"Damn, ghost grandpa! oh no! ghost ancestor, don't look for me, this guy scribbled on the stone wall first!" shouted the iron pot man, betraying Xia Shentong very unjustly.

"Dead fatty! You are so lacking in morality! You dare to say that you didn't write!" Xia Shentong also pointed to the iron pot and shouted.

"If you didn't write it first, how could I have written it? It's all your fault!"

"It's your business to write, and I didn't force you to write!"

"It's you!

"It's you! It's you!"

......

The Iron Pot Dao and Xia Shentong still had their minds to fight at this time, and Lin Fan was really impressed.

Lin Fan looked around, and he saw an old figure in a gray cave walking out tremblingly, the old man didn't have any breath on his body, he didn't look like a living person, and he didn't look like a yin spirit.

"Don't make any noise! That's not a ghost! It's an old man!" Lin Fan shouted, and Xia Shentong and the Iron Pot Daoist stopped.

The old man slowly approached Lin Fan and the others, and Lin Fan saw his appearance at this time. The old man was draped in a gray robe, and his whole face was blocked by a bronze mask engraved with mysterious talismans, leaving only two eyes, and the mask was covered with a thick layer of patina, I don't know how many years the old man had existed. The old man didn't have any breath, his eyes were dark under his mask, if it weren't for Lin Fan seeing the old man's skinny palms, he would have thought that this gray robe was empty.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" asked the iron pot man tremblingly, he had done something wrong, and his confidence was obviously insufficient.

"Not human...... It's not ......a ghost," the gray-robed old man said faintly, the sound was like the grinding sound of rusty chains, and it sounded uncomfortable.

Lin Fan carefully paid attention to the situation when the gray-robed old man spoke, the other party didn't move, and the voice seemed to come from somewhere else.

"You're not a human or a ghost, so what are you?" Xia Shentong asked boldly, but he didn't dare to look at the gray-robed old man as he spoke.

"I ...... Is it a dead man...... It has long been lost to history......" The gray-robed old man spoke faintly again, his eyes not showing any light that was unique to a living person, like two black holes devouring everything.

"Dead people?" Lin Fan was surprised, the other party didn't look like a living person, but it didn't look like a ghost like a zombie yin spirit.

The Iron Pot Daoist frowned, and he couldn't tell what the gray-robed old man's state was.

"Make a name on the wall!Please climb the jade steps!" The gray-robed old man spoke again, his tone could not be denied, Lin Fan felt the powerful coercion of the gray-robed old man at this moment, he was like falling into hell at that moment, experiencing a terrible reincarnation.

"Old man, can you not climb this jade staircase? We didn't know that Lu Dao had carved his name on this stone wall and was going to climb this jade staircase. Xia Shentong barely squeezed out a smile and smiled at the gray-robed old man.

"Please climb the jade steps!" the gray-robed old man spoke again, repeating the sentence without explaining anything, like a cold machine.

"We're just passing through here, and with the strength of the three of us, we're not qualified to climb this jade staircase at all. Lin Fan said, the Tongtian Jade Ladder looked extremely sacred, but the killing aura on it was heavier, and Lin Fan was worried that something bad would happen when he walked up.

"Please climb the jade steps!" repeated the gray-robed old man, who was like a cold stone statue without any emotion.

"What if we don't?" asked the Iron Pot Daoist tentatively, watching nervously at the gray-robed old man's actions.

"Die!" A word spat out from under the gray-robed old man's patinous bronze mask, and Lin Fan and the three of them suddenly felt cold, and that chill and murderous aura could tear them apart as long as the gray-robed old man's mind moved.

Lin Fan felt as if he was a flat boat in the angry sea, and he would be swallowed by this monstrous murderous aura at any time, but the oracle bone, the only hope he had, was unresponsive at this time.

"Ghost Grandpa, Ghost Ancestor, Aren't we okay to go? Hurry up and put away your murderous aura, you're about to die." The iron pot man screamed spinelessly and begged for mercy.

The gray-robed old man nodded, then stopped moving, just stood there and stared at Lin Fan and the others, although Lin Fan couldn't see the gray-robed old man's eyes, the feeling of being watched still existed.

"Before I climbed the jade steps, I wanted to ask, what happened to those who climbed the jade steps?" Xia Shentong suddenly turned around and asked as soon as he took a step.

The Iron Pot Daoist hurriedly went up to cover Xia Shentong's mouth, for fear that he would anger the terrible gray-robed old man again.

"It's all dead,...... gray-robed old man said faintly, as if sighing.

Lin Fan's Iron Pot Dao and Xia Shentong's bodies shook at the same time, and they couldn't accept it, but the gray-robed old man didn't look like he was lying, and he didn't need to lie to them.

"Impossible! Could it be that Zhan Wuji is also dead?" Xia Shentong pushed away the iron pot and asked, as if he was not afraid of this ghost-like old man.

Lin Fan and the Iron Pot Daoist didn't stop Xia Shentong's questioning, and their eyes all turned to the gray-robed old man to see how he answered.

