The deterrent power of the puppets of the Immortal Dao Realm made tens of thousands of monks dare not make a head bird to break through.

"What's the matter, Tiande, I'm a friend of Tiande!"

"I miss Tiande Daoist very much now!"

It's a pity that Duan Tiande was left on the second floor, and there was no way to continue to take the lead.

"Hey, Daoist Zhang Jia, your physical defense is very amazing, why don't you go and break through and give Daoist friends a look at the truth."

"Why don't you go there, no matter how strong Lao Tzu's body is, he can't carry a finger of the immortal puppet."

"Zhang Jia, you're afraid of a fart, hasn't it been confirmed by the lower levels, puppets don't kill!"

"Well, what you said makes sense, Lao Tzu will send you to the fairy altar!"

"Don't make any noise, look, someone has passed!"

"What!?"

Everyone was startled and hurriedly looked in the direction of the immortal altar.

"Ah, it's Luo Fu!"

In the field of vision, Luo Fu of the Penglai Divine Sect had already walked to the foot of the immortal altar.

In front of Luo Fu is the first staircase.

"Senior Brother Zihao, look!" Ruolan pointed at Luo Fu: "That kid is really over!" ”

"In order to show off in front of our senior brothers, is that kid already dizzy?"

"Hehe, it's really stupid."

Wan Zihao frowned a pair of sword eyebrows, and while observing Luo Fu, he said in a low voice: "Ruolan, it's okay to despise him verbally, remember not to look down on him in your heart." ”

Ruolan still looked disdainful: "The door master said that he was invincible, so you really regarded him as invincible?" ”

"Senior brother, this is not like your character."

Wan Zihao shook his head and said seriously: "That kid is not simple, from the first time I saw him, I realized it. ”

Ruolan was startled, stared at Wan Zihao in disbelief, and then still pretended to be stubborn and pouted: "He didn't dare to return the favor when so many people spoke coldly to him before." ”

Wan Zihao stared solemnly at Luo Fu's back: "Didn't you notice the way he looked at you?" ”

"What looks?"

"No eyes."

"Huh?"

Ruolan wanted to ask, but closed her mouth.

Because of this, Na Luo Fu moved again.

Under the stairs.

Luo Fu paused for a moment, then lifted the front hem of the robe with one hand and stepped onto the first step.

At this moment, the audience fell silent.

All eyes were focused on Luo Fu alone.

Everyone looked nervous, not knowing what would happen next.

But see.

The immortal puppet on the top of the immortal altar was still sitting, motionless.

But there is a vast and boundless "meaning" that emanates from the puppet and envelops the entire immortal altar!

And Luo Fu, who stepped on the immortal altar, was naturally shrouded in that "meaning".

"It's Daoyi!"

The monks were amazed.

"The puppet before knew how to do the exercises, which was already very grotesque."

"It's incredible that this puppet has even comprehended the meaning of the Dao!"

The crowd hurriedly continued to observe.

only to find that Luo Fu, who was shrouded in Daoism, only stayed on the first step for a breath and stepped on the second level.

The process of stepping from the second level to the third level did not stop for even a moment.

Then step on the fourth level, the fifth level...... Level 10.

Luo Fu stepped on the ten steps in one breath, as if he were walking on the ground.

This scene confused everyone.

Ruolan hurriedly said: "Senior brother, what is the meaning of that puppet, why hasn't that kid been affected at all." ”

Wan Zihao shook his head: "It's hard to say, there are thousands of Taoist intentions in the world, and the sword intent alone is as many as the vast stars." ”

"The meaning of the puppet's release is very unfamiliar to me, and unless I experience it myself, there is no conclusion."

"Ruolan."

Wan Zihao's expression was straight, and he said: "I have a hunch that the level of this layer will stop more than ninety percent of geniuses. ”

"Be careful with yourselves, and don't venture in."

After the explanation was completed, Wan Zihao turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, under the immortal altar, a second figure appeared.

Wan Zihao.

"Ah, look, Wan Zihao Daoyou has also stepped on the ladder!"

"Let's go too."

"Don't worry, let's take a look."

"Damn, Na Luo Fu has already stepped on the hundredth step, why is it so fast!"

On the altar of immortals.

Since Luo Fu stepped on the second step of the ladder, he has never stopped, all the way up.

Step by step, under his feet, it seems as easy as walking on the ground.

Wan Zihao, the second to set foot on the immortal altar, also followed closely behind, catching up with the seventieth step.

With such two people, they took the lead in ascending the immortal altar.

The rest of the monks also mustered up their courage.

It rushed to the immortal altar like a tide.

More than 80,000 people spread out from each other at a distance, as if they had agreed to discuss it.

When everyone arrived, they opened their legs at the same time, more than 80,000 feet, and stepped on the first step at the same time.

When the footsteps were implemented, everyone felt that they had entered a kind of mysterious Dao meaning.

Everyone looked at each other in a daze.

"It seems...... There's nothing special about it. ”

"It's just a small tingling sensation all over my body."

"I thought it was so difficult, but it doesn't seem to be that way."

"Are you in the water of your brain, there are so many stairs in front of you, it is clear that the higher you go, the more difficult it will be."

The first step of the staircase brought only an extremely slight tingling sensation.

When more than 80,000 people took the second step and stepped on the second step.

The stinging pain was only slightly stronger.

Go again!

80,000 people have a tacit understanding and maintain an attitude that everyone wants to go up together, and everyone dies together.

Level 3, Level 4, Level 10, Level 20.

The higher they went, the more pronounced and even intense the stinging pain became.

When everyone stepped up the hundredth step together.

There are already people who are grinning in pain.

"Hell, my body, like it's being pierced by countless steel needles every moment."

"With each passing step, the sting deepens a little more."

"No, stop, the tingling won't go away, it's still going on!"

Someone said contemptuously: "A group of wine bags and rice bags, this pain can't be endured?" ”

"Look up, Wan Zihao and Luo Fu have already stepped on the third hundredth level!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"That's you!"

"Grass, do you dare to compare with Lao Tzu?"

"Compare to compare!"

"Okay, if Lao Tzu steps on the first level, you will follow the first level, otherwise you will kneel down and apologize to Lao Tzu!"

"Afraid of you!?"

The physical pain made the monks feel irritable.

All sorts of bickering, quarrels began to arise.

All the monks still walked collectively, stepping on the two-hundredth step in one breath.

Physical pain has reached a new level.

More than 80,000 monks, one by one, their faces were hideous, and their facial features were a little distorted.

"Damn, the feeling of pins and needles is gone, and my whole body is in pain like being burned by flames."

"What kind of flames, it's clearly like falling into an ice cave, and the cold air has penetrated into the bones and eyes."

"What? You feel this way, but I feel like I've been cut through my flesh by a sword. ”

The other end.

Fang Luxuan and Fang Qingxue glanced at each other.

Fang Qingxue said in a low voice: "Sister Huang, it seems that everyone's pain is different. ”

Fang Luxuan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Well, those who are afraid of fire and pain will experience being burned by flames." ”

"If you are afraid of the cold, you will feel a chill."

At this time, a sound came into the ears of the monks of the Penglai Alliance.

Sister Fang Luxuan also heard it.

"It's Luo Fu!"

"It's Senior Brother Luo!"

In everyone's minds, Luo Fu's voice sounded slowly.

"Fellow disciples, fellow Daoists of the Alliance."

"The path of cultivation is full of tests of the body and willpower."

"What you are feeling now is the 'painful trial.'"

"This kind of 'painful Dao' can penetrate the physical pain that every monk fears the most in his heart."

"Gongfa can't fight against this kind of suffering, only with strong willpower can it be sustained."

"I hope you fellow Taoists do what you can, and don't do it reluctantly."

After hearing Luo Fu's words, the monks of the Penglai Alliance suddenly ignited the flames of fighting spirit.

In a pair of eyes, there is a light of competitiveness.

More than 80,000 monks, in one breath, climbed the 300th staircase.

And Luo Fu and Wan Zihao have climbed to the seven-hundredth level.

When it reached the three hundred level, the large army, people began to fall behind.

"Ahhh

"Ahhh

"My whole body seems to have been drilled through by countless maggots, Lao Tzu can't do it!"

Hundreds of monks finally couldn't bear all kinds of pain and hurriedly ran under the immortal altar.

The further down you run, the more pain you will have.

This creates a lazy avoidance.

As long as they can alleviate the pain on their bodies, they are willing to do anything.

Fang Luxuan's face was pale, and cold sweat soaked her sideburns.

She felt as if the skin all over her body had cracked, revealing the bright red flesh beneath the dry skin.

The pain, as if someone was tearing open her skin.

The intense pain made Fang Luxuan hurriedly look down at her arms.

But a pair of arms are still bright and clean, and there is the slightest sign of blood cracking.

She realized that the physical damage was fake.

But the painful feeling is real.

The monks who escaped knew very well that their bodies were not harmed.

They're just simple, and they can't bear the painful feeling anymore.

When the large army stepped on the 400th staircase.

There are only 10,000 monks left who have been forced to stay.

70,000 people escaped!

The "losers" who escaped from the immortal altar and returned to the ground looked at the highest part of the immortal altar in shock.

There, Luo Fu and Wan Zihao have both stepped on the eighteenth steps!

"Those two people are really living monsters!"

"They're still on the upswing!"

"Eight hundred steps, what a terrible ordeal it must be!"

"Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel a chill down my spine."

At this time, at the height of four hundred steps, there was a sudden exclamation.

The losers who escaped from the immortal altar hurriedly turned their eyes away from Luo Fu and the others, and moved all the way down.

I saw a creepy scene.

A Lingxiao Fu Pavilion monk suddenly collapsed on the four hundred and thirty steps.

"Ahhh

"It hurts! You damn worms, get out of here! ”

The monk lay on the ground and kept spasming, and with both hands, he scratched a hole in his body.

The extreme pain made this person lose his mind and even hallucinate!

He frantically tore at his own flesh and skin, as if he had taken off a piece of clothing from his body, and tore off most of his human skin alive!

Bright red flesh and blood, hideously exposed.

But he still didn't stop, he was still tearing his body, and he was tearing off the muscles of his arms one by one.

The muscles attached to the fascia were torn apart and drooped weakly.

But he still refused to give up, grabbed the muscle strip in one hand, tore it off the tendon, and threw it to the ground.

It was as if that muscle was the worm that brought him pain.

"Senior Brother Zhao! Stop! ”

"The nearest fellow door, send Senior Brother Zhao down, don't be in a daze!"

The monk who was close to the Lingxiao Fu Pavilion woke up from the shock.

The two of them worked together to throw the self-harming monk directly from the sky to the ground in the distance.

At this moment, not far away, a Feathered Immortal Palace monk also went crazy.

The man let out a howl like a ghost.

He frantically grabbed his face with both hands, dripping one face with blood and blurring flesh.

Everyone watched, and the monks witnessed in horror that the Feather Immortal Palace monk pulled out a pair of his own eyeballs.

"Ahhhh Another person, as he stepped up the four hundred and forty-five steps, collapsed

The man sacrificed his flying sword and disemboweled.

With both hands, he pulled out a intestine and put it in his mouth and bit wildly.

"Ahh A monk of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace, with a flying sword, cut off one of his left legs, Qi Gen!

With a horrified expression, he threw his broken leg into the distance, as if he was throwing away something that frightened him.

Purgatory!

After witnessing the horrific status quo of the self-mutilating monks, these two words jumped out of everyone's minds.