Despite being in the extreme realm of martial arts, Ling Zhan still felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth, his spirit was in a trance, and he always felt out of breath, even the figure of Wuzun in the pyramid looked a little blurry.

Looking at the senior brothers and sisters next to them, they are not like themselves, they are all paying attention to the situation inside the pyramid one by one. Seeing that they were all immersed in it, Ling Zhan didn't bother.

"Alas~ I'm dead!"

Ling Zhan sighed, rubbed his eyes, and blamed this qiē on his own weak strength.

At present, several senior brothers and sisters, except for the second senior sister Bingyun, the senior brother Mu Kong, the third senior brother He Yimo and the fourth senior brother Yan Qing are all nine-star martial saints, one step away from Wuzun. And the fifth senior sister Qiu Yan who is a little bird next to her and the sixth senior brother Tuoba Kui who is like the magic mountain, one is an eight-star martial saint and the other is a seven-star martial saint.

Look at yourself again, the little one-star martial arts sect is like the sesame seeds on the baked cake, inconspicuous. It's not so much that he was pulled by the big army, but that he dragged the back of the big army, and it dragged it too long, and he was pulling the eggs!

Now in this situation, it seems that there is no ten years or eight years, and it is impossible to catch up at all.

Ling Zhan lowered his head and felt a pain in Zhihai, as if someone had deliberately injured himself. Looking around, all the people were looking at the pyramid, Wang Zhi had also entered the altar, who would deliberately hurt himself?

Could it be the Directionless Martial Honor?

It's impossible, he can't take care of himself, how can he have the spare time to do this! And he is a small martial artist, in his eyes he is not even an ant, he will make a move to attack himself?

Ignoring the pain, Ling Zhan's eyes narrowed, and through the narrow slit in his eyes, he could see the situation in the pyramid in front of him clearly.

At this time, Wang Zhi was transferred to the pyramid by Mukong, a little hesitant, a little helpless, standing next to Wuxiang Wuzun, not knowing what he should do.

At this time, Zide Wuji spoke, and a low voice like thunder came out of his mouth: "Whenever Wuzun wins the championship, you can recruit disciples to accompany you to win the championship together, but you can only recruit one disciple." This disciple's main role is to suppress the formation!"

Ling Zhan nodded thoughtfully, there were many Heart Dao disciples, it would definitely disturb him, so it was okay to only go in one.

But speaking of which, even if a disciple goes in, it doesn't make much difference, it doesn't increase the success rate, and it can't help you resist the heavenly calamity, is it just to prepare for the empowerment after failure?

Instead of twisting and pinching, it is better to cut off your own back road and win the championship directly!

It's just that there are so many fetters that the success rate of winning the championship will be greatly reduced!

Zi Dewu looked ahead, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and he said after a long time: "What is the number of ascending to Sendai? The steps of ascending Sendai are different, the highest is a hundred steps, the lowest is nine steps, each step corresponds to the same number of calamities, and the calamity is divided into two types: internal calamity and external calamity. If you want to win the martial pole, you must cross all the steps, crack all the calamities, and finally absorb all the avenues in the golden pot above Dengxian Terrace in order to achieve the martial pole!" Speaking of this, Zi Dewu lowered his head, looked at Wang Zhi in the pyramid, and said: "Winning the championship successfully, absorbing the avenue in the golden jar, the essence of the vitality in the body changes, and the golden light is emitted all over the body, and the avenue of achievement is achieved." And at this time, the apprentice at the bottom of Dengxiantai is the first drop of blood after winning the martial arts!"

"First blood?" After hearing this term, Ling Zhan's figure was stunned, and he felt a little weird. Could it be that if the master fails to win the championship, he must give his lifelong skills to the apprentice to be empowered, and once he succeeds, he will not be able to kill the apprentice?

In this way, no matter what the outcome is, there is only one master and apprentice left!

When you are a master, you naturally want to succeed, so that you can achieve your own way, and if you are an apprentice, you definitely don't want to die.

I can't die, I can only kill the master!

Hearing this, several disciples of Mishan Wuzun all looked at Wang Zhi, who seemed to know nothing about the current situation, and sat on the ground in a daze.

Not only Ling Zhan, but also Mu Kong heard this kind of thing for the first time, and couldn't help but ask: "Since the master and apprentice can only survive one person, why don't you let the master go to Sendai alone at the beginning of the championship? Now Wuxiang Wuzun is doing this, it's no different from cannibalism!"

"How can it not be the same?"

At this time, Lang Zhen Wuji, who won the championship one hundred and twenty years ago, spoke: "The master and apprentice go in together, if the master succeeds, then the one who dies is just a martial saint-level apprentice." Once it fails, the master will give the apprentice an empowerment, and the apprentice will also be promoted to a five-star martial artist, and the loss of the sect will not be large. Lang Zhenwu paused, looked at Mu Kong, and suddenly sighed and said, "It seems that you are still too young and think about everything too simply." If the master goes in alone, it would be good if he succeeded, but what if he failed?"