"Dead! never come back!" the gray-robed old man said faintly, as if he was saying something very ordinary, and his cold words without any emotion completely made the hearts of Lin Fan and the three of them fall into the abyss.

"Dao Zun is only a draw with him, how can an existence like him die?" Xia Shentong continued to ask, Lin Fan and the Iron Pot Dao Man also forgot that they were in danger at this time, and wanted to know the answer to the Dao, maybe this was related to the secret of Ghost Crying Ridge. Devil's Cry Ridge is very mysterious, and countless people have wanted to explore it since ancient times, but no one has received an answer.

The gray-robed old man didn't answer, he waved his hand and motioned for Lin Fan and the others to climb the jade steps, as if he was hiding something.

Xia Shentong sighed, he still didn't get an answer in the end, he still had to step on this jade step.

The jade steps made of flawless white jade exuded a soft divine radiance, which was like a moonlight sprinkled on Lin Fan's face, making him feel a cool chill.

"Go with confidence, try to go as far as you can, you will get a lot, you will benefit for a lifetime. Seeing that Lin Fan and the others were still hesitating, the gray-robed old man did not threaten this time, and his words surprised Lin Fan and them.

"Okay! Poor Dao has gone!" said the iron pot Dao man's nose sour, he looked like he was going to the execution ground, and he had a feeling that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold.

"It's ...... The perception of the ancestors!" The Iron Pot Daoist climbed the first-level jade step, he exclaimed, he was extremely excited, he closed his eyes and meditated for a while before stepping on the second-level jade step.

"The ghost old man didn't lie to us?" Xia Shentong and Lin Fan glanced at each other, and then followed the iron pot Taoist and stepped up.

"Children of the Three Magic Mountains...... You are the most extraordinary...... Let's take a good look...... Don't let down your talents......" The gray-robed old man appeared beside Lin Fan at some point, and he said faintly, his tone was no longer so cold, and there was a hint of "human" flavor.

"Do you know what to do?" Lin Fan asked, since the gray-robed old man mentioned the three magic mountains, then he should know the secret of the Dao Demon Mountain and the stone gate.

The gray-robed old man didn't speak, he stretched out his finger like a dead branch and pointed to the sky, and shook his head again, meaning: Heavenly secrets must not be leaked.

Lin Fan sighed, he was a little regretful, but he didn't have much hope just now, he knew that Dao was probably the answer.

At this time, the iron pot Dao people and Xia Shentong have already stepped on more than a dozen layers of jade steps, the jade steps are very magical, they stepped on the jade steps and were independent of themselves, on the jade steps to understand the legacy of their ancestors, and they are walking their own path.

Lin Fan glanced up at the Iron Pot Daoist and Xia Shentong, and then stepped on the jade steps.

The cool feeling came from the soles of his feet, and Lin Fan's pores stretched out all over his body, greedily absorbing the divine radiance emanating from this jade step. The nine divine points on Lin Fan's body involuntarily operated, emitting dazzling light, like nine bright stars in the night.

Blurred shadows crossed in front of Lin Fan's eyes, and Lin Fan seemed to see the majestic figures of the saints and sages of the past, and at this time he was following their footsteps.

"But don't stick to the footsteps of your predecessors, you will be stronger than them!" Lin Fan heard the hoarse voice of the gray-robed old man in his ears, after he stepped on the jade steps, he couldn't see the figure of the gray-robed old man and couldn't see other scenes, the jade steps became a world of its own, and everything in this world was nothingness except for the jade steps.

Lin Fan took a deep breath, his state of mind became unwavering, and he comprehended the "Dao" left by his predecessors in this special way.

Tongtian jade steps, extremely strange, he recorded the enlightenment of every predecessor who walked on the jade steps, Lin Fan did not step on a layer of jade steps, he felt a different "Tao".

Lin Fan seemed to see the powerhouses of the past stepping on the jade steps, and every step they took left a wisp of the "imprint" of the "Dao", this "imprint" is a feeling, just like the ethereal and ethereal of the Great Dao, it does not have a form like a talisman, it is more like an invisible idea that is close to the laws of heaven and earth.

This step is like seeing the Buddha enlightened under the Bodhi tree, flying and dancing in the sky outside the clouds; in the next step, if you hear the rivers returning to the sea, the waves are surging, the thunder is rolling for thousands of miles, and the sound of the golden iron horse is endless...... The scenes reflected each other, but all these illusory scenes made Lin Fan immersed in the scene, giving birth to countless different perceptions.

It is difficult for me to accommodate all the perceptions of these ancestors, I just need to integrate them and realize my own 'Tao'. Lin Fan's heart was ethereal, his state of mind was infected by these strong people in the past, and he was sublimated, this kind of sublimation of state of mind is extremely rare, often a person's state of mind determines his cultivation realm. Those strong people are not only strong in cultivation, but their state of mind is also incomparable to ordinary people.

Lin Fan walked farther and farther, he climbed hundreds of jade steps, and at the same time, it became more and more difficult, the imprint of the upper "Dao" of this heavenly jade step was from shallow to deep, and it was difficult for him to understand it later, these Dao were like heavy mountains pressing on Lin Fan's body, making him unable to take a step forward and continue to move forward.