Throughout the ages, I don't know how many strong people want to reach the top to get treasures, but they all die on the way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and like Zhou Qingxuan, who is arrogant, doesn't even have the qualifications to climb this stone platform, he is confused...... Chen Yue hesitated for a moment, sat down on the spot, and took out the "Yin Yuan Bead" with a flip of his hand.

A chill lifted, and he trembled both physically and mentally. A stream of pure soul energy could be directly poured into his divine soul, causing his soul bead to grow rapidly......

There was no sun or moon in the cave, and Chen Yue didn't move since he sat down. In the sea of gods, the soul beads thrived, and instead of a trace of impurities, they became more and more crystal clear.

The "Yin Yuan Bead" gradually shrank, and finally collapsed with a "bang", turning into a cloud of white mist.

Chen Yue opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowed the cold qi in one gulp, his eyes opened, and two sword-like gazes erupted, stabbing straight to the top of the stone platform.

The mind was agitated, and a silent thought could be swept away, and the stone platform trembled.

Chen Yue stood up, looked at the skeleton on the stage again, and muttered: "These strong people, I don't know how many years of cultivation, how can the cultivation of the divine soul be inferior to me, and how can the life experience be inferior to mine? ”

At this moment, the surging spiritual torrent could no longer restrain his steps. He put his hands behind his back, paced around the stone platform, and said secretly in his heart: "Although I only have a short fifteen-year life experience, in the past fifteen years, I have tasted joys and sorrows, and seen through the hearts of the people. Looking back on the past, I, Chen Yueyang, are worthy of others, and my house is worthy of my heart. In terms of state of mind, I may not be worse than them......"

Looking back on the past, the joy of childhood, the sorrow of childhood, the sadness of growing up, the humiliation of marriage and love, the heartiness of revenge, and the happiness of shame...... The experience is like a rolling wave, and while he thinks about it wantonly, he looks at it coldly, until there is no longer a trace of waves in his heart.

After a long time, Chen Yue looked at the top of the stone platform again, his gaze was as deep as an ancient well, and he was calm.

There are one hundred and eight steps of stone platform, each step is one foot high. Chen Yue walked to a place far away from the bones and stepped on it. The soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and an inexplicable force swept through his body, and he suddenly came to the foot of a black stone mountain peak.

Blood clouds rolled in mid-air, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the earth was dark. The mountain peaks in front of him reach into the sky, and the height is not topless. Chen Yue was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about the cause and effect, his thinking was extremely clear, and his body was not the slightest discomfort, he couldn't help but wonder: "What kind of test is this......" After thinking about it, he simply took steps and climbed the hillside.

Beneath his feet was a hard black stone, and there was no sound around him. Chen Yue walked for a long time, and a figure suddenly flashed in the distance, a middle-aged man in a silver robe, holding a black gold machete, with a momentum like a rainbow, and came straight towards him.

Chen Yue suddenly felt that the machete was a little familiar, and then he thought of where he had seen it, and it was the thing held by a silver skeleton on the third step of the steps.

"Could it be that this is the remnant soul of the owner of the bones? Could it be that if you climb this stone platform, you will have to fight against the people who fell on the stone platform before......" Chen Yue knew in his heart, and flew back quickly.

This person is a real "king", even if there is only a wisp of remnant soul left, Chen Yue does not dare to underestimate it.

The silver-robed middle-aged man looked fierce, his eyes were crazy, and he suddenly exhaled, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashing it violently.

The black knife roared softly, and the black mangs were released. A three-zhang long sword shadow appeared above Chen Yue's head out of thin air, slashing down with the momentum of thunder.

"This is the real power of the king...... Chen Yue was shocked in his heart, and he opened his mouth suddenly, and a cold light erupted, colliding with the sword.

The sword burst apart, and the "Ice Spirit Sword" roared softly, flew back upside down, and a cold wind whistled away, and the rocks within ten zhang froze.

Chen Yue's eyes froze, and he pointed at the Martial King, and shouted, "Slash!"

The "Ice Spirit Sword" flashed with cold light, instantly crossed a distance of ten zhang, and appeared in front of the silver-robed "Martial King" in the blink of an eye. The sword light was six feet long, and it was about to pierce the opponent's chest, and the silver-robed "Martial King" suddenly slashed across his chest.

"Zheng-" With a scream, the "Ice Spirit Sword" slashed on the back of the knife and flew back, and the silver-robed "Martial King" staggered back.

"My sword intent is actually inferior to his?" Chen Yue was stunned for a moment, then understood, raised his hand to take the flying sword in his hand, rushed forward, and shouted: "If the main body meets, I will turn around and run." This is the battle of the gods and souls, and I just happened to use you to practice the sword!"

The silver-robed "Martial King" danced the black knife, and the black mangs of the Dao Dao were like a horse swaying out, tearing the air and making a cracking sound, which was extremely domineering. Chen Yue followed and danced the flying sword, and the sword light seemed to be enveloped by a cold star.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng ......" swords collided, and sparks flickered. The figures of the two came and went negligently, and gradually stirred together like a whirlwind, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

The sword intent is domineering, the sword intent is cold, and each has its own merits. Chen Yue gradually sank into his thoughts, not so much that the other party was a wisp of remnant soul, but rather a wisp of sword soul. At this moment, all the cultivation, experience, perception, and exercises of this "Martial King" have turned into that domineering sword intent.

Chen Yue's sword intent collided with it, and he gradually realized the essence of the sword intent that he was born for, destroyed for, obsessed with, and crazy about.

