Since getting the fangs, Wu Ye has been cultivating in the waterfall even more unsleepably, dozens of days have passed in a flash, and there are only seven days left before the "Snake Slaying Conference".

This was his last practice at the Great Falls.

With a wild roar, Wu Ye jumped down from the 500-zhang high waterfall!

"Poof!"

It was already the wax moon, and the mountains were extremely cold, and the water in the deep pool was frozen to a little stagnant, and there was a layer of fine ice slag floating on the water surface, even if a feather floated into the water, it would be swallowed immediately.

He sank to the bottom of the dark water in an instant.

The incomparable impact and icy water caused his vitality to be cut off in an instant, leaving only the deepest part of his heart still maintaining a faint beat, while the cool meaning in his brain surged around his body in an instant, causing the vitality to explode again, condensing every trace of flesh and blood into a stronger than just now!

Under the dark water, Wu Ye opened his eyes suddenly, his sparkling eyes were like a crocodile that had found its prey, using his hands and feet together, paddling vigorously, shuttling rapidly in the whirlpool and turbulence, and suddenly jumped out of the water with a "bang", resisting the surging impact, and his hands and feet were firmly buckled on the rocks behind the waterfall!

He was like a big gecko, staring at the icy water, picking at the crevices and rocks with his fingers and toes, and climbing inch by inch towards the top of the 500-foot waterfall!

This is a new challenge he has given himself.

Although there are many benefits to the waterfall jumping cultivation method, there is one biggest problem - every time you jump a waterfall, you have to detour the mountain road for more than half an hour to get back to the top of the waterfall, and even if you don't sleep, you can't jump many times a day.

Looking at the rugged mountain road and the nearby waterfall, Wu Ye suddenly realized in his heart, thinking of the rock climber in his previous life.

Rock climbing is a kind of sport that requires strong coordination and flexibility to mobilize all the muscles around the body, and more importantly, rock climbing is a more volitional sport than a marathon!

Running a marathon, you can give up at any time, just stop.

Rock climbing is different, climbing in an unprotected state, as long as you go up, you can only persevere to the end, and the price of giving up is death!

To temper your body and will, rock climbing is undoubtedly one of the best cultivation methods.

However, with the strength of Wu Ye's current body, it was easy to climb ordinary cliffs, and he couldn't achieve the purpose of cultivation at all.

So, an extremely crazy idea popped up in his mind - from the bottom of the waterfall, against the impact of more than 500 zhang of water, against the current, to climb to the top!

It's an impossible practice.

The waterfall that bombarded down from a height of more than 500 zhang is like a sledgehammer with a strength of thousands of catties, and even the rocks will be shattered, let alone the human body.

The rocks behind the waterfall have been polished as smooth as a mirror under the impact of thousands of years of water, and they can't be pinched, so they can't start at all.

What's even worse is that on the mountainside more than 500 zhang high, the temperature is even colder, and there are large ice mounds floating in the river, which fall down from the snow top that freezes all year round on the top of Mahuang Mountain, go down the river, be washed down by the big waterfall, and smash into the deep pool to stir up thousands of waves, smash on people, and can directly smash people away!

Ma Boguang persuaded Wu Ye many times, the way of cultivation is gradual, even if he has a Nine Refining Demon Body, he can't torture himself so crazy, and he is smashed to the point that his brain bursts without paying attention, it's not a joke.

Wu Ye relied on the "Ancient Secret Law Iron Head Gong" to protect his body, and insisted on going his own way and going against the current.

"My enemy, but a powerful cultivator, if he can't even conquer this small waterfall, how can he fight with others?"

He clucked at the rock, like a stubborn snail, squirming upwards inch by inch.

The blade-like water column, he used "Iron Cloth Shirt" to carry it, the iron felt-like ice lump, he used "Iron Head Gong" to top, the fingernails and toenails were smoothed by the rocks, and the flesh and blood were worn through, revealing Bai Sensen's phalanges, he didn't care, the Nine Refining Demon Body was repaired again and again!

The nails peeled off once, grew again, peeled off again, grew again, and when the nails peeled off ninety-ninth times, he climbed to a height of three hundred and fifty feet.

It's been decades since he'd climbed the highest.

He was exhausted and had squeezed out the last of his strength.

"Let it go, as an acquired martial artist, how can you climb the five-hundred-zhang waterfall?" Ma Boguang sighed.

"Nope. Wu Ye's mind was already in a trance.

"Boom!"

The winter thunder shook, and the lead-gray clouds slammed into it like a fierce beast, knocking out the lightning and dancing, like a silver snake.

The biting raindrops were mixed with even more biting hail, rolling in all directions from the top, bottom, left and right, and the wind was like a million heavenly soldiers at the same time emitting an earth-shattering howl.

"Let it go. Even Ma Boguang couldn't resist the majestic strange power between heaven and earth, and hid in the Five Yin Transformation Divine Ring.

"Don't let it go!" Wu Ye wriggled his bloody fingers, leaving shocking blood marks on the rocks, and was immediately washed away by the rushing waterfall.

In the ferocious wind and rain, a large block of ice weighing thousands of catties suddenly fell, and hit Wu Ye directly, the only way to dodge was to let go and jump away, but his brain had been hit by the waterfall and was a little muddy, and the only thought flashed in the almost frozen sea of consciousness:

"I'm not going to let go!"

