Su Chen burst out with the strength of his whole body, rushed through the five hundred bluestone steps in one go, and arrived at the large piece of spiritual mist halfway up the mountainside, worried that there was something famous in this spiritual mist, so he stopped cautiously and sat with Wu Qiao for half an hour.

He quickly saw that dozens of mid-stage foundation building cultivators quickly broke into the spiritual mist area, but he did not hear any unusual movement coming from the spiritual mist.

I couldn't help but feel at ease, thinking that even if there was any formation in this spiritual mist, it should not be a dangerous killing array, at most it would be a psychedelic formation.

"Let's go, go in and find out who can get through this spiritual mist first. ”

Su Chen quickly regained his strength, and as he spoke, he jumped onto a ten-zhang stone step in the spiritual mist in front of him.

"Okay! The first few hundred steps have just warmed up. Wait for me to pass this spiritual fog and wait for you in front. ”

Wu Qiao laughed arrogantly and carried a golden axe into the spiritual mist area in front.

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into a white spiritual mist halfway up the mountain, and each headed to the top of the mountain.

...

At the moment of entering the spiritual mist area, Su Chen found that all the sounds and movements around him had disappeared, and only a white vast spiritual mist in his field of vision enveloped the person, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

Su Chen was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly used his powerful divine thoughts to probe the surrounding movements. However, it had no effect, and the divine thoughts were completely useless here, and they couldn't even detect the movement in the surrounding area.

He feared that there was something wrong with the mist, and he held his breath.

There was silence all around, too, and no other monks were heard.

The vision and mind failed, and the voice could not be transmitted, as if he was walking alone in the clouds and mist.

"In this cloud and mist area, there is indeed a formation. ”

Su Chen groped a little, but did not feel the aura of danger.

This is not a killing array, it seems to be a phantom array.

Occasionally, in the distance of the spiritual mist, you can see all kinds of strange things being transformed, a beautiful tower Ling Pavilion, extremely rare birds and beasts, and even ethereal fairies singing and dancing in the clouds, at first glance, ethereal and illusory, unpredictable, amazing.

Weak-willed monks can easily be distracted by all kinds of illusionary objects and get lost.

Su Chen simply gave up the exploration of his vision and divine thoughts, and didn't care about those illusion monsters, just walked towards the stone steps in front of him.

This cloud and mist area was already located on top of the five hundred stone steps, and Su Chen clearly felt that his body from the waist down had become very heavy, and there were 50,000 catties of heavy lead hanging on his lower body, as if he was in a deep quagmire.

For a fifth-layer monk in the foundation building period, 50,000 jin was close to the limit of his strength.

"You can't rely on physical strength alone, you have to use mana to resist this pressure. ”

Su Chen gritted his teeth, he knew that starting from here would be his real challenge.

It took him all the strength of his body to lift his feet and take a step, which was undoubtedly a great drain on his physical strength. After just climbing a few large stone steps, he began to gasp, and his physical exertion was intense.

Su Chen had to take a breath and immediately inhaled some spiritual mist.

Su Chen was surprised to find that the spiritual mist halfway up these sacred mountains was actually very miraculous. It is not a simple spiritual mist aura, exuding an extremely rich aroma of anther wine.

"This is a thousand flowers wine mist?"

Su Chen thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but be moved in his heart.

In this huge sacred mountain, the thousands of years of spiritual herbs planted all over the mountain, and the bursts of flower-burning medicinal fragrance emitted from the mountains and herbs drifted into the large spiritual mist halfway up the mountainside.

The spiritual mist of the sacred mountain is shrouded by a curtain of light, and the wind does not blow until the eternal.

Countless spiritual herbs and flowers and spiritual mist naturally condensed together, lingering halfway up the mountain. Over time, this spiritual mist is like a thousand years of brewed Wanhua aged wine mist, condensed but not dispersed, fragrant and intoxicating, forming a wine mist belt several miles wide and hundreds of miles long.

