Before Puton could speak, the old man pointed to the back and said to himself: "This is the first level. ”

The four of them subconsciously followed the old man's hope.

The white mist spreads, there are infinite mountains undulating, there are many dangerous peaks, plains and hills are interspersed among them, like shadows, the scenery is divided into four seasons, the lake in front is three feet of ice, and the mountains behind are in full bloom. The left is close to the bleak autumn wind and frost leaves, and the willows on the right are noisy with cicadas.

This is the Four Seasons Mountain Range, in which there are many divergent paths, and you can travel through the mountains with mortal bodies and find the second level, which is considered to be passed.

Another finger, four roads appeared, a stone path, a koi in the pond, a golden floor tile, golden splendor, a rugged path, full of weeds, and a white jade avenue, purple faintly.

Finally, the old man bowed to the end, his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, and said, "Please." ”

The four of them looked at the path, all thinking.

These four paths depict different landscapes. Faintly refers to the main road.

The old man bowed to the end again, his voice still not rising and falling, and said, "Please." ”

Ye Junsheng smiled, this level should be asked, is the heart of seeking the Tao strong?

The four of them glanced at each other, and just as they were saying goodbye to each other and leaving, an indescribable feeling suddenly enveloped them, and the four of them changed color in unison.

White, blue, blue, red, and yellow five-color brilliance appeared, converging on the four of Ye Junsheng, countless prohibitions on the body surface, unchanging, and the forbidden aura was revealed, with an awe-inspiring and unfathomable power.

When it calms down, the Four Seasons Mountains are still the same, and the white fog fills the original. It's as if the five-colored brilliance never happened.

The four of them immediately examined their bodies, Ye Junsheng didn't know what others thought, anyway, he smiled bitterly.

"It's really a mortal body. ”

Divine thoughts cannot be separated from the body, the true yuan is silent, magic weapons cannot communicate, and magic restrictions are sealed. The only thing that can be relied on is the innate body.

On the other hand, Ye Junsheng is much inferior to the three of them. The strongest thing about the demon clan is their demon body, and most of the demon clan's magical spells can only be performed with the demon body. The human race cultivates the demon clan exercises, first of all, to exercise the physical body, and the demonization phenomenon is also because of this.

"That's it. ”

"It doesn't matter if it's a road or it's rough. If it is strong, even if it is wrong, with perseverance and perseverance, it will run through, and it will be the road! If it is not strong, it is a smooth road, and it is difficult to reach the end, and it will be difficult to reach the top. ”

Ye Junsheng took a deep breath and walked towards the rugged path overgrown with weeds.

A day later, Ye Junsheng reappeared in front of the four paths, looking surprised.

Originally, I thought that there were countless dangers and obstacles on the road, just like on the road of cultivation, you need to be determined and perseverance and overcome obstacles to reach the other side.

Unexpectedly, not only was there no difficulty, but the appearance of the rugged path was also bluffing. The back is very flat.

After pondering for a moment, he turned to walk towards the white jade avenue.

It's another day, it's still here, Ye Junsheng has a gloomy face, purses his lips, and turns to the gravel path.

Another day, in the same place, Ye Junsheng touched his stomach, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the gold-paved avenue.

Day after day, four full days passed.

It wasn't until he had walked all four roads that Ye Junsheng stopped, his brows furrowed. At this time, there was no expression on his face, only a numb face.

"His grandmother's, he was tricked. ”

Yuan Ying scolded and scolded, holding his stomach with his hands, and there was a burst of thunder, even if he sealed the cultivation, he didn't care about the food. I'm going to starve to death.

Ye Junsheng also wanted to scold. It's not about self-cultivation.

There is no difference between these four roads, only the beginning is different, and the later ones are exactly the same bluestone floor tiles. On a few occasions, the four even bumped into each other.

"That's not going to work,"

Ye Junsheng turned around and heard Shen Huan say: "Cultivation, Divine Thought, and True Yuan are sealed, and there is no way to clear the valley, and there is no way to take out the rest grain pill from the mustard bag." If you continue like this, you can only starve to death. ”

Suddenly laughed bitterly: "As a cultivator, starving to death like a mortal is really ironic." ”

"What the hell is going to do to get through?"

Ye Junsheng clutched his stomach, only felt gurgling, and was irritable, so he could only look around with his eyes and divert his attention.

The wind is howling in this mountain range, and the white mist is clutching. The beauty of the four seasons can be seen faintly, as if time is dislocated, and spring, summer, autumn and winter coexist here.

Although it is a beautiful scenery in the world, it is also common throughout the year, but here, it gives people a sense of unreality.

His gaze swept over the old man, and he immediately bowed and asked, "What do you command?"

"What else do you command? Can you get me something to eat, or let me out?" Ye Junsheng was secretly quite belly. Didn't say it either.

This old man behaved like an ordinary person, but in fact he was not a human at all. It should be said that it does not belong to any intelligent race.

Whether it is a casual cultivator or a sect monk, as long as it is above the primordial god, most of them have their own immortal mansions and dojos.

The role of this immortal mansion and dojo is not only to live, followers, and welcome guests, but also to exist like a large array to protect the mountain. And within a house, there must be a core.

The core is the foundation of controlling the Immortal Mansion. The old man is the core projection of this Tenbeppu. Specially responsible for the management of the immortal mansion, welcoming distinguished guests inside, and rejecting strong enemies outside.

I was about to wave my hand, signal that I was fine, and let him leave, but my heart suddenly moved.

"The four paths have different surfaces, and later they are all bluestone tiles. ”

"Canglong respected the heavens as a human race, and later became a demon cultivator. ”

"Kill the Eastern Blue Emperor Cangyuan, in Liupan Mountain. ”

A glimmer of green flashed in Ye Junsheng's eyes, and he looked back at the old man, his eyes were blazing, and he said, "Poor road to find." The right hand pointed at the old man: "You are the second level." ”

It was just now that Ye Junsheng reacted.

Canglong Zuntian is a human race, but he cultivates the demon clan law and soars to the upper realm. Isn't this as straight as four paths with different surfaces, and in the end, they are all one. It means that all avenues are different paths to the same end. Mocked the Terrans fiercely.

As for the old man, Ye Junsheng let out a cold breath, his right hand pulled out the back of the void, the cold light flickered, penetrated into the old man's chest, and the sword qi exploded, cutting the old man's body into tens of millions, turning into points of light in the sky, fluttering until it merged into the heaven and earth.

Putting away the sword in his hand, thinking about Canglong Zuntian, how to deal with Cangyuan who led him into the path, Ye Junsheng understood.

It was tedious, but at the time, it was only for a moment.

After the old man's body disappeared, Puton opened his mouth and asked, "Ye Jianyou, what do you mean by this?"

Ye Junsheng just wanted to turn around, just for a moment, when the light completely dissipated, the old man appeared in front of him again, almost identical.

If it weren't for the fact that Puton's voice didn't fall, and he was still hovering in his ears, Ye Junsheng would have thought that he hadn't done anything at all.

"Is it wrong?"

Ye Junsheng frowned slightly, looked at the old man in front of him, and hesitated for a moment. Then he strengthened his mind and made another sword.