"Boom!"

The big ice cube smashed his body, the ice cube and blood splashed everywhere, and the shattered Wu Ye once again fell into the dark deep pool.

...... When it surfaced, the wind and rain were still raging.

Under the obscure sky, the deep pool gushed out a thousand waves, and the unstoppable waterfall was ravaged by the wind, like a giant python that was pinched by seven inches, slapping wildly on the cliff, sweeping out a terrifying wave, spinning up and down.

The fist-sized hail hit his face, but Wu Ye didn't seem to feel it, staring at the small sky above five hundred zhang in a daze.

How high up, how far away, like you can't climb it for 10,000 years!

Ma Boguang was still chattering in his ear: "Xiao Wu, forget it, you were lucky not to be stoned to death by ice cubes this time, and it may not be the next time! Today's cultivation is over, hurry up and go back to the cave to rest......"

This voice was heard in Wu Ye's ears, but it turned into a "buzzing" sound.

It was the screams of billions of imps.

In a trance, the world changed in front of me, the gray-white waterfalls and mountain cliffs turned into scorching red cliffs, the surface of every rock burned with raging fire, and every rock crevice would blow a frenzied yin wind.

From the bottom of the endless abyss of tumbling magma, countless imps gathered like locusts and struggled to climb up the crimson cliffs!

This is...... The scene of the selection of bull-headed ghosts in the eighteenth layer of hell back then!

If you want to be a bull-headed ghost, it's very simple, from the bottom of the eighteenth layer of hell, climb all the way up this raging red cliff, all the way to the Yellow Spring Hall!

Wu Ye remembers that at the beginning, hundreds of millions of imps climbed with him, and the dense ghost heads dyed the crimson cliffs black.

His fingers were worn through by the rubble, his body was scorched by the flames, and his soul was torn apart over and over again by the yin wind of the eighteen layers of hell, but he didn't care.

All he cared about was tens of thousands of miles above his head, a light the size of a needle—that was the light of the Huangquan Palace.

He crawls, crawls, climbs desperately!

On the first day, most of the imps fell from the crimson cliff and fell back into the endless agony of the eighteenth layer of hell.

The next day, only a few tens of millions of imps were still climbing.

On the third day, only a few million heads remained.

On the fourth day, there were just over 70,000 left.

On the fifth day, there were only more than 6,000 left!

In the end, he finally climbed from the eighteenth layer of hell to the Huangquan Palace, and also set a new record in the Netherworld - the slowest imp ever to climb the Huangquan Palace!

Generally speaking, a little ghost with a strong soul can climb the Huangquan Hall for seven days and seven nights.

Even the slowest one could not have lasted more than nine days and nine nights.

More than nine days and nine nights, it means that the soul of this little ghost is not strong enough, and he is not worthy of becoming a bull-headed ghost pawn at all, and it will be in vain to persist in it, and as the soul power is gradually exhausted, sooner or later he will fall back to the eighteenth layer of hell.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall!

This cruel law has never been broken by a single imp for thousands of years.

Wu Ye climbed for twenty-one days.

From the tenth day onwards, he was the only one left on the crimson cliff struggling, bull-headed and horse-faced, black and white impermanence, Hades judge, 100,000 ghost pawns, all the ghosts stared at him with wide eyes, guessing when this stupid little imp would lose his strength and fall back into the abyss.

But he climbed up against the stunned gazes of countless ghosts.

When he dragged a long trail of blood and squirmed into the Yellow Spring Hall, almost only a skeleton remained.

After becoming a bull-headed ghost, many ghosts asked him, for a whole twenty-one days of torture, Da Luo Jinxian may not be able to survive, how can you survive a little ghost?

He just smiled and never told any ghost what he saw when he looked up at the sky from the depths of the eighteenth layer of hell.

He saw two people smiling at him in the needle-point light.

Dad, Mommy.

"Boom!"

Another thunderbolt woke him up from his memories, but his relatives did not disappear, he clearly saw that above the five-hundred-zhang waterfall, his mother was pale, smiling and peeling apples, and his father was supporting him behind him, distressed and staring at him with anger.

That was the last time he saw his parents.

"Dad, Mom, wait for me!"

Squinting his eyes and gritting his teeth, he once again picked at the slippery rock, carried the waterfall, faced the wind and rain, and climbed up against the hail!

...... The next dawn.

The storm subsided, the hail melted, and the raging river beneath his feet and turned into a docile little snake.

He stood on a strangely shaped protruding rock at the top of the waterfall, and the rushing water rushed past him and plunged into a deep pool five hundred feet below.

He didn't have half a piece of good meat on his body, just like when he climbed from the eighteenth layer of hell to the Yellow Spring Palace.

Those eyes also shone with a light that once shocked the king of Hades.

Among the misty mountains and rivers, there is a surging red light.

He smiled, brought his fleshy hand to his mouth, inhaled deeply, and for half a column of incense, his entire chest was about to burst open, and then he let out a roar that was more arrogant than a storm, more savage than a fierce beast, and hotter than the magma underground.

The echoes of the valley, the rolling thunder, all testify to him, this five-hundred-foot waterfall has been trampled under his feet and severely suppressed.

And all the obstacles ahead, he will also suppress all the way!

(To be continued)