readx;? Under the scorching sun, the heavens and the earth were barren, and everywhere was the eye, the brown soil under his feet stretched for thousands of miles, but there was no life, there was the sound of demon birds chirping in the distance, and the bones of Sen Ran were particularly pale on the brown earth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zi Han looked at the world in the distance, and there were many figures looking at this different world in confusion.

The aura was thin in the entire ruins, Zi Han stepped over the white bones and walked into the distance, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a person, it was a young man in his twenties, with a sense of handsomeness, when he saw Zi Han, he was stunned at first, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of vigilance.

Zi Han was not surprised when he saw this, but showed a gentle smile, looked at him, and said, "This fellow Daoist doesn't need to be nervous, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to ask you about something."

The young man looked at Zi Han, his eyes were peaceful, there was no slightest wave, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "Little brother, I thought you were going to rob my divine stone."

"This big brother is serious, you and I have no grudges, how can I be like this"

"My name is Fengyu"

Zi Han smiled and said, "Brother Feng Yu, can you tell me about the situation here, why is the ruins left by a god so many miles of terracotta, with no life at all?"

The young man named Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, and finally chuckled and said, "Little brother, you don't even know?"

"I haven't heard of it, please let Brother Feng Yu know"

"Haha, brother, if you ask, I'll ask the right person" Feng Yu obviously knew, and then said, "It was rumored that a powerful god had fallen here, so this ruin was left, and we are not really entering the ruins now."

"Oh?" Zi Han gradually became a little interested, looking at Feng Yu and smiling.

Feng Yu glanced around, and then said, "Although it is thousands of miles of terracotta here, there are many ladders on the terracotta, and you can only enter it by climbing the ladder."

"Ladder?"

Zi Han frowned suddenly, Feng Yu looked at him a little strangely, and at this time, his eyes looked into the distance, looked at Feng Yu with some disappointment, and said, "Brother Feng Yu, where is the ladder that day?"

"Brother, we are all on the same road anyway, how about you and I walking together?"

"Good"

Zi Han agreed very simply, the two walked side by side, heading into the distance, Zi Han didn't care if Feng Yu coveted the divine stone in his hand, because Feng Yu's strength was only in the middle stage of the Spirit Mirror, and this kind of strength was not afraid of him at all, if Feng Yu really had evil thoughts, Zi Han could suppress it with his hand.

The two walked all the way, Feng Yu told Zi Han a lot of things about the ruins, and also rambled a bunch of his old past, Zi Han had no choice but to laugh together, until they saw a noisy crowd in the distance, and the two stopped.

Zi Han raised his head and looked into the distance, the crowd was all looking at the ladder with nervous eagerness, and the ladder seemed to break into the sky, Zi Han stared at it but couldn't see it enough, and it seemed to be clear in his heart.

The ladder has a width of ten fingers, like the condensation of white jade, warm and moist like jade, and the ladder is covered with a faint mysterious white light, but the white light contains a kind of supernatural power, attached to the white jade ladder, like a coercion to shock the living beings in the world.

Looking at the ladder, everyone showed joy and wanted to climb the ladder, seeing this, Zi Han couldn't help but be a little puzzled, looking at it with doubts, and at this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ears, with a sense of surprise.

"It's a white jade ladder, it's really surprising"

Zi Han's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he said softly, "Blood Moon, are you awake?"

"What do you mean to wake up, as if the king is asleep, and you can talk to the king with your mind."

Zi Han frowned slightly, subconsciously glanced at the white jade ring on his finger, and then his heart moved, and then said, "What is this white jade ladder?

"Surprise? First of all, you have to know that this king is not surprised, and secondly, you have to know that there is nothing in this world that can surprise this king, this king is just sighing, sighing, do you understand? Hey, you don't understand what you told you."

"Uh...... , you poultry, can you speak human language?"

"This king is not a man, and this king is not a poultry"

The corners of Zi Han's mouth twitched, and he had the urge to pinch it to death, and then he was patient and said, "Chicken, do you want to say it?"

Blood Moon's voice fell silent, and after a long time, he remembered faintly, "What you see is the legendary White Jade Ladder, but the White Jade Ladder is not a powerful divine weapon, and it is rumored that the White Jade Ladder can condense the spiritual power of heaven and earth to create a path to heaven."

"The Road to Heaven?"

"Naturally, this road to heaven does not refer to the ladder to the sky, this is just a legend, and the white jade ladder will only emerge when those major sects open the mountain to accept disciples, and the ladder is used to verify the potential of the disciples, and the higher the ladder represents the more amazing the potential."

"How do you verify it? Is it based on the height of the climbing ladder?"

"Although the white jade ladder is called the ladder, but the ladder is only ninety-nine steps, ten steps for the beginning, twenty for the usual, but anyone who can climb the thirty steps can be called talents, forty is a genius, if you can climb the fifty steps must be a masterpiece, set for the major sects to compete for training"

Zi Han looked at the heavenly ladder glowing with white light, took a deep breath, thought of something, and said, "What if you finish climbing the ninety-ninth step?"

"Ninety-nine Order, you didn't take the wrong medicine, sixty is a ghost talent, seventy is claimed to have the ability to become a saint, don't say ninety-nine Order, even if there is one person in the Eighty Order, he is unparalleled in the world, he can be called a peerless genius, and he will not appear for tens of thousands of years."

Zi Han's body and mind trembled, looking at the ladder for a long time speechless, and finally nodded slightly, Zi Han, who was originally disapproving, looked at the white jade ladder at this time, but his eyes became eager, he was very curious about how much potential he had, and for a while, he became eager to try it like everyone else.

