On the edge of the mountain.

Mo Jue and Fan Wenxuan walked on the path one after the other, and Qin Dang followed behind the two with a dejected expression, his face blue and purple.

Qin Dang ran all the way up from the foot of the mountain, but unexpectedly slipped under his feet halfway, and fell straight down the stairs and rolled down.

If it weren't for Mo Jue's quick eyes and quick hands to stop him in the middle, he would have to fall seriously this time.

However, Qin Dang was not comfortable at this moment, the original injuries on his body were not good, and the injuries were added to the injuries, and the invisible pressure around him was several times heavier than at the foot of the mountain, and that sense of lightness had long disappeared, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Mo Jue's face was constantly dripping with sweat at this time, and his back was even more wet, and he stepped on the stairs with one foot, leaving a wet footprint when he left. The pressure around him made Mo Jue feel like he was tied to a boulder, and he had to use seven or eight points of strength for every step.

"Huh?"

Fan Wenxuan, who was walking in front, stepped down and let out a muffled snort, his face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and his whole body was slightly bent.

Seeing this, Mo Jue's face changed, Fan Wenxuan was usually calm like water, more appropriately indifferent, it was difficult to see such a sudden change in his face. It's just that there is only one way, except to give up the ceremony and go down the mountain, otherwise you can only continue to walk hard.

Thinking of this, Mo Jue made up his mind, took a deep breath, and took a step forward.

As soon as he stepped down, a heavy feeling pressed on Mo Jue's heart, and the pressure like a mountain hit, and Mo Jue gritted his teeth before carrying it. However, his body was also slightly bent like Fan Wenxuan. Even the air is heavy when you breathe.

Qin Dang, who was behind him, didn't notice the dilemma of the two, followed closely behind, and stepped in. Caught off guard, he was pressed to the ground.

Qin Dang wanted to cry without tears, he was unlucky. But the pressure was so heavy that he couldn't speak.

"Huh, why are there still people climbing the mountain, don't they all go to find that Mo Jue..."

A voice came, Mo Jue looked up with difficulty, and saw a man walking down from above, a robe fluttering in the wind, embroidered with flowers and green, Mo Jue looked carefully and found that there were only some flowers and plants. The man's body was a little bloated, and the robe on his stomach was bulging, and as he walked down, his stomach trembled, and he felt indescribable joy.

Hearing the man's words, Mo Jue could only smile awkwardly and replied, "That... I'm Moju..."

The man was stunned: "You are Mo Jue? So, the token thing is fake?"

Mo Jue nodded affirmatively, and the man looked around Mo Jue in surprise before saying, "You are Mo Jue? It seems that he has offended people..."

Halfway through the sentence, the man seemed to suddenly remember something, and added, "Oh yes, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lu Qingge, and we meet for the first time. ”

The man, that is, Lu Qingge, looked familiar, and no matter how Mo Jue responded, he said a lot to himself. Mo Jue could only listen to him with an embarrassed face, just because he hadn't recovered at the moment, and he was overwhelmed.

"You and I are destined, this is for you, you should make a friend, eat it to reduce the burden on your body. I don't need to, after all, I'm going down the mountain. ”

As he spoke, Lu Qingge took out a package from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Jue's arms, opened it and saw that seven or eight spirit fruits were lying quietly in it. Mo Jue was a little puzzled, looking at Lu Qingge's appearance, it seemed to be very relaxed. So he asked with great difficulty, "Go down?" You should have been to the top of the mountain, right? Why do you have to go down? ”

Lu Qingge smiled slightly and said, "Those Cloud Sword Sect disciples are too old-fashioned and uncomfortable with me, so I went down the mountain. The world is so big, there will always be a sect that suits me. We'll see you later. ”

After saying that, he walked towards the bottom of the mountain, Mo Jue opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, Lu Qingge said it so inexplicably, which made him feel a little confused.

Mo Jue shook his head, threw his thoughts out of his mind, took out the spirit fruit and distributed it to Fan Wenxuan and the others, the two of them naturally heard the words of Lu Qingge, Fan Wenxuan was indifferent by nature, and Qin Dang was lying on the ground and couldn't speak, so they didn't talk.