This Ten Thousand Flowers Wine Mist is an anther wine mist mixed with countless precious thousands of years of spiritual herb pollen and this spiritual mist, which is naturally non-toxic. On the contrary, it is very beneficial to the foundation building realm immortal cultivators, if they can breathe for a long time, and even use it for cultivation, it is comparable to the effect of taking a second-order elixir.

Su Chen couldn't help but take a small sip of the Myriad Flowers Brewing Mist, like a sip of thousand-year-old spirit wine, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body, and this wine mist could even recover the mana that was consumed quickly.

The benefits of Wanhua Wine Mist to the cultivation of monks are comparable to high-level elixirs, which are extremely attractive.

Su Chen just took a sip, and he felt a little drunk.

Su Chen stepped forward, feeling a slight lightness on his body. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and was about to get up, walking faster and faster, wanting to climb to the top of the sacred mountain.

Wrong!

Su Chen suddenly woke up from his intoxication, and his heart sank.

"How can this stone staircase road to the top of the sacred mountain become easier and easier?!"

He knew that something was wrong and immediately stopped, and then took a pill of awakening pills, sobering himself up from the intoxication of the ten thousand flowers and wine mist, and his consciousness maintained a high degree of calmness.

Su Chen turned around and went in the other direction, and found that the pressure on his body began to increase a lot.

This time it should be the right way.

This Myriad Flowers Wine Mist has a strong intoxicating effect, and if you take a few more sips, you will get drunk, and coupled with the misdirection of the Phantom Array in the spiritual mist, it is easy to go in the wrong direction.

You can't stay in this Spiritual Mist Zone!

Otherwise, if you smoke too much Wanhua wine mist, you will make a mistake.

Su Chen became alert and mobilized his mana to resist the heavy pressure. He stuffed a great spirit peach into his mouth, and as soon as the mana in his body turned, the heavy pressure on his body suddenly lightened, and he immediately quickened his pace.

It's just that the amount of mana consumed in this way is very amazing.

You have to keep taking a lot of expensive spiritual objects that replenish mana to keep going. Once the mana is depleted, it is difficult to move an inch.

...

The lower half of Mount Kinabalu.

Many foundation-building monks are climbing the sacred mountain with difficulty.

Lu Wei barely stepped on the more than 300 stone steps of the Divine Mountain, and then he was under heavy pressure, exhausted his physical strength and mana, and could no longer move forward. He looked up at the ethereal summit of the sacred mountain and sighed.

Most of his 200-year-old lifespan during the foundation building period has been consumed, and there are only thirty or forty years left to live, even if he cultivates hard, I am afraid that the third layer of the foundation building period will end in this life. It was simply impossible to get a referral from Elder Jindan.

With a fluke heart, come to this sacred mountain to try your luck. However, even the Spirit Mist Area halfway up the mountain can't reach it, let alone stick to the top of the mountain.

If you want to climb to the top of Mount Kinabalu, it's just an extravagant hope.

Even if he barely climbed up, he would walk dozens of stone steps at most, wasting spirit stones in vain to replenish the lost mana. Even, the mana replenished by the spirit stone is not as fast as the consumption of it. Better spiritual food is needed to quickly replenish mana.

Master Wang Qiu and the three alchemists of the Foundation Realm walked together, encouraging each other in order to persist in going further. However, he still only walked more than 400 steps, and he couldn't go any further.

Each step of the stone staircase takes up to an hour. I'm afraid that if you walk another hundred stone steps, the speed of climbing will be calculated in days. In just two months, it was not enough for them to climb 600 stone steps. Moreover, the amount of material consumed is extremely staggering.

The road ahead of Mount Kinabalu is slim and difficult to climb.

They counted the materials they were carrying to replenish their mana, and they couldn't help but hang their heads.

"That's it, after all, this sacred mountain is not something that ordinary people like me can climb!"