Mu Kong shook his head, looked at the three martial poles with resolute eyes, and said in a serious voice: "What if the master has a deep relationship with the apprentice?"

Hearing this, Zide, Lang Zhen, and Mo Yunwuji laughed, but they were speechless.

Yes, what if the master and the apprentice have a deep relationship?

Everyone didn't dwell on this kind of issue for too long, after all, Wang Zhi had already entered, and it didn't make much sense to discuss this issue now. In any case, Wang Zhi can't get out. Now he only has two endings, either he gets the empowerment after the failure of Wuxiang Wuzun, or he becomes the first blood after Wuxiang's success in winning the championship.

Actually, Ling Zhan wanted to refute Mukong, he wanted to sue Mukong, some people were willing to die for each other because their feelings were too deep. Thinking of this, the gradually blurred back in Ling Zhan's mind suddenly became clear.

Liu Meng, the master of the previous life, has been an orphan for half his life, he has long been tired of the world, and he is passive and misanthropic all day long, waiting for death, it is because of him that he feels the warmth of the world.

At that time, he was as old as he is now, and he was sixteen or seventeen years old, young and full of enthusiasm, and went to participate in the battle of encircling and suppressing the Zerg for the first time, always thinking that the man was self-respecting, and became a god in a war.

Finally, one day, because of his wrong decision, all 80 members of the action team were wiped out, leaving only himself and his master, and there were Zerg on all sides. Ling Zhan remembered very well that at that time, Liu Meng helped him sort out the badge on the collar of his shirt, patted his shoulder and asked him not to be afraid, a trace of pride suddenly appeared on his wrinkled face, and he kissed his forehead with a stub beard: "Our little Ling Zhan, who is young, has become a second lieutenant in the army, and I haven't given you a good celebration." I remember when you were a child, you liked to set off firecrackers the most, and I will wait for the master to set off a super firecracker for you!"

At that time, Ling Zhan was still very naïve and asked: "Master, there is no festival, where did the firecrackers come from?"

"I forgot to tell you, in fact, I still have the identity of a magician, you sit still and don't move, and I'll see me perform magic tricks for you." ”

After speaking, Liu Meng pinched Ling Zhan's curious face, turned around, straightened his military hat, and then strode resolutely into the flying ship. Before opening the door of the flying ship, Liu Meng turned around and smiled at Ling Zhan.

Next, Ling Zhan saw a scene that he will never forget in his life, Liu Meng drove the flying ship into the Zerg, and without hesitation, the flying ship detonated, and the entire Grand Canyon shook violently, and the aftermath of the explosion killed more than half of the Zerg. And he sat in the mouth of the cave and watched this qiē happen, screaming, hammering the ground, and bleeding.

Why are you so naïve? The master said that he would do magic for himself, and he would really believe it.

Later, he was found and rescued by the troops, vowed to get ahead, climbed up desperately, and soon became the youngest major in the Federation, and his glory and body were radiant, but the master would never see it.

Thinking of this, Ling Zhan choked up a little, withdrew his thoughts, and refocused his gaze on the pyramid.

This kind of thing between apprentices and masters is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words, nor is it as simple as one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. But it has happened, and there is no way to undo it.

At this moment, Wuxiang Wuzun, who had been meditating on the ground, suddenly stood up, only to see a terrifying light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and the cold light flashed and detonated the air, causing an explosion in the pyramid.

Before the sound of the explosion subsided, I saw Wuxiang clenching his hands into fists, and struck towards the wall again and again, each punch carried the might of a dragon and tiger, and the dark golden wind made the color of the pyramid change!

Mu Wang opened his mouth to remind everyone: "There are a total of nine hundred and eighty-one steps in the Sendai here, which is the number of perfections, including the meaning of Zhou Tian. When I get on stage, I can go up more than a dozen floors in one breath!"

Everyone looked at each other, standing in the middle of the pyramid without direction, and when his fist wind caused the surrounding colors to change, a ladder appeared out of thin air in the middle of the pyramid!

The ladder really came from the sky, mighty and up to 100 meters, and the light was dazzling!

Seeing this, Wuxiang stopped swinging his fist and moved to the ladder. Without hesitation, Wuxiang stepped on the pair of feet wearing straw sandals in an instant.

1st Floor ......

2nd Floor ......

3rd Floor......

......

17th Floor......

Eighteenth Floor......

19th Floor......

A little bit of no-toe point, and in an instant, he came to the twentieth floor, almost a time to breathe, so without hesitation, the figure went up again!

Thirty-one ......

32nd Floor......

33rd Floor!!

Seeing this, Mu Kong, Zide, and the three of them shook together, and the words blurted out: "So fast!"