God Emperor

"Lend me your sword," Zhang Ruochen said.

Mujiji had already gone through the Ancient Sacred Mountain last month, so he wouldn't go there today.

He took off a blue sword from his back and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow!"

Zhang Ruochen pulled out a section of the sword, and suddenly, blue sword light emitted from the scabbard, accompanied by a sharp wave of sword energy.

"The tenth-level true weapon can be used as a makeshift weapon."

Zhang Ruochen put his sword back into its scabbard and walked slowly and unhurriedly to the foot of the first mountain.

He looked forward and saw a smooth blue stone wall in front of him. There were densely carved characters on the stone wall.

It is said that only those who have reached the semi-saint realm are qualified to leave a word on the stone wall of the first mountain.

Every word contains the half-saint's sword idea, which has been integrated with the entire ancient sacred mountain.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on one of the characters "Dao".

"Wow!"

The word "Tao" immediately emerged with white brilliance, fell off the stone wall, and turned into a translucent middle-aged Taoist priest, flying down in front of Zhang Ruochen.

"Beat me and you can pass the first level."

Without giving Zhang Ruochen much time to think, the middle-aged Taoist priest stretched out a hand and grabbed the void. The next moment, a three-foot long sword condensed in his hand.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took sixteen steps in a row and turned into sixteen figures. At the same time, he stabbed out a sword and struck sixteen vital points on Zhang Ruochen's body.

Zhang Ruochen looked quite calm, closed his eyes, pulled out the blue sword with a swipe, turned his arm, and stabbed behind him with his backhand. The sharp sword blade accurately penetrated the heart of the middle-aged Taoist priest.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ruochen's footsteps did not move, and his movements seemed smooth and smooth.

The body of the middle-aged Taoist priest immediately turned into a wisp of white brilliance, flew back to the stone wall, and transformed into the word "Tao" again.

"You passed the first level of the first mountain so easily?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, opened his eyes and looked around. Many saint disciples were still fighting against the translucent figures.

Among them, the vast majority of people ended in failure.

Only a few people can defeat the translucent figure and pass the first level of the first mountain.

Both Han Qiu and Pang Long have successfully passed the first level, but Xun Hualiu failed.

At the foot of the first level of the mountain, the monk's swordsmanship is tested. Obviously, there is still a big gap between Xun Hualiu's swordsmanship and that of Han Qiu and Pang Long.

Zhang Ruochen climbed a steep mountain road and walked towards the mountainside.

Han Qiu had been paying attention to Zhang Ruochen. When he saw Zhang Ruochen's figure in front of him, he immediately used his movement skills and quickly chased after him. He landed next to Zhang Ruochen and said, "I didn't expect that your swordsmanship would be so powerful. Defeat the gatekeeper with one move."

Zhang Ruochen seemed unfazed. He glanced at her and said, "It's just the first level of the first level of the mountain. There's nothing special about it."

Han Qiu's beauty is very bright, with clear black and white, long and curved eyelashes, and a charming smile: "When you say this, it doesn't seem like your character."

"Oh?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"In the past, you didn't know what modesty was. The way you looked at me was not as clear as it is now." Han Qiu's red lips were particularly sparkling, drawing a charming arc.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What did I look like at that time?"

"At that time, your eyes were full of lustful light. You wanted to take off all my clothes." Han Qiu said with a smile without any embarrassment.

This was not the first time Zhang Ruochen had met Han Qiu, and he knew her character quite well. Therefore, it was not surprising that she spoke so boldly.

"Lin Yue, I feel like you are possessed by a ghost and have turned into a completely different person. That person feels very familiar to me, but also a little strange."

There was a hint of provocation on Han Qiu's pretty face, and her bright beautiful eyes were staring closely at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, wanting to see if his eyes would change.

"Just think I'm possessed by a ghost!"

Zhang Ruochen used his movement skills and rushed forward with a swish sound, leaving a series of figures on the mountain road.

Han Qiu stared at Lin Yue's back, pursed his crystal red lips slightly, and said to himself: "It's so similar. How can the temperament of two people be so similar? Could it be that that guy is really the same?" Resurrected from a dead body?"

The mountainside of the first level mountain is located at an altitude of 4,000 meters. It is surrounded by steep cliffs. If you accidentally fall, even a monk in the Fish and Dragon Realm will be seriously injured.

On the cliff, iron pillars as thick as buckets were used to build 30-foot-long iron bridges, extending outward and across the sky.

Zhang Ruochen walked along one of the iron pillars to a position in mid-air and glanced down. The bodies of the disciples at the foot of the mountain were smaller than ants. If it fell, you can imagine how terrifying it would be.

At the end of each iron pillar, there is a wooden attic, with vermilion pillars and golden glazed tiles, like a fairy pavilion suspended in mid-air.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, a disciple of the Fifth Transformation of the Fish-Dragon came out. This person seemed to have failed the second level. He sighed and walked down the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen opened the door and walked into the attic.

In the attic, there is a painting hanging on the wall directly in front. It depicts a woman in white robes dancing with a sword.

The woman in the painting is extremely beautiful, giving people a fresh and refined feeling.

Suddenly, the woman on the scroll actually moved. She stepped on her steps seven times in a row, and the sword in her hand changed twelve times.

Just for a moment, the woman on the scroll stopped and became still again.