Wang Qiu looked at Su Chen's distant back and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ji Yuanzheng, Zhuang Bai and a group of monks in the middle stage of foundation building had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, approaching a large area of spiritual fog.

In order to save as much stamina and mana as possible, they don't travel fast.

Further up, it gradually becomes difficult, and it often takes an hour or two to go up a stone staircase.

There were some mid-foundation monks after entering the Spirit Mist Zone.

They unknowingly inhaled some kaleido-sump mist. As I walked, I found that I was getting more and more relaxed, and I actually walked dozens of fast stone steps in one breath, and I was overjoyed, but I suddenly woke up and found that I was walking down the mountain, wasting a lot of mana in vain. couldn't help but be extremely annoyed, and quickly turned around and continued to climb towards Mount Kinabalu.

This spiritual mist area halfway up the mountain almost blocked most of the more than 200 foundation building monks. In the end, there were only a few dozen monks who were able to pass through the Spirit Mist Zone.

Actually, if you don't want to climb to the top of Mount Kinabalu. The monks in the middle stage of foundation building stayed in this Wanhua Wine Mist area halfway up the Sacred Mountain, standing still, absorbing the Wanhua Wine Mist to cultivate, which was equivalent to constantly taking high-level elixirs.

Cultivating here for two months is also a great gain, and it is even expected to break through the cultivation of a small realm.

...

Su Chen was in the mist of thousands of flowers and wine, and it became more and more difficult to walk.

After crossing half of the way, it takes almost half an hour to climb a stone staircase, and the mana is exhausted. He had to stop to rest and eat a big spirit peach to quickly recover his physical strength and mana.

Su Chen pondered, this Ten Thousand Flowers Wine Mist is very good for cultivation. Simply took out a spirit gourd, inhaled a large amount of Myriad Flowers Spirit Mist into it, condensed it into a thick spirit liquor liquid, filled it with a large mouthful of gourd, and used it for cultivation in the future.

Exactly ten days later.

Su Chen walked a stone step forward, and finally stepped out of the cloud area. The sun was shining ahead, the sky was clear in the field of vision, and there were no more clouds and fog to block it.

He was trembling all over.

The terrifying power of 70,000 catties pressed on him.

This suffocating pressure had spread through his chest, pressing on every part of his arms, torso, and lower body, and his heart cavity was pounding, and he was almost unable to stand upright.

This pressure greatly exceeded the limit of his explosive power, and even if he mobilized the mana of his whole body to resist, he could only barely move forward inch by inch.

He didn't even want to move a finger.

Su Chen couldn't help but raise his head and look around. After passing through the cloud area, this is already the upper half of Mount Kinabalu. There are only 300 stone steps left to reach the summit.

Ahead, on a winding and rugged stone step, there were only more than a dozen figures of mid-to-late stage monks who were struggling to climb up.

Their speed was getting slower and slower, and it would take hours to walk up even one stone staircase.

Fortunately, there are still two months left for them to climb slowly. It takes great strength and perseverance to make it to the last hundred stone steps.

The sky is scorching.

The sun was so hot that it was so hot that it made people dry.

Wu Qiao had already passed through the Spirit Mist Area a few hours ago.

He sat cross-legged outside, waiting for Su Chen to come out. Although the climb was already a little difficult, he believed that Su Chen's strength would definitely be able to pass through this spiritual mist area.

"Brother Su, can you still climb up?"

Wu Qiao said with some worry.

"It's okay, barely holding on. There are still 300 stone steps left, and it seems that it is not ordinary difficult to climb them. Brother Wu, why don't you throw away the axe and reduce the weight a little?"

Su Chen smiled bitterly.

He was a little surprised to see that Wu Qiao was still carrying the heavy axe.

