Stepping on the mountain, Shisanlang's pace is slow and steady, and the soles of his feet always have ripples echoing.

The trail of 28 types of stones was slippery to tread, and Jusan Lang did not use the Tao to lighten his body, and in order to maintain his grip, his toes cut holes like hooks, like the marks left by a farmer when he sowed hope.

Those marks, those pits, didn't last long, and every time Thirteen Lang moved his footsteps, the sand and gravel resolutely returned to their original state at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, as if nothing had happened.

Jusan Lang noticed this scene. Unlike the last time he walked, this time he had a heart in his body, and no slight changes could hide his spiritual sense.

"Five thousand eight hundred and seventy-three steps"

Whether it is breaking the formation, breaking the ban, or breaking the illusion, the first thing is to find the center of gravity, and the previous experience of seeing through it tells Jusan Lang that when he can confirm that a place is false and can find conclusive evidence, it will disappear from sight. This situation undoubtedly has some meaning, and it may be the way to decipher this illusion, but it is stupid.

Thirteen Lang didn't know if every building was illusory, and if he studied and figured out how to crack it one by one, it would take almost endless time, and he didn't have that much to spare, so he had to find another way.

So he thought of the mountain. Jusan Lang was sure that it was an "unreal", at least partially unreal mountain, and he had enough evidence to prove this suspicion, but the mountain had not disappeared like the auction house.

What does that mean? But he knew that there must be something strange about this mountain, and since he chose everywhere, it was better to start here.

"Maybe it should be higher. ”

Study the peaks. The most striking thing is the road, its shape, its trend, and its structure. And that ubiquitous, ubiquitous suction, all of which reminds Thirteen. This is a clue deliberately left by the people who set up the formation.

Of course, he wasn't necessarily the only target.

For some reason, Jusan Lang had an almost intuitive belief that when the store disappeared, the mountain and the road had changed somehow. For example, will it become shorter than before?

It sounds a bit mysterious, but the intuitive way to say is that there is something similar to a "formation eye" in this space that is likened to a hole in a beehive, and is it the mountain that "will not disappear after seeing through"?

In conditions where there are no more clues to analyze. This is the only entry point that can and is easy to think of. Ten months of research and derivation between the father and daughter finally came to this conclusion, which was then verified by Shisanlang.

It's always the hardest to get started.

Thirteen Lang didn't know whether the direction of attacking the mountain was right or not, he only concluded one point: finding the right direction can get twice the result with half the effort, and it is worth spending precious time for this!

The 10,000-meter peak is not high, but its slope is relatively large, and the thirteen lang climbs with the flesh like ordinary people, and must follow certain laws.

For example, he needs to lean forward. His waist is slightly arched to keep it steady, his arms swing back and forth, far more forward than backward, his heels are barely touching the ground, and his toes are hard to prevent slipping. Occasionally, he glanced back behind him, observing how quickly and how the pits were gone. with the arrangement of twenty-eight kinds of stones.

Ripples are constantly being released under your feet. It was the forbidden ring that Thirteen Lang did best, and it wouldn't help him move forward, and it wouldn't have any effect on the stones. Like countless blinking eyes, sweeping back and forth, repeatedly.

It's the dumbest way to do it.

In a trance, I went back to the moment when Thirteen Lang climbed the stairs in front of the forbidden building eighty years ago. Like an ant moving a mountain, it looks at it little by little, analyzes, calculates, and derives it little by little. At that time, he was so "simple". It's like a person who is eager to read enters the library, obsessed with what he sees, amazed by every discovery, every bit of progress. Today, he has "read all the vicissitudes of life" and cultivated his combat strength to a point that ordinary people cannot imagine, but the difficulties and hardships he faces are no less than those of those years, and they are no less than those of those years.

The road is under the feet, and the people who walk gradually realize the difficulty, and their expressions are a little happy.

The most obvious and intuitive feeling comes from the body, through the forbidden ring is far clearer than the body's instinct of touch, the first thing that Shisanlang can distinguish is that the so-called suction does not only start from the soles of the feet, nor is it scattered in every part of the body that has a corresponding to the mountain peaks like a projection, but according to the acupuncture points and meridians all over the body, but it is not very similar. The difference is that the soles of the feet that are in direct contact with the mountain road are relatively fast, such as Yongquan, Taichong, and Kunlun three acupoints, and the suction is the most powerful, while the other parts are reduced according to the distance from the mountain and whether there is an obstacle in the middle.

To describe it, the so-called suction force is like a series of hollow pipes that connect the mountain to the body, and these tubes are the channels through which the suction power is generated, and the degree of its degree is affected by whether it is in contact with the mountain and whether there is a direct obstacle.

In order to verify, Jusan Lang adjusted his walking posture several times. For example, he puts his toes straight up, leans forward more or lower, "hides" his hands above his head or takes them away, or simply puts his feet flat on the ground while leaning back like a bow until he is almost parallel to the ground. The effect of refining the body was fully reflected in this process, and with his excellent physique and strong physical strength, it still seemed easy for him to do these things against gravity, but Jusan Lang could conclude from his feelings that if he were replaced by an ordinary monk, he would already be overwhelmed.

