I will survive with proficiency

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In the ladder.

Shi Guang's eyes were firm, he raised his steps and took one step, but his figure suddenly swayed.

The resolute eyebrows frowned slightly unconsciously... This is indeed the rhyme of Qi.

But, what a powerful rhyme.

What a strange rhyme.

Time continues to climb the mountain, and with a little concentration, you can 'see' the perception of several auxiliary swords on the ladder of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness. This is the value of the auxiliary swords.

But Shi Guang did not rely too much on the auxiliary sword, because the auxiliary sword could only be comprehended on the periphery, which was far less true than when he climbed the ladder to heaven.

Time perceives the vast sea of ​​artifacts here.

It was far beyond the vastness of the weapon refining competition many years ago.

He looked up, and with his superb attainments in martial arts, he noticed that the young monk sitting in the pavilion was strange.

Indescribably strange.

Not like a person.

This is his most intuitive feeling.

The second feeling is that this may be a journey to heaven with no return.

But he had no choice.

Even if you die, you must keep going step by step.

Because behind him stood countless people who supported him, and countless pairs of hopeful eyes staring at him. They were pairs of eyes full of affection, eyes that had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years.

He withdrew, hope disillusioned.

We can only grit our teeth and move forward.

Dome ruins.

"Time goes on, goes on."

"Open that door and kill the young monk."

"..."

Visitors in the dome ruins cannot perceive the situation in the ladder, but they can clearly see every move of time through the halo screen. The steady progress of time fills them with a sense of hope.

In the dojo.

An Hai stared closely at the ladder and every move of Time.

"...Is there something abnormal?" Ji Xiuyuan frowned at An Hai and asked in a low voice.

An Hai shook his head:

"I can't sense the situation in the ladder. The ladder blocks my perception. But I always feel that the little monk is not simple, and the door in front of him is not simple either, but I can't remember what it is for a while."

Ji Xiuyuan's heart tightened, this was the first level.

The other side.

Princess Blossom shouted excitedly, "We must win, we must win."

At this moment, Shi Guang raised his long sword, jumped up, and slashed down the door in front of him with one sword. One sword turned into ten thousand swords. The sword light was flying so that no one could be seen in the ladder for a while.

"Boom!"

With a sword strike, the stone door remained motionless, but time flew out like a kite with its string broken.

He was instantly thrown off the ladder.

"puff!"

Several auxiliary swordsmen who were meditating in the dojo were backlashed, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

But they didn't take care of themselves at all, but got up all of a sudden and rushed towards time:

"Fellow Taoist Time~"

Princess Blossom sat down on the ground.

There was a deathly silence.

Those who were still shouting and cheering had their mouths still in a half-open O shape, and their applauding hands were still hanging in the air.

"Crack!"

At the moment when time flew backwards, the handle of the aura-transformed chair An Hai was sitting on was crushed into powder.

There were countless pairs of eyes in the scene, their gazes were puzzled at first, and then dimmed.

"Time is my disciple!"

An elder rushed out all of a sudden, pointing towards the time with one finger... The meridians and tendons were severed, the Dantian was broken, half of the soul was lost, and the Taoist heart was in danger.

Fortunately, there is still breath left.

"How is it?" An Hai asked quickly when he saw the elder coming back with time in his arms.

"not dead."

not dead…

These words made An Hai's heart sink to the bottom.

This is not a nice thing to say.

The other seven Immortal Killing Swords all looked over, their expressions extremely solemn.

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly sounded:

"This...how is this possible?"

"Mr. An, are you giving in to me on purpose?"

"This is the first level. I just randomly arranged for a young monk to go up. What I am really good at are the final ones. I don't expect to be able to stop you in the first level."

"But you..."

"Mr. An, you are too polite."

The one who spoke was Zhao Xichen, the master of Shengxian Valley.

"Old Zhao, you..." An Hai looked gloomy: "You, did you do anything?"

Zhao Xichen said with an "innocent" look on his face:

"Lao An, you are old and you can't even think clearly anymore."

"Holy wars are originally carried out by the strongest. If I really have the ability to manipulate the weapons, can't I just go up and guard the gate myself? Why bother?"

"Besides, the ladder to heaven is right there. If you don't believe it, you can go in and feel it yourself. Of course, you have to count for a spot."

"You..." An Hai was furious.

But they know that the Holy War can be done by any means, and there are no restrictions on the use of magic weapons, spiritual treasures and other auxiliary parts. They have even expected the help of the immortals from the upper world on the opposite side.

At this moment, it really doesn't make sense to insist that the other party is doing something.

