Chapter 167: Kneeling on Biden Hill

The words that appeared on the stele were, kneeling on Biden Mountain, one step at a time, and kowtowing, how many monks could complete such conditions? Xiao Ran's heart also began to estimate, these conditions are really not completed by people, not to mention that if you climb to the top of the mountain, if you can't climb halfway up the mountain, you will really die due to excessive bleeding.

Xiao Ran shook his head, the conditions set by the followers of this Trapping Immortal Sword had indeed passed a little bit, if they climbed the mountain in this way, I don't know how many monks would die! Xiao Ran looked at the Golden Lion King and said, "You go to the belly of this mountain! Cultivate hard, this is a treasure land." "Treasure land? There is no spiritual power here, how can it be called a treasure land.

The snake was also a little surprised, and still looked at Xiao Ran with puzzled eyes, but Xiao Ran said patiently: "You still listen to me! Go to the belly of the mountain! Soon there will be enough spiritual power." "That's right, this secret realm really won't last too long, there are some things, not many people can see through it, but Xiao Ran can.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Ran had already begun to climb the mountain, and Xiao Ran knelt heavily on the ground on the first step, and there was another plop, a sound, Xiao Ran had already begun to do those things according to what the stone tablet said. Those monks who were stunned in front of the stone tablet also moved forward, began to kneel and worship, and hiked up the mountain, they now know that most of the monks who entered before will never come out, among them, there are two possibilities, one is that these people are dead, the other is sealed in the secret realm, of course, the latter is a better possibility.

Xiao Ran ignored those people, and still knelt down to worship the mountain, and the two snakes also knew that Xiao Ran didn't want them to suffer like this, so they sent them to the belly of the mountain to practice, but where there is no spiritual power, what is it for monks, it is garbage, yes, it is garbage, you can't cultivate without spiritual power, for monks, cultivation is the king.

Xiao Ran is still smiling, it is already ten steps at the moment, but it is still not one ten-thousandth of the Qinglong Mountain, but Xiao Ran's head is indeed a little red, however, the foreheads of some monks do not appear at all, they are urging the spiritual power in the body, and they don't feel too much pain, as everyone knows, this consumes spiritual power, it is better to be like Xiao Ran, and save the spiritual power in the final recovery.

An old man standing on the top of Qinglong Mountain took out the stone table and chair, as if looking at everything under the mountain, and said to himself: "That kid, sure enough, it seems that the divine sword is really important to him!" This old man is the old man who sells water on the side of the road, and it can be guessed at this moment that the old man is looking for the inheritor of this immortal sword.

However, how could the inheritance of this divine sword be so easy to obtain, it was all elected under the test of all kinds, and there were really too many monks under the mountain, Xiao Ran went to the fifteenth ladder, and at the first ladder, there were still monks, they were waiting, waiting for the monks in front of them to go up, however, there were many monks, but I don't know how many people would stick to it.

There was another loud bang, and there was already blood flowing out of Xiao Ran's forehead, but he had to insist, otherwise, it would be impossible to satisfy his followers at all, let alone this trapped immortal sword.

Step after step, blood mark after blood, these more than fifty steps, there are blood stains of Xiao Ran, and the blood stains that don't look big one by one, but for Xiao Ran, there is no longer the slightest pain, and those monks behind him saw it, and they all secretly said in their hearts: "This kid, it's really dead!" Because no matter which monk it is, they all use spiritual power to protect their bodies, and for this reason, they are not hurt much.

But Xiao Ran is also different, for the awe of the divine sword, he did not use spiritual power to protect himself, so he has been tortured a lot from beginning to end, the old man on the top of the mountain stroked his beard and drank tea: "It seems that it is time to exert coercion!" It is enough to show that with the existence of coercion, those monks, the road up the mountain is even more rugged, and the sin they suffer is even greater.

This is indeed the case, there is nothing wrong at all, this coercion has just been passed down, and some monks can't hold on and collapse to the ground, after the old man saw it, he said: "This secret realm has nothing to do with you, let's leave quickly!"

Xiao Ran, who was under coercion, was indeed uncomfortable, lowered his head and kept walking forward, he had already opened the tenth order with the rest of the monks, even if it was a monk of Jindan, it was because he began to protect himself and had some spiritual power output, so it was also a little difficult to resist coercion now, Xiao Ran turned his head and looked behind him, and said to himself: "It's really not so simple!" It really won't be simple, but when Xiao Ran said this, the blood on his forehead had already dripped on the ground.

There are thousands of steps of the Heavenly Dao, the Qinglong Mountain in front of him, it is more difficult to walk than the Heavenly Dao, the water can hold on to the end, it is still an unknown, Xiao Ran ignored the people behind him, and kept kowtowing forward, at this moment, his head is already extremely painful, but he still needs to persevere, because he has just walked more than 100 steps, and there are still many steps that he needs to climb.

Xiao Ran looked at the high mountain, shook his head, and the blood flowed to both sides, Xiao Ran didn't care about it so much, and climbed up again, the higher he went, the more obvious the coercion became, and finally, the monks who followed Xiao Ran knew that this was a coercion! But they knew too late, if they gave up at this moment, they would be blown to the bottom of the mountain by a hurricane, just like those monks.

The old man was very satisfied with Xiao Ran's performance, and said to himself: "This coercion, this coercion is still a little small! Let's increase it!" Because the coercion at the moment has basically made these monks adapt, and it is really difficult to eliminate those monks, so only by continuously increasing the coercion in the middle can we continue to eliminate those monks.

Xiao Ran looked at the top of the mountain, no longer got up, and knocked upwards step by step, those monks who followed him closely were once again pulled away by him, and the pressure continued, although there were more than a thousand steps, only one-tenth, Xiao Ran's head was like a big hole, the blood was constantly left, and there were no monks behind him, and on this road, it seemed to be monopolized by Xiao Ran.

Finally, Xiao Ran couldn't bear it anymore, his body shook, and the whole person rolled down on the top of the mountain, and at the moment when Xiao Ran was awake again, he got up again and continued to kneel, but this time he didn't knock his head down, as if he was attracted by a suction, and flew towards the mountain.

Those monks on the ground were blinking, originally thinking that Xiao Ran was crazy, but now they all regretted it a little, compared to Xiao Ran, they were not even as good as fools. (To be continued.) )