I don't know how many years have passed, Shen Bujiao saw the second monk who stepped on the stone steps, it was a female monk, she was extremely beautiful, Zhong Lingyu was beautiful, radiant, dressed in white, with a dusty temperament, wearing a moon-white silk shawl, the shawl naturally drooped like a pool of water quiet, and when she walked around, she was elegantly stretched like the wind blowing willows, and she was beautiful, which was not quite in line with this situation.

But Shen Bujiao would not be stupid enough to think that this female cultivator was a showman, and there was no way for someone who didn't have real skills to get here.

When the surging beasts overwhelmingly attacked, the female cultivator smiled slightly, her expression was calm, the dancing sleeves flowed between the clouds, the tree was wiped out, the tide of the fierce beasts disappeared invisible, in the volcanic world, she threw her sleeves and danced, the dance posture was vigorous and agile, fluttering, soaring and flying, the lightning and thunder between the spinning in the air, countless fireballs fell from a height, the power of the light and elegant shawl in her hands was no less than the sharp sword, the heaven and the earth were infected by her dancing posture, ups and downs, "Ji Ji accumulates the gun frost and snow Yao, Teng Teng drums and thunder grinding" , her dance is not soft, but sonorous and easy, very powerful.

Behind the volcano is the rolling yellow sand, the yellow sand is barren and dead and silent, she stepped on the rolling yellow sand, the long shawl dragged to the ground, at the beginning she was full of eyebrows, energetic, and then walked in this endless sand without any hope, her heart was buried in the dust, little by little she could not see the light outside, the whole person of the nun looked bleak, the anger was disappearing, she was silent, the whole world fell into boundless dead silence.

Finally, one day, she shouted out her voice, the heavy steps left a mark in the yellow sand, she shook her sleeves, "Hua feast nine autumn twilight, flying clouds and rain", the wind came, the yin wind roared, rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky, in an instant the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun, the sky and the earth were all yellow sand rolling, a chaos, the beauty in white danced, the dancing sleeves flew up, and the dust covered by the nun was blown off by the wind, revealing a little light.

Her eyes were shining, she showed a smile, and in an instant, it was fascinating, the wind and rain fell, "boom, boom-" The wind and clouds surged, the thunder was bursting, the dark clouds were thick, and the whole sky was gloomy and terrifying.

The female cultivator is white-faced, dyed with green silk and ink, every move is like a fairy, sometimes raising her wrists and lowering her eyebrows, sometimes lightly soothing her cloud hands, the moon-white silk silk silk

The nun danced in the rain, her toes tapped, swirling like snow, gradually the thunder retracted, the drizzle had stopped, the sky was as blue as a wash, and the air was still filled with the water vapor just now, and the rain also washed her heart, and the dust on her heart was washed away, and it reappeared beautifully.

The yellow sand world shattered in response, the corners of the nun lips were slightly hooked, and the lotus steps moved lightly, it was a misty flower garden, the soil in the flower bed was not the usual brown or black, but red, Shen Bujiao looked at it, it was not soil, but dense red insects, there was a hoe and three seeds of different colors next to the flower garden, and there was a small puddle, the nun quickly understood what it was to do.

Feet into the ground, hoe the land with a hoe, put the seeds in, hold the water in the puddle with her hand, sprinkle it on the buried seeds, the sun rises and the moon sets, she sits in the flower garden and waits for a long time, the insects keep gnawing her feet, the seeds do not move as always, the nun began to be impatient, she used her hands to pick up the seeds from the insect soil seeds, the insects were disturbed, they rushed away, her feet were already bloody and blurred, and the exposed white bones were vaguely visible, the seeds did not germinate, she had nowhere to escape, time flies, the red face turned dry bones, and became the nourishment of the insect soil。

Shen Bujiao knew that she was a dance cultivator the moment she danced, and she entered the Tao with dance, and entered the martial arts with dance, and her clothes could change the wind and clouds, and the world would change color.

The sea breeze is still blowing, the rocks are piercing through the air, the waves are crashing on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, Shen Bujiao rubbed her eyes, she saw a total of six cultivators come here to climb the stone steps, but none of the cultivators can survive these tribulations safely, these cultivators are not all human cultivators, there are also demon cultivators, refined cultivation, regardless of whether they are demons or humans.

Shen Bujiao also noticed that no matter what means these cultivators came here before, as long as they stepped on the stone steps, sword cultivation could only use swords, rune cultivation could only use talismans, and demon cultivators could only use their own natural skills, whether it was magic weapons or spells, the attack power was seriously weakened, close to zero.

Shen Bujiao looked at the transparent and shining water, the white jade steps stood still, I don't know how many years of baptism, it was as warm and flawless as white jade, but it took the lives of many amazing geniuses, and destroyed them in various ways, ...... Also among them.

What are they for? Shen Bujiao raised her head, looked up at the white jade steps, she couldn't see the end at a glance, it seemed endless, and a voice suddenly sounded in her ears, she couldn't distinguish between men and women, and she was a little ethereal, "Don't go any further...... Like a mayfly shaking a tree, it's meaningless, you can't do it, you're too weak......"

The voice bewitched her ears and echoed in her mind, "You shouldn't have come here, why should you go forward, the flesh and blood have been burned, the power has been suppressed, and the king who holds the moon from the stars has been beaten to dust and crushed into mud, and if you go down, you may never go back again, and you will never see your father, aunt Qiu, Ah Wan, cousin, Jiujiu, Mingwei, Shi Yu...... Your body will be buried here forever, never to see the light of day, no corpse, what are you for, for that vague curiosity, or for the sake of proving your resolve? What is it on the stone steps that is worth all your effort?"

"It's not worth it, it's not worth it, where is it more important than your relatives and friends......?

The voice replayed in her mind like a spell, and she returned...... Return...... It's not worth it...... It's not worth it......

Shen Bujiao asked himself, is it worth it? The heart-wrenching pain is unforgettable, fleeing in embarrassment like a lost dog, his proud bones are broken alive, he crawls on the ground and loses his dignity, his flesh and blood are burned and turned into white bones, he is in deep danger and cannot be relieved, and the sword flyer dies and falls into darkness forever......

She paid so much, almost all of her, her pride, her kendo, her strength, even her life, in exchange for something, nothing, what she gained, nothing was gained.

What is on the white jade steps and what does it have to do with her? The road ahead is bleak, those monks who don't know how many times better than her can't walk this path with their own strength, how can she?

The way of water, the way of space, which has always relied on the most, has all been suppressed, and the power of the void cannot be used, and the only thing that can be used in the whole body is her cultivation in the late stage of fusion and a Jueyun sword, how can such strength be enough?

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