Zi Han looked at the person who climbed the ladder with great interest, and in a trance, he suddenly frowned, and looked sideways into the distance, a group of people surrounded Feng Yu, who had been walking with him before.

Zi Han's eyes were suddenly a little cold, Feng Yu was trampled under his feet at this time, his eyes were humiliated but helpless, he wanted to struggle, but he was not the opponent of so many people at all, with despair in his eyes, looking at this scene Zi Han was a little distracted.

He seemed to remember something, and suddenly walked forward, straight into the crowd, looked at Feng Yu who was trampled underfoot, looked at the man, and said coldly, "Give you a chance to let him go"

The man was burly, with a pair of triangular eyes, but his eyes looked at Zi Han very fiercely, a little stunned, and said, "What did you say?"

"Let him go" Zi Han spoke again, a little cold in his voice.

Feng Yu struggled to raise his head, and Zi Han, who was surprised, couldn't help but be a little moved, but immediately came to his senses, and said solemnly, "Little brother, go quickly, you are not their opponent."

Zi Han's eyes were firm, ignoring his words, and stared directly at the burly young man, waiting, waiting for his answer.

The young man's originally fierce gaze gradually converged, and he was a little frightened at this time, because he saw the calm in Zi Han's eyes, which were as quiet as a lake without waves, and the next moment the man suddenly laughed, looked Zi Han up and down, and sneered, "Boy, I really don't know who gave you so much confidence, it's just the strength of the middle stage of the spirit transformation, and you don't weigh yourself if you want to be a hero."

"I don't want to say the same thing a third time" Zi Han looked at him, but the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile.

Well?

The man's face suddenly sank, "Hmph, boy, I think you're looking for death"

Rumble!

The man's condensing fist instantly gathered a violent spiritual power, and a punch blasted out towards Zi Han, and a wisp of fierce fist wind with the feeling of splitting gold and cracking stones, smashed down with a punch, and the people around saw this with a look of surprise in their eyes.

"It turns out that Brother Wang Mang has actually reached the late stage of the Spirit Mirror"

"It's really amazing, it's not worse than those young masters of the main family"

"How old is this kid, how can he be the opponent of Wang Mang's eldest brother"

Bang!

A vague spiritual power gathered in Zi Han's palm, his sleeves shook and hunted, his steps were heavy, and he jumped away, Wang Mang frowned, withdrew his previous punch, looked at Zi Han's figure with some surprise, and became solemn for a while.

"Fist of the Soul"

Wang Mang burst into a shout, and greeted Zi Han with the martial arts of the Xuan Rank Lower Grade, and a stream of spiritual power appeared above his fist at this time, with ferocity in his eyes, and he drank in his mouth, trying his best.

Zi Han flew down, a bright point of light above his index finger suddenly condensed, and the spiritual power outside his body continued to condense towards his fingertips, and a ray of light became dazzling at Zi Han's fingertips.

"Broken Soul Finger, One Finger Broken Spirit"

A beam of light shone up, and countless people looked sideways, opened their mouths slightly, and looked at this scene with surprise in their eyes, feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power that made their hearts tremble.

Rumble!

A roaring sound suddenly sounded, and when the dust fell, Wang Mang's burly figure lay on the ground and twitched, his arm was pierced straight through his palm, and his whole arm was twisted with blood, looking at Zi Han incredulously.

"One move? He actually defeated Wang Mang in one move"

"Oh my God, he's obviously only in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm."

"This, this ......" Feng Yu looked at Zi Han in surprise, and couldn't even say anything.

For a while, countless people looked at Zi Han with horrified eyes, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy actually defeated Wang Mang with one move, which made people feel incredible, and it was even more impossible to guess Zi Han's strength.

"Kill him for me, kill him and I'll let you enter the Wang family" Wang Mang's face was twisted, he looked at Zi Han with resentment, and opened his mouth to drink vigorously.

In a word, everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and the spiritual power on their respective bodies quietly gathered out, and their eyes were extremely unkind.

The breeze lifted the purple cold clothes, looked at everyone, laughed softly, and said, "Don't you want to die?"

Listening to Zi Han's words, everyone's faces became ugly, and they no longer concealed it, and all their spiritual power surged out, "Boy, you are too arrogant, take your life"

Swish!

A touch of cold light was imprinted in the eyes of everyone, a sword light shone, a blood splashed, the originally red earth became bright at this moment, a person fell to the ground, Zi Han jumped in the air, the long sword was horizontal, and a sword light slashed into the earth, looking at the man in the distance, the sword moved with his heart, and the flying sword slashed.

"It's really unfortunate, Wang Hui offended me yesterday, since he is from the Wang family, stay here"

However, just when the long sword was about to see the blood light, a wisp of snow-white appeared on the red earth, and above the nine heavens, a snow-white horse dance in the sky, and the touch of white on the red earth was particularly conspicuous.

Boom!

Zi Han turned around, the long sword buzzed, his brows frowned slightly, and only at this moment did he see clearly that it was a piece of snow-white silk, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart for a while, and the long sword in his hand was pulled back and cut straight off, and the silk turned into a cloud of debris between the tilt of spiritual power, fluttering and falling like falling snow.

"Who are you, and why do you want to kill them all?"

A light voice, accompanied by the white silk above the sky, staggered and fluttering and falling, a delicate shadow stepped on the silk and fell, the toes lightly stepped on the white silk, a pair of eyes like ice and snow with a cold and proud meaning.

Airplanes!

The long sword shook, making a light trembling sound, and looking back, his eyes were like stars, glowing with a quiet starlight.

"Sword King"

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