A hundred steps and a hundred steps.

Keep moving forward.

Wang Yan finally came to the top of the 8,000th staircase.

At this time, he was crawling on the ground, and a puddle of water stains appeared on the stairs, which was Wang Yan's sweat, and his neat clothes became messy. There was no dry place on my clothes, and all of them were soaked with sweat.

Wang Yan tried his best to raise his eyelids and look at the stairs ahead.

Now that he's having a hard time moving his body, he's going to have to double the pressure to get to the next step.

There are only a thousand stairs left before the final pass, he has already passed nine-tenths of the way, and he doesn't want to give up in the last tenth, victory is in sight, how can he give up easily.

The fine sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes through the lines on Wang Yan's frowning head, and his eyes instantly felt very spicy, and this spicy feeling made Wang Yan's spirit lift a little, and he no longer wanted to be as depressed as before.

Wang Yan trembled and stretched out his right hand, approaching the stairs in front of him little by little.

This seemed to be only half a foot away, but it took Wang Yan half a quarter of an hour to reach the edge of the ladder, and only one millimeter Wang Yan's right hand entered the range of eight thousand and one steps.

All at once.

Wang Yan exerted all his strength to advance his body, and the palm of his right hand entered the range of eight thousand and one steps.

Wang Yan's right hand felt unprecedented pressure, and the palm of his hand was directly pressed to the ground by the pressure, and he kept pressing down.

Wang Yan's five fingers and palms can be heard with the naked ear cracking bones.

Click, click, click.

One after another.

All the bones in the palm of the hand are pressed into powder.

Wang Yan's palm was as thin as paper.

Ten fingers to heart.

The severe pain made Wang Yan can't help but scream, and the entire space echoes with Wang Yan's screams.

It hurts to the heart.

A strong feeling of pain reached Wang Yan's heart, and his heart began to beat rapidly, with violent twitching from time to time.

His body twitched, and his body began to twitch incessantly.

There is no one who can help him at the moment, only on his own.

The pressure was still pressing on his palm, and his palm was getting thinner and thinner.

Wang Yan relied on the last trace of strength to gather the dragon qi of the dantian into the palm of his hand, but he could only temporarily resist the pressure, if he wanted the whole person to enter the range of eight thousand and one steps, it would undoubtedly be self-defeating, and his whole person would be instantly pressed into tissue paper.

Wang Yan kept panting, trying to pull out his palm and move his body, but found that he couldn't, his body no longer had any strength.

It can be said that he can only wait for death here.

In the fourth layer of the pagoda, Wang Yan, who was traveling the world with Xing Xinman, heard a voice in his ears.

He quickly looked at the sky above his head, his eyes were like torches, and he muttered: "It's worthy of you, you are about to enter the ninth layer so soon, since you created me with a golden body, I will repay it with a golden body today." ”

He turned his head to Xing Xinman, who was dazed, and said, "Wang Yan is in trouble, you go to the side to rest for a while, and I'll help him." ”

Xing Xinman nodded, and immediately stepped aside, afraid of disturbing the scriptures Wang Yan, she was now worried about Wang Yan's safety.

"If I hear it, all laws are empty. As he recited the scriptures, his whole body began to glow with gold.

At this time, wearing a robe, holding the Dharma seal in his hand, and having a straight face, Wang Yan sat in the void.

The law is printed into a point to the sky.

At this time, dozens of young monks in the Buddhist hall on the second floor of the pagoda kept reciting scriptures.

The scriptures in front of them kept turning the pages, and the entire hall was filled with the sound of endless flipping books.

The wind blows, and the wind turns the pages of the book.

"Subodhi. Yu Yiyun He. If you come to the Anuttara Sambodhiya. If there is something to say, yes. Subodhi words. As I explained the meaning of the Buddha. There is no definite Dharma name, Anuttara Sambodhi. There is no law to say. Why? As it has been said, it is not desirable or said. Illegal, non-illegal. Therefore, all the sages and saints are different from each other by doing nothing. ”

The golden scriptures in the mouth of the little monk kept pouring out of his mouth, constantly rising upward, flying over the roof, flying through the sky, until they disappeared.

As soon as Wang Yan pointed his finger at the sky, a loud shout came from the entire fourth layer of space.

"Be bold, stop. ”

The huge palm that had been falling from the sky and attacking towards the position of the scripture Wang Yan.

Wang Yan didn't care, his face sneered, and he said lightly: "All laws are false. ”

The palm that was about to attack him suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated into the air. It's just that the corners of Wang Yan's clothes were blown by the wind and swayed a few times, and nothing else happened.

Xing Xinman was very familiar with this voice, and this voice was the one who helped him sacrifice his life to let Wang Yan directly cross the fifth and sixth layers of the trial.

This person is the ruler of the stupa, and she is very afraid of the scriptures in front of her, Wang Yan, who can't make a sound.

The palm print dissipated, and the man in the sky was furious, and shouted again: "What are you doing? ”

Scripture Wang Yan pondered for a while and said with a smile: "No matter what problems arise, I will take responsibility for them alone." ”

"Can you bear it?" As soon as the man's voice came out, a huge thunder rolled in the sky, and the whole sky instantly became gloomy, as if the sky was about to fall.

Another giant hand stretched out in the sky.

But this time it was not an attack on the scriptures Wang Yan, but towards a farther distance.

Because there appeared a river of golden scriptures that was flying upwards.

Seeing the direction of the palm in the sky, the scripture Wang Yan was instantly angry, stretched out one hand, and suddenly another palm appeared in the sky.

"If you dare to stop this river of scripture, I will make your life worse than death. ”

The person above the sea of clouds ignored the threat of the scripture Wang Yan at all, and snorted coldly: "I still dare to be obsessed, but I only dare to argue with this seat after only a few days of condensation, and today I will let you know that my thousand-year-old tower spirit is not in vain." ”

Scripture Wang Yan's palm came first, and it had already caught up with the palm of the person before.

Text: Wang Yan's palm swept upward.

Two huge palms attacked together.

At the moment of the collision, countless sonic booms were heard, and the rapid and sharp sound effects swept in all directions, deafening.

The mountains below the palms of the two hands shattered in an instant, and all the places within a radius of a hundred miles were razed to the ground.

All the dirt in the ground is still disappearing.

The position of Wang Yan is also within a hundred miles.

As early as the attack, the scripture Wang Yan split a barrier to envelop him and Xing Xinman.

The ground within a meter radius of the soles of their feet is still intact.

Look down, though.

What was originally a flat land has become a cliff hundreds of feet deep.

He and Xing Xinman stood on the top of a small cylindrical mountain.