The sharp blade penetrated the flesh and skin, and the sharp knife qi cut the wound, this pain was so intense that it went straight to the depths of the soul, it almost made people want to scream and cry loudly immediately, and what made people even more desperate was that it was not that the blade took the initiative to pierce him, but because there was no place to climb, so he had to take the initiative to hang his body on those sharp blades in order to continue to climb the knife mountain in front of him.

What could be more cruel than that?

Li Qingchen gritted his teeth, endured the pain, turned his head, and just wanted to open his mouth to let the little girl wait here with peace of mind, so that he could try it first, but Leng Buding saw that the little girl had already climbed the knife mountain and was in a higher position than him.

The whole process was almost silent, except for a slight blade that penetrated the small body, and then pulled her body out of it, and then continued to climb the small sound, the blood flowed continuously, but the little girl did not say a word, silently climbed up.

Seeing this, Li Qingchen couldn't help but sigh secretly, they are all hard-working people in the world!

Those who can endure this must have suffered thousands of sufferings and tortures, and only in this way can they slowly get used to it, and finally accept it easily, and even not be moved by it at all.

Mo Yan has a high status of martial artists in the world, just ask how many ruthless parents in this world will be willing to let their children suffer from that inhuman suffering, no wonder readers often say that everything is inferior, only reading is high, it is really in comparison, reading and studying is the easiest way to get ahead in the world, on the other hand, the martial arts practice, the vast majority, in fact, have fallen on the first level of the refining body, not to mention the martial arts fight, life and death at every turn, where is there any point to stop the rules, lick the blood at the knife, don't put the head on the belt of the trousers, this is the most real life of the martial arts.

However, the move of the three girls immediately brought Li Qingchen endless fighting spirit.

How can you lose to a little girl?

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he firmly grasped the sharp knife above his head, and with a little effort, the sharp knife that sharpened iron like clay had already cut through the palm of his hand, and was directly stuck in the center of the palm bone before it could be stopped, and he himself had already used this force to jump up half a foot high.

Before he had time to be happy for too long, Li Qingchen subconsciously looked down, and saw that the flesh and skin on his body were turned over, and the bloody terrible wounds were all caused by the jump just now, and his entire chest seemed to be peared by a hob.

Heartache.

Li Qingchen slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and comforted himself, fortunately, he is a ghost now, and this skin must not be real, so there is no need to worry, otherwise I am afraid that I will bleed to death.

Although he comforted himself in this way, this kind of Ling Chi suffering of letting hundreds of sharp knives scrape the flesh on his body is stimulating and torturing people's will all the time, if it is just a stab and then pulled out, even an untrained ordinary person can withstand this pain, but once this process is repeated a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times, even a warrior with a strong will as steel will definitely not be able to endure this extreme torture.

Of course, what is really scary is actually the fear that cannot be seen at a glance.

Seeing the end of things, no matter how bitter they are, will not be too difficult, only the things that can't see the end and don't know when they will end are a huge burden on people's hearts, which is undoubtedly another mountain, heavily pressed on his heart, one inside and one outside, and jointly destroying people's will.

Fortunately, Li Qingchen had the foresight, and just silently climbed the majestic knife mountain in front of him, but he didn't look up at all to see how long he would have to reach the top of the mountain, because after seeing it, maybe even the breath he had just mentioned would be somewhat discharged.

There are many things that can only be gritted and persistent.

was forbidden by the mysterious power on this sword mountain, and temporarily lost all skills, and now they are actually two ordinary people, and the rest is only an indomitable perseverance.

What words cannot defeat, neither can suffering!

Grabbing the sharp blade above with one hand, stepping on it with the sole of his foot, and climbing up all the time, both of them were moving extremely fast, because if they stopped, it would only be more painful.

Along the way, the crimson blood that flowed from the wounds on the two of them had already stained two blood paths behind them, and they were like two monsters who didn't know how much pain they knew, but only from their slightly trembling bodies could they roughly understand how much pain they were enduring in the endure.

In fact, Li Qingchen has long been accustomed to pain, because the power of Nirvana can only recover the injury, but it can't make the pain disappear, with his lifeless style of play, every time he suffers, he will only suffer more than his opponent, especially in the Chang'an arsenal before, Yuan Lao re-tempered his body by that extreme means, and it can be called a rebirth, and now the pain is just a reenactment of the scene at that time, so for the time being, he can still hold on, as for the third girl, even more so, a helpless little girl, but can become one of the top killers in the Central Plains, the place she has walked must be not much worse than this human purgatory。

Nothing to say all the way.

