Burst!

Song Ciwan spat out a mouthful of blood, but she finally stepped from the ninety-first step to the ninety-second step.

Blood spilled on the placket of her body, mingling with the blood seeping from between the muscles and bones of her body, as if it had stained her whole body into a bloody person.

The ninety-second step seems to be different from before, there is a pressure that is no longer from the outside to the inside, but actually from the inside out, thin and continuous, it seems to be an understatement, gentle and gentle, but in fact it is like a drop of water through the stone, like an avalanche precursor, trembling, a thousand moments!

The pressure is indescribable.

It was as if there was a kind of power that kept shouting in her ear: Kneel, kneel, kneel for immortality, why not?

The strange hissing sound sounded again, Song Ci knew that the gods in the sea were turbulent, his brain was buzzing, and the whole person seemed to be about to collapse from the inside out, not to mention the will?

At this point, the road to the tower is no longer purely physical pressure, it is to destroy even the human spirit!

Song Ciwan stopped at the ninety-second step, and Lao Jin behind him raised his head on his stomach and looked at the bloody man in front of him in amazement.

He opened his mouth several times, as if he wanted to say something, but after a hundred turns, he couldn't say a word.

The scales once again appeared around Song Ciwan: [Human desire, mortal shock, confusion, and pity, three catties and nine taels, can be sold. 】

Shocked, confused, pitying......

At this moment, Song Ciwan seemed to be touched by something wonderful.

She saw the scales beside her, staring at the qi on the scales, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

Mercy! Old Kim was taking pity on her......

Song Ciwan didn't look back, but there were all kinds of subtle emotions in his heart, tumbling and surging.

He who kneels has compassion on him who stands, just as he who closes his eyes has compassion on him who has his eyes open.

When you look at the world from the window, do you not know that the world is also standing at the window looking at you?

What's right and what's wrong?

Which dream is true?

In a trance, Song Ciwan seemed to have realized something.

There is still abundant vitality in her body, and thanks to that Blizzard Pill, Song Ciwan at this moment is actually not lacking vitality.

But before this, Song Ciwan had been struggling to transform this vitality into the power of thunder and fire, and then temper himself with it, and then absorb the energy in it to cultivate the thunder fire devouring technique.

The power of nine mountains, the power of ten mountains, at this moment, the twelve mountains in the void pressed on Song Ciwan's body, and the response she did was naturally to refine her body madly, so that she had a strong body to resist this pressure.

Naturally, this line of thinking cannot be said to be wrong, after all, the physical body is the foundation and cornerstone of everything.

However, at this moment, there is a limit to the growth rate of the physical body, and it may not be able to keep up with the growth gradient of this step pressure.

However, the power of the divine soul is more subtle and subtle, and it is far-reaching.

Song Ciwan shouldn't have ignored it before, of course, it's not too late to wake up at this moment.

In the dantian, the endless flow of vitality began to change the direction of the surge, and in the sea of Song Ci's late knowledge, the turbulent god suddenly seemed to have gained some kind of peace.

Below the gods, there are two very wonderful things, Song Ciwan rarely uses them recently, but their existence must not be ignored!

First, it is the seed of the inner demon.

Second, nature is the fire of the Heart Sutra.

One of the true fires of Samadhi, the fire of the Heart Sutra.

This flame has always grown very slowly, but at this moment, it suddenly seemed to have grabbed countless firewood, and it suddenly rose up.

The fire of the Heart Sutra flickered and burned, and the slender flames swelled.

The god of Song Ciwan sits on it, as if it is a glass statue that is being scorched by the fire, the thicker the flame, the more transparent the glass.

Above the gods, there was an invisible force that radiated down, gradually enveloping Song Ciwan's whole body.

Song Ciwan, who got this power, seemed to be a giant pillar in the waves, and gradually turned into a flat boat in the countercurrent.

The Heart Sutra was still running unhurriedly in her body, but it had a wonderful rhythm.

This makes her whole person go against the current, but she seems to have mastered the rhythm and flaws of all the waves.

As the mantra says: He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills; He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Those who are too rigid are easy to break, those who are good and soft are undefeated, rigid and soft, and heaven and man are one!

Sitting and forgetting the Tao is not really no Tao, but to make the existence of the "Tao" merge into one mind, so that its every move is close to the Tao, so that what is the way in the world to stop?

Song Ciwan entered a wonderful state of enlightenment, so the people on the long street below grew their mouths one by one, raised their heads, and looked at them in amazement-

The woman on the steps was clearly covered in blood, and she seemed embarrassed and pitiful, and she was crumbling, but she suddenly walked forward like a fly.

She's gone, she's gone!

One-step, two-step, three-step...... A few more steps, she had crossed the ninety-second step, and then the ninety-third, and the ninety-fourth...... Until, she stood on the ninety-eighth step.

There was one last step, and she would be able to truly walk all the steps by taking that last step.

Yes, it's to stand and walk over and climb the Immortal Pagoda!

On the long street in the distance, there was silence, and the needle drop could be heard.

Below, Lao Jin had been kneeling on the ninety-first step, also tilting his head, unable to speak.

He had been kneeling down for a long time on these ninety-one steps, but he never had the strength to get up, stand on the ninety-second step, and then kneel and walk again.

It's really strange, obviously kneeling and standing, it doesn't seem to be difficult. However, the truth is that it is easy to kneel down, but it is difficult to stand up!

And Song Ciwan in front of her, she took a step and took the last step of ninety-nine steps.

Boom!

It was as if something strange had been broken, and the entire Immortal Seeking Pagoda shook in a trance.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Lao Jin screamed.

He rolled down the steps, from the ninety-first step, and continued until he reached the forty-fifth step in the middle, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "Great Immortal! Great Immortal Mercy! The disciple's heart to seek immortals is firm and unwavering, and he asks for mercy from the great immortals! ”

Old Kim's hand was firmly on one of the steps, and he didn't fall any further.

He was sobbing, but he didn't care to wipe a handful of tears and snot, he rolled and crawled, and the whole person crawled on the steps, unable to stand up again.

But he knelt, lay on his stomach, and crawled, but behind him seemed to be equipped with a powerful thrust, and in this way, he swished, from the forty-fifth step, and quickly climbed to the ninety-first step.

And then go up and up at a rapid pace.

Song Ciwan stood at the top of the steps, and at the same time stood on the corridor under the Immortal Pagoda, turned around, looked down, looked down, looked at Lao Jin, and also looked farther on the long street.

No one knew that at the moment when she had successfully stepped through all the steps, she heard that faint hissing in her ears again.

There was also a distant, ancient, grand, yet choppy voice.

(End of chapter)