Above the Immortal Cultivation

“Huahuahuahuahua…”

The magic power surged like a tide, flowing away.

Fortunately, his foundation was deep and thick, and the benefits of the "Six Talismans" were reflected at this time.

For him, it was just scratching the itch.

With the green talisman cloud with a solid vision, it was in full confrontation with the terrifying knife mountain. In addition to the deep pain of the feet being cut by knives and pierced by needles, as long as he held on to the word "persistence", he could be invincible.

The body consciousness among the six consciousnesses is not so easy to shield itself.

I don’t know what strange things the mountain road rocks under my feet are made of. Even if the talisman cloud is wrapped in layers, the unique and strange sharpness is completely regarded as nothing, ignoring everything and penetrating his feet themselves.

His feet looked intact, but the strange power from the ground penetrating from the soles of his feet was constantly destroying and corroding the meridians, blood vessels, acupoints, muscles and tissues.

Fortunately, there was the powerful isolation of Fu Yun and the ultimate pull of Kuiniu Black Light, otherwise the power would have spread from his feet all the way up to his whole body.

Of course, the strange green Fu Yun resisted a large part of the power, at least more than 70%, so that Kuiniu Black Light could hold its own against it.

With the gradual improvement of cultivation, especially in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, the strange Fu Yun became stronger and stronger.

Whether it is defense or the assistance and strengthening of the power of the magic power, it is a full-scale surge.

Along the way, Fu Yun has gone from red, orange, yellow, to the current green. It can be said that it has transformed layer by layer, breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, and it has always helped him escape from danger and kill powerful enemies.

Everyone knows that strange phenomena are divided into four categories: ordinary, special, mysterious and unpredictable, and each strange phenomenon is further divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.

Only by practicing heaven-level techniques can strange phenomena be cultivated.

When he fought against Ku Yao, the immortal tree transformed by his Qingmu immortal body was of the lower grade of Xuanqi Yixiang. Just when Kong Hua and others thought that he would lose, he used the red talisman cloud that was hidden for the first time, and defeated Ku Yao and captured him alive.

Since then, Yixiang has followed him to conquer the world and kill people everywhere.

At that time, his red talisman cloud was of the lower grade of Xuanqi. Now it has turned green, and it is very likely that it is running towards the legendary "unpredictable".

The green talisman cloud is his only killer move, and it is all used to defend himself, which is even more indestructible.

In fact, there is another advantage in this, that is, if you only defend, the loss of mana will be much less.

The green talisman cloud helps him to withstand the knife mountain, which is irreplaceable.

This is one.

Second, if he did not have a strong body, his feet would have been cut into pieces and turned into nothing under the unique sharpness of the knife mountain.

Then, he drove straight in, maybe he would have died at this moment.

The force allowed him to withstand the strange and magical sharpness of the knife mountain.

With the two ballast stones, Wang Lu had a belief in victory.

No matter how painful it was, he had to grit his teeth and stick to it.

Facing the knife mountain, this was the embodiment of his own strength since he practiced so far:

a hearty and refreshing expression.

As for the pressure of the knife mountain, this pressure was unprecedentedly heavy, but under the dual protection of strength and vision, he would rather die than surrender.

Waist, would rather break than bend.

Step by step, moving forward with difficulty.

Wang Lu guessed that whether it was at the foot of the mountain, the middle of the mountain or the top of the mountain, the pressure was the same, because from the first moment he came to the foot of the mountain, he had carried the entire knife mountain on his shoulders.

Step by step, although the pain in his feet had been numb, every time he lifted his feet, it was like a thousand needles piercing his feet, and the pain made him sweat and gasp.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

With every step, Wang Lu would let out a low roar and groan from the depths of his soul like frost.

How many steps does it take to complete a thousand-mile mountain road?

It can be said that he was walking on thin ice, and every step was frightening.

The most important thing is that he must not fall down, otherwise he would be crushed by a huge weight, and then millions of needles would pierce his body. Now the pain in his feet alone has tortured him to death. If he falls to the ground, the pain alone will kill him.

Every time he takes a step, he has to stop for a few breaths or even dozens of breaths. When the pain eases a little, he will take another step.

Wang Lu walked forward slowly and gritted his teeth. Unknowingly, five days passed.

At this time, he has arrived at the first corner.

"What!"

When he looked ahead, he couldn't help but curse his father and mother. The expected thousand miles was more than a thousand miles.

The mountain road of the knife mountain spirals upward at a slight angle along the mountain of the knife mountain. According to this situation, it is estimated that it will take at least ten thousand miles to reach the top of the mountain.

The bare blade mountain, with its indescribable luster, makes the world seem transparent and bright, but it is not the case at all.

After a long time, people will forget the passing of time, and feel lost and confused.

It is empty, silent and cold.

After a long time, a trembling powerlessness will arise, and there will be no power to resist.

The blade mountain not only has a sharp and deep strange power, but also has a despair that makes people feel dead.

It took him five days to climb only one hundred miles, and five hundred days to climb ten thousand miles.

Moreover, with the rapid consumption of mana, who can hold on for five hundred days?

This is an unsolvable dead end.

The third-to-last level of the blade mountain is so difficult, let alone its sea of ​​fire and the last two levels?

Rather than dying tragically after trying his best, it is better to wait for death to come in a relaxed and quiet manner.

No, I don't.

You want to force me to use my life-saving treasure, but I will never do as you wish because I have Cui Ru.

"Go!"

Ignoring the severe pain in his feet, Wang Luma kept speeding up his pace. The dozens of breaths he had stopped before were shortened to less than one breath.

"Ah!"

It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts, this is the real pain!

However, he took the second step, the third step, the fourth step, the fifth step, and the sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, and tenths of steps one after another...

"Ha...ha...ha...ha...ha...ha..."

It hurt so much that he had to stop for a while even to breathe, but he still kept walking.

Ten days later, his mana was drained like an abyss. Without hesitation, he took a drop of milk extract.

His mana was perfect.

Keep going.

Seven days later, take another drop.

The same thing happened every seven days.

Just like that, on this mountain road that seemed to freeze in time, a man in black walked up silently and tortuously like a ghost in the daytime.

Never stop, never look back.

"Swish."

Half a year passed in a flash, and it was less than ten miles away from the vast mountain top.

"Heh."

Wang Lu burst into tears unconsciously, with a miserable smile.

His face was hideous and terrifying, like a ghost crawling from hell to the ground.

The pain had tortured him to the point of being unrecognizable, so painful that he could no longer make a sound, so painful that he could only cry silently.

After half a year of running wildly, under the super heavy pressure of the knife mountain, he was already skinny and withered, neither a human nor a ghost.

If it weren't for the clear light of extreme pain that shot out from his eyes from time to time, he would have been unable to hold on and buried on the way up the knife mountain.

He took a look at the empty and clean mountain top, and there were only ten miles left before he would jump to the top.

He only hoped that when he reached the top of the mountain, such pain would dissipate, so that he could face the sea of ​​fire that he had to go through next, which was not related to the knife mountain.

Yes, half of the sky at the top of the mountain is transparent and colorless, and the other half is bright red.