Mountaineering is an extremely boring task, especially climbing this sword mountain with no scenery to speak of, and the only thing the two of them can do is to keep forcing themselves to repeat the painful process.

I don't know how long time has passed, an hour, or two hours, or a year, or ten years, Li Qingchen himself doesn't know, because he can't be distracted to calculate the time at all, his eyes have begun to be in a trance, and the movements of his hands are becoming slower and slower, so his body and spirit are already on the verge of collapse, he is not a god after all, and he can no longer walk as fast as he did at the beginning.

The blood has been drained, and after millions of times of the same thing, all that remains is numbness, his flesh has long been riddled with holes, completely unhuman, and the clothes on his body have completely disappeared, becoming pieces of scattered rags, and there is not much flesh left on his body, and many places have revealed the scarred white bones, especially the hands and feet, almost only the skeleton is trying to support.

If you ask him himself, I'm afraid that he can't even answer himself, how did he climb to the present.

Now he, like the three girls, has only one thought left in his heart, that is, to continue to climb up, no matter how long it takes, he must climb this mountain!

On this huge mountain of knives, two small dots inferior to ants walked endlessly through the dense jungle of blades, moving slowly but surely upward, and with each step, there was bound to leave something, blood, flesh, or mottled thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a hoarse birdsong from the side, and then I saw a black cloud floating quickly from nowhere, and soon they approached the two of them, and when they looked closer, they found that it was a cloud made entirely of crows!

Thousands of crows, who seemed to be extremely hungry, pounced on them the moment they saw them, piling them up layer upon layer, pecking with their beaks and tearing them with their claws, doing everything they could to take away what little flesh and blood they had left.

It was a terrible sound that made people feel soft to hear.

However, the two of them, as the parties concerned, didn't even look at those damn crows, as if they didn't exist at all, they just stubbornly dragged the crows on their bodies, and continued to climb to the top of the peak, even if the flesh and blood on their bodies were eaten, even if there was only a skeleton left, they still had to climb to the end with the determination to climb over the mountains and mountains.

When they finally abandon all other thoughts, and only that one obsession is the dominant one in their hearts, any other external objects have nothing to do with them.

After a while, the flock of crows finally dispersed, and on the top of the knife mountain, only two white bones were left that were almost integrated with the bright sharp knives around them, and even the eyeballs in their eye sockets were removed, leaving only an empty black hole, but they did not die, but still stubbornly climbed forward.

However, the God of this place did not seem to be willing to let them go, and the next moment, a gray thundercloud suddenly approached, and the infinite thunder fell, mercilessly smashing on their bodies, as if the heavens were angry and wanted to destroy them even the bones!

"Click!"

The thunder fell, and Huanghuang Shenwei directly smashed the bones of his entire right arm, because he suddenly broke a hand, and now Li Qingchen, who was already a skeleton, shook his body, and almost didn't fall, he raised his head, and looked at the top of his head blankly with empty eyes, but saw a majestic golden-armored god standing on it, holding a big mace, pointing downward, as if with a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and scolded in a deep voice: "Bold! Why don't you look back!"

As soon as the words came out, the infinite ghosts suddenly appeared, surrounding the two of them, and kept making bursts of soul-deep sounds, trying to shake the will of the two.

"Turn back, don't annoy your adults!"

"Turn back quickly, don't end up with broken bones, you can't even die!"

"Turn back, you can have a good baby in the next life, and you will have no worries about food and clothing!"

"Turn back, don't suffer from this endless suffering, you're tired!"

"Turn back, turn back!"

"Turn back!"

Li Qingchen's jaws closed one by one, as if he was saying something, but he was just a skeleton, and he couldn't make any sound, and in the end, he actually exerted his last strength, pounced on it, and hugged the leg of the golden-armored god.

Beside him, there was also a white bone skeleton that didn't even know where the lower half of his body had fallen, and his chest was blackened by thunder, and he pounced on it, hugging the big hand that the golden armor god man was about to fight, and the two skeletons opened their mouths at the same time, and without thinking about it, they bit towards the body of the golden armor god.