"Get up!" Jin Jian threw the hill into the void as he spoke, and it was originally only a palm-sized hill, but in an instant, it changed to the size of three houses.

It's just that there is no knife in this knife mountain, and there is no way to go up.

Zheng Ming doesn't know much about the classification of inscriptions, but this hill can be big or small, and in Zheng Ming's opinion, it is a high-grade inscription.

"Senior nephew Zheng, if you feel that you are unable to support it, you can crush this jade talisman, and I will naturally take you from this mountain. Jin Jian's expression was indifferent, and he took out a jade talisman from his thin hand and handed it to Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming took the jade talisman and found that the jade talisman was only the size of a finger, and on the jade talisman, there were several inscriptions of different sizes carved on it.

Zheng Ming felt that these inscriptions were a little familiar, but when these inscriptions were carved together, Zheng Ming felt that there was a strange power on this jade talisman.

He learned a lot of inscriptions, but it was difficult to apply them, and he could only remember those inscriptions deeply.

After nodding his head and thanking Jin Jian, Zheng Ming walked towards the knife mountain, which was only three zhang high. And when he walked to the distance of three zhang from the knife mountain, the knife mountain, which was originally only more than two zhang high, looked more than ten thousand feet high at the moment.

The mountains are ten thousand feet high, and there is no end in sight!

At this moment, Zheng Ming felt that he couldn't see where the end of this knife mountain was, and at this moment, Zheng Ming's admiration for the patriarch of Luo Yimai that day arose spontaneously.

He slowly closed his eyes, but the majestic mountains were still in his heart. His heart told him that all this was an illusion, but the mountain that towered like a pillar of heaven was constantly suppressing his desire to challenge.

This kind of suppression is a kind of suppression of the mind, and this kind of suppression is more hurtful than the suppression of force.

However, this kind of suppression is nothing to Zheng Ming, who has cultivated a thought of a demon life, and he immediately urged a thought of a demon life to protect his mind and walk towards the majestic mountain calmly.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

The mountain was getting closer and closer, and on the high mountain in front of Zheng Ming, knives of different sizes appeared, but they had blades pointing upward.

Every knife is shining with cold light, every knife seems to be able to kill people, and every knife has a killing intent.

Walk over the blade!

These knives are not treasure knives, but Zheng Ming is difficult to hurt with the ordinary treasure blades that he cultivates in his body. He groaned for a moment, and then took a slow step towards the blade.

This step is not big, but when this step is taken, Zheng Ming sees a blood mark flowing from his feet.

There was very little blood, but the slightest trace of pain penetrated into Zheng Ming's mind like a cone.

All this should be an illusion, as long as you ignore it and move forward bravely. Zheng Ming, whose thoughts flashed in his heart, was about to step forward, but a thought appeared in his heart.

Don't move the Zen mind!

Isn't the immovable Zen mind that I have obtained from Bodhidharma the best way to deal with this kind of illusionary means? Let the heavens and the earth change, my heart should be eternal and one!

Gently closing his eyes, Zheng Ming began to urge the immovable Zen mind. The various consciousnesses that had already begun to drill wildly into his heart began to weaken the moment he did not move his Zen mind.

With a few flicks of his fingers, Zheng Ming slowly opened his eyes, and in his eyes, what he saw was no longer a mountain of swords, but an inscription that was constantly surging.

And those flickering inscriptions are mostly the same as the inscriptions that Zheng Ming remembers, but Zheng Ming does not understand the rules of arrangement between them.

If you can grasp the law of these inscriptions, then this mountain-like inscription should fall into your own control.

Zheng Ming looked at the flashing tracks of those inscriptions, and there was a little more clarity in his heart, but this kind of clarity can only be understood, not spoken.

Compared with Zheng Ming's sword mountain and sea of fire, the people in the void battle platform saw at this time that it was still the hill the size of three zhang, and Zheng Ming who had already come to within one zhang of the hill.

In their opinion, the current Zheng Ming, as long as he strides forward, can cross the sword mountain that is blocking him in three or two steps.

Zheng Ming's stop, in the eyes of some, is a bit incredible. But at this moment, more people looked at Vientiane Yimai, and instinctively had a little more fear.

Zheng Ming's strength is there, and in the face of this knife mountain, Zheng Ming can't even walk under the hill for a quarter of an hour, which is enough to show that Tianluo is terrifying.

Half an hour passed, Zheng Ming still didn't move forward, he stood there quietly, so that when many people looked at him, they felt that he was stupid at this time.

What's the situation?

Many people looked towards Jin Jian, the first seat of the Tianluo lineage, and Jin Jian's brows were also slightly furrowed at this time. According to Zheng Ming's performance just now, Jin Jian felt that he could at least walk to the mountainside.

What's more, when he didn't reach the foot of the mountain, although he had already produced an illusion, that illusion should not have such harm to a Leaping Warrior.

Could it be that this Zheng Ming's spiritual cultivation is really poor, so he has lost his sense of proportion on this sword mountain, if this is the case, it would be a pity.

