It's a long road.

On the bluestone steps, the flow of Dao force is increasing, and as it gets higher and higher, the pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, every step of the bluestone steps is like carrying a thousand strengths, and even because of the different foundations, everyone feels the same pressure.

This is a kind of coercion from the soul, especially the people who have just ignited the soul fire in this line, it is even more obvious.

It's like cleansing their souls, warming their souls, it's like bathing in the sun, it's warm, but it doesn't feel good.

The soul is the most intuitive feeling of a cultivator, even if it is any disturbance, it will bring great harm to one's body, not to mention that most of them have just ignited the divine fire.

Observing the mountain realm, breaking through the mountain building realm, first igniting your own body, washing yourself with the fire of the soul, so as to temper your own body, from the outside to the inside, to the point where heaven and earth fit, can you build a mountain realm.

Every process is full of dangers, and even one carelessness will refine itself.

The path of cultivation has never been a smooth avenue, it is all about fighting against the heavens, just to win a life for yourself.

"Ah......h

Someone screamed, barely able to withstand the pressure from the mountaineering path, and the soul trembled.

Ninety-nine eighty-one floors, the steps, look very ordinary, lying between the white mist clouds and mountains, and even the moss on them can be faintly discerned. But only by stepping foot can we feel the oppression.

The knife slaughtered the body with the ink knife on his back, a wide body, and gradually broke through the fifty-nine steps, and came to the top of the sixty steps, dressed in green clothes, already soaked with sweat, and his legs were trembling, but for the next road, his eyes were still extremely fanatical.

Above the fifty floors, it is a hurdle. Because of more than twenty people, many people hovered over the fiftieth floor, and they could not quickly break through the sixtieth floor mark.

Even on the third day of their climb to the mountain, few of them had broken through the 60th floor.

Dao Tu let out a long breath and looked back at the steps he had walked underfoot, without the slightest trace.

The hiking road is still the same, the white fog is filled, and there is even a kind of intensity that you can't see your fingers.

"Humph!"

With a light snort, Ting Yixiao also appeared on the sixtieth floor, and he was a little angry about the sword slaughter, but on this mountaineering road, he couldn't prove much.

"What, tired?" Ting smiled very contemptuously, and even after looking at it, he didn't look at Dao Tu, as if he was not in his eyes.

Dao Tu didn't speak, his body was still proud, even if he was sweating, he didn't want to be involved in the demonic behavior.

"Does that make you proud?" Ting smiled with a smile, his signature move, the smile was very evil and abrupt.

"Proud? Not yet. Dao Tu ignored it indifferently, and there was no wave in his heart.

"Not really?" Ting smiled and stepped out, obviously still having some strength left, but also to prove that he was stronger than Dao Tu.

Stepping on the sixty-first floor, it was very abrupt, and Ting's smile suddenly froze, because he felt unprecedented pressure.

Heavy Yu Wanjun.

Caught off guard, Ting smiled and spit out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and he almost stood unsteadily.

The tall body, on this not too wide bluestone steps, seems to be facing a big mountain, a little small. Ting Yixiao is an outstanding disciple of the younger generation of the Demon Sect, and is even known as the Little Demon Lord.

But such a character still suffered a big loss on the bluestone steps.

Is this watershed of the 10th level so obvious? Dao Tu's eyes were solemn, and he was not in a hurry to take that step, he was still waiting, hoping to find clues from Ting Yixiao's performance.

However, let him down.

After Ting Yi smiled and spit out the reverse blood, his complexion quickly returned to normal, and even because of this mouthful of reverse blood, the whole person seemed to suddenly be much lighter, and even in the momentum, there was a slight change.

This is? The knife is puzzled.

Soon, gradually, the sixtieth floor began to be lively.

The disciples who can stand out from the five schools are still not mediocre, all of them can be said to be outstanding disciples, even if there is a temporary strength or weakness in cultivation, but the qualifications are extraordinary.

For the climb to the 60th floor, it is not a surprise.

"Senior brother, how is it?" A disciple of Gu Dao Lou asked, hoping that his senior brother could give him some experience, but he was disappointed.

Knife slaughter did not yield anything.

"Yang Ning, I didn't expect that in the past few years, your kendo realm has reached such a point." Yang Pi admired. Suddenly remembered that when the three of them traveled through the Qingsong Mountains to find the Bird Neidan for Yang Ning, at that time, he had already released his sword qi, and in a few years, Yang Ning actually relied on the kendo realm, which was comparable to himself, which was enough to show his kendo talent.

Yang Ning smiled slightly, it was really difficult to say anything about his own situation, especially the Heavenly Dao Sect, it was even more impossible to let Yang Pi participate, because this was a road that was almost dead and lifeless.

Yang Ning believes that as long as he says it, Yang Pi will definitely not refuse, but Yang Ning will not be selfish and let Yang Pi bear more.

"Brother Pizi, the bones are gradually formed, and if it goes on like this, the road ahead is bright." Yang Ning praised Yang Pi's talent for the first time.

Yang Pi is very familiar with Yang Pi, because of his own blood feud, since he was a child, Yang Pi has been blinded by hatred, and it is precisely because of this hatred that Yang Pi set foot on the knife path, but he didn't expect Yang Pi to achieve something on this road.

