Be all abroad. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Cheng Ziming frowned and glanced at the fat monk, turned around, and stepped on the chain.

Suddenly, a cold feeling came from the center of his feet, and Cheng Ziming only felt a burst of weakness, his feet were weak, and he almost fell. There's something strange about the chain.

"Haha. The fat monk gloated behind him and laughed: "The Iron Rope Flying, in fact, has another name, called the Mortal Flying Crossing, from the moment you step on the Iron Cable, you are no longer an immortal cultivator, but back to the basics, and become a mortal again." The prohibition on the iron rope will seal your exercises, so that you can no longer cast any spells, and even your body will no longer be light and agile, no different from ordinary mortals. ”

I see. For some reason, in Cheng Ziming's mind, the figure of the magic lantern maker suddenly appeared, the immortal cultivator who traveled through time and space, through countless planes, over the mountains, over the top of the ice-covered mountain, and finally found the flower that never withered.

Yes, if it never withers, the flower of faith, those who do not persevere, will not even be able to see it.

The maze of faith tests faith, not mana. Whether it is an immortal or a mortal, before this level, everyone is equal. Eliminating the immortal law and returning to mortals should have been so fair.

After figuring out all this, you can naturally change everywhere without being surprised. Cheng Ziming's heart was like stopping water, and he took another step and walked to the top of the iron rope.

"Huh?" the fat monk wondered in his heart: This inconspicuous junior was not frightened? I think that when I stepped on the chain for the first time, the feeling of suddenly losing my mana was as if I had suddenly had a serious illness, and it was as if I had turned back into a baby in swaddling clothes, which was too scary. Later, let alone touching the iron cable, I didn't even dare to think about it, and I had nightmares for more than ten days, and every time I dreamed of waking up, Xiuxian turned out to be just a dream, and I was just an ordinary mortal who didn't know anything.

The feeling was so terrible that it wasn't until I listened to the abbot's chanting for a month that I gradually recovered. And almost every immortal cultivator who lives in the temple in a vain attempt to comprehend the holy flower has a similar experience, and this inconspicuous junior should not be spared.

Hmph! This kid must just have a hard mouth, holding on and refusing to turn back. The fat monk secretly thought in his heart: In this future life, he simply doesn't know the height of the sky, since he is looking for death, it is no wonder that the deity is here to watch the excitement.

Thinking of this, the fat monk stood leisurely in front of the chain, quietly waiting for Cheng Ziming to fall on his head.

Cheng Ziming naturally didn't know that the fat monk had this kind of thought, in fact, he was now empty, not only did he not pay attention to the fat monk behind him, but he also didn't pay attention to the chains under his feet at all.

It is true that the taste of losing mana is not pleasant, and the feeling of turning back into a mortal is painful, but it is like a slight stinging pain, and if you don't pay attention to it, it won't have much effect.

He was confident enough that he could easily walk through the chains, and under the influence of this state of mind, the impact of losing mana became minimal.

It's like a tightrope walker, the more you look down, the more nervous you are, and the more you will climb on the tightrope and not be able to walk a single step. Only those who look straight ahead and walk on the wire as if it were flat can easily walk over the wire that is erected in the air.

Those who achieve great things must lift their weights lightly, and the more critical they are, the more their mentality determines everything.

One, two, three, five...... Cheng Ziming quickly walked to the center of the iron cable.

The fat monk was dumbfounded, he had to count his steps every time with trepidation, take one step and rest two steps, and concentrate all his energy on fighting discomfort and fear, so that he could barely walk ten steps on the chain. And this young friar, the first time he put on the chain, he easily walked halfway over.

No, it's unreasonable. The fat monk was envious, jealous and hateful in his heart, and he had mixed tastes. He stepped forward, stepped on the rope, and shook it with all his strength.

The wire didn't move.

Yes, once you step on the iron cable, your mana will be blocked. Without mana, he is no different from a mortal, how can he shake a long iron rope with just a body of fat?

The fat monk figured out the truth, and hurriedly took a step towards the iron rope again due to the discomfort of the opponent's loss of mana. In this way, the fat monk's entire body stepped on the iron rope, and his feet were empty, only seeing the clouds and mist under his feet, and not the lowest end of the abyss.

Looking at Cheng Ziming again, in the past few breaths, he has taken five or six steps forward.

"No, you can't be cheaper kid. The fat monk gritted his teeth, closed one eye, looked at his feet with the afterglow of the other eye, and took two more steps.

His highest record was only ten steps in a row on a chain, and in such a short period of time, four steps in a row was already beyond the limit.

The fat monk folded his hands and chanted the blessing of the Buddha. He steadied himself and, with all his strength, jumped twice on the rope.

Sure enough, the iron rope shook up and down under the trampling of the fat monk.

Cheng Ziming's steps were slow, but he didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

"What the hell?" the fat monk was angry, he clenched his fists, his arms crossed his chest, stepped on the chain hard, and shook desperately.

Seven steps, five steps, three steps, even on the shaking iron cable, Cheng Ziming still has a steady footstep, only three steps away, he can walk the iron cable and fly across the iron rope to the opposite cliff.

The fat monk was unwilling, he seized the last opportunity, took a step forward, and stepped heavily on the iron cable.

The force of this step was very strong, and the iron rope suddenly shook sharply under the slamming of the step. Then, like a dragon and a snake, the iron rope flickered and swayed.

"Oops. The fat monk's eyes flickered, and he only felt that the iron rope under his feet was up and down, and his body lost his balance, and he suddenly tilted and fell.

At the same time, Cheng Ziming stepped on the cliff on the opposite bank, he turned his head, faced the whistling gust of wind, and looked at the way he came. I saw that the wrist-thick iron rope was still swaying, and the clouds and mist were shrouded under it, and there was no one on the opposite side.

I think the fat monk is boring to himself, and he has already gone back. Cheng Ziming thought silently: There is no difficulty in flying across the iron cable, how can this fat monk bluff.

Cheng Ziming turned around and continued to walk forward.

The area of the back cliff is not large, and in just a moment of incense, he walked to the final end of the mountain road.

In a sea of clouds, he saw flowers that would never wither.

It was a blue lotus flower, quietly blooming among the white clouds, like a full moon hanging in the sky, although the full moon was small, but the moonlight sprinkled all over the world.

The holy blue, as if far away in the sky, but within reach, is just like a pool of blue lake, reflecting the blue sky in the water, is the flower, is the water, is the lake, is the blue sky, is the world, is the belief that will never go away in the heart.

The first time he saw the flower that never withered, just this glance, Cheng Ziming knew that this was the biggest opportunity given to him by the witch. This power of belief is the power that immortal cultivators crave the most, and it is also the way he has been pursuing, which belongs to him.