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, so that the knife should be like this......" Chen Yue realized, the sword light suddenly converged, revealing a chill.

The wind howled, his silent wail. The frost flowers are falling, and it is his arrogance. The sword is his unyielding muscle. Qi is his fearless will.

Chen Yue's sword momentum slowed down, and the eye-catching sword light disappeared. The "Ice Spirit Sword" was like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years, lying quietly in his hand, dancing with his gestures. Each sword pierced out a seemingly ordinary chill that set off out of thin air, but it seemed to freeze people's souls.

All of a sudden, patches of frost rose on the hillside. The silver-robed "Martial King" was eroded by this chill, and his movements couldn't help but stagnate.

"It's cold in high places, you can't stand the cold and loneliness, your domineering is just a joke......" Chen Yue sneered, his eyes revealing a thick loneliness and sadness, and the "Ice Spirit Sword" slashed as usual.

The blade of the sword slashed on the blade, and with a crisp "bang-" sound, the black gold machete folded in two.

The "Ice Spirit Sword" did not stop at all, and stabbed into the chest of the silver-robed "Martial King", and a chill erupted.

The silver-robed "Martial King" was stunned, and a trace of clarity gradually appeared in his crazy gaze, and his body condensed into ice at the same time, and cracked inch by inch.

Chen Yue's eyes froze, he opened his mouth and inhaled, sucking all the remnants of the other party's soul into his abdomen, and his stomach bulged high. He immediately shouted: "Change!" The light of his body flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a big-bellied crocodile and lay on the ground......

Chen Yue didn't know if devouring this kind of mind remnant soul would have an effect on him, but he had no choice. This silver-robed "Martial King" only died on the third layer, and if the only way to get out of here was to defeat all the remnant souls, he would have to keep growing his divine souls. Fortunately, the sword intent of the silver-robed "Martial King" has been shattered by his sword intent, and even if it has an impact, it will not be too big.

The crocodile's digestion ability was indeed the strongest, and it didn't take long for the remnant soul of the silver-robed "Martial King" to be refined by him to the point that there was not even scum left. The crocodile's light flashed, and it turned into Chen Yue's appearance again. He looked around and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

This time he didn't go far, and a figure flashed in front of him, and a golden-robed young man with a spear suddenly appeared.

Like the silver-robed "Martial King", his expression was fierce, his eyes were full of crazy battle intent, and when he saw Chen Yue, he roared wildly, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.

The "Phantom Moon Cave" washed away his memory, but it couldn't erase his thoughts. Chen Yue stood dozens of zhang away, and he felt a desperate killing intent rushing towards him. His eyes froze, and the "Ice Spirit Sword" raised his hand to sacrifice, and a cold domineering aura swept away, and there was frost within dozens of zhang......

The enemy is getting stronger and stronger, and Chen Yue's understanding of ideas is getting deeper and deeper.

The grass means flexible, the water means smooth, the mountain peaks mean firm, the ocean means broad, the starry sky means deep, and the wind and clouds mean change...... All things are born because of the form and live because of the will, how can a monk walk the way of heaven and earth without feeling the meaning of heaven and earth. Move the heart with the mind, move the mind with the heart, so one thought arises and all things are born......

There are no years of cultivation, Chen Yue fought hard all the way, constantly honed his sword intent, and walked to the top of the mountain step by step. On this day, he walked out of the clouds, and the top of the mountain was in the distance, and there was an old man in a white robe standing on the top of the mountain.

Chen Yue's eyes froze and he paused. The old man looked down at him and said slowly, "You're here." ”

Chen Yue was on guard and did not speak. In the last battle, it was actually a conscious spirit.

The old man's eyes gradually brightened, and the momentum around his body rose, as if a sharp sword pointed straight at the sky, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and the wind and clouds roared.

He stared at Chen Yue and said word by word: "The old man only has this wisp of remnant soul left, promise me one thing, I can give you a creation." ”

"God Realm powerhouse......" Chen Yue was shocked, the last remnant soul here was actually a "psychic monk", how could he deal with it......

The old man's eyes were blazing, he raised his hand and pinched it, condensed a brilliant spar out of thin air, threw it away, and said: "This is the old man's 'artistic conception crystal', you can use this to understand the old man's artistic conception, and it can also be used to fight the enemy." ”

"The ants are still stealing life, can it be that you are a god realm powerhouse and your soul is willing to fly away?" Chen Yue saw the spar flying, a sneer burst in his heart, and he raised his hand suddenly, and the "Ice Spirit Sword" shot out.

"Move the sword in front of the old man, look for death!" the old man shouted, raised his hand and pressed out a magic seal.

The "Crystal of Artistic Conception" collapsed violently, turning into a little cold light and spreading, instantly covering the mountain. Then the sword qi rained down, twisting towards Chen Yue from all directions.

Chen Yue danced the "Ice Spirit Sword" and said with a disdainful smile: "The dignified 'psychic' monk actually attacked me, so shameless, you deserve to be trapped and die here!"

"Boom, boom, boom, ......boom" sword qi stirred, as if thunder burst and shocked the heavens and the earth.

In terms of swordsmanship, Chen Yu admits that he is not so old. But in terms of divine soul, Chen Yue is more confident than the other party at this moment, otherwise the other party will not pretend to be the first and attack later......

After figuring out this section, he simply stood in place, only protecting his soul to the death, and let the sword qi storm in the sky come.