"You and my brother, we will definitely be able to set foot on the top of the mountain in this life." Since the collapse of the Qushan tribe, Yang Pi has become a little more arrogant in his heart because of the reduction of hatred.

"Yes, step on the top of the mountain and look down on the world." Yang Ning agreed, but he thought of something else in his heart.

Once upon a time, he and Split Sky also said such things, but they didn't expect that they would let themselves end up like this because they mistakenly believed in those sanctimonious gentlemen.

I don't know what happened to Split Sky now? A faint longing rose in Yang Ning's heart.

"Yang Ning?" Yang Pi's hand spared Yang Ning's eyes, and when he saw Yang Ning's distraction, he reminded Yang Ning.

After all, on the road to the mountain, there is a lot of pressure, and if you are not careful, you will not only be in danger of going mad, but you may even die.

Yang Ning came back to his senses, saw Yang Pi's worried face, smiled, and said, "Brother Pizi, it's okay, let's continue." ”

The white fog here seems to be somewhat day and night, and can only be distinguished by the inconspicuous change of the sky.

Even at night, because of the thick white fog, it may not be much darker.

More than 20 figures are still on the mountaineering road, struggling, facing layers of coercion, and moving forward with difficulty.

The bluestone steps are still the same, moss is all over, there is no change, lying across the green mountains and white mist, leading to the end of the white mist.

Ting Yixiao was still single in the lead, and behind him, Dao Tu was in hot pursuit.

More than 20 people have come to the 70th floor or above, and they are still Yang Ning and Yang Pi, unhurried, as if the ranking of the so-called mountaineering road is irrelevant to the two of them.

The mountaineering road is a heart refining road, which has a great effect on the cultivators of the Mountain Viewing Realm, but this mountaineering path of the Fog Hidden Gate has another function, that is, it can test a person's talent.

And the strength of this talent is judged by the length of time on the mountaineering trail.

This is also the reason why Ting Yixiao is on the sixtieth floor, aggressively persecuting the knife slaughter.

Ting Yixiao was very strong, even if it was a small lead, he didn't allow it, so he was angry with Dao Tu at that time, but Dao Tu didn't seem to care, which made Ting Yixiao feel like he was punching cotton.

Therefore, on the next road, Ting Yixiao took the lead, leaving only a back for everyone, and there was no reason for the slaughter.

An invisible pressure, which only I can feel, spreads through the entire hiking trail, making the trail silent.

"Poof......" someone spilled blood.

"Brother Feiyang......" Feng Xing'er lost her face, and hurriedly helped Feng Feiyang who fell on the steps, but because of the gradual increase in pressure, Feng Feiyang began to have a phenomenon of unsupport.

Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er have been together since childhood, so the two can be said to have a heart-to-heart connection, and it is precisely for this reason that Feng Feiyang took on part of the pressure from Feng Xing'er, so that Feng Feiyang was injured.

"Haha, Northern Xuanjian Sect, it's really all waste." The first disciple of the Demon Sect sneered, one step higher than Feng Feiyang, and when he saw Feng Feiyang scribbling blood, he would not let go of such an opportunity.

"Senior Brother Feng......" Liu Feng looked anxious.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry." Feng Feiyang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his figure trembled a little, and he was still a little powerless under Feng Xing'er's support.

Feng Feiyang is a person who is ethereal and dusty, although he doesn't care about his reputation, but he seems to have a great sense of belonging to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, and he has a sharp response to the ridicule of the disciples of the Demon Sect.

"I don't have any skills." Feng Feiyang's voice suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because of this that I am not qualified to participate in the five faction competition. ”

"What?" The face of the disciple of the Demon Sect suddenly changed as if he had eaten.

The disciples who can participate in the Five Sects Contest are naturally extraordinary, so when Feng Feiyang said that he was not a candidate to participate in the Five Sects Competition, the Demon Sect disciple knew that he was being yin, and he was also defenseless against Yin.

No, it's not that I'm being yin, it's completely finding my own guilt, because all of this is made up by myself.

Completely, naked face slap.

It's loud.

He is one level higher than him, and the other party is not a candidate to participate in the Five Factions Competition, so he admits that he is inferior to the other party.

And on the first step ahead, perhaps because the atmosphere of this slap in the face was too tense, Qiu Beilan turned around.

"Zhou Cang, since he is not a disciple of the Five Sects Competition, he is sure that everyone else will be more powerful than him, you, don't limit your eyes, look at the big picture." Qiu Beilan's voice is very good, like a silver bell, but inside and outside the words, it is like a thorn, which makes people unapproachable, but because of its unique temptation, it makes people want to refuse to welcome.

It's a rose with thorns, and even more.

After Qiu Beilan finished speaking, his eyes inadvertently, as if he were pointing to everything.

"Hmph." Feng Feiyang snorted coldly, and naturally understood what Qiu Beilan was referring to. The only person who is lagging behind in the Sword Sect at this moment is Yang Ning, and Yang Ning has never seemed to have the intention of competing on this mountaineering road from beginning to end, and even the wind is very puzzled.

Yang Ning's strength, Feng Feiyang is clear, and his kendo talent is even better than his own, it is impossible to only have such a result, but Yang Ning has been stagnant at the moment, even Deng Fei is in the clouds.

"Yang Ning, what are you thinking?" Deng Fei asked himself in a low voice, and at the same time gave the beauty on his body a comforting look.