Is that really a painting?

In the attic, a woman's voice sounded, as if coming from a painting, "Within an hour, restore the sword moves just now, at least practice to the level of Xiaocheng, and pass this level."

Zhang Ruochen showed an expression of wonder, stretched out two fingers and touched the scroll gently, "It's interesting."

Naturally, when he touched her just now, he did not want to blaspheme the woman in the painting, but wanted to confirm whether the painting was a space treasure.

In fact, the painting is not a space treasure.

According to Zhang Ruochen's guess, it should be the holy soul of a certain semi-saint attached to the scroll and integrated with the ink, which caused such a magical phenomenon.

Just now, the woman on the scroll used one of the sword moves from a set of low-grade ghost-level sword techniques.

Not only do you have to memorize the footwork and gestures of the sword moves, but you also need to analyze the way the zhenqi operates. The most critical point is that you must practice the sword moves to a small degree within an hour.

This level tests the monk's understanding.

For other fish and dragon realm monks, they may not even be able to see clearly the moves of the woman in the painting. It would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to understand the sword moves and practice them to a small level.

However, it is not too difficult for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground, and in his mind, he used the heart of the sword to simulate the sword moves performed by the woman in the painting just now, breaking down the footwork and gestures, and then practiced them in the sea of ​​​​qi.

In just half a stick of incense, Zhang Ruochen successfully practiced the sword moves and reached the level of minor success.

He rehearsed the sword moves, and a woman's voice sounded again in the painting: "Second level, passed."

Zhang Ruochen turned around and planned to walk out of the attic, but suddenly stopped.

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he decided to test it out.

So, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, pulled out the blue sword like lightning, channeled all the energy in his body, flew up from the ground on his toes, and stabbed the scroll on the wall with his sword.

"Bold."

Suddenly, an intense white brilliance surged out of the scroll.

A figure of a woman wearing a white Taoist robe rushed out of the scroll like a ghost. She also quickly stabbed out with her sword, bursting out more than a hundred sword energy and hitting Zhang Ruochen's body.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen knocked open the attic door, flew out, crossed the iron bridge, and hit the steep stone wall with his back, leaving a human-shaped concave mark.

Then, his body slid down the narrow mountain path, staring at the attic hanging in mid-air with some surprise.

The intense white brilliance quickly converged back and returned to the painting.

A cold female voice came from the attic, saying: "This is your first offender. I will spare you this once. If there is a next time, I will hand it over directly to the law enforcement court."

Zhang Ruochen looked at his arm. The sleeve was completely torn, revealing a bare arm.

"What a powerful swordsmanship." Zhang Ruochen murmured to himself.

The scene just now shocked all the saint disciples on the mountainside.

Everyone stared at Zhang Ruochen, wondering what exactly he had encountered.

Han Qiu walked over, glanced at the attic hanging in the air, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen put the blue sword back into its scabbard and looked extremely calm, saying, "I wanted to test whether the painting was offensive, so I stabbed it, and that's how it turned out now."

On the mountainside, everyone was stunned and their jaws dropped to the ground.

Han Qiu was also stunned for a moment, and then he laughed and said: "You actually dare to use your sword against the gatekeeper? I am really impressed by you. With your behavior of breaking the rules, the gatekeeper will definitely not Will get you through this."

"But, I have passed."

After saying that, Zhang Ruochen continued walking along the narrow mountain road to the top of the first mountain without looking back.

The holy disciples on the mountainside suddenly seemed to have turned to stone, staring at Zhang Ruochen's back in disbelief.

"He actually passed the second level of the first mountain?"

"How could it be so fast? I remember that it was only half a stick of incense before he entered the attic."

"Why didn't I know before that there are such powerful people in the Liang Yi Sect?"

Pang Long felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. He stared at Zhang Ruochen's retreating figure in disbelief, and kept chanting: "Lin Yue only gained his current strength through chance encounters. How could he be so understanding?" High? Impossible...definitely impossible..."

Regardless of whether everyone believes it or not, Zhang Ruochen has already embarked on the road to the top of the mountain.

"There are a total of 216 pavilions on the mountainside of the first level of the mountain. Each pavilion contains a painting, making a total of 216 paintings. If it were just a holy soul, the scroll would not have such a powerful attack power. That is to say, every painting has a complete sacred soul.”

"After the death of half-saints and saints, the holy souls will dissipate. How on earth does the Liang Yi Sect keep the holy souls of the dead saints alive?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked towards the top of the ancient sacred mountain. Faintly, he felt an ancient and majestic aura pressing down on him. The clouds and clouds are like colorful waterfalls, hanging straight down. From a distance, it is both magnificent and mysterious.

He sighed: "It should be the power of the ancient sacred mountain that keeps the holy souls of the saints of the Liangyi Sect immortal. My father is right, the ancient sacred mountain is indeed very mysterious, and it seems that it really hides some big secrets."

The further you go up, the ancient sacred mountain will emit a powerful "power", and the power of the "power" will become stronger and stronger, impacting Zhang Ruochen's will all the time.

The "power" erupting from the ancient sacred mountain is as terrifying as the "holy power" of the saint.

The third level tests the monk's will.

Only by breaking through the "power" of the first level of the mountain and reaching the top of the mountain can you pass the test of the third level.