The tense, depressed, and silent aura all hung over the monk's head, and they waited, waiting for one of Mo Ling and the black-clothed young man to take that step.

For a long time, Mo Ling and the young man in black did not move, and just when everyone began to get impatient, finally, under their gaze, Mo Ling's feet moved.

"Look, Mo Ling is moving!"

"Gotta get out!"

The entire stone platform resounded with a roar, and everyone's voices erupted, shaking all directions.

In their nervous looks, Mo Ling's feet pressed forward one by one, and he was under tremendous pressure every time, until the last moment, Mo Ling's feet finally stepped on the 10,000th step.

Mo Ling's feet fell on the 10,000 steps, and there was no unexpected riot on the stone steps, nor was there any coercion as imagined, and it was even as if he was stepping on the ordinary stone steps of the first order.

"The 10,000th Order!

"Mo Ling! Mo Ling!"

Witnessing this moment, the stone platform was boiling, and everyone was shouting frantically, roaring hoarsely.

Mo Ling's face was pale, there was no trace of blood on his face, his body seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he staggered to sit on the stone steps.

Although he looked terrible, he smiled, and under this smile, he pulled the injuries on his body.

"Ahem..."

Broken Soul's eyes were still sluggish, and he looked at Mo Ling blankly, as if he hadn't reacted from this matter yet. His eyes were blank, and his chest seemed to have been hit violently, and when he came to his senses, a sinister smile gradually appeared on his face.

"It turns out that you were the one who killed Stone Wing!"

Ignoring the broken soul, Mo Ling slowly stood up, raised his head and closed his eyes, and inhaled hard.

"Who in the world can truly have no regrets..."

Mo Ling muttered, opened his eyes, no longer looked at the day, but looked at the endless distance, at this moment, he seemed to see the distance that carried his childhood memories, saw the self who did not know how to forge ahead, and saw his parents blocking the knife for him, his eyes gradually became blurred. I don't know why, his heart hurts, it hurts...

After a long time, Mo Ling's face relaxed, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, this smile became stronger and stronger, he seemed to forget the fatigue and pain, took a deep breath, looked at the exit of the stone staircase in front of him, jumped up, and stepped out without hesitation.

The pupils of the broken soul shrank suddenly, and his face became even more ugly than before. He let out a low roar, and his whole body cultivation condensed again, impacting the 10,000th stone staircase like crazy.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break out of the shackles of the 9,999-step stone staircase in a short period of time, nor could he stop Mo Ling from stepping out of the stone staircase and reaching the top of the mountain.

On the stone platform, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on Mo Ling, and when they saw Mo Ling stepping out of the stone stairs, everyone's eyes showed a thick look of shock.

"It's Mo Ling! It's him who won the first place!"

"Mo Ling is the first of all the monks here!!"

I'm afraid no one thought that a little monk who seemed to them to be unknown would be able to walk in front of everyone and rush out of the stone stairs.

At this moment, the stone ladder trembled slightly, and everyone clearly felt that the pressure from the stone ladder was gradually declining, although the speed of decline was very slow, but this made their hearts full of ecstasy.

As soon as he stepped out of the stone staircase, a dazzling light shot into his eyes, and Mo Ling subconsciously closed his eyes. However, at the moment when he closed his eyes, a red light appeared above Mo Ling's head, and then shot into Mo Ling's Heavenly Spirit Cover at an extremely fast speed, and finally disappeared into Mo Ling's body.

And this scene only happened between the lightning and flint, and even Mo Ling didn't know that such a red light had submerged into his body.

By the time Mo Ling got used to the light and reopened his eyes, everything had turned into calm, and a huge stone tablet came into his eyes.

"There seems to be words on this stele!"

Mo Ling was stunned, a trace of surprise appeared on his pale face, he dragged his somewhat tired body, and slowly walked to the side of the stone to take a serious look.

The stele is firmly inserted into the mountain, the stone is quite a bit pearl and jade, and there are four words engraved squarely above the stone body.

Seven Killings Dojo!

"Is this the dojo of the Seven Killing Saints?" Mo Ling's eyes lit up.

The top of the mountain is not as cluttered and narrow as Mo Ling thought, but extremely vast. It is not so much a mountain top as a vast flat land, except that this flat land has been turned into an ancient dojo.

The dojo is a bit old, and a thick layer of dust has been laid on the dojo, so that the true appearance of the dojo is covered by thick dust. And in the dojo, the most eye-catching thing is the seven stone statues on the dojo!

Heavy and solemn, this is the feeling that these seven stone statues bring to Mo Ling. On closer inspection, there are three statues standing on the left and right, and they are far away from each other, as if they are arched on both sides. On either side, another stone statue stands, and it is clear that this stone statue has a higher status than the other six.

But what makes people wonder is that the seven stone statues only have their forms, and they are blurred on their faces, as if the person who stood the statues deliberately did not reveal their true faces.