But.

The first test is the instrument.

Time is the strongest one, and the alternative weapon refiner is far inferior. As time goes by, no one can challenge this level again.

And if you want to break the evil and subvert the Shengxian Valley, you need to win every level and walk to the Qiong Tower step by step before you can break through the clouds and see the sun.

But now, the holy war has not yet begun, but it has ended.

After the Holy War was confirmed two hundred years ago, as the leader of the Zhuxian Alliance, he also made contact with the avatar of the Wuwei Sect messenger in the spiritual world.

In the spiritual world, the Wuwei sect has declined over the past ten thousand years and is no longer able to compete with the conquest sect.

This time's holy war was an opportunity for the Wuwei faction to catch the Expeditionary faction's violation of the rules, and to denounce them with great force, it was an opportunity they finally won.

But he was screwed up by himself.

The tens of thousands of spectators inside the dome ruins were even more silent. The light in their eyes was swallowed up by the black hole, and the fire in their hearts was extinguished by the heavy rain.

In the dojo.

Zhao Xichen stood up and laughed:

"Lao An, don't look so bitter."

"It's a competition. It's normal to win and lose. If one of your disciples loses, you lose. There are fifteen places. Just send a few more to play."

Zhao Xichen waved his hand with a face that comforted others, and his sinister tone made An Hai and his group gnash their teeth. Just listen to him say again:

"In this way, now that you are here, don't waste your Immortal Killing Swords. I risk the disdain of the world and activate my privileges so that you can continue to challenge the remaining Immortal Killing Swords in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the ladder:

"Xiaoqi, start closing the Tianmen for the first time. Come back."

As soon as these words came out, the Immortal Killing Alliance became even more angry.

This is outright contempt.

It's naked humiliation.

It’s because they don’t take genius disciples like them seriously.

"The second level is the formation. Anyone who is not an expert in the formation will be trapped. Brother An, please." Zhao Xichen's voice came.

The seven-handled Immortal Killing Sword looked extremely ugly.

What does this mean for the Immortal-Zhu Alliance?

But.

Fairy Qiu Shan stood up straight:

"Leader, I'll go."

Without waiting for the leader to reply, he flew out.

This has nothing to do with the ending. This holy war has already failed the moment time fails.

But this is a battle of honor.

If you can win the next level, you can also win back your face and keep the spark of hope for the Zhuxian Alliance.

There was another heat wave outside the court.

But what is puzzling is that Fairy Qiu Shan was defeated again.

Next comes the third and fourth games...

So in the end, the low-level monks only hoped that even winning a game would be a good thing, but it became a luxury in terms of the situation.

An Hai realized something was wrong.

He suspected that some immortals were involved.

But back then, they, the Immortal Killing Alliance, had this idea. The current spiritual world and the human world are still two worlds with closed passages. Only a small number of monks from the upper world can enter the human world.

And it can only be a clone.

The clone's ability is limited, and it may not be as powerful as a genius in the human world who is half a step up from a monk in the fairyland.

And these eight immortal-killing swords are all half-step immortals without exception.

And he is the strongest half-step immortal.

"After hundreds of years of preparation, I thought how great the Immortal Killing Alliance was? Just like this..."

"That's right, that's right, at this level, they still protect the Eight Immortal Killing Swords as treasures, for fear that we and others from Shengxian Valley will plot against them, haha, who cares?"

"No self-awareness at all."

"Do you understand now? Relying on these people, you want to save the human world without shame. By then, I'm afraid that demons will appear every year in the human world, and the confinement will be in vain."

From the camp in Shengxian Valley, laughter kept coming.

Sarcasm, ridicule, and jokes were endless.

The Immortal Killing Alliance was able to refute loudly at first and responded angrily.

But as they got further back, the failures on the ladder came one after another, their confidence fell again and again, and the voices of retaliation became smaller and smaller.

Confidence is built by fighting.

"Hahaha, Lao An, have you seen the Qiong Tower? The next level is like this. How about going directly to the Qiong Tower? I heard that your Fifth Rusong has the hope of eliciting the 'Fantasy God Asking the Heart Thunder'. A genius who is rare to see in a young age. To be honest, I also want to see if Huan Shen Wen Xin Lei can destroy the Qiong Tower. How about giving it a try?" When the two sides were almost at the same level, Zhao Xichen said provocatively.

"No need." An Hai's face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water.

But as the leader of the alliance, he cannot show an expression of loss and despair in front of others. He needs to convey confidence to others.

Even the last bit of stubbornness.

