Eighty steps, the bluestone steps are still the same, and on the moss, there are a few lines of shallow footprints.

The white mist gradually faded a little, and the mountain gate of the fog hidden door was faintly visible standing in front of it.

The Fog Hidden Sect, as the largest force in the Liuyun Country, is extraordinary and has a different meaning, which is incomparable to the Northern Xuan Sword Sect.

Vaguely looking, it is magnificent, like a lying lion, which can wake up at any time, making people feel its unique status in an instant.

Yang Ning raised his head slightly, not feeling the pressure from the hiking road.

"Something peculiar." Yang Ning muttered to himself, the difference between the first order and the world is different.

Compared to the seventy-ninth order, this place seemed too ordinary, making Yang Ning a little unable to adapt.

After all, on the seventy-ninth floor, Yang Ning really accepted the benefits, could it be said that these eighty layers were a buffer?

Yang Ning looked around.

At the same time as Yang Ning turned sideways, Yang Ning made an astonishing discovery.

This is? Alone? What's going on?

Yang Ning didn't feel that there was someone beside him at all, although the white mist was still very thick, but compared to the bluestone steps below, it was much better, but this person gave Yang Ning a feeling as if it was nothing.

"Is this real?" Yang Ning couldn't believe it, a figure, like a dead wood, didn't feel the slightest vitality.

Is this a dead man? Yang Ning guessed, but it was full of fog, because the people who could climb to the eightieth floor were basically Tianjiao-like figures, and looking at this person, in addition to qi, there were two other things, and there was even a dragon-shaped tiger leaping momentum.

But how does it look like it's gone?

Is this the special story of the 80th floor?

On the moss under the man's feet, there were a line of shallow marks, the boots were smooth, without the slightest dust, and the clothes were neat and tidy, and there was a faint flow of essence.

There is only a face, obscured by long hair, which cannot be explored.

There was no power, it was still calm, surprisingly quiet, as if it was completely cut off from the other steps.

Who is this person? Could it be a disciple of the Fog Hidden Sect? But why did the disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect climb the mountain here at the juncture of the Great Rivalry of the Five Sects?

Just when Yang Ning was puzzled, a faint force struck Yang Ning.

Like might, irresistible.

"Visionary?" Yang Ning understood, why this person was standing still here, it turned out to be so.

Stimulating visions with great power and sublimating them in silence is a method of cultivating visions.

No wonder this man is as dead as he is, without breath.

Yang Ning instantly opened his sea of knowledge, and in the depths of the sea of knowledge, he unfolded his vision.

The sun and the moon shine together, two rays of light, reflecting each other, blending in the white mist, like the mist of steaming clouds, emitting a stunning glow, touching the heartstrings.

Buzzing......

In the roar, in the agitation, and the great force is combined, and the baptism is continuous.

What kind of power is this? It's amazing. Even if he was a human being in two lives, Yang Ning was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Yang Ning felt that his sea of consciousness was becoming more and more vast under the continuous baptism of vision.

A small stream gradually turned into a river, and this gradual feeling made Yang Ning as if bathed in holy light, extremely clear, and even his spirit was jumping and sublimating.

"Haha......" Yang Ning laughed in his heart, this is a unique promotion, baptizing his foundation.

"It's so comfortable......" Yang Ning laughed wildly like a demon, and the bluestone steps reverberated endlessly.

There is another important reason why the mountaineering path is a necessary path for many forces to refine their hearts, that is, according to the physique and foundation of different disciples, the power targeted is also different.

The sun and the moon shine together, and they belong to the top of the vision. Therefore, there is no dullness like the person next to him.

The holy light is sprinkled, the sunlight is mild, giving people a warm breath, and the moonlight is bright, like the bright moon in the sky, replenishing people's yin energy.

Yang Ning stood alone, like a god like a fairy, wearing a green shirt, dancing with the wind, with a unique demeanor in the world, bathed in holy light, refreshing people's heartstrings.

This is the baptism of spirit and soul, sublimated at the extreme.

In the sea of knowledge, the clouds and thunder burst, like a touch of ocean, endless and endless.

Around the miniature Two Realms Mountain, there was even more steaming Lingxia, and Ling Tianjue operated independently, constantly transforming, and constantly blessed this Two Realms Mountain, which was only the size of a fist.

After the oppression of the steps below the eighty floors, Yang Ning's foundation was like a substance, and this time it was finally filled in the vision.

Yang Ning's mind gradually stabilized and began to accept the benefits of baptism.

On the seventy-ninth floor, the rest of the people also felt the changes on the previous floor, and kept looking, but soon, the oppressive power on the bluestone steps pulled back to reality.

"Ah......" Ting smiled unconvinced, and kept roaring, but also condensing his foundation and not letting himself fall behind too much.

As the little demon lord of the Demon Sect, Ting Yixiao has an extraordinary foundation, and the majestic oppressive power is like an overwhelming mountain, making Ting Yixiao unable to calm down, enduring a huge impact, and Ting Yixiao is constantly struggling.

He wanted to break free from the shackles of the seventy-ninth layer, but every time he raised his foot, there would be a more violent impact.

