The green mountains are closed to the mountains, and there is no way up the mountain for a long time.

Regardless of whether the good-looking old man in the third layer of Sword Mountain is the leader of the Oriental Sect for the time being, as Jing Ming, the Ming uncle of the Zhongyan Dynasty, the prince of the East Star Wang, and the commander of the Jinyi Army, these are useless in Qingshan, the important thing is that he is the person chosen by Zhang Xiaojing, and with the credit of Zhang Xiaojing's defeat of Qingshan, any Qingshan person with a conscience will take good care of him.

The immortal body opens the muscles and bones with a sword, and the method of Chi Yu Ancestor is to use a small sword to pick open the acupuncture points, and open the body with sword qi.

Jing Ming received three thousand swords, and at the same time as opening the acupuncture points, the sword qi of the sword mountain will remain in the body for a deep opening, and it is enough for ordinary people to open the acupoints, and even the depths of the bones are opened after the three thousand swords, and the sword qi gushes out, which is equivalent to opening all the passages in every corner of the body, and the sword qi can perfectly reach all corners of the body.

The treatment of the ninety-nine jade steps was smashed, Hongming Ancestor tasted it, and now it is Jing Ming's turn to try the taste.

The good-looking old man's palm was raised, and the wide sleeves bulged like a cloth bag full of wind, and flew out of the white jade steps from the sleeves, and when it appeared, the surrounding sword qi was more than doubled, so it was not enough, the sword qi of the sword mountain began to converge towards the white jade steps, forming a round ball with a diameter of ten meters, and the sword qi in it was almost substantial, pressing on the head of Jing Ming, who was sitting cross-legged at a slow speed.

The young man's spine suddenly bent, and his head hit the ground heavily.

The good-looking old man's impression of Jing Ming was originally acceptable, such a humiliating posture made the old man very unhappy, Qingshan Sword went straight to the ground, and the disciples under him were all arrogant and domineering, and only the enemy bowed to them, how could they bow their heads like this, the price of making the old man unhappy was to accelerate the destruction of him, and the white jade level was pressed faster.

The sword qi pressing on Jing Ming's body at this moment was equivalent to the thirtieth order of the White Jade Rank.

The immortal body Jing Ming is miserable and not like a person, the flesh and blood are cut to reveal a large number of white bones, this guy's sword qi is raging, and there is no good place on the body except for the heart that the poor sword power can withstand, only a layer of white bones remains.

Soon, the sword qi of the white jade rank pressed the fifty-first layer of the refining body.

Jing Ming's bones gurgled all over his body, and his entire chest was pressed to the ground.

The old man shook his head.

He thought that Jing Ming was dying, and with his current physical state, he could only last up to sixty-five at most, such an achievement was not bad in the history of Qingshan disciples, and he would definitely be a figure in the rivers and lakes in time.

When that's not enough.

First, he is the person chosen by Zhang Xiaojing, so it can't be bad.

Second, Jing Ming was originally a martial artist who majored in physical cultivation, and compared with a martial artist who cultivated the Tao, he had an innate advantage in physique, and he should carry more levels of white jade ranks.

Sixty floors.

Sixty-one layers.

Sixty-two floors.

.........

Just when the old man thought that Jing Ming was about to disappear, the young man's white bone skull that was on the ground moved, and it was indeed amazingly high-spirited, and then the ending was quite miserable, shattered in an instant, and in this majestic sea of sword qi, these bones were wiped out before they even came to ashes.

Only one heart was still beating, and the more than ten pale golden swords around the heart were extremely difficult to protect the last breath.

Chi Yu Ancestor once left such a sentence, the white jade step of Sword Mountain does not kill people, and the people who really die on the white jade step are dead by their own hands.

Jing Ming seems to have broken his whole body into powder except for the heart, if you carefully observe the young man's heart that is heavily protected by the sword at this time, you will find that there is a pale golden villain sitting cross-legged in the middle, the process of sword qi stirring up the body is an evolutionary process from a cruel point of view, all kinds of dross will be eliminated, and the remaining essence will be sent into the heart by the sword qi, and when the golden villain in the heart is perfectly carried down the white jade step, the golden villain in the heart will grow again, and Jing Ming's physique will be a big step stronger.

At this moment, Jing Ming's heart is like a city.

The sword that guards it is the only guard of the city.

The golden villain is not only the emperor, but also the general who defends the city.

Jing Ming's eyes were full of wind and snow, and every snowflake was a wisp of sword qi that kept floating and slashing on the city, and the sword momentum kept rotating to extinguish the sword qi.

The seventieth layer of white jade stepped down.

There was a rumbling sound in the sky of the black hole, and a purple lightning as thick as a bucket smashed on the ground, blasting out a big pit, and the black clouds became more and more dense, in which purple light kept flickering, pressing towards the city at a slow speed, and when there was still ten meters away from the city, the originally restless black clouds were strangely quiet, quiet to a little weird.

The pale golden figure stood at the head of the city.

His face was calm, he couldn't see whether he was anxious or nervous, and with a flick of his fingers, the golden sword momentum around the heart city split out and flew into the sky, at this time, the dark clouds contracted violently and then suddenly bloomed, a purple thunder with bright red sprinkled down, the golden sword momentum was blasted into ashes in just a flash, Jing Ming never stopped, the second sword momentum had already popped out, the golden sword was still just a blink of an eye and was crushed into slag, but the situation was much better than just now, the thunder was offset by more than two-thirds, and the remaining thunder continued to pounce。

Jing Ming raised his face and snapped out a wisp of golden sword with his fingers.