However, he was no longer prepared to let Wu Rusong play to overcome the calamity.

It is very dangerous to go through the tribulation in front of everyone. If someone has bad intentions and forcibly intervenes, causing the person who is going through the tribulation to be distracted, the tribulation may fail.

In this way, thousands of years of practice have come to nothing.

Originally, if one level was passed, the final Qiong Tower would form a protective layer, so that one would not have to worry about being disturbed by someone with intentions when going through the tribulation on the Qiong Tower.

But not now, there is no protective layer.

Unexpectedly, Wu Rusong stood up at this moment, the ribbon tied around his eyes fluttering in the wind, and his robes fluttering.

He just said two words:

"I go."

"Rusong, you..."

Wu Rusong said no more. He bowed to the leaders and elders of the Zhuxian Alliance, then 'looked' at a few of his colleagues, and then walked slowly towards the ladder.

People can't see Wu Rusong's eyes, but they can feel his determination.

Every step he took was so powerful.

"Rusong!" Ji Xiuyuan suddenly stood up.

Wu Rusong did not answer, nor did he stop.

An Hai sighed:

"Let him go. He wants to pass on the spirit of monks in the human world fighting for their own destiny. Even if he fails, even if he doesn't attract the Thunder of the Illusionary God, he still wants to tell all the monks that my life is fat and I am not. sky."

"We will protect him from the disaster."

Everyone looked at Wu Rusong again, and already saw a tragic feeling of "the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return".

Wu Rusong finally succeeded in attracting the phantom god Wen Xin Lei, but he failed to knock down the roof of Qiong Tower.

Affected by this, he did not succeed in overcoming the tribulation.

This holy war came to a very miserable end.

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Inside the Lingbao.

As the final click sounded, the sound of gears turning seemed to be heard in the void.

There were no dark clouds over the wasteland, and there were no clouds in the sky. A ray of sunshine shone on the wasteland, and everything was golden.

This is the field of hope.

Liang Sheng and Brother Lu in the jade tablet looked at each other in confusion.

"Snapped!"

Brother Lu slapped Liang Sheng on the face.

Liang Sheng was furious:

"You dare to hit me, old man. Are you looking for death?"

The deer monk sneered and said:

"I just want to confirm if I'm dreaming. It seems like it's not a dream, it's real."

From the moment he heard the first click, he guessed that Chen Ping had figured out the pattern, but he thought that Chen Ping might need several years or even ten years to slowly repair it, but he didn't want to use the technique in less than two days. , Chen Ping completed the repair of a Tongtian Lingbao.

Also found a way out.

Liang Sheng was slapped, and he cursed in his heart. I want to confirm whether it was a dream. Shouldn't I slap myself?

What are you slapping me for?

But at this moment, his more attention was still on Chen Ping, and he sneered:

"He's just trying his luck. He may have just come into contact with this type of spiritual treasure before. Otherwise, do you think he knows such a profound soul-sealing spell that can seal the two of us here, and he also knows how to refine weapons?"

How can a person be so comprehensive?

Impossible.

"That's right." Brother Deer agreed deeply.

Thinking of this, they suddenly got excited again and yelled:

"Chen Ping, your death is coming soon, just wait."

"Let me out if you can."

"If you are a good man, let me out and let us fight again. I was attacked by you in a sneak attack before, so it doesn't count."

“…..”

"I won't let you out, are you angry?" Chen Ping sealed their mouths, put away the jade tablet, and quickly took out the Tongtian Lingbao with Fairy Biyuan.

The reason why he was able to get out of Tongtian Lingbao so quickly this time was partly due to his heaven-defying attainments in weaponry.

On the other hand, it also benefited from the information mastered by Wenhun Laoma, so that after the repair, there was no need to find a way to get out of the Lingbao. As long as you held the token, you could get out smoothly.

As soon as Chen Ping stepped outside, he felt the vibrations of the messenger disc.

Take it out and take a look.

Good guy.

Dozens of messages.

The largest number came from Baili Xianling, who sent out more than 30 messages.

But unfortunately no one has sent a message in the last half hour.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the Holy War is over?

I am waiting for this opportunity to ascend.

Chen Ping turned his head and glanced at Fairy Biyuan, who just happened to look away from her own messenger disc.

The two looked at each other, understanding each other.

Immediately rush towards the dome ruins as fast as possible.

When he arrived at the central square of the dome ruins, Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat again.

An unknown premonition came to my mind.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in the central square, but everyone was downcast and their eyes were dim.

"Master, you are finally here." Just as Chen Ping walked forward, a female cultivator walked over quickly.

