There was no way to completely avoid the damage of the soft thorns, and after climbing a distance, everyone's palms were injured to varying degrees, and the blood from some of the wounds soaked through the robes, smearing a large area of blood.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads, and their expressions were distorted, obviously this soft thorn made them very painful, but no one in the audience screamed out because of this pain, after all, those who can come this far in this Baohua secret realm are by no means ordinary people, and they can still bear this pain.

Everyone climbed at different paces, but the resolute expressions on their faces were the same.

At first, there were people who wanted to make small moves on the vines, such as harassing the monks on the vines next door, knocking other people off by surprise, or throwing gravel in the faces of others, forcing them to stop climbing in order to secure their ranks, but soon these people had to stop these small movements because they noticed that the thorns on the vines had become thicker.

"How did this thorn get thicker?!" said a sturdy male cultivator who was crawling in front of him.

From this position, the soft thorns on the vines became several times thicker, not only the color became brown, but the sashimi also changed from soft to hard and sharper, the male cultivator didn't notice these changes at first, and as soon as he grasped it, Rao was protected by a magic robe, and there were many small blood holes on his palm, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down.

With his experience, everyone became more and more cautious.

Of course, Yu Yu also noticed the situation here, she exchanged glances with Jiang Shen, and said, "Sure enough, it's not as simple as climbing up, I estimate that the more you go up, the more troublesome this thorn will become." ”

Jiang Shen nodded and said in a low voice, "We might as well slow down and see the situation." ”

Yu Yu also agreed with his idea, and the speed of the two slowed down together.

Sure enough, after a while, the people who climbed ahead found that the thorns on the vine had become thicker again, and these thorns were different from the previous ones, the tips of the thorns seemed to be poisonous, and the places where they had been pierced were not only painful, but also secretly itchy.

"Oh my God, this thorn is poisonous!" someone muttered.

Because they are still climbing, their hands can not be separated from the vines, and they can only rub them twice on the robe with one hand to relieve the itching on their hands, but this does not play much role, they still have the wounds left by the soft thorns on their hands, this itching is relieved, but the pain is also intensified, and the flesh and blood on the palms of the hands are turned over in the friction, which is even more shocking.

There was a female cultivator who couldn't stand this kind of torture anymore, and couldn't help but say: "It's over, I can bear the pain, but I really can't bear this itch!"

"Forget it, I won't enter this Ancient Cave Mansion!"

It was common for monks to get hurt, and she wasn't afraid of pain, but the itch was different from pain, and there was nowhere to relieve it, and in her eyes it was worse than pain, so she simply chose to give up.

The absence of competitors should be a joyful thing, but a male cultivator couldn't look at this kind of casual giving up, and couldn't help but mock: "You can't bear this?" He looked the female cultivator up and down, "Sure enough, women are squeamish." ”

The female cultivator was not happy when she heard this, and said coldly: "My own choice is your business, men are just nosy." With that, he stretched out his leg and kicked the male cultivator, and then slid down neatly.

"Stinky girl!" the male cultivator said angrily, and it was also thanks to him that he grasped it firmly, but he just dangled a few times in the air and did not fall, and after stabilizing his body, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he spat in the direction of the female cultivator before giving up.

After the nun took the lead and left, some of the monks who were fluctuating began to waver, and several others withdrew one after another.

This male cultivator was firm, and he was determined to climb up, but helplessly, his body was thin and weak, and his physical strength was exhausted, and he soon reached the limit, but he didn't believe in this evil and wanted to climb up, but because he couldn't grasp the vine and fell down.

Bang——!

It was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes, Yu Su looked down, only saw a faint small black dot, she knew that this person would not survive at this distance.