Fan Wenxuan took the spirit fruit, hesitated for a moment, stuffed the spirit fruit to Qin Dang, and said, "Take it." ”

Qin Dang had already swallowed a spirit fruit at this time, and as Lu Qingge said, the force pressing on him was reduced a lot, and he slowly got up, Qin Dang held the spirit fruit in his hand and asked Fan Wenxuan, "Brother Xuan, don't you need it?"

"I don't have to...."

It seemed that he was accustomed to this pressure, Fan Wenxuan straightened up, left a sentence and continued to walk up slowly, Mo Jue looked at this scene, and also stuffed the spirit fruit in his hand to Qin Dang, and said: "Mine is also for you, save some food, there is still a way ahead to reach the peak." ”

After that, he also walked towards the peak, but looking at Mo Jue's clenched teeth, he knew that he was not easy at the moment.

Mo Jue looked at Fan Wenxuan in front of him, and a trace of disbelief rose in his eyes.

Sometimes, a teenager's desire to win is so strange...

Qin Dang held a bunch of spirit fruits in his hand, bit his lip, solemnly stuffed the spirit fruits into his arms, and walked up with the two of them.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky was already white, and a little starlight was hidden in the sky.

The three of them were still walking on the trail at this time, this winding path seemed to have no end, among the three, only Qin Dang was more relaxed because of eating the spirit fruit. Mo Jue and Fan Wenxuan were secretly competing, but the pressure around them was too great, it felt like walking in the water with shackles, and they were still carrying heavy objects, and they often needed to slow down for half a day with every step, which could be described as difficult.

"Brother Xuan, Mo Jue, eat a spirit fruit..."

Qin Dang was a little unbearable, opened his mouth to persuade, and handed two spirit fruits to the two of them in his hand, and the two of them glanced at Qin Dang in unison, ignoring him.

Qin Dang froze in place in embarrassment, then sighed, and followed behind the two of them in frustration and was silent.

Suddenly, Qin Dang saw that the end of the stairs was in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "It's here, Brother Xuan, Mo Jue, why is it almost there!"

Mo Jue looked up, and the seemingly endless staircase finally came to an end, and under the excitement, his steps were a little faster.

Moments later, the trio reached the summit.

As far as the eye can see, the summit is a huge platform, and the ground is so smooth that it looks like it has been cut by some kind of sharp blade.

In front of Mo Zhen, an old man in a white robe sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, as if an old monk had settled down. On top of the robe, embroidered with a blue cloud and a delicate small sword. All around, the people who had already arrived stood quietly, and the whole peak could be heard falling pins, but not one of them spoke. Mo Jue saw a familiar person in it: Qi Xiong.

Just as he was about to say something, perhaps knowing the three of them, the old man opened his eyes and said softly: "Old man Ye Zuyuan, who is the peak master of the Cloud Sword Sect, is responsible for you and other third level trials. Stand over there, silent. ”

When the three of them heard this, they could only stand aside according to what the old man said, and were relatively speechless.

At the foot of the Daoyuan Peak,

Huang Yun and Chen Sheng came slowly, and there were some people behind them, all of whom were people who surrounded Mo Jue and survived. However, the crowd was stopped in front of the path.

The person who came was wearing a green cloud robe, looking at the two of them indifferently, but it was a recipe that had a relationship with Mo Jue.

"You have nothing to do with the Tao, please go back..."

Fang Ce said indifferently, and actually persuaded everyone to go home. As soon as these words came out, everyone spoke one after another:

"Why..."

"That's it. Why...."

Fang Ce ignored everyone, sighed, and stretched out a spiritual aura. Rays of light lit up on the Dao Yuan Peak, and the scars hidden in the mountain were also revealed at this moment, hooking the aura between heaven and earth.

A barrier formed out of thin air in front of everyone, separating them from the Dao Edge Peak.

"It's dawn, please come back. ”

Inside the array, Fang Ce's voice came, and everyone looked up, the rising sun had already revealed a corner of the eastern sky, and the light emitted expelled the darkness.

Seeing this scene, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and even regretted it;

"You shouldn't have chased that inker..."

Huang Yun looked at this scene calmly, turned to Chen Sheng and said, "Let's go." ”

After that, he left with Chen Sheng.