"Don't rush." Yang Pi kept reminding himself that the sword intent was soaring, and under the green clothes, it was like a Nine Heavens Killing God, full of strong evil aura.

"Stick to your heart, condense and sublimate......" Yang Pi's heart is like an iron stone, and under the impact, he constantly stabilizes himself.

A cultivator's time always passed quickly, and before he knew it, another day had passed, and Yang Zhen had been waiting for nearly a day.

The disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect also continued to converge here with the figures of Yang Zhen and Qin Ningyi.

The attraction of beauties is extraordinary, coupled with the five-year five-faction competition, this is also a moment for the disciples of the Fog Hidden Sect to witness the strength of the outstanding disciples of other forces, and it is naturally lively to see.

"Senior Brother Yang Zhen......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Zhen and said, "I am Ning Yi's husband now, according to the rules here, you should call me senior brother." Yang Zhen said it as a matter of course, and even looked at the disciple with disdain.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhen felt as if he had bitten a mosquito on his waist.

"Ah......" Yang Zhen's voice was very exaggerated, and he looked back: "Wife Ningyi, can we not greet here?" Yang Zhen pointed to his waist, feeling that his waist should practice more in the future, otherwise the future will ......

"Hey, I have a wife here, it seems that I will have to cultivate my body more in the future......" Yang Zhen sighed. But no matter how you look at it, there is a kind of charm of sass.

Countless disciples shouted in their hearts, if they don't want it, they will quickly let it out, what if Uncle Shi takes a fancy to me?

However, I can only think about it in my heart, what kind of person is Yang Zhen, it is Canglan Hegemony, how can it be compared to ordinary cultivators.

However, looking at Yang Zhen's stunned appearance, countless disciples were gritting their teeth, but they didn't dare to show it at all.

If you want to show it, you also have to think about how many moves you can take from under that Fang Tian painting halberd, this is a problem.

That disciple felt like he had eaten, and he was lowered by Yang Zhenping for no reason, which can be imagined.

But soon, I had to compromise, as the so-called strength comes out of power, who makes the family strong, there is no way......

"Master Yang Zhen...... Senior Brother ......" seemed to be stuck, full of reluctance, and said, "How about you look at the disciples of the other four sects?" ”

Even Yang Zhen has an outstanding physique, but when he looks down, he is more and more shocked.

Below the eighty floors, everyone gathered on the seventy-ninth floor, such a time, such a foundation, is enough to explain the problem.

But Yang Zhen's next sentence surprised everyone.

"What's this? A halberd suppression. "Full of heroism, as if the pain in the waist just now has been forgotten, and here return to the unscrupulous temperament.

But think about it, this Yang Zhen's Fang Tian Painting Halberd is really overwhelming the younger generation of the Fog Hidden Sect, except for the mysterious senior brother who has never appeared, the entire Fog Hidden Door is simply Yang Zhen's world.

One family and two heroes, this is the pride of the direct line of the head of the sect, and it is also the pride of the Fog Hidden Sect.

"Can you be a little more reserved?" Qin Ningyi really couldn't stand it anymore, and the jade hand slapped away the hand holding her little hand, and the cherry pouted with disgust.

"Yes, yes, my wife said yes." Yang Zhen hurriedly apologized, turned around and said, "I don't count just now, I should say that these people are very good, and they may need to be suppressed by my two halberds." ”

"I rely on ......"

……

A series of black lines on the heads of the onlookers.

Is this reserved? You can still be a little more arrogant.

"Oh, a flower...... Stuck in the cow ......"

"You!"

"It's you, don't look at it."

"Come forward." Yang Zhen pointed at a disciple in the crowd, the taste of provocation.

"What did you just say?" Yang Zhen plucked out his ears and said, "I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

"What am I talking about, say it quickly, or else...... Hmph......" Yang Zhen sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"I said, senior brother and senior sister are a natural pair, and Lang Qing concubine is ......" The disciple had tears in his eyes, "I ...... I ......"

The disciple "me" for a long time, and finally almost collapsed and said: "I can't stand it......" and fled with his face.

God knows how many words against your will have just been said.

"Oh my God, a thunderbolt will kill me......" The disciple's inner monologue, but there was no thunder, the electricity was gone, it was still a blue sky and a white day, and the wind and sun were beautiful.

Rumble......

There was a bang, as if it was a green thunderbolt.

Could it be that Heaven has felt my prayer? The disciple suddenly fell to his knees in the crowd, and was about to shout to God to open his eyes, but found that the blue sky was still blue, and the white clouds were still floating......

"Wrong? Wrong......"

It was indeed wrong, because the long-lasting roar did not come from the sky at all, but came from the bluestone steps, that is, the climbing road.

"Haha......" Ting Yixiao finally broke through his own limit, sublimated himself in condensation, and came to the eightieth layer.

Immediately afterwards, Ting smiled as if breaking some kind of spell, and the rest of the people completed their self-condensation and embarked on the steps of the next level.

However, the moment they ascended to the 80th floor, everyone was unable to adapt for a while, and they felt that they had entered an unreal world.

Is the pressure gone?

Soon, these people came to their senses, and they all supported their visions and sublimated them to the extreme.

The trail has finally come to an end, as the end is far away.