Dull dark clouds shrouded the earth, heavy rain washed everything violently, splashing water one after another, dotting the cool rain scene, without losing the breath of life. The Broken Soul Mountain towers high in the clouds, towering majestically, like a pillar between heaven and earth, looking down on all beings. The convex and concave faults are as dangerous as heaven, and there is nowhere to focus, and the erosion of rain makes these faults smooth and delicate, adding a bit of danger.

Xingmu gasped for breath in the night, clutching a stone with both hands, one foot embedded in the crack of the stone, and the other foot had nowhere to focus, so he had to hang in the air. The dense raindrops had already wet the soul suit of Xingmu Nightfall at this time, and the wet broken hair on his forehead knotted together, and the water droplets fell down drop by drop. Xingmu Remnant Night could barely see the scene in front of him, his vision was separated by a thin layer of mist, and he could only see some mixed outlines, so he had to keep blinking to keep his eyes clean. With the passage of time, his physical strength began to decline severely, and his hands were a little loose, and because his feet were constantly embedded in the cracks of the stones, he could not move in time, and began to convuls.

But he still doesn't want to give up, because he wants to constantly break through the limits and constantly strengthen his strength and perseverance. At this moment, the flow of time can only be measured in seconds, one second, one second, and another second, and he struggles to climb upwards, and he keeps telling himself: just hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, hold on again......

The steep and majestic Broken Soul Mountain is even more majestic in the heavy rain, the vast mountain covers the sky and the sun, and the sharp peaks seem to poke the cloud curtain open and point to the sky. "Ninety-nine Broken Soul Mountain, layer by layer like a moat", this is the description of Broken Soul Mountain all along, eighty-one layers of Broken Soul Mountain, who can climb to the top?

Since the birth of the Soul Realm, Broken Soul Mountain has always existed, and no one knows the origin of this strange peak. But no matter what era it is, Broken Soul Mountain is listed as a forbidden area for life, on the one hand, because each layer of its mountain is almost vertical to the ground, and the stone surface is extremely smooth, if you are not careful, you will be crushed; Therefore, no one wants to come here.

But Xingmu Nightfall came, because he knew that only in an environment of life and death would people's potential be infinitely stimulated, and normal cultivation would never produce a truly strong person. Every day, in addition to carrying out normal physical arts practice with Zijing, he would march to the top of the Broken Soul Mountain after practicing, and because there were no soul beasts at the bottom of the Broken Soul Mountain, only some wild beasts. Pinching his fingers, this is the fifth day that Xingmu has come to Broken Soul Mountain in the night, but today he is really too ambitious, two hundred meters is already his limit, but he still refuses to give up, his body is getting weaker and weaker, his muscles are constantly trembling, and finally, more than two hundred meters above the ground, he stepped into the air and fell straight down......

"Is it going to be over? huh...... I haven't gotten stronger yet...... Haven't taken revenge yet...... There is no ...... yet".

Xingmu looked at the endless rain silk at night, as dense and gorgeous as silk threads, weaving the sky and the earth together...... He felt so tired and tired,

Why did he put such a heavy bond on his shoulders? Why did he deprive him of his happy life? Why did the person he loved not love him, and why did his dearest brother betray him? Why...... His heart swelled up with infinite attachment and resentment at this moment. But he laughed, laughed so sadly, so pitiful, that after this moment, he was free, forever......

"Water Soul Technique - Turning the Waves!".

Between the lightning and flint, a female voice suddenly sounded, and then a huge wave on the ground rose out of thin air, rushing towards the starwood night, and caught it steadily.

It then descends slowly, eventually placing it on the ground unscathed.

The person who came was Zi Jing, a few days ago, she began to suspect Xingmu Wanye, and the daily cultivation content was just physical training, but there were obviously some scratches on Xingmu Wanye's hands, and there were large and small blood blisters in the palms, which could only show that these injuries were suffered outside of normal practice. At first, Zi Jing thought it was caused by doing some heavy work, but in the next few days, the injuries on Xingmu Night's hands increased unabated, and the soul suit was also damaged, as if it was broken by something. So after practicing this afternoon, Zi Jing followed behind Xingmu Night, looking for answers.

But she never expected that Starwood Nightfall would come to Broken Soul Mountain, and she hid on top of a nearby giant tree, secretly observing through the gaps between the leaves. When she saw Xingmu Night's next move, she felt both relieved and distressed, after all, it was a ten-year-old child, and the childishness on her face had not yet faded, but she had to climb such a steep and dangerous peak. She didn't understand why this kid named Starry Night was so desperate, why he could have such terrifying perseverance, and where did the anger, loss, and sadness in his eyes come from? His eyes seemed to be a whirlpool with a huge suction power, and people couldn't help but want to get closer. Zi Jing couldn't say what kind of feelings she had for the child in front of her, but she knew that this child might become a man standing at the peak of the soul world in the future.

She had already seen that 200 meters was already the limit of the Starwood Night, and thought that the Starwood Nightshade would stop at 200 meters, but the Starwood Nightshade did not stop, and in the next second, it crossed the 200 meters. Zi Jing felt extremely shocked, and was afraid, as a soul person, she must always take the preservation of life as the premise, which is also the education she has received since she was a child. But Starwood Night's rash challenge to the limit is purely risky, and it is without anyone around. "Crazy!, just a little madman!", Zi Jing scolded secretly, ready to make a move.

But half an hour later, Xingmu Wanye was still climbing upwards there, Zi Jing could hardly believe the scene in front of her, because she had secretly released her soul sense, and found out that Xingmu Wanye had exhausted her strength, so what did he rely on to insist? She knew that Xingmu Wanye had not yet started to practice soul arts, so naturally she had no soul power, and after dispelling this concept, Zi Jing was almost puzzled. I didn't think much about it, because Xingmu Nights were really about to be unable to hold on. Finally, a thin figure fell...... Zijing intervened in time to save him.

Zi Jing held Xingmu Wanye in her arms, probed his physical condition, and confirmed that she was only too tired before she breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded: "You!

Xingmu Nightfall felt as if he was still conscious, and vaguely felt a softness behind him, and a hint of fresh fragrance. I saw a shadow in the blur, I roughly knew who it was, and I smiled bitterly and made a faint voice: "I didn't expect someone to save my ......."

Zi Jing looked at the Xingmu Remnant Night in her arms, which was still a child, and suddenly felt a kind of distress, what did this ten-year-old child endure, and said slowly: "I will accompany you to practice in the future!"

If you can't get happiness, I wish her happiness

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