Chapter 260: Stone Throne Ranking

Passing by the mountain spring flowing through the roar, Mu Hao stopped his body for the first time, untied the simple sword weapon behind him, and washed the dust on the sword, Mu Hao walked forward again. Walking and walking, Mu Hao finally saw a dense figure, just like the two law enforcers said, there were really a lot of people, but most of them were dizzy, and a few people in the oil continued to crawl forward in the wind and snow.

Often people who leave late are not only able to enjoy the mountain view, but also the scenery on the road. Looking at the figure walking in front, Mu Hao's mouth had a hint of a smile, just like a tourist who passed by in the wind and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and marched and advanced, constantly surpassing, and singing all the way forward.

The disciples who were crawling forward all raised their heads to look at this figure. Until a moment later, a faint and intermittent voice came out: "Mu Hao!" The steep and straight path is like a dragon's bones reaching above the green peak.

Dressed like snow-white clothes floating up, taking advantage of this wind and snow, soaring, until the end, Mu Hao didn't know how many people he had surpassed, until a familiar figure appeared in Mu Hao's sight, and in his dark eyes, there was a smile. Bent down and picked up the bamboo leaves on the ground, the sharp bamboo leaves were like a sharp sword, revealing a sharp edge, and then splashed with water stains.

The wind and snow were in full swing, and a somewhat decadent figure stood on the ancient steps, and the dense sword marks destroyed this face very hideously. Looking at the endless mountain road, the young man sighed slightly, looked down at his trembling legs, and endless hatred welled up in his eyes As long as he raised his legs, the heart-rending pain would drown his nerves, and the young man held his hands slightly: "Mu Hao, you ruined my life, if it weren't for you, how could I stop here, and even fail to be among the top 100 outside the door." If it weren't for the fact that you had been buried in the belly of the demon, Lao Tzu would have to crush your bones and scatter ashes. ”。

The deep voice was filled with murderous intent that was more piercing than the cold wind, and the young man gritted his teeth. In this life, he may not forget that figure that was colder than fireworks, and that night is still his nightmare.

"Crush me to ashes? Are you sure you want to do this, or is it just angry talking? A flat voice suddenly rose behind him. This voice was familiar, but it made the young man feel inexplicably panicked, and he turned around to look at it suddenly, only to see a figure dressed in white like snow coming in the wind, his clothes fluttering

Looking at this familiar figure, the young man's pupils shrank violently, and even his slightly trembling legs began to shake: "Mu Hao, you... Not... Die. ”。 A bright green appeared in the wind and snow, cut the wind and snow, crossed the young man's neck, and then fell lightly on the snow.

"Poof!" blood splattered all over the ground, and the young man's eyes looked blankly at the figure that was getting closer and closer, and poofed to the end. This bamboo leaf is falling on the snow-white snow, and it is dyed with a touch of scarlet, scarlet blood, which is slowly infected in an instant, and it is a piece of blood red.

Mu Hao walked step by step, stepping on Lin Yu's corpse, and continued to move forward. After half a sound, the growing wind and snow covered Lin Yu's body, leaving only that scarlet.

At the end of the long stone steps, the huge square is completely made of countless steep mountain stones. Inside, there are a few steep rocks that emerge abruptly, as if they have been cut by a sword, forming a series of stone seats. At this time, on this stone seat, several figures sat on the plate, and the stone seat descended in turn, and at the top of it were several old men, with their eyes slightly closed. Although the old man was old, his body was sometimes filled with a terrifying aura.

Except for these old men who closed their eyes and recuperated their minds, there were dozens of inner disciples standing on the second stone seat, and their white robes fluttered in the cold mountain wind. His body was as straight as a spear, and he had never shaken, compared to the restraint of several old men before, these inner disciples were a little sharp, and their sharpness was compelling. And the eyes of these dozens of inner disciples did not fall on the old man sitting cross-legged, but on the forefront, a shadow as cold as a snow lotus.

The white clothes are like snow, the breeze is blowing, and the cyan swaying under the graceful figure is like a fairy of the nine heavens falling into the mortal dust, beautiful and refined. It's just that in those cold eyes, there is a chill that is colder than this wind and snow, and that indifference is an incomparably cold.

Shi Qinghan's cold and indifferent beautiful cheeks were expressionless, and his eyes were slightly lowered, not caring at all about the fanatical gaze behind him. These stone seats, like stars in the night sky, fall around. In the middle of it, there are towering stone platforms, which are paved with boulders of all colors, gradually upward, looking simple and atmospheric.

The stone platform begins at the end of the cyan ancient steps and ends in the green peak, with more than a thousand paths. Standing on this stone platform, it is the outer gate Qianqiang, but on the empty stone platform, there are only a few hundreds of figures standing. Climbing the mountain from the palace road has to endure incomparable oppression, and for these outer disciples, it is not only a test of cultivation, but also a tempering of will.

Of the tens of thousands of disciples, only a few hundred climbed this stone platform. The hardships can only be experienced by those who have walked through this palace road alone, and the fact that these people can stand here is enough to show that these people are extraordinary. Hundreds of eyes raised slightly, falling at the end of the stone platform, in the clouds, the first stone platform, that is, the closest place to the starry sky.

At this moment, there was a lazy figure standing there. The scholar pressed his straw hat slightly and looked at the next stone platform. Qin Zheng, who was standing alone, said with a smile: "You just want to stand here like this, especially when others are napping, it is very impolite to interrupt them." As the prince of Western Qin, you should attach great importance to etiquette, right?"

