The mountain spirit said that the bell rings every three hours, and if you don't rush to the fairy palace after the third bell ends, you will lose the immortal fate, and stay on this immortal road forever until the Donghuang Secret Realm is closed, and you will be thrown out directly.

That is to say, it has been less than six hours since Yunliu reached the peak and entered the Immortal Palace.

Yunliu tore his robe into strips of cloth and tied the trunk to his body, and ran forward with all his might.

The trunk of the tree was very heavy, and Yunliu was soon sweating profusely, and what made her most depressed was that every once in a while, she would feel that the trunk was sinking a little more.

Fortunately, her body was strong, and her speed did not decrease, and when she looked up, she was getting closer and closer to the cloud.

Three hours passed.

While......

When the second bell rings.

The clouds have rushed into the mist.

The mountain spirit behind her floated out and leaned on Yunliu's shoulder, she was even more illusory, her body was almost transparent, and she said weakly: "You let me go, there are only three hours left, and you can't catch up." ”

Yunliu looked back at her, ah, it was getting more and more illusory.

She gritted her teeth, glanced at the road in front of her, and walked up step by step. The road is getting steeper and steeper, the clouds are getting thicker and thicker, the cold in the fog is very heavy, Yunliu's spiritual robe has been wet by the fog, there is no spiritual power to support it, Yunliu's cold upper and lower teeth fight.

There was a sudden slip under his feet, and Yunliu fell on his heels. Pressed to the ground by the trunk of the tree, it was hard to hold it up, and the time was gradual, and Yunliu was a little impatient in his heart.

The mountain spirit stuck out his head and was about to speak.

"You, be quiet. Yunliu said coldly.

The mountain spirit retracted his head, it was so scary.

Yun Liu let out a long breath, thinking of climbing the ladder, thinking of himself lying on the steps tired, and yelling that he was going to stew the mermaid.

She couldn't help laughing, at that time, she didn't know what it meant to "can't do it".

She tapped the trunk of the tree with her hand, "Mountain Spirit, did you say that there are immortals in that fairy palace?"

The mountain spirit stuck out his head and said sullenly, "No. ”

Yunliu nodded and snorted coldly, "Count them smart, otherwise when I go up, I will dig a pit and bury them." ”

Ha?

The mountain spirit's eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. This man is tired and crazy.

Yunliu imagined this tree trunk as a black stream of gold, and he was just climbing the ladder again.

Yunque Peak, the faint phoenix chirping in the colorful spirit clouds, a fairy palace emerges, from the virtual to the real, the space at the entrance of the fairy palace is distorted, a man in a green robe appears, only to see his ethereal posture, three thousand ink hair on the shoulder, the face is like a crown of jade, the left eye is like a golden sunrise, the right eye is like a silver Xuanyue, the hand is on a green wooden staff, slowly comes, when the feet are raised, the auspicious clouds are swirling, the flowers and plants sprout when the feet are settled, and the body is full of vitality.

The man looked faintly into the distance, and the thin figure walked steadily on the mountain road with a heavy tree trunk on his back. The corners of his mouth showed a slight smile, and he was really the person chosen by the immortal master. The heart and strength are all excellent.

But when he saw the mountain spirit sticking out his head and making a grimace at him, the corner of the man's mouth twitched, coughed lightly, and walked away on crutches, his steps staggering a little. She, why is she here again.

When the third bell rang slowly, the gate of Asgard slowly opened, and those who climbed to the top were taken in.

The gate of the Asgard Palace did not pause, it slowly closed, just as it was about to close, a black tree trunk flew out of thin air, crashed into the fairy gate, bang, a terrible scream, the gate of the Asgard Palace was supported by the trunk, the embarrassed cloud flow went up to the peak, she staggered from under the trunk into the door.

The trunk of the tree was drained away, and the gate of Asgard slammed shut.

Yunliu leaned against the fairy gate, gasping for breath, the mountain spirit was suspended in front of her, looking like she couldn't cry or laugh, her slender jade fingers trembled and pointed at Yunliu and shouted: "You, you, how can you, can you ......", and couldn't say anything for a long time.

Yun Liu glanced at the mountain spirit with some grievances, and said angrily: "It seems that the rules of the Yunque Immortal Palace do not say that you can't use a tree trunk to open the immortal gate. Since you didn't throw me out, it means that it's okay to do so. ”

The mountain spirit felt that he had lived countless years and was defeated by the innocence of such a little girl, and he was very hurt.

After a short rest, there was a soft bang, and Yunliu's spiritual power was lifted.

The current location is the first layer of the Asgard Palace, and there are eighteen bubbles suspended in mid-air, each bubble has a pillar of light, and there is a golden token in the pillar of light.

An ethereal voice came into his mind, "Those who enter Asgard will be guests of Asgard, and those who hold tokens can participate in the Baohua Club." ”

BAUER?

No matter what, if it comes, it will be safe.

Yunliu grabbed the mountain spirit, stuffed her into the trunk of the tree, patted the trunk, and the trunk became smaller according to her mind, and finally became the size of a fist, and a little man with a thumb came out, jumped and jumped on the trunk, and yelled.

Yunliu rubbed his ears, he couldn't hear it, he couldn't hear it. The little one rolled his eyes and burrowed back into the trunk.

Yunliu collected the trunk of the tree, looked up at the bubbles floating in mid-air, one of them was the closest to her, she leaned over and grabbed the bubbles, "hehe", there was a child's laughter, and the bubbles immediately ran away.

Uh! does this bubble move?

This bubble seems to be provoking the clouds, it will go east and west, it will hit the other bubbles, and soon the eighteen bubbles are alive, hee-hee-ha, the ears are full of children's laughter, eighteen bubbles are flying all over the sky, and the naughty ones are dangling in front of the clouds, you reach out to grab it, it will run, you ignore it, it will come to tease you.

Even if the meteor magic step is taken to the extreme, it is still missed with bubbles. Three hours passed, and Yunliu didn't catch a single bubble. Tired out of breath.

She simply meditated cross-legged, there was a trace of fairy aura in this fairy palace, and the little cyclone in the dantian liked it very much, and she spontaneously absorbed it, and ate very happily.

Yunliu felt that he couldn't suppress it anymore, so he hurriedly ran the Great Yan Heavenly Immortal Technique, converting the absorbed immortal qi into spiritual power to quench his body, constantly widening his dantian, and refining his muscles, bones, skin, and flesh. Only then did he reluctantly suppress his cultivation in the Great Perfection realm.

Three big weeks, several small weeks passed, and Yunliu opened his eyes.

She summoned the Dark Bone Needle, nine needles in unison, nine starlight pierced the void and shot at the bubble, the bubble fled quickly, seven of the nine needles had missed, only the remaining two needles followed behind a bubble, under the guidance of Yunliu Soul Sense, the two needles lined up in a line, the last needle suddenly crashed into a needle forward, the previous needle had a bonus speed, a bang, the needle punctured the bubble, Yunliu jumped up and grabbed the token in the pillar of light, and disappeared in an instant.