……

In the ladder.

Time looked firmly, raised his footsteps, and stepped out, but his figure suddenly shook.

The resolute eyebrows frowned slightly... This is indeed instrumental rhyme.

But, it's so powerful.

What a strange rhyme.

Time continues to climb the mountain, concentrating slightly, and you can 'see' the perception of several auxiliary swords on the ladder in the sea of knowledge, which is the value of auxiliary swords.

But time did not rely too much on the auxiliary sword, because the auxiliary sword could only be realized on the periphery, which was far less real than the perception when he climbed the ladder himself.

Time perceives the Hanhai here.

It was a time many years ago, and the vastness of the refining weapon was far beyond comparison.

He looked up, and with his mastery of the instrument, he noticed that the little monk sitting in the pavilion was strange.

Indescribably strange.

Not like a person.

This is his most intuitive feeling.

The second feeling is that this may be a journey to the ladder with no return.

But he didn't have a choice.

Even if you die, you have to go on step by step.

Because behind him stood countless people who supported him, and there were countless pairs of hopeful eyes staring at him, which were eyes full of affection, eyes that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years.

He stepped back, hoping to be disillusioned.

I can only grit my teeth and move forward.

The ruins of the dome.

"Time goes up, it goes up."

"Open that door and kill the little friar."

“……”

Visitors to the dome cannot perceive the situation in the ladder, but they can see every move of time through the halo screen, and the steady progress of time fills them with a sense of hope.

Dojo.

An Hai stared at the ladder tightly, staring at every move of time.

“… Something unusual? Ji Xiuyuan saw An Hai frowning and asked in a low voice.

An Hai shook his head:

"I can't sense the situation in the ladder, the ladder shields the perception. But I always felt that the little friar was not simple, and the door in front of him was not simple, but I couldn't remember what it was for a while. ”

Ji Xiuyuan's heart tightened, this is the first level.

The other side.

Princess Flowey excitedly shouted "Victory, victory".

At this moment, I saw Shi Shi raise his long sword, jumped up, and slashed down at the door in front of him, turning a sword into ten thousand swords, and the sword light flew so that the figure in the ladder could not be seen clearly for a while.

"Boom!"

With a sword split, Shimen stood still, but time flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

He was thrown out of the ladder in an instant.

"Poof!"

Several auxiliary swords that were meditating in the dojo were counterattacked, and a mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out.

But they didn't take care of themselves at all, but suddenly got up and threw themselves into time:

"Time Friends~"

Princess Flowey sat down on the ground.

There was a deathly silence.

Those who were still shouting and cheering had their mouths half-open in an O-shape, and their clapping hands were still hanging in the air.

"Click!"

At the moment when time flew backwards, the handle of the chair where An Hai was sitting was pinched into powder.

There are countless pairs of eyes in the scene, the gaze is first puzzled, and then it becomes dim.

"Time Disciple!"

An elder rushed out at once, pointing to the time... The meridians were broken, the dantian was broken, half of the Yuan Shen was lost, and the Dao Heart was in danger.

Fortunately, there is still a breath of air.

"How?" Seeing that the elder was coming back with the time, An Hai hurriedly asked.

"Not dead."

Not dead...

This sentence made An Hai's heart sink to the bottom.

That's not a good thing.

The other seven Zhuxian Swords looked at each other in unison, and their expressions were extremely solemn.

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly sounded:

"It's... How is this possible? ”

"An Laodao, did you deliberately let the old man?"

"This is the first level, the old man will arrange a little monk to go up casually, the old man is really powerful in the back of the finale, the first level is not expected to stop you."

"But you..."

"An Laodao, you are too polite."

It was none other than Zhao Xichen, the valley lord of Shengxian Valley, who spoke.

"Zhao Laodao, you..." An Hai's face was gloomy: "You, did you make a move?" ”

Zhao Xichen said with an "innocent" face:

"Lao An, you are old, and you don't even think clearly."

"The matter of holy war is originally done by the strongest, if I really have the ability to do something on the instrument path, I can go up and guard it myself? What more can you do? ”

"Besides, the ladder is there, if you don't believe it, you can go in and feel it. Of course, it has to be counted as a place. ”

"You—" An Hai was furious.

But he knew that the holy war could have been done by unscrupulous means, and there was no restriction on the use of any magic weapons, spirit treasures and other auxiliary parts, and even the help of the immortals from the upper realm on the opposite side had been expected in advance.

At this moment, it is really unreasonable to insist that the other party is doing something.

But.