"Throw it away, how can I cut the spirit wood? I also want to see how hard the divine tree on the top of the sacred mountain is! Brother Su, you can rest for a while. I've taken a good break for a while, so let's go first. ”

Wu Qiao grinned, not caring about the burden of the golden axe. Even if you can't climb the mountain, you don't care too much. But if he loses the golden axe, it will never work.

Su Chen nodded, and he was not in a hurry to climb.

He didn't even want to move his fingers, the pressure of more than 70,000 catties of huge force consumed a huge amount of physical strength and mana. Now, every time you walk a stone step, you have to rest for a long time, and eat expensive big spirit peaches at any cost to recover some mana a little.

Wu Qiao rested for several hours, regained his strength, and stood up suddenly.

He let out a low roar, his muscles and muscles burst out, emitting a burst of indifferent golden light, singing the song of the woodcutter, and striding forward.

Rumble!

Rumble!

After rushing through five stone steps ten zhang high in one breath, Wu Qiaocai strode to the ground, his face turned red, and he meditated cross-legged on the spot again.

Wu Qiao's bloodline explosiveness was obviously extremely terrifying, and even if he reached the seven hundred stone steps, he could still continue to climb rapidly. But it was also very physically demanding, and I had to meditate for an hour and eat some spiritual food to recover. He has a lot of savings, and in order to climb the sacred mountain, he has also prepared a large number of spiritual objects to replenish mana.

Su Chen looked at Wu Qiao's explosive power and couldn't help but be shocked.

Although his cultivation is higher, this innate bloodline explosiveness cannot be compared to Wu Qiao at all.

He kept his pace, climbing a stone staircase in an hour, slowly but surely ascending. However, with each ascent of the stone steps, the stone steps cost become a little longer.

Ahead, there were several sixth-layer monks in the foundation building period, who had already climbed to the seven-hundredth stone steps, but when they turned around, they saw that Wu Qiao, a fourth-layer monk in the foundation building period, had slowly caught up with them, and the difference was only dozens of stone steps, and they couldn't help but be deeply shocked.

Su Chen fell a little behind, and he was silently counting the stone steps. He has a blood spirit bead, which can cast the killer weapon of blood burning, which can explode, double or even several times his strength in an instant.

But the duration is very short, the strongest only lasts for ten moments, you have to climb as many stone steps as possible, and strive to climb to 700 stone steps before using it.

If that wasn't enough, he even refined a few second-order top-grade "Divine Power Pills", and when he took them, he could double his divine power in a short period of time. However, this substance has serious sequelae, and it cannot be taken lightly unless it is a last resort.

The four seventh-floor monks of the foundation building stage had already climbed nine hundred stone steps one after another, and they were still short of the last hundred, but their speed had stagnated. Even these late-stage foundation building monks had reached their limit, and it would take them up to several hours to climb a stone staircase.

Su Chen struggled for a full month, and finally stepped on the seven-hundredth stone steps.

He looked up and saw that Wu Qiao had reached an astonishing nine hundred and ninety stone steps, greatly surpassing the four seventh-layer foundation building monks.

For the rest of the foundation building monks, the highest is only nine hundred and fifty ranks.

At this time, the monks had climbed the sacred mountain for more than a month and a half, and there was not much left before the two-month deadline.

"Bloodburning!"

Su Chen took a deep breath, and the blood spirit bead in his abdomen instantly ignited, and the surging blood-colored flames enveloped his body. The surging vitality erupted and poured out from the body.

For!

Su Chen stomped under his feet, and his figure rose from the ground, bursting out thirty feet. In just ten moments, he rushed out of three hundred zhang.

Winding up the stone steps, before the monks of the sixth or seventh floor of the foundation building along the way could react, they were shocked to see a blood-colored flame rushing by, surpassing them in a few blinks of an eye, and heading straight for the top of the mountain.

At the moment when the qi and blood in the blood spirit bead burned out.

Su Chen was sweating profusely, his body was weak and trembling, and he flew down to the top of the sacred mountain, half-kneeling on the ground.