Mo Ling was about to take a closer look at the stone statue when suddenly there was a sound behind him. With this sound, a monstrous killing intent erupted from it, almost turning into substance, and killing behind Mo Ling.

Mo Ling's face changed, she turned sideways, barely raised her strength, and dodged to the side.

With a bang, the attack hit the stele head-on, and the huge force shook the stele and rumbled, but the stele did not move at all. It's just that now is not the time for Mo Ling to study this stone tablet carefully.

The dust cleared, and Mo Ling's expression became cold. He looked at the broken soul coldly, his fingers moved slightly, ready to strike at any time.

"Shi Yi and Ji Jianwei were both killed by you, you took something that shouldn't have been taken!" Broken Soul's expression was extremely cold, and the thick killing intent was undisguised, locked on Mo Ling's body.

Mo Ling frowned, Shi Yi did die in his heart, but he had never heard of the person named Ji Jianwei. But now, it doesn't matter whether it is or not, the relationship between him and the broken soul is destined not to stop there, to be precise, he and the Holy Demon Ridge are already dying.

Mo Ling was silent, his right hand was raised, and in a flash of black light, a black knife immediately appeared in his hand. The black knife was pitch black, emitting bursts of black light and buzzing, as if it was longing, eager to drink countless blood. Even more on Mo Ling's body, the momentum of the Great Perfection of the Source Sea burst out, and he did not flinch at all because of the injuries on his body, just like the strength when he climbed the ladder.

"You..."The pupils of the broken soul shrank, and he would never remember the breath from the black knife, but what made him even more solemn was that the breath that burst out from Mo Ling's body, although this breath was not strong, he could feel Mo Ling's will not back down in this breath. In his eyes, the thin young man in front of him seemed to slowly turn into the man on the stone staircase, the one who made him breathe short, thinking that he was the only one qualified to fight him!

Broken Soul's eyes flashed, and a thousand thoughts flashed in his mind in an instant, but he didn't hesitate, the solemn look disappeared in an instant, replaced by a rising battle intent, and an endless murderous aura!

If he had changed to someone else, he would never have such a killing intent when he broke his soul, after all, at this time, the Seven Killing Dojo had been opened, and the opportunity of ten thousand years was already close at hand. But this person is Mo Ling, a person who was personally ordered by the Holy Lord to be killed, the Taoist soldiers can not do it, but Mo Ling must die!

And his pride does not allow Mo Ling's existence to override him, he wants to win, he wants to prove that he is the only one who is the most powerful monk!

"Mo Ling!" Broken Soul raised his head suddenly, his voice was cold, and when it spread far away, his right foot took a step forward, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, and with a whoosh, he went straight to Mo Ling.

"Today you must die!" Broken Soul was dressed in black, like the god of death in the Nine Shadows, his face was ruthless, his body jumped up, and burst out with the momentum of the Great Perfection of the Source Sea, and the faint black light shrouded his body, like a black cloud, and in an instant, the distance from Mo Ling was less than five zhang, and his eyes were wide open, and Broken Soul raised his right hand at this moment, and suddenly grabbed Mo Ling fiercely.

Under this grasp, he saw that the black light on the broken soul was sharp, dyeing his whole person into a black mist, and in the black mist, a black giant hand was formed, with a roar that pierced the void, and went straight to Mo Ling to grab it.

Mo Ling paused, the black knife in his right hand hung above his head, and he stepped heavily on the ground under his feet, and the whole person rose from the ground, turned around, and looked at the big black hand from afar, his eyes were blazing.

"Hands... I have it too!"

Mo Ling was in mid-air, his eyes looked through the void, through the hand of the black mist that roared, he saw the broken soul galloping behind him, he roared, his hands changed, the golden light on his body was shining, and he even transformed into a huge palm in this golden light.

Palm, forward!

But seeing that this giant palm burst out with the extremely strong power of the source qi, and went straight to the moment of the black mist's hand, Mo Ling's hand fiercely grasped the black knife above his head and went straight to the broken soul.

With the palm, the opponent!

After Mo Ling's cultivation broke through to the Great Perfection of the Source Sea, the power of his martial arts changed dramatically, whether it was the Wuji Palm, it also had its greater power.

In the sky at this moment, the golden giant palm and the hand of the black fog are getting closer and closer, and after an instant, they collided with each other, and broke out with a shocking roar, under the roar, they saw that the hand of the black fog stagnate suddenly, and finally rushed directly, and was forcibly scattered by the golden palm, and was swallowed by the palm, sweeping between the scrolls, and going straight to the broken soul.

This scene came and went quickly, all of this happened in the electric light. Mo Ling's expression remained the same, his eyes were filled with fine light, his body shook towards the broken soul shrouded in black mist, and when his right hand was raised, the black knife in his hand made an excited sound, as if he couldn't wait to rush out. He raised the black knife in his hand and slashed at the Broken Soul.

A sharp whistling suddenly rose, and the black knife light rose into the sky, turning into a huge black knife shadow, with the back of the knife facing the sky, and slashed towards the broken soul with a drastic change in complexion!