"Magnetism?poles?"

With these words in mind, Shisanro tried to discern what those points meant from the perspective of Taoism, and soon derived another concept that was "useful" for the arrayers: yin and yang.

Cultivators, whether they are spirits and demons, pay attention to yin and yang and the five elements, and Shisanlang is not proficient in this, but he knows that the human body has meridians, and the meridians also have yin and yang, and there are five elements gathered;

In fact, these are not all the acupuncture points of the human body, if all the acupuncture points of the human body are counted, the number may exceed 1,000. Those acupuncture points that are not remembered by ordinary people are actually the points where the five elements gather, commonly known as Jiaobo.

Thirteen Lang's cultivation path is different from that of the vast majority of monks, and the bias is too heavy and the light is too thin. Don't say memorize all the acupuncture points, even the 365 main acupoints only know the general outline. Therefore, it is impossible to discern whether those points are acupuncture points, and if so, what kind of meaning they contain and according to what criteria.

If you don't understand, you don't understand. There is no point in guessing out of thin air, and if you don't know, you can't find a way to crack it, which means that Jusan Lang can only watch himself lose his stamina or something else, and who knows what he can get.

"When the book is used, I hate it less. ”

With a faint self-deprecation, Thirteen Lang quickly thought of his own solution.

He stopped, his body swayed slightly and split in two, one lying flat in the middle of the mountain road with his head and feet, allowing the suction force of each point of his body to increase to the maximum, and standing above the thirteen langs, quietly feeling everything that his body could feel, and then began to count.

It needs to be mentioned. When a person's body is not connected to the mountain, no matter what, there is nothing abnormal about this mountain; before the father and daughter observed it for two and ten months, it could be broken a long time ago, and it was impossible to contribute to the cultivation in this way.

Once he did this, Shisanlang suddenly realized the horror of this mountain peak, there seemed to be a bang in his mind, and the suction force increased more than ten times, and his body seemed to be pushed and held down by a giant palm, clinging to the mountain road. What's even more intimidating is when the whole body meets the mountain peaks. That sucking was no longer limited to physical strength, but was withdrawn along with mana cultivation and spiritual energy, and even the soul was loosened.

Thirteen Lang's face changed color slightly, and he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart. If it is replaced with a normal overhaul. If you gradually consume it by climbing, and finally if you are unconsciously absorbed by the mountain peak, can you still struggle to get away?

The answer is no. The last time I climbed the mountain, I told Jusan Lang. That kind of formless and insubstantial passage has an extremely strong paralyzing characteristic, and the gap between ordinary monks and ordinary monks is too big in physical strength in the first place. When I realize it, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to struggle.

"People are like that. What about beasts, demons, ghosts?"

Thirteen Lang faintly grasped some threads, and was thinking about the idea of suddenly hearing the doppelganger, and sending it with the result.

"There are twenty-five places of suction, light or dark all over the body, and only the hands are missing. ”

At the same time, the rouge bird inside the body hissed, warning Jusan Lang to leave this ghost place quickly, otherwise it would damage the fire of the true spirit.

"Is that so?"

The thread in his mind became clearer, and Thirteen Lang turned over and sat up, but he didn't succeed

The feeling of being stuck to the glue, accompanied by the sharp pain of the meridians being torn off, because the whole body is adsorbed on the ground, the adsorbed person can hardly find any way to exert force, how to break free?

But he's Thirteen Lang.

Magical powers are not necessarily useful, and Jusan Lang soon discovers this, and instead of running smoothly, the mana is flowing like a flood into the pipes attached to the mountain peaks, and it is impossible to use any magical powers until he can "adapt" to this situation.

Adapt to this situation? Before that, the mana would have been exhausted, but then again, what if it could be used?

The strength of the pipes that transmit suction is obviously increasing with whether it is in contact with the mountain peak, that is, with each additional contact, the suction force will be much stronger, and twenty-five straws will make the body of Shisanlang unable to struggle, if the number is increased by three, what will be the result?

Weishenme said add three more to it? It's not two or five, it's not seven, eight or whatever?

Because of those hands, those hands that have been able to move freely so far, unaffected by the mountain peaks in the slightest.

"Let me do it myself. ”

The doppelganger doesn't need to be commanded, and it doesn't need to be deliberately informed, as long as the body has a thought, the doppelganger will naturally know it, and the audience who said this was not him, but the mountain behind him that firmly welded his body like a sucker.

With his hands on the ground, Jusan Lang raised his arms little by little, broke his head, straightened his chest, straightened his waist, and stood up straight.

"Idiot, the master's hands have neither meridians nor acupuncture points, what can you do with me?"

Thirteen Lang, who had completed all this, was sweating profusely, looking proud and proud, as if he had just won a battle and had triumphed from the battlefield. Gently raising his legs, his expression suddenly changed from sarcasm to hideousness, and he stomped his feet heavily.

"I guess you can hear it, give you a chance to mend your ways: spit out as much as you eat!"

(To be continued......)