The first level is a test of the instrument.

Time is the strongest one, and the alternative refiner is far inferior. Time has passed, and no one can hit this level again.

And if you want to break the misfortune and subvert the Ascension Immortal Valley, you need to win every level and walk to Qionglou step by step in order to break through the clouds and see the sun.

And now, the holy war has not yet begun, but it has ended.

After the Holy War was confirmed two hundred years ago, as the leader of the Zhuxian Alliance, he also got in touch with the doppelganger of the Wuwei Sect in the spirit world.

In the spirit world, the Wuwei faction has been in decline for tens of thousands of years, and there is no way to compete with the conquest faction.

This holy war is an opportunity for the Wuwei faction to seize an opportunity for the conquest faction to denounce it, and finally win the opportunity.

But I was messed up by myself.

The tens of thousands of spectators inside the dome ruins were even more silent, the light in their eyes was swallowed up by the black hole, and the fire in their hearts was extinguished by the heavy rain.

on the dojo.

Zhao Xichen got up and laughed:

"Lao An, don't put on a bitter gourd face."

"Competition, it's normal to win and lose, if one of your disciples loses, he loses, there are fifteen places, and a few more will be sent to the field."

Zhao Xichen waved his hand, a relieved face, and his gloomy tone made An Hai and his party grit their teeth even more. But I heard him say again:

"In this way, it's all here, don't waste your Zhuxian swords, the old man braved the world's disapproval, opened the privilege, and let your remaining Zhuxian swords continue to challenge in the future."

After saying that, he turned to look at the ladder:

"Xiaoqi, start the first gate of heaven, you come back."

As soon as these words came out, the Zhuxian League was even more indignant.

This is blatant contempt.

It's naked humiliation.

It's not to take these genius disciples seriously.

"The second level, the formation road. Those who are not extraordinary in formation will be trapped if they enter, Brother An, please. Zhao Xichen's voice came.

The face of the Seven Immortal Swords was extremely ugly.

What does this mean for the Zhuxian League?

But.

Fairy Akiyama stood up straight:

"Alliance leader, I'll go."

Without waiting for the alliance leader to answer, he flew out.

This has nothing to do with the ending, this holy war has already been declared a failure the moment time is lost.

But it's a battle of honor.

If you can win the next levels, you can also win back face and keep the spark of hope for the Zhuxian League.

There was another heat wave on the sidelines.

But what is puzzling is that Akiyama Fairy was defeated again.

Next comes the third, the fourth...

So much so that in the end, the low-level monks only hoped that even winning a game would be a good thing, but it became a luxury from the situation.

Anhai realized that something was wrong.

He suspected that an immortal was intervening.

But back then, they had an idea in this regard, and the current spirit world and the human world were still two worlds with closed passages, and only a small number of upper realm monks could enter the human world.

And it can only be a doppelganger.

The doppelganger's ability is limited, and it may not be as powerful as a genius half-step immortal monk in the human world.

And these eight Zhuxian swords, without exception, are all half-step immortals.

And it is the strongest half-step immortal.

"This, after hundreds of years of preparation, I still think how great the Zhuxian Alliance is? That's it..."

"That's it, that's it, at this level, I also protect the eight Zhuxian Swords as treasures, for fear that I will wait for the Ascension Immortal Valley to murder them, hehe, who is rare."

"No self-knowledge."

"Now you know, right? Relying on these people, they want to save the human world without shame, but when the time comes, they are only afraid that the demons in the human world will be in trouble every year, and the imprisonment will be useless. ”

In the camp of the Ascension Immortal Valley, there was constant laughter.

Sarcasm, ridicule, and jokes are endless.

The Zhuxian League's side could still retort loudly at first, and replied angrily.

But the more they got to the back, the failures on the ladder were one after another, their confidence fell again and again, and the voices of reproach became smaller and smaller.

Faith is built by beating.

"Hahaha, Lao An, have you seen Qionglou, the following level is like this, how about going directly to Qionglou? The old man has heard that your fifth Rusong is a rare genius who has the hope of leading out the 'Phantom God Asking Heart Thunder', to be honest, the old man also wants to see if the Phantom God Asking Heart Thunder can smash Qionglou, how about trying? When the two sides were almost over, Zhao Xichen said provocatively.

"No need." An Hai's face was gloomy, as if he was about to drip water.

But as the leader of the alliance, he can't put on a look of loss and despair in front of others, he needs to convey confidence.

Even if it's the last stubbornness.

However, he was no longer ready to let the fifth Rusong go on the field.

