stared at the sword body with his eyes, and whispered to the intact long sword: "Good sword, thank you for my life, it's really a good sword."

Zimo felt very relieved that he could have such a good sword, and he had long forgotten why he hadn't been able to pierce that Dongdong's body with a sword just now.

Zimo had just finished admiring the long sword and was about to climb down, when he suddenly found that a huge black shadow was rapidly rising in the fog clouds.

The gray mist was torn open with intensity, and quickly dispersed in all directions.

Zimo, who was climbing on the cliff wall, watched in horror as the black shadow got closer and bigger, and an irrepressible sense of urgency clinged Zimo to the cliff wall.

The black shadow quickly appeared, becoming clearer and clearer, and the huge creature that Zimo had already identified in the middle of the half-fog was actually a Black Emperor Sky Falcon.

Zimo gasped even more, looking at this behemoth with one wing spread out for five meters, its wings spread flat and its body more than twelve meters wide, floating up rapidly like the coming of death.

It's definitely not here to carry me down the mountain, but it's like this?

Frightened, Neutron Mo quickly thought about the beast, and suddenly found some mud and sand stones behind this huge Black Emperor Sky Falcon, and immediately understood that it was he who drew his sword and let the rocks on the mountain wall fall on its back.

Zimo muttered to himself, "I did it on purpose, don't come to me."

The Black Emperor Falcon spread its wings and stirred up a gust of wind, scattering the surrounding fog and clouds, and it was even more painful for Zimo to be blown by the strong wind, pressing Zimo on the cliff.

Zimo waited for the wind to subside and opened his eyes to look: "Grandma......"

But seeing that the more than 12-meter-old beast was grabbing a colorful tiger under its double grasp. This colorful tiger is taller than Zimo himself, and at a glance, there are not eight hundred catties but also a thousand catties.

Zimo immediately understood that the huge Black Emperor Sky Falcon flew like this, and it turned out to be all buoyancy.

Zimo had to admire the superb flying skills of the huge Black Emperor Sky Falcon, and also complained about the careful eyes of the air king.

I really did it on purpose, why don't I just draw a sword, then I can think of your old man catching tigers down there. I knew that I wouldn't have drawn my sword, wouldn't I just stay longer, the wind scene here is still good.

The Black Emperor Sky Falcon's head as big as a bull's head, and a pair of eagle eyes as big as a copper bell stared at Zimo who was climbing on the cliff like a monkey.

Zimo faced the black and red sharp mouth like a half-foot spear, and immediately felt that danger was coming.

Without thinking, without thinking at all, Zimo didn't know the strength that came from all over his body, and jumped straight up five meters on the steep cliff wall that was half-squatting and smooth, dodging the fatal pecking of the big beast.

The incomparably hard cliff wall was immediately pecked out of a diamond-shaped hole, and many fragments of Fenghua rock were knocked away.

Boom!

Like a woodpecker, the Black Emperor Falcon was in mid-air, clutching an adult giant beast and pecking at Zimo with the sharp beak of his spear.

Zimo gecko swims on the wall, and does not dare to fight it with the long sword in his hand, but just climbs left and right to dodge.

Zimo was afraid of annoying the big beast, if it threw down the colorful tiger, it would ...... it himself.

A beast is a beast, and the bull head of this giant beast, the Black Emperor Sky Falcon, didn't think about it, he would catch the big tiger and throw it off the cliff, and solve this monkey-like rock climber can also find the dead body of the big tiger at the bottom of the swooping cliff.

The nature of the big beast's prey is to grab the colorful tiger that is nearly a thousand catties, flash its big wings, and try to peck at the ink.

The two wings were five meters long, and the strong wind was wrapped in drizzle, blowing scattered rubble, and hitting Zimo strongly.

Zimo jumped and climbed left and right flexibly, avoiding the big beast's long beak peck, but he was almost breathless by the wind. Countless raindrops, rubble hit the body, and the face and head were very painful.

Divine Martial Air Shield!

As soon as the thinking of how to defend came out, in the capillaries of Zimo's body, the transparent toughness qi shield condensed by the tenacious true qi immediately enveloped his whole body.

Another wave of powerful air enveloped raindrops and gravel struck, all of which were immediately covered by the Divine Martial Qi Shield.

Zimo relieved the oppression, and after dodging a peck from the Black Emperor Sky Falcon, he saw the opportunity and took off into the air.

The big beast grabbed the colorful big tiger, and it was already the end of the strong bow when it flew here, and the distance between Zimo after the big flight was instantly farther away.

After pulling away from the distance, Zimo didn't dare to be careless, and struggled to climb to the top of the mountain. As for the one on the top of the mountain, there is definitely no such thing as this huge Black Emperor Falcon to be afraid of.