At present, the distance of ten zhang is no different from ascending to the sky.

Chang Xi gradually adapted to this huge force, and only took a small step forward, and a huge force that was several points stronger than before suddenly came. Maintaining a posture of taking one step at a time, Chang Xi suddenly realized. I am afraid that in this ten-zhang distance to the second layer, with every step forward, the trialist will have to endure more powerful oppression.

Chang Xi snorted coldly, no longer holding back.

A roar sounded in his strong chest, and a sea of blood boiled up. At this time, if Mo Lao was here, he would be able to find that the scale of the blood sea in Chang Xizhong's dantian was a little stronger than a month ago. The dark golden blood flowing emanated a solemn majesty that was not much more solemn than the golden array hanging above his head. As the boiling dark gold blood flowed through the limbs and hundreds of corpses, intertwined with the light blue spiritual power in the cyclone, the powerful power exploded in the depths of the body.

Chang Xi only felt that the huge force pressing on his whole body was violently light, and a fluttering unreality emerged in his body. The footsteps that stopped were taken again and again, and he actually walked out of the distance of five zhang directly with the great force of Haoran.

Hearing a series of dull footsteps, Wen Yu raised his head with difficulty, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw Chang Xi's figure moving forward bravely. But soon I saw Chang Xi being nailed like a nail, about five zhang away from the golden arch, and no longer advancing.

Chang Xi knows that he is suffering.

As Chang Xi expected, although the huge force between each step under the Golden Light Array was indeed increasing, the strong horizontal force brought by the boiling sea of blood was enough to offset it. However, to Chang Xi's expectations, the next five zhangs.

It's like Mount Tai pressing on the top.

The pores of Chang Xi's whole body evaporated a large amount of heat due to the high-speed flow of blood, and a layer of steaming white vapor surrounded the whole person. The originally straight waist fell down again, and the steps raised became as if moving. But Chang Xi's eyes became brighter and brighter, and although the speed of movement under his feet was slow, he was indeed getting closer to the golden arch little by little.

"That's right, although the pressure of this golden array is getting heavier and heavier, the increase is getting smaller and smaller, so that it is still within the limit of bearability. Every step is to cross one's own limits, and every step is a tempering of the body. This is not just a trial, but also a cultivation and cultivation! If you want to get as much as you want from here, you have to endure as much as you want here!"

No one could see that at this time, Chang Xi's eyes had turned into dark golden pupils. His unwavering steps moved forward little by little, and the bruised tendons could be seen everywhere on his neck and forehead, as terrifying as earthworms tumbling and digging in the soil. The roar of the sea of blood in his chest like a war drum resounded throughout the pavilion, and the heavy breathing like a bellows in his mouth was orderly, and a mouthful of dark golden turbidity was exhaled for a long time.

When Wen Yu and the others saw Chang Xi looking so desperate, they all shouted loudly, and they actually stood up slightly and took a step forward. Even the delicate Xin Tong blushed and refused to give up.

Hearing the sound behind him, Chang Xi didn't have to look back to know what was going on, and he felt relieved in his heart.

When Chang Xi's trembling hand finally touched the golden arch, he didn't know how long it had been. The terrifying coercion that covered the top also disappeared, and the golden array above his head seemed to be no longer as dazzling as before. There is a deep exhaustion in the body, and the depths of the body seem to be cheering after this tempering, and the inadvertent stretching of the limbs can feel that the more condensed and stronger strength than before is slowly awakened in the body, and after it is completely absorbed and digested, the strength will be able to go to the next level.

Chang Xi turned his head, but found that Wen Yu and the three of them were still slowly moving forward under great force. It turned out that the trial of the first layer of this Kui Xing Pavilion was not a person who attained the Dao Chicken Dog ascending to heaven, so according to his own conjecture, it should be that the strength that everyone bears is different, and it should be the limit of what he can bear.

Just as Chang Xi thought of this, the golden arch behind him burst out with an astonishing suction. Caught off guard, Chang Xi was suddenly sucked into the arch like food and disappeared. The golden array that hung above the heads of the three of them emitted a dazzling light dimmed in an instant, and the pervasive terrifying coercion was dispersed, and the entire space was once again plunged into darkness.

There was no end in sight to the wooden ladder that swirled up, and when I looked up at the top with the handrail, it was dark.

Seeing this scene, Chang Xi couldn't help but think of what Wen Yu had mentioned before about the indistinguishability between truth and falsehood in the Kuixing Pavilion. At the moment, I am afraid that this is indeed the case.

There was no light source around the wooden ladder, but it wasn't so dark that it couldn't see clearly. Chang Xi can see things within three feet of him, but if he is farther away, he can't really see it, and he needs to walk in to see it clearly.

The "babbling" sound of the load-bearing wooden planks echoes in this quiet and dark space, which is particularly harsh. Strangely, the position of the "babbling" sound of the wooden planks that constantly sounded did not seem to have changed, and it was always sounded in the same place.

Chang Xi walked along the winding wooden ladder for a long time. It was like a quarter of an hour, and an hour had passed, and the change and passage of time seemed to have become incomprehensible to common sense. The body, which was originally exhausted in the first layer, actually recovered as it slowly climbed the stairs, and even became stronger under the grinding of such a huge force. Chang Xi, who was full of doubts, simply left a lot of confusion behind, and just took a step forward under his feet.