"Senior Brother Jin Jian, what's the situation now?" Jiang Yuan looked at Jin Jian and asked softly.

Although the status of Tianluo Yimai in Vientiane Mountain is outstanding, in the face of Jiang Yuan, the sect master, Jin Jian still has to show his due respect. He pondered for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Obviously, Senior Nephew Zheng is trapped. ”

"I was trapped before I got to the foot of the mountain, this knife mountain is really powerful!" Song Shuyun said, his words were full of emotion.

That Jin Jian frowned, and he understood what Song Shuyun meant, although he was a little uncomfortable in his heart that Song Shuyun wanted to say that Zheng Ming was wrong from his mouth with the help of such a small means.

But the words have come to this point, and what he should say, he still has to say.

"There are high and low levels of people's cultivation, and there are also high and low levels of people's spiritual cultivation, Senior Brother Song should not be rare and strange!"

Song Shuyun laughed and said, "What Senior Brother said is true." Speaking of this, his gaze turned to Jiang Yuan and said, "Senior brother, I suggest that in the future, our disciples of Wanxiang Mountain should also put some effort into spiritual cultivation. ”

"After all, whether a martial artist can go far or not, although talent is important, what is more important is the cultivation of the mind. ”

Jiang Yuan nodded and said lightly: "This matter should be paid attention to, and there are some situations in the province that pull out seedlings to help grow." ”

Between the two of them talking, they had already attributed Zheng Ming's inability to cross the Sword Mountain to insufficient mental cultivation, and it could be said that this moment had already formed a very powerful blow to Zheng Ming. Although this kind of blow cannot be said to be fatal, it can also make Zheng Ming's reputation fall directly to the bottom.

The sturdy old man had been paying attention to Zheng Ming, and when he heard Jiang Yuan's words at this time, where did he still not understand Jiang Yuan's thoughts in his heart? It's just that in this situation, even if he has the heart to help Zheng Ming argue, he can't debate one, two, three.

What's more, in his heart, he didn't have some complaints about Zheng Ming's actions: This kid doesn't know how thick the sky is!

It's already good to regain control of the Changtian One Pulse, why bother to challenge the Vientiane One Vein, how can it be easy to challenge the Vientiane One Vein?

It's okay to suffer some hardships, anyway, his position in the long-term line is already stable. Thinking so in his heart, he hugged his fist towards Jin Jian and said, "Senior Brother Jin, Zheng Ming has not moved for such a long time, is he exhausted?"

"I think, it's better to sentence him to failure and call him from the sword mountain!"

Regarding the sturdy old man's proposal, Jin Jian hesitated, nodded lightly, and said, "Since the elder brother said so, then I will take back the knife mountain." ”

"Brother Jin, slow down, although this Daoshan Illusion is powerful, but for Zheng Ming, it is not a test, his master died early, and his teaching to him will naturally fall on us people. ”

"Haha, I think it's better to let him exercise for more time under this knife mountain, this is a hone for him. ”

Song Shuyun smiled lightly, full of concern: "The state of mind is a thing, the more important it is in the future, we elders, we can't look at the last disciple of the Changtian First Line, and finally die under the collapse of the state of mind!"

The word death, Song Shuyun said it very loudly, and the expressions of many people also changed greatly with his words.

Song Shuyun said that Zheng Ming might die in a state of mind that it was difficult to suppress cultivation, and it could be said that he had already torn his face. However, Zheng Ming's situation at the moment made the sturdy old man who wanted to help Zheng Ming have nothing to say.

After all, Zheng Ming's performance is really bad!

The poor makes people have nothing to say, and in this case, the sturdy old man can only look at Song Shuyun with angry eyes. Of course, this kind of look is too small a threat to Song Shuyun.

He didn't even need to take this threatening look to heart. After all, he is Song Shuyun, the second person in Vientiane.

"Let Zheng Ming hold on for another hour, and after an hour, it will be troublesome for Senior Brother Jin to collect the Dao Mountain, and the martial arts of other veins can also be started, don't delay any longer. Jiang Yuan coughed lightly and commanded in a deep voice.

As the sect master of Vientiane Mountain, as long as no one can challenge the status of Vientiane at this time, then Jiang Yuan's words are the decree of the law.

Everyone who heard Jiang Yuan's words nodded respectfully. After all, at this time, paying attention to Zheng Ming is actually a waste of time.

Xiao Wuhui still attracted a lot of attention, and many people began to use some means of voice transmission to ask him for something.

This kind of request naturally couldn't hide from Jiang Yuan's eyes, but Jiang Yuan was still indifferent, as if he hadn't seen all this.

Splitting the sky, there will be a final battle!

It's just that no one can set the time of this decision. So in the hearts of most people, they can only wait silently.

Xiao Wuhui sighed softly, and then got up from his seat, but just as he was about to speak, Zheng Ming, who had not moved, suddenly moved! )