This person is none other than Guan Xiancai.

There was a monk following behind, who turned out to be Miss Six. After seeing Chen Ping, she first glanced at Fairy Biyuan, and then politely called out "Fellow Daoist Chen".

"What's going on?" Chen Ping was concerned about the result.

"Lost." Guan Xiancai's voice was low.

"Is it over?" Chen Ping's heart tightened.

Guan Xiancai shook his head:

"It's not over yet, but it doesn't mean much anymore. In all the competitions, the Zhuxian Alliance didn't win a single game, and many people were injured..."

Chen Ping looked in the direction pointed by Guan Xiancai.

High in the sky are multiple halo screens, similar to image stones.

Several light screens are playing the scenes of several immortal swords breaking through the level over and over again. Fairy Qiu Shan lost, the Mo brothers and sisters lost, and even Wu Rusong also lost...

He lost completely and had no temper.

Chen Ping looked at the audience again, some of whom had already started to leave with their heads hanging down.

Obviously extremely disappointed.

"Why don't you go to Shengxian Valley to see it?" Chen Ping glanced at his apprentice.

"No, it looks the same everywhere." Guan Xiancai whispered.

He glanced at Fairy Biyuan and did not say that he wanted to wait for the master here.

Chen Ping didn’t think much about it:

"Let's go in and have a look."

As the four of them walked in, someone recognized Chen Ping and whispered:

"Isn't this the auxiliary sword in the announcement?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him."

"You're here just now? I'm afraid you've already expected failure, so you don't dare to show up, right?"

"Don't say that, it's good to come."

"What's the point of coming now? You've already lost completely. Are you here to save people?"

"I heard that Chen Ping is the only casual cultivator among these Immortal Killing Swords and Auxiliary Swords?"

"...Yes." A casual cultivator who was proud of Chen Ping replied with a bit of embarrassment.

"Hey! The courage of the casual cultivators is still a bit lacking. Others at least dare to play, but he was deliberately late." Everyone sighed.

“…..”

"In the final analysis, these people are not all for justice. They are also selfish. When they encounter something honorable, they will naturally rush forward. When encountering fatal danger, they will find excuses to escape." Some people from Shengxian Valley Xizuo mingled in the crowd, looked at each other, and took the opportunity to undermine everyone's confidence and trust in the Zhuxian Alliance.

"That's it. Don't think that the Immortal Killing Alliance is a good person. It's just for themselves. Just like this Chen Ping, who doesn't even care about such an important holy war. How can you expect them to think about us low-level monks? Are you dreaming?"

"Chen Ping, who was born at the bottom, has such an attitude. Others can imagine." Another comment added fuel to the fire.

Someone retorted: "Isn't that right? Those Immortal Killing Swords just tried their best."

"Tch, do you think that Wu Rusong's look of looking at death as if he were at home is real? That was just for us to see, just to gain fame and fame, and to seek benefits for ourselves."

“….”

Negative rumors spread among the crowd.

"No, no, as far as I know, Chen Ping will never be this kind of person." A veiled golden elixir female cultivator was anxious and waved her hands to explain.

But her voice was quickly drowned out.

The other side.

"It's him?"

Among the crowd, a female cultivator sitting on a spiritual chair was slightly startled when she saw Chen Ping approaching.

Her attention was previously focused on the Eight Immortal Killing Swords, and she did not notice the situation of the auxiliary swords.

For some reason, even though Chen Ping was an auxiliary sword, the moment she saw Chen Ping, she suddenly felt more confident in her heart.

When she heard the occasional disrespectful comments about Chen Ping coming from around her, she frowned slightly and gasped.

The pressure of the transformed god covered him.

The people around were startled and kept silent. They all looked at her, thinking that this person was mad. They didn't want to just listen to her say:

"Chen Ping is not the kind of person who is selfish and sucks other people's blood to support himself."

"This girl doesn't want to hear these words again."

The people around him were silent and looked at each other, wondering why this senior suddenly defended Chen Ping.

But the pressure of the transformed god made everyone dare not say anything.

When the surrounding area became quiet, the female cultivator's master looked at his disciple:

"Do you recognize Chen Ping?"

"I don't recognize it." The female cultivator smiled.

"How do you know he's not that kind of person if you don't recognize him?" The old man Yuanying didn't think that Chen Ping was that kind of person, but he was just curious about his apprentice's reaction.

"Disciple's intuition."

The female cultivator watched Chen Ping walking toward the beam of light in Shengxian Valley. For some reason, she felt an extra sense of hope in her heart.

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