Standing with his hands in his hands, Qin Zheng's gaze slowly withdrew to the third stone platform, his eyes raised slightly, and he looked at the scholar above: "When I was born, my father told me. This is a world of snatching and being robbed, trampling and being trampled on, as a emperor, he only allows himself to rob and trample on others, but no one is allowed to step on top of his head. Speaking of this, Qin Zheng lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the black-clothed young man standing on the third stone platform, shook his head and said: "Next is the battle between the guards and the guards, followed by the battle between you and me, whose guards do you say is strong?"

"I'm a friend, not a guard. The scholar unfolded the scroll, looked at Qin Zheng leisurely and said softly.

On the third stone platform, the black young man held a narrow sword weapon, and there was a striking sword mark on his cold face, and blood flowed down and splashed into his mouth, this blood was bitter. And Shi Yongxin, who was located on the fourth stone platform, also pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and looked coldly at the black young man above: "For today, I have been waiting for almost a month. ”。

"Taste defeat again?" said the young man in black coldly. "It is impossible for a person to fall in the same place one after another. Shi Yongxin confronted.

The confrontation between the two attracted the attention of the audience, even the inner disciples who were standing in the wind also cast interesting glances, and several old men with closed eyes also opened their eyes one after another. There was a scar on his inner face, and the old man with sharp eagle eyes grabbed his sparse white beard and nodded slightly: "This year's disciple is not at all disgraced compared to last year. ”。

This elder is an elder who belongs to the Torture Temple, and perhaps he is in charge of punishment, named Chennan. In the past, the inner disciples were afraid of it like a tiger.

"This is natural, last year was the top ten in the outer door of Dongbo Xueying and Guo Jia, these two people are willing to give up the opportunity to promote the inner disciples, willing to stay, plus the prince of Western Qin, plus Shi Yongxin, who has extraordinary qualifications, it is indeed a dragon fight. It's a pity that Xiao Cangtian and Wolf Fang, who also gave up the promotion opportunity last year, died in the peaks of the Immortal Tomb, otherwise this year will be even more exciting. ”。

"Immortal Tomb Peaks, I heard that there is a disciple who once walked out of the Immortal Tomb Peaks, and now he is still there?"

"Dead in the Tower of Atonement!"

In the wind, Shi Qinghan listened to the words of these elders, and his thrush frowned slightly. If he hadn't died in the Tower of Atonement, he would have been able to stand here today, even if the dantian was shattered and the foundation was destroyed, he would have been able to shine.

Thinking of this, Shi Qinghan sighed suddenly, and the afterglow from the corner of his eyes swept slightly over the stone platform that spread down. For him, standing here. It should be his dream, and at the moment when Shi Qinghan wanted to retract his gaze, his delicate body trembled violently. The snowy eyes were like falling boulders, setting off ripples, faintly in the endless wind and snow, because she saw a somewhat familiar figure. A figure that should have disappeared into this world, Shi Qinghan even subconsciously shouted: "Mu Hao!"

"Mu Hao!" Hearing this, the tone of the elder who was discussing it was also in vain, and then the elder Chen Nan, who was in charge of the punishment, frowned slightly, and this name gave him a somewhat familiar feeling, "Mu Hao?".

"Mu Hao seems to be the disciple who walked out of the Immortal Tomb Peak this time. ”

"He's still the man's son. Chen Nan's slightly frowning brow relaxed, "In other words, he didn't die in the Tower of Atonement." Speaking of this, Chen Nan looked at Shi Qinghan next to him, "Light cold." "The stone is cold but unheard, like a frozen stone statue. "Light cold!" Chen Nan deliberately raised his voice, but was ignored by Shi Qinghan in public, and his face was a little unbearable.

Again, Shi Qinghan didn't say a word, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, and the inner disciples on the side also looked at Shi Qinghan one after another, but Shi Qinghan said softly: "He's here." ”。 These three words contain surprise, joy, melancholy and other emotions that are not enough to be one, which can be described as a mixture of five flavors.

"Who?" Chen Nan frowned slightly, if it weren't for Shi Qinghan's identity, according to his temperament in the past, he would have to reprimand him loudly.

"Mu Hao!" Shi Qinghan's cold face was like a snow lotus facing the wind on a cliff, suddenly blooming, "He is not dead." ”。 "Mu Hao is not dead?" Chen Nan looked at Shi Qinghan's line of sight with some sharp eyes, along with the eyes of the rest of the elders and inner disciples, and vaguely at the end of the cyan ancient steps, a white-clothed figure walked unhurriedly.

The outer disciples standing on the stone platform also noticed that the attention of these elders and inner disciples was not on themselves, but instead looked at the stone steps, and instantly felt forgiven. However, driven by curiosity, their eyes also looked towards the end of the mountain road. Even Shi Yongxin and Dongbo Xueying, who were facing each other, noticed this subtle change and looked at it with great tacit understanding. Qin Zhengjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he also turned around immediately.

"What's wrong?" The scholar felt that his surroundings suddenly quieted down, and when he raised his head, he saw a figure dressed in white like snow at the end of the snow-covered mountain road, walking out into the pouring sunlight. At this moment, a subtle footstep sounded slowly, and under the gaze of countless eyes, Mu Hao, who was carrying the ancient sword, raised his steps slightly, stepped out of the last step, and stood on the thousandth stone platform standing here, which was the thousandth place in the outer gate.

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