Instead of pondering what you can't figure out, you should do your best to do what you can now.

Finally, Chang Xi, who had been concentrating on his feet, stopped, raised his head to look ahead, and his eyes swelled with joy.

In front of him was a bronze gate covered in rust.

Chang Xi put his hands on the bronze gate, and it was cold. The bronze gate boy carefully touched it and did not find such as the machine bracket switch or the keyhole slot, and at the moment it was the dantian cyclone and the sea of blood in the chest together, and the arms were nearly five hundred catties of power, and the heavy bronze giant door was opened a gap.

When the bronze gate was fully opened, Chang Xi was greeted by a small and somewhat shabby stone room. There is also a similar bronze gate on the opposite side of the stone chamber, and a burning torch stuck in the wall illuminates a petite and delicate figure in the stone chamber very clearly.

Chang Xi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that delicate figure, isn't this Xin Tong?

Xin Tong was startled when he heard the sudden sound of the bronze door opening behind him, turned around and shivered with his back against the wall. It wasn't until he saw that it was Chang Xi who came, and his crying face was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and he lifted the skirt and threw himself into the arms of Chang Xi, who was full of astonishment.

Chang Xi wanted to push Xin Tong away, but found that the hand pressed on Xin Tong's lotus arm was reluctant to break free. The milky cloud veil that clings to the delicate body can't hide the warmth transmitted in the palm, and the round and straight chest sticks to Chang Xi's strong chest. The pretty woman's face is crimson, and the fragrance of virginity that fills the room is seductive, and she can't suppress the gradually heavy snort.

"Xin Tong, have you passed the first level?, what about Wen Yu and the others?" Chang Xi bit the tip of his tongue violently, a faint bloody breath echoed in his mouth, and finally pulled back his mind that was almost out of his body with the help of pain, and inadvertently spread the tender white lotus arm that Xin Tong hugged around his waist and asked.

"Brother Wen Yu and Brother Zhang Yuan both insisted on walking to the golden arch after you and walked up the whirlpool wooden ladder. It took me a lot of time to barely get there, and as soon as I stepped into the archway, I was in this stone room, and I was locked up for nearly an hour or so! Brother Chang Xi, don't you care about other people?"

Xin Tong noticed the untraceable movements of Chang Xi's hands, and the originally happy expression on his face suddenly became aggrieved, tears rolled down his beautiful eyes, and his hands were wiped on his face in embarrassment. If this scene was seen by other male disciples, maybe half of their hearts would be broken.

Putting aside the identity of a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, in the final analysis, Xin Tong is just a sixteen-year-old young girl, who has already reached the age of the beginning of love. From Xin Tong's previous inadvertent moves and attitudes, it can be seen that Chang Xi has gradually developed feelings in her heart.

Chang Xi is not ignorant of the relationship between men and women. But at this moment, his mind was never clearer. Some of the promises he had made, some of the blood feuds that he couldn't forget, and the night that he would never forget in his life, were all deeply engraved on the two tombstones on the cliff outside Huizhou, and every stroke was a heart-wrenching remorse!

Suppressing the tumbling and restless emotions in his heart, Chang Xi walked to Xin Tong's side, reached out and gently touched Xin Tong's head as before, and squatted down. Xin Tong, who was crying like a cat, couldn't help but stop, looked at Chang Xi squatting in front of him, twitched his delicate nose, and his beautiful eyes were full of curiosity and doubt.

"There are things I keep in my heart and can't say them. The more things you carry, the less courage you have. I can't afford to lose my loved ones anymore, and I really don't want to go through that anymore. On the path of cultivating immortals, I, Chang Xi, am now just an ant in the Qi Refining Realm, and I am not qualified to be able to protect the people around me. Especially those who trust me or... People who like me. When I'm strong enough, when I can unload what I've been carrying, when I'm qualified to be able to protect everything around me, can I like Brother Chang Xi again?"

Chang Xi raised his head, smiled and stretched out his little thumb to Xin Tong.

Xin Tong was stunned for a moment, his face broke into a smile, and he also stretched out his green little thumb to hook and shake and whispered: "Hang yourself on the hook, you must not change for a hundred years!"

As soon as Xin Tong's words fell, the bronze gate on the other side slowly opened with a vibration, and inside was a whirling wooden staircase leading to the third floor.

"Brother Chang Xi, you go up first. I'm going to have to take another break, so I don't have to worry about it. Seeing the bronze door open, Xin Tong let go of the hooked little thumb and gave Chang Xi a cheering thumbs.

"Is it the state of mind that breaks through this second level?" Chang Xi said in his heart. "Then I'll go up to the third floor first, I'll wait for you on it, come on!" Chang Xi, who already had a guess in his heart, was not hypocritical, waved his hand at Xin Tong, and stepped on the wooden ladder leading to the third floor.

As Chang Xi climbed the stairs, the bronze gate began to slowly close. Xin Tong, whose face was still covered with tears, stood in the shadow of the firelight, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Just as the bronze gate was about to close, a cloudy wind blew through the torches from nowhere. Under the flickering firelight, the original smile in Xin Tong's eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a coldness without a trace of emotion, and a faint golden light could be vaguely seen in the depths of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up a meaningful arc.

As the bronze gate slammed shut, the flickering firelight was abruptly extinguished, and Xin Tong's figure also disappeared, and the stone room fell into a deathly silence again.