At the moment when the golden sword and the thunder were about to make contact, the golden sword shifted slightly to the left, avoiding the thunder and continuing upward, the young man's face was extremely calm, that is, after not resisting the thunder, he also made an amazing move, the remaining seven wisps of sword momentum that were originally around the heart city took the initiative to separate, and let the thunder bombard the city.

"Boom~~"

At the place where it exploded, a piece of black charcoal flew up and fell to the ground, and it rolled several times before it completely stopped.

It's a pale golden villain.

Jing Ming and the two of them supported the ground with their hands, and tried to stand up, their palms wiped their faces, revealing their golden faces, although this move was risky, when the harvest was huge, under the thunder infusion, the origin was even more refined than just now.

The face of the good-looking old man on the third layer of Sword Mountain was originally disappointed.

The boy took the thunder with two swords in a row, and after taking the risk of taking the rest of the thunder infusion, there was some calmness in his disappointed face.

At this time, the third wisp of sword momentum that Jing Ming popped out had already collided with the black clouds, and only heard a boom, and the black clouds that filled the sky were blown up and scattered in all directions, along with the sword qi snowflakes that were originally flying in the air.

The good-looking old man's face was no longer calm, and he was a little happy.

The white jade step is pressed down ten layers, reaching the eighty layer, there are countless disciples of Qingshan throughout the ages, and there are countless people who have the name of this genius, and there are only a thousand people who can reach the height of the eighty layers.

Jing Ming can be regarded as a genius.

If it is left in the past, such qualifications are enough for the sect to devote all its resources to cultivate, as long as it does not die young, it is enough to become a big man of the peak master, Jing Ming's treatment is the same as that of Hongming Ancestor, and there is no chance to retreat if he does not finish the ninety-nine steps.

The wind rose in the vast heavens and the earth.

The little golden man stood at the head of the city.

The head of the city is the head of the ruined city.

At the head of such a city, seeing the overwhelming wind, there was a great feeling of suffocation.

Jing Ming's face remained unchanged, the smile on the face of the good-looking old man was not put away, and his intuition told him that there was a genius under his nose, he came, the decaying Qingshan may have a little hope, the young man's movements were the same as just now, two times the sword pierced into the heavy black wind, after the two swords, the black wind dissipated half, and the third sword was issued, this time it was not as big as the thunder just now, the sword was slashing the black wind, and the fire on the blade was four colors, and it gradually disappeared after traveling a hundred meters, and the black wind still did not completely wear it down, but fortunately, the wind weakened a lot, and blewWhen he arrived in front of the young man, it was a breeze in terms of speed, and his hair shook slightly, which was quite scary in terms of power, and almost blew Jing Ming in two.

Finally, Jing Ming got up from the hole.

At this moment, the surface of the Extreme Jing Ming body has changed from golden to pure gold.

The good-looking old man smiled and nodded.

A person who can pass the eighty white jade level is a genius, and the one who can reach the ninety level is a genius among geniuses, and there are only twenty people in Qingshan for so many years, all of them are amazing and talented, as long as they grow up, they are all able to shelter Qingshan I A life of smooth weather, at this time, the good-looking old man has a little regret, shouldn't he be angry and use the jade step to test this guy?

Soon such thoughts were dispelled.

As long as the boy can complete the body refining, it is basically the strongest immortal gold body realm.

Ninety white jade steps pressed down, this is also the last one, the jade steps are all in the color of fire, exuding a terrifying temperature, burning everything in heaven and earth red, even those flying and falling sword qi snowflakes have become red snowflakes.

The flames kept rising, evolving into all kinds of ferocious prehistoric beasts, and kept making deafening roars, and the sound waves hit the heart of the city, and the only remaining city walls were instantly roared into ruins.

Jing Ming was faster than ever, snapping his fingers and taking off the sword.

A fierce tiger surrounded by flames jumped out of the flame white jade steps, it took the jade steps as the cliff and fell to the ground and then jumped up violently, the sword pushed through and stabbed into the tiger's head, there was no explosion sound, the sword momentum and the tiger dissipated completely, Jing Ming's second sword arrived, a fierce dragon sprang out of the white jade steps, and swallowed the sword momentum when it pounced, the sword momentum exploded in the body of the fierce dragon, directly cut it into two, the dragon head part continued to pounce, the third sword arrived, and directly smeared it into ashes.

At this moment, Jing Ming still had a sword left.

As for the white jade step, although the color of the flame was turbulent, any pair of eyes could see that it was already the end of the strong crossbow, and the red snow turned white again, flying down.

The surface of the young man's body has evolved from pure gold to extremely pure pure gold, at this time he held the sword in his hand, raised a finger, and the remnants of the white jade step with no appearance could resist the sword momentum and directly shattered into slag, and the body surface of the pure golden villain appeared illusory, and the flesh and blood condensed into a real body.

The strongest immortal golden body has been completed, and the peak of the young man's wishful thinking can be called a master of the happy beginning.

After the body was formed, the young man did not put away his sword, and continued to point at the old man on the third floor.

I have a sword in my hand, and I can do three thousand miles of snow.

The old man's complexion changed suddenly, the sword momentum in the young man's hand was released, the sword light roared like deep winter snow, and the sword qi snowflakes that were originally filled in the air reversed and rushed towards the old man.

Qingshan once had such a trick, three thousand miles of snow.

The old man, who has always been as calm as a mountain, was a little messy at this time, his sleeves flicked violently, and there was no scum blowing the sword move 'Three Thousand Miles of Snow', and he pressed Jing Ming to the ground together, the old man's head was raised, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and the fog that permeated his eyes quickly dissipated.

Then he saw a heavy snowstorm.

A man dressed in white in the snowstorm, he held down the sword in his hand and slowly climbed the mountain step by step.