It is very dangerous to cross the robbery in front of everyone, and if someone forcibly intervenes with bad intentions and distracts the raider, it is very likely that the robbery will fail.

In this way, thousands of years of cultivation have come to naught.

Originally, if it was a pass, the last Qionglou would form a protective layer, so that there was no need to worry about being interfered with by someone who had a heart on the Qionglou.

But not now, the protective layer is not.

Unexpectedly, the fifth Rusong stood up at this time, the ribbon tied around his eyes fluttered in the wind, and the robe agitated.

He just said two words:

"I'll go."

"Rusong, you..."

Fifth Rusong didn't speak again, he bowed to the leader and elder of the Zhuxian Alliance, and then 'looked' at a few colleagues, and then slowly walked towards the ladder.

People couldn't see the fifth Rusong's eyes, but they felt his determination.

Every step he took was so powerful.

"Rusong!" Ji Xiuyuan stood up suddenly.

Fifth, Rusong did not answer, nor did he stop.

An Hai sighed:

"Let him go, he wants to pass on the spirit of this human realm monk fighting for his own fate, even if he fails, even if it does not attract the illusion god to ask the heart thunder, he must tell all the monks, I will not oil the sky."

"We'll escort him through the calamity."

Everyone looked at the fifth Rusong again, and they had already seen a tragic sense of 'the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone'.

Fifth, Rusong finally succeeded in attracting the Phantom God Asking Heart Thunder, but he did not knock on the roof of Qiong Tower.

As a result, the raid was not successful.

This holy war came to an end in a very tragic form.

……

Inside the Lingbao.

With the last click, the sound of gears turning seemed to be heard in the void.

The clouds over the wasteland were gone, there were no clouds, and a ray of sunlight shone on the wasteland, and everywhere was a golden patch.

This is the wilderness of hope.

Liang Sheng and Monk Lu in the jade tablet looked at each other.

"Smack!"

Brother Deer slapped Liang Sheng in the face.

Liang Sheng was furious:

"Old horseman, dare to beat the old man, are you looking for death?"

Monk Deer sneered:

"The old man just wants to make sure if he's dreaming. It doesn't seem to be a dream, it's true. ”

From the moment he heard the first click, he guessed that Chen Ping had groped for the pattern, but thinking that Chen Ping might have to repair it slowly for several years or even more than ten years, he didn't want to complete the repair of a Tongtian Spirit Treasure in less than two days.

A way out was also found.

Liang Sheng was slapped in the face, and secretly scolded your mother in his heart, trying to confirm that you shouldn't slap yourself if you are dreaming?

What do you fan me for?

But at this moment, he paid more attention to Chen Ping, and sneered:

"He's just trying his luck, maybe most of them have just come into contact with this kind of spiritual treasure before. Otherwise, do you think he can not only seal my two souls here, but also know how to refine them? ”

How can one be so well-rounded?

Impossible.

"That's right." Brother Deer agreed.

Thinking of this, they suddenly became energetic again, and scolded:

"Chen Ping, your death is coming, you wait."

"You have the ability to let me out."

"If it's a hero, let me wait out and fight again, I was attacked by you before, it doesn't count."

“.…..”

"I won't let you out, are you angry?" Chen Ping sealed their mouths, put away the jade tablet, and quickly came out of the Tongtian Spirit Treasure with Fairy Biyuan.

The reason why he was able to walk out of the Tongtian Spirit Treasure so quickly this time was due to his anti-heaven instrument dao attainments on the one hand.

On the other hand, it also benefits from the information mastered by the soul asking old horse, so that after repairing, there is no need to grope for a way to get out of the spirit treasure, as long as you hold the token, you can get out smoothly.

As soon as Chen Ping came out, he sensed the throbbing of the communication treasure disc.

Take it out and take a look.

Boy.

Dozens of messages.

The most of them came from Baili Xianling, and one person sent out more than 30 pieces.

But no one has sent a message in the last half of the incense.

Chen Ping chuckled in his heart.

Could it be that the holy war is over?

I'm waiting for this opportunity to soar.

Chen Ping turned his head to glance at Fairy Bi Yuan, who had just taken her eyes off her own communication treasure disk.

The two looked at each other and understood.

Immediately gallop towards the dome ruins as fast as possible.

When he arrived at the central square of the dome ruins, Chen Ping chuckled again in his heart.

An ominous premonition came over me.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in the central square, but all of them were dejected and their eyes were dark.

"Master, you're finally here." Just as Chen Ping walked forward, a female cultivator walked over quickly.

This person is none other than Guan Huancai.

There was also a monk behind him, who was actually Miss Six, and after seeing Chen Ping, he first glanced at Fairy Biyuan, and then politely shouted 'Chen Daoyou'.

"What's going on?" Chen Ping cares about the results.

"Lost." Guan Huancai's voice was low.

"It's over?" Chen Ping's heart tightened.

Guan Huancai shook his head:

"It's not over yet, but it doesn't mean much. In all the competitions, the Zhuxian League did not win a single game, and many people were injured.... ”

Chen Ping looked in the direction that Guan Huancai was pointing.

High in the air are multiple halo screens, similar to Gram Stone.

Several light curtain screens are repeating the pictures of several Zhuxian swords breaking through the level over and over again, the Akiyama Fairy lost, the Mo family brothers and sisters lost, and even the fifth Rusong also lost...

I lost very completely, and I had no temper.

Chen Ping looked at the spectators at the scene again, and some of them had already drooped their heads and began to leave.

Apparently disappointed.

"Why don't you go to the Ascension Immortal Valley to see?" Chen Ping glanced at his apprentice.

"Well, it looks the same everywhere." Guan Huancai whispered.

glanced at Fairy Biyuan, and didn't say that he wanted to wait for the master here.

Chen Ping didn't think much about it:

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

On the way to the four of them, someone recognized Chen Ping and muttered in a low voice:

"Isn't this the auxiliary sword in the newspaper?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him."

"Only now? I'm afraid that I have long expected that I will fail on the field, so I don't dare to show up, right? ”

"Don't say that, it's good to come."

"What's the use of coming now? You've already lost enough to save people? ”

"I heard that Chen Ping is the only one of these Zhuxian swords and auxiliary swords?"

“… Yes. A loose cultivator who was proud of Chen Ping replied with a little embarrassment.

"Hey! Sanxiu's courage was still a little worse, and others at least dared to play, but he was deliberately late. The crowd sighed.

“.…..”

"In the final analysis, these people are not all for the sake of righteousness, they are also selfish, when they encounter something honorable, they will naturally rush forward, and when they encounter mortal danger, they will find excuses to escape." Some of the Ascending Immortal Valley's fine works blended in the crowd, and after glancing at each other, they took the opportunity to disintegrate everyone's confidence and trust in the Zhuxian Alliance.

"That's it, don't think that Zhuxian League is a good person, isn't it the same for yourself? Just like this Chen Ping, he didn't even care about such an important matter of jihad, could he expect them to think about us low-level monks? Dreaming, right? ”

"Chen Ping was born at the bottom with such an attitude, others can imagine." The other one is fine and add fuel to the fire.

Someone retorted: "Isn't that right? Those Zhuxian swords just now tried their best. ”

"Cut, do you think the fifth Rusong's death-defying appearance is true? That's just for me and others to see, to sell fame and reputation, and to seek benefits for myself. ”

“.….”

The negative wind dispersed in the crowd.

"No, no, as far as I know, Chen Ping will never be this kind of person." A veiled Jindan nun was so anxious that she waved her hand again and again to explain.

But her voice was quickly drowned out.

The other side.

"Is that him?"

In the crowd, a female cultivator sitting on the spiritual chair was slightly shocked when she saw Chen Ping coming.

Her previous attention was on the Eight Zhuxian Swords, and she didn't notice the situation of the auxiliary swords.

For some reason, it was clear that Chen Ping was an auxiliary sword, but the moment she saw Chen Ping, she suddenly felt more confident in her heart.

Hearing the occasional disrespectful discussion of Chen Ping around her, she frowned slightly, and her breath fluttered.

The coercion of the gods covered out.

The people around her were startled, silent, and looked at her one after another, thinking that this person was mad, and never thought to just hear her say:

"Chen Ping is not the kind of person who is selfish and sucks other people's blood to support himself."

"Miss Ben doesn't want to hear that again."

The people around were silent, looking at each other, not knowing why this senior suddenly defended Chen Ping.

But the coercion of the god made everyone dare not say more.

When the surroundings quieted down, the nun's master looked at his disciple:

"Do you recognize Chen Ping?"

"I don't recognize it." The nun smiled.

"How do you know he's not that kind of person?" The old man didn't think that Chen Ping was that kind of person, but he was just curious about the reaction of his apprentice.

"The disciple's intuition."

The nun watched Chen Ping walk towards the teleportation pillar of the Ascension Immortal Valley, and for some reason, she had an extra expectation in her heart.

……