Walking less than 100 meters on the mountain road on the left, there are mutations, and dense white-skinned spiders fall from the sky.

These white-skinned spiders all have strength comparable to the first and second layers of condensation, if they were in the outside world, these geniuses gathered from various places in Dachu would naturally not be afraid of these poisonous spiders. But this is the world of the picture scroll, and everyone can't mobilize the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth, which is no different from the ordinary.

Thousands of white-skinned spiders attacked like the examiners, and being bitten was a heart-piercing pain. Strangely, the flesh is not damaged, not even a shallow scar. It's as if the bite is a direct blow to the soul, not to the body.

Many of the examiners sighed their bad luck and turned to run away, thinking about returning to the fork a hundred meters away and turning onto the mountain road on the right.

Those who fled were greeted by more dense green-skinned spiders falling from the sky, more ferocious than white-skinned spiders.

"Ahh

One after another, shouts and begging for mercy came from behind Yan Fang. He didn't look back, and walked up silently, waving his wooden staff to drive away the white-skinned spiders that were close at hand, and enduring the bites of the white-skinned spiders that had rushed to him without any strength. The same is true for the girl in the blue dress on the side.

He was sure that there was no element of luck in the assessment of a top sect like Fuhu Mountain, and the same tragic situation must be happening on the mountain road on the right at this time.

More and more people are unbearable to be bitten by poisonous spiders, and they don't have the courage to climb up again, so they choose to withdraw from the assessment.

The rest of the people are still suffering in silence. In the case of not being able to invoke the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force, none of the assessors in this picture scroll world can completely deal with all the poisonous spiders, and it is inevitable to be attacked and bitten.

About halfway up the mountain, poisonous spiders no longer fell from the sky, but instead gray wolves emerged from the mountains and forests on both sides.

The number of gray wolves is not as good as the white-skinned spider just now, but the threat to the assessor is several times that of the white-skinned spider, and the same is true of the pain brought to the assessor.

The three gray wolves pounced on Yan Fang at the same time, Yan Fang picked up the wooden staff in his hand and hit the head of the nearest evil wolf with a stick.

But the remaining two heads had already pounced on him, one bit Yan Fang's left arm, the other bit Yan Fang's right leg, two strands of pain accompanied by nauseous saliva, Yan Fang used his strength to shake out the wolf that bit his left arm, smashed on the mountain rock not far away, and dragged the beast that bit his right leg to the ground again and again, and the beast that was in pain could only let go.

But then more wolves pounced...

It's like a cycle that has an end but doesn't seem to have an end in sight.

Finally, no more wolves pounced, and instead there were colorful tigers...

Like a wolf and a tiger, it describes a person who is as fierce as a wolf and a tiger, but no matter how fierce a person is, he is still a human after all. Now they are facing real wolves and tigers.

In the case that they can't borrow external force, they fight with tigers and wolves with their thin bodies, and after being bitten again and again, and knocked down again and again, how many people have the courage to continue to climb up and face the more dangerous enemy?

In the face of a limited opponent who is weaker than himself, or equal to himself, or stronger than himself, daring to fight is not brave.

Dare to fight with opponents who are much stronger than themselves and the gap is too big to make up, to bear the pain again and again, and to attack the strong again and again with weakness, is the real bravery.

More and more people choose to give up under the ravages of the colorful giant tigers, but there are also many people around these losers who are still hitting stones with eggs again and again...

Finally, the top of the mountain can be seen, and there are no more colorful giant tigers pounced, and the assessors who were originally divided into two groups have merged into one group before they are about to reach the top of the mountain.

The assessors who chose the mountain road on the right also lost a lot of personnel, and most of the remaining people also had the happiness of the rest of their lives written on their faces. At the forefront of this road was the man in the python robe, his face full of determination and indifference. It seems that the previous assessment did not affect him much. Yan Fang couldn't help but glance at this python-robed man who was suspected to be from the royal family.

The top of the second mountain also has only one quaint stone tablet with a brave character engraved on it.

The test of the second mountain did not consume the examiner's physical strength much, even the pain of being bitten by a wild beast was only for a moment, and there was not even a shallow scar left afterwards. More of the consumption is psychological.

Not staying too much at the top of the second mountain, which also had no scenery to see, the rest of the examiners set out on the way down.

"Ahh

A white-robed man at the front let out a scream, and this scream revealed the fear from the depths of his soul. He was beheaded by a soldier in black armor and carrying a heavy sword that appeared out of thin air, but then he was restored, as if he had gone back in time.

More and more black-armored soldiers appeared out of thin air, all wearing masks covering their faces. He raised his heavy sword and slashed at the great heads of the examiners.

"Ahh

Yan Fang let out a miserable scream, and his head was cut off by a black-armored soldier in front of him. For a moment, it was as if life had come to an abrupt end. Everything flowed away like a stream, and I couldn't hold on to it anymore.

But when I came to my senses, I subconsciously touched my head, and I breathed a sigh of relief, my head was still there.

This seemingly one-sided slaughter continues. Again and again, it has impacted the psychological defense line of the examiners.

More and more people have chosen to give up in the "killing" of almost no resistance.

"Ahh

A heavy sword slashed across Yan Fang's neck, blood splattered, and his head flew out, but then it was picked up back on his neck like a tree.

This is the ninth time that Yan Fang has been killed. The process of "being killed" was almost exactly the same every time, and the head was cut off with a sword by a black-armored soldier who appeared in front of him without warning, and there was no resistance during the process.

As soon as he recovered from the ninth "killing", a black-armored soldier who was almost identical to the nine black-armored soldiers who had cut off Yan Fang's great head earlier appeared out of thin air and swung the heavy sword in his hand to slash at Yan Fang.

Staring at the masked man in front of him who cut off his head as simple as stepping on an ant, a strange thought suddenly flashed in Yan Fang's heart.

Moths and fire came to mind.

Most moths will consciously avoid the burning campfire, because the slightest spark bursting from the flame can burn their fragile wings and bodies clean.

But for thousands of years, there have always been one or two maverick moths who want to feel the temperature of the flame and see what kind of glass world is hidden in the beating flame.

He was willing to pay with his life for this.

At this moment, Yan Fang felt as if he had become a moth, with a raging fire in front of him, and what he should do should be a moth to put out the fire, instead of sitting and waiting to be burned clean.

Driven by this strange thought, Yan Fang's ghost raised the wooden stick in his hand and slashed it at the black-armored soldier.

The stick struck the black-armored soldier's mask, and the monster in front of him let out a muffled beastly cry of pain. Immediately, the black heavy sword came as promised, cutting off Yan Fang's head.

But this time, the head that flew out was different from the previous nine times, this time with a smile on its lips and light in its eyes...

In the secluded hall in the mountain behind Fuhu Mountain

The old man in the shape of a sheepskin shepherd looked at the picture of Yan Fang hitting the mask of the black-armored soldier with a stick in the bronze ancient mirror, and stroked his palms and laughed: "This doll is good, if you read it right, it should be the first one among all to hurt the black-armored soldier, yes, a little bloody." ”

The rugged man with the machete on his back also nodded in agreement: "Well, this kid is good, he is a man." ”

...

Of course, Yan Fang, who was still in the picture scroll world, couldn't hear the praise of the elders, he was holding a wooden stick against the black-armored soldiers who rushed up one by one. Although the ending is not different from the first nine times, he was still beheaded, but the process is completely different.

Every time, you can use the wooden stick in your hand to cause some trouble for the black armor soldiers, or hit the mask, or hit the black armor, or slow down the speed of the heavy sword...

There are more and more people around him who are overwhelmed and give up, but Yan Fang is getting braver and braver the more he fights, and he is getting more and more comfortable with a wooden stick in his hand.

Although Mo Sisi on the side did not pick up a stick to resist like Yan Fang, he gritted his teeth again and again and persevered.

...

When an open flat field appeared in front of the examiners, there were finally no more black-armored soldiers, and this one-sided massacre was over.

Before ascending the second mountain, there were more than 1,700 people, but now there are less than 700 left.

They were greeted by